#same way as from the other hand we fall into being far too aggressive and too judgemental towards every words that a person posts online

[alyona11]

I truly think some people in the internet need to log out and talk to an actual real human person irl. If every message you send regardless of context looks like a Twitter callout/discourse starter post it's NOT normal and I can't empathize it enough. You shouldn't talk to people this way??? It's incredibly rude and uncalled for.

I think Twitter in particular has permanently damaged people's brains because I started noticing more and more people acting like they are in a ratioed hit tweet outside Twitter. I even started to see that when I spend too much time scrolling through Twitter, I myself start to formulate my messages in a more provocative manner like I have the intention to hurt someone's feelings to get a reaction. And surprise-surprise! It's not cool, guys! Not just in relation to other people but it's toxic to yourself, first a foremost.

Do yourself a favor: do outside, take a walk, talk to actual people, hang out with friends. Delete Twitter at least temporarily to detox. Literally touch grass.

[ruporas]

post-trimax vash meets stampede wolfwood

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood of their Stampede versions. The comic starts with Wolfwood continuing off a conversation, saying “I didn’t mean t’say anythin’ bad to her. She just took it the wrong way. But anyway...” Wolfwood speaks with a hand gestured flippantly while Vash, who’s seated next to him, just listens. Vash thinks to himself, “Talks more about himself... Honest expressions... Immature, though he was pretty immature too.” He smiles and continues to think, “And yet...”

A panel of Vash’s eye directed now to the sky. He thinks, “Some things are bound to be the same with us...” He thinks of a memory, the version from Maximum of him and Wolfwood, back shown as they chatted underneath two moons, one moon with a hole through it. Vash continues, “Isn’t that right, W-“ His thoughts are interrupted by Wolfwood coming into a view, a close up his deadpan expression. Vash utters out “-olfwood..?” with a nervous expression. He starts to explain, “Um. Sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening, I was! So, let’s keep talking?”

Vash smiles and puts his hands together as he says, “okay?” Wolfwood glares at him with gritted teeth and Vash immediately remembers, “Right, he’s more short-tempered...” He continues to think, “Maybe Plan B works with him—“ before he’s grabbed by his coat collar aggressively and changes thoughts, “OK, never mind, brace for impact..!” But he’s surprised when he’s tugged instead, him and Wolfwood flops against the ground. Wolfwood puts an arm over Vash and says, “I don’t need to be entertained, blondie. If yer tired, we can go to sleep.”

Two close up panels of Wolfwood and Vash’s eyes looking at each other, Wolfwood taking off Vash’s glasses as he says, “Am I wrong?” Vash thinks to himself, “Actually... I was being genuine when I said I wanted to keep talking. I don’t feel tired at all. But, I think you know this body more than I do.”

Vash’s thoughts continue, “I can’t deny the me you’re fond of from being taken care of. And I could never deny your kindness. Even though...” Vash finally smiles and says, “You’re not wrong...” Wolfwood smiles back before tugging Vash closer and says, “Then, let’s sleep.” Vash asks, “Should we get a blanket?” Wolfwood asks, “Why?” before kissing Vash on the cheek, “I’ll keep you warm.” Vash puts his face into both his hands and flushes. Wolfwood smiles cheekily and asks, “What?” Vash responds, “I was caught off guard..” Wolfwood says, “You’ve said worse though.” Vash responds, “Did I...” The panel phases out and the dialogue returns to Vash’s thoughts. He thinks, “I want to stay a bit longer. Talk a bit longer.

You’re tired here too. The future is always going to be unfair to you. I want to protect you from it. I want to hold you close so you won’t go far.” The thoughts overlap the scene of Wolfwood now sleeping peacefully against Vash with an arm over him, Vash’s jacket draped against him as a blanket. Vash looks at him and a small thought bubble thinks, “He can fall asleep first...” His previous thoughts continue, “I know I can’t. I already had that chance.” A close up of Vash putting his hand over Wolfwood’s. He continues, “I wasn’t capable once, I can’t be sure I’d be capable a second time. And in a way...”

Vash’s thoughts continue with the back drop of the sky, Stampede’s sky of two moons without holes, “Some things are bound to be the same. But I know you’ll be loved again and again in a way I’d never know.” A split panel, one half contains the sleeping face of Wolfwood from Stampede, the other of Wolfwood from Trimax. In turn, the Vash lying down looking fondly at Wolfwood shifts to the post Trimax Vash while the other versions, Stampede and earlier Trimax, are faintly drawn next to him doing the same. Vash closes his eyes and finally drifts to sleep as the final text reads, “Goodnight, Wolfwood.”

[velvetcloxds]

LINGER | E.M.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: nothing really, just an idea I thought might be cute, induced by working from 8 to 8 for weeks now- mutual pining

summary: you've got a little crush on the new guy your dad hired to work with you in the office at his motel, how lucky are you that he's got a little crush on you too

part two: fleeting

You’d been staring at the booking list for far too long, and the room numbers were all starting to look the same which made your job so much harder- every time you allocated a guest to a seemingly open room, you’d find there to already be someone there, it was a grand mess and your Dad was so caught up in freaking out about the multiple double bookings that you and Eddie had been tasked with fixing it all on your own.

“I swear,” he sighed, clipboard in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other. “We’ve put out so many fires this week, they might as well give us fire suits as our uniforms,” he sat down next to you, shoulder against your own, just a little too close in comparison to how he sits next to the rest of the staff members. He smelt of cigarettes, cherry cola and too much deodorant spray, he was sure the smell of smoke would bother you, you weren’t all that sure why it didn’t. “No,” he mumbled, a little bump against your arm as he emptied his hands to be able to cover the list of rooms with his fingers. “You’ve got that look on your face again.”

“What look?” you scoffed, and had you been any less exhausted you would’ve absolutely melted when you turned to see him smiling at you, you’d found he had a way of smiling even without noticing, whatever the two of you were doing or saying, he’d be halfway through ranting and the simplest reply from you would have him grinning from ear to ear, in his own little world.

“That one that says the world is ending,” he shook his head, and reached over your arm to hang the keys on the keys board, allowing himself a chance to linger when he had to get even closer to you, pleased when you were looking right into his eyes. “I hate that look; it gives me a headache when I can’t make it go away.”

“You have a headache?” you didn’t notice how your voice dipped, he did, it made him smile again, eyes trying to take in every little reaction on your face, just like he always does, he always finds something else to make him fall a little harder. He nodded, shrugged, and looked down to your list to see if he could help move someone around. “Is that why you’ve been so snappy with me all day?” you teased, being the one to bump his shoulder this time.

“I’ve not been snappy.”

“Please, you’ve been speaking to me with perfect punctuation every time we have to check another room,” you had something for his headache, you had to drink some for your own a few minutes ago, so you didn’t even think about handing him two pills, ever delighted when your fingers touched as he took them, and it didn’t bother you half as much as it should’ve when he motioned to steal a sip from your bottle. “You’re tired, Eddie, you need to take a break, go to your room for a bit, everyone else has,” you yawned, it made your nose scrunch up a little and made Eddie’s heart do a little backflip, how you’d managed to make something so mundane seem so cute he didn't understand. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

“You’re tired too,” he noted and he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a boundary but he reached out to squeeze your hand lightly, dropped it back to the table to make a note of a room he’d found empty, blushed horribly when you looked away to try and fail to hide a tired little smile, he had no idea how giddy it made you feel. “I’d rather be tired with you than have you try and fix this mess. Besides, I only work for your dad, you have to go home with him.”

 Eddie wasn’t one to pretend he didn’t notice the passive-aggressive comments aimed at you when you were doing your best, or the unprofessional remarks when you made a mistake, or how despite your best efforts to calm the chaos it only made it possible for you to get rid of more chaos the next day. He didn’t treat your dad any differently than he would if he didn’t have a major crush on you, but he also couldn’t care much for the man, he considered how a critical man, in general, decided to be even more so with someone who’d yet to give him reason to doubt her.

“You’re right,” you sighed and when you folded your legs and leaned back in the wheeled office chair you appreciated the sight of him, he’d been running about all day, the mess of curls that was usually in the way when he was working was now tucked into a skew knot on his head, the cutest thing, you thought, the perfect view to bring some color into the lifeless office you were in. “Pity me, won’t you, and help me write out those new tags for the lost keys.”

“Only if you don’t insist on sorting them by color this time, it takes so much longer, and you know the guest won’t even notice,” you were sweetening the deal, smiling up at him as you opened your rainbow lunchbox to show off the cinnamon bun that you’d saved at lunch for the two of you to share.

“Yeah, but I notice, and it looks pretty,” he wouldn’t dream of fighting you on that, not really, but he’d fight off sleep for weeks more if it meant he’d get some extra time with you, you were sweeter when you were tired, he wasn’t sure how that was possible, but you didn’t try as hard to hide your crush on him, and he didn’t have to try so hard to hide his.

“Hmm, well you are the expert on pretty,” he noted, and he was ever smooth with it as he made sure to take a little extra time to take his half of the bun from your hands, always one to linger, to make you swoon so easily.

“I see that headache is gone,” he’d tell you it’s because you weren’t frowning anymore, point out that as soon as you smiled at him he completely forgot he had a headache to begin with, instead he just shrugged, used a stray napkin to wipe the icing from your cheek and took it all in as you hummed, happy despite the mess the two of you had to solve. Your father hired him to help you with the things you couldn’t keep up with, as your mood shifted and your knee brushed against his thigh, he considered that he was very good at his job.

[astraysimp]

Heeeyyyyyyyyy. I’m back with another chapter of 9mitm! (This is also me trying to push through my current wave of depression and do something productive instead of cry….hehe..ye) HAVE TISSUES READY

<3 Summary: Chan was nervous about being a dad. Sure he knew he loved you, but you weren’t a couple (yet). But, seeing you with your newborn, introducing her to his band mates ,made him not nervous anymore

Warnings: fwb! To lovers , nervous channie, rest of skz meet baby Haneul, fluff, talk of hospital room(you’re still in hospital since you just had baby Haneul), baby talk, crying(HAPPY), talks of labor/delivery of a baby,fem!reader

Sorry if this is kinda bad…..I’m on the verge of tears as I’m writing this

Wc:2.1k

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“I’m pregnant……and it’s yours. That’s all Chan could hear before he blanked out. You were pregnant and it was his baby. “I love you.” Was all you could hear, as you sat across from him on your couch. “What?” You had both said in unison, your jaws dropped. He took a deep breath in, not expecting that news. “H-how far along are you, y/nnie ?” He asked, looking down at your stomach. “About a month.” You whispered, nervously fiddling with your shirt’s hem. “How long have you been uh- in love with me,channie” You asked, looking up at him.Chan knew his answer, though. He’s loved you since the moment you agreed to be friends with benefits, seeing it as his only way to be intimate with you, without having to confess. He knew friends with benefits were supposed to be no strings attached, no feelings. And, that’s why he was scared when he felt himself fall for you. He was petrified. Softly, clearing your throat , you nodded. “Wow…..so it’s been a while,” you whispered. “I -i understand if you don’t feel the same. I just need to get it out there, it’s been eating me alive. I’ve loved you for so long, I want us to be together, you mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you. He rambled and gently grabbed your hand.

Little did Chan know, you felt the same way, and like him you were too scared to confess.

Smiling, you reached your hand up to caress his cheek, taking him aback. “Oh, Channie. My sweet boy, I love you too. I’ve loved you since we made love for the first time.” You smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek,before pulling back. “Can I tell you something, my love?” You asked, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the pad of your thumb. “Of course. Want to know everything you’re willing to tell me,” he smiled. “I have only been giving myself to you, and you alone. There is no one else, for me….ever.” You smiled, seeing his light up, a dimpled smile gracing his features before he pulled you in for a long kiss. “Oh honey girl, I haven’t been with or thought of anyone else, other than you. You’re it for me, and now we have a baby.” He smiled, whispering against your lips.

Not just a baby…….his baby.

Pregnancy wasn’t easy. The first trimester was aggressive on you, constantly hitting you with morning sickness, food aversions, mood swings. It was tiring on your body. You and Chan thought that it’d get easier , the further along you got. Some things did and some things didn’t. The further along you got, the more your body would ache, the less your normal clothes would fit. It was a rollercoaster. However, Chan was there through everything, suggesting you move in with him. So you did, when you were 5 months in—but, he practically moved you in with him right after you told him you were pregnant and in love with him.

The third trimester was,probably, the hardest. Moving was difficult, your bump making your back ache, with its weight . Your cravings were all over the place. You asking him, “Baby, can you get me pickles and ice cream,” at 3am or whatever weird combination you wanted. But,every time he smiled, placing a kiss to your bump, “what baby wants, baby gets,” was his reply and 5 minutes later, he’d return with your request. He thought he wasn’t nervous, until your water broke and you cried out, “Channie!The baby’s coming!”

He was nervous on the drive to the hospital, constantly glancing at you as you cried in pain. You writhed, “Channie, hurry, it hurts.” Speeding, he pushed the gas, weaving through traffic as his heart raced. “Okay, baby. I’ll go as fast as I can.” He said, nervously tapping the steering wheel.

Chan was nervous as you were administered into your room. A baby bassinet in the corner, birth certificate on the table, and you were in the bed, a fetal monitor and heart monitor around your stomach. His heart was pounding…..he was really going to be a dad. But, suddenly you cried out as a contraction coursed through you, causing you to hunch over in pain.”Channie! Chan it hurts!’ And he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. “I know, honey. Just squeeze my hand, okay?” He cooed, as you tucked your head into his chest, feeling another contraction coming…

7 hours 28 minutes, that’s how long your labor had been.

7 hours of it being contractions, getting an epidural and you crying, writhing in pain as you waited to be the full 10cm dilated.. Chan was there through it all though. Holding your hands when you groaned in pain, as every contraction ripped through your body, an immense amount of pressure felt in your pelvis. He held your hand as you got your epidural,but seeing the needle made him nervous. It was a big needle, leaving a catheter in your back to administer the medication. The sight of the needle alone made him wince. How were you getting through this?

28 minutes

Then came the pushing and he was suddenly more nervous than before. In a matter of minutes, your baby would be here. You would be parents and he would be a dad. He was nervous. Chan was by your bedside the whole time, his hand —tightly— locked in yours. Your legs were held up, head burrowed into your chest as you cried. “Chan! I can’t do this, I can’t!’ You wailed, the pressure feeling too much. Whimpering softly, he kissed the top of your head , “you can do this baby. Our baby will be here soon.” He soothed, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead. You shook your head, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. “No , it hurts too much, Channie. Can’t do it,” you cried as he frowned at you. “My girl, you’re so strong and you’re doing so good. I’m right here and soon so will baby wolf be.” He smoothed your hair, as another urge to push came and you tucked your chin to your chest.

28 minutes and 10 pushes later, shrill cries sounded through the hospital room and a crying baby girl was placed on your chest. “Congratulations, you have a healthy beautiful baby girl,” the nurse smiled at you and Chan. All you could do was, cry, you hand coming up to rest on her back. “Hi angel, it’s mommy. I can’t believe you’re here,” you cried, as the nurses whisked her away, recording her length, weight and footprints. Soon enough, the nurse brought her back , swaddled in a soft pink blanket and a hat on her head. Gently laying the baby in your arms,”what’s her name?” With teary eyes, you and Chan replied. “Haneul.”

Haneul Bahng, 23 inches, 7lbs 10 ounces.

“Baby Bahng is here.”

He texted his group chat with his band members. He smiled and sat beside you on the bed.You placed Haneul into Chan’s arms, watching as he looked down at her,.She looked so small in his arms. Gently humming, Chan rocked Haneul in his arms. “Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? Isn’t she precious , less than one minute old.” He sang, looking at you before continuing. “And i never thought that we’d be making one as lovely as she. Isn’t she lovely,made from love?” He smiled. He sang that same song to you when you were still pregnant, feeling it fit you and him so well. He never thought he’d get to call you his, or father a baby with you. Sure, he’d dreamt of it, hoping it would someday happen but now it was reality.

Gently pressing a kiss to both yours and Haneul’s foreheads, he sniffled before he passed her back into your arms. “Hi my angel. Welcome to the world,” Chan whispered, as Haneul’s eyes opened, taking in the world around her. “Such a pretty girl, you are, Haneul.” He cooed, her big brown eyes looking back at him. You smiled as Chan reached a finger out to her, letting her hold it in her hand. “My precious girls.” But he still felt nervous. This was all so new to him.

20 minutes later, soft knocks hit the door and his band mates were peeking their heads in. “Hi. Can we come in?” Minho asked, with a soft smile on his face. Han nodded, holding a gift bag filled with baby stuff in his hand. “Yeah, I heard a special someone is here,” he added. Chan smiled, looking at you, where you were cradling Haneul in your arms. “Come in, guys. Be quiet though. Y/n is tired.” Chan said, as they all shuffled in. Hearing them enter, you looked up and smiled,”Hi guys. We have someone for you to meet,” you giggled. They all perked up, seeing the bundle in your arms, they set all their gifts down and rushed to your bedside.”Wah, she’s so tiny,” Changbin giggled, tearing up. Jeongin nodded, “she’s precious. Look at her little nose.”Nodding,Chan walked over, sitting on the other side of your bed.”Meet your niece, bros.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You smiled, sitting up and turning her to face them. “Guys…..meet Haneul Bahng.” You smiled, rocking her in your arms.

“Wah, she looks like a perfect mix of you and Chan hyung,”Felix cooed, watching as her eyes opened, looking at all of them. Hyunjin nodded, “She’s so quiet and small.” He whispered, reaching out to stroke a finger over her hand. “C-can I hold her?” Seungmin whispered, looking at you. Nodding your head, you smiled and gently placed her in his arms. “Careful, Seung,” you whispered as he smiled, blinking tears back. “Careful, you’re holding my world, there.”Chan interjected, gently pulling you into his side. Seungmin nodded, awestruck of how someone so small could have such a grip on him. “Hi, Haneul. I’m uncle Seungmin. I’ve waited so long to meet you.” He cooed, gently kissing her forehead. “Me next,” Felix smiled, arms already ready to hold Haneul. Seungmin, then, gently placed her in Felix’s arms. “ Hi angel girl, I’m your uncle Felix, but you can call me bbokie or uncle lixie.” He smiled and ran a finger over her cheek, ever so tenderly.

The next hour was spent by the rest of the band members taking turns to cuddle baby Haneul. Finally, she was gently placed back in your arms, as Chan sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders. “How does it feel, to be a parent?” Han asked, as they all looked at you and Chan. “It feels surreal. We’ve waited for so long and now that’s she’s here? It feels surreal but so amazing,” Chan said, as you nodded. “Yeah, to go from feeling her kicks and talking to her in my tummy, to actually holding her and seeing her little features, in person…..it’s such a beautiful feeling. Seeing how she grew with ultrasounds tells you that hey..I’m having a baby. But, getting to see her with my own eyes,and feel her skin with my hands, is surreal. It’s unreal.” You added, tearing up. It was true. Seeing the ultrasounds and feeling her kicks was nothing compared to having her in your arms.

Suddenly, seeing you with your baby, Chan felt his heart stop racing. He wasn’t nervous anymore. His dreams came true, he got you and now you have Haneul. He was ready to take on the new role of daddy. He could do this, as long as he had you by his side. Chan wasn’t nervous about changing dirty diapers, or waking up at 2 am to feed her. He was ready for it, because you would be with him experiencing it together.

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Jake Sully x Avatar Reader x Neytiri

Request: „can you write a jake sully x na’vi!reader x neytiri?‟

A/N: A request from anon. I must admit that writing polyamory relationships is self-confidently very much liked by me, so this story gave me a lot of pleasure even if it’s not the best. But I hope you all will enjoy it.

Please remember that english is not my native language. Mistakes may happen. Plus, it's smut, so minors don't interact with this work.

Neytiri was to her like the first rays of sunlight after a long cold night, like a mother's embrace or the first breath you take in your lungs after being underwater.

She was warm, kind, caring and selfless. Thanks to her, Y/n forgot about her worries and dark thoughts that lived on her shoulder, whispering in her ear like an old friend.

And Jake.

Jake was something unknown, something forbidden yet so desired, addictive, impossible to forget. Like the first jump into deep water or an adrenaline rush.

When Neytiri was her mind, Jake was her heart, and she couldn't function without one or the other. She had to have both.

But how could she tell them?

-What are you thinking about, my Y/n - the chief's daughter asked, running her fingers through her thick, shiny hair - You are more and more often in your head.

-It's a natural thing to do - she stated, playing with her fingers, still staring up at the sky.

The woman turned her head slightly to the side, looking at her. She lay on the ground, the only elevation being the na'vi thigh rest to hold her head up. Her joined hands rubbed fanatically when her gaze was distant.

-You're always like that when you're worried - Neytiri remarked.

-Like what?-she asked, spreading her hands, looking into her eyes expectantly.

-Unpleasant - she replied honestly, looking at her meaningfully, and she quickly looked away from her - You're worried about Uniltaron. That you will become a full member of the clan?

-I want to get this over with and go back to flying on my ikrana with you - she confessed quietly, frowning with growing irritation.

-You don't care about your new position? - she asked in surprise.

-I like this position, it's quite comfortable - she announced ironically, shrugging her shoulders.

Neytiri hissed at her before standing up, causing Y/n's head to fall heavily to the ground beneath her. Looking in her direction, she watched as her tail moved aggressively back and forth as she tried to calm her emotions.

-I don't like the way you're acting - she said, standing over the Avatar.

-I can't help it - she murmured, making herself more comfortable on the hard ground - Bottling emotions is not healthy.

-My Y/n - the woman pointed out, calmer than a minute before - You should be happy. After all, you will be part of our clan. Part of my family. And you'll be able to pick a mate, you won't be lonely anymore.

- I'm not lonely - she denied immediately - I have you...and Jake - she whispered looking down.

The young woman wanted to scream but her face remained the same, indifferent, like a stone. She couldn't answer honestly, she was too afraid of the reaction. She preferred to avoid the topic of joining the clan like the plague. She just couldn't stand the fact that she had to choose one, and the thought of both Jake and Neytiri choosing someone else broke her heart too deeply.

-Yeah, you have us - a male voice suddenly noticed, and she shot like an arrow from a bow - Then you should tell us what's bothering you - he said, placing his hand on her thigh as an act of comfort.

-How much have you heard? - she asked Sully, suddenly forgetting the chief's daughter standing beside her.

-Enough - he replied, looking deep into her eyes, which sent shivers down her spine - What is it, hm? - he asked.

-Nothing important - the woman announced, quickly getting to her feet to get as far away from this conversation as possible.

-Hey, hey, hey - the man grabbed her, pulling her body to him - We won't let you go until you tell us.

Y/n looked at him indignantly and then shifted her golden irises to Neytiri, who looked just as determined as he was.

-Traitor - she murmured in her direction.

-We just want to find out what's bothering you so much my Y/n so that we can help you - the na'vi said tenderly, standing in front of her - We don't want to see you as if you were your own shadow.

-Then don't look - she said, but Jake didn't liked it.

Grasping her tighter, he smacked lightly his tail against her thigh as a silent warning. His gaze alone left little to argue, so all she could do was surrender.

-You'll say it and we'll let you go, I promise - he said into her ear.

The Avatar lowered her head, fighting the dark thoughts that flooded her like a torrent. Her breathing became heavier and her ears flopped involuntarily, showing how she felt.

-I did something I shouldn't have done - she replied after a long moment.

-What did you do? - the worried woman asked, and Y/n wanted to cry because of the delicacy of her voice.

-I fell in love - she replied, trying to hide herself.

-It's nothing wrong with that - the man reassured her.

-I fell in love with you, both of you! - she finally confessed, frustrated, - And believe me, I've tried everything but no matter how hard I try to get you out of my heart or mind, I can't. And it kills me. Not to be with you kills me.

As the grip on her body loosened, her heart dropped to her gut. She knew it would happen this way. In vain deluding herself that maybe they will be able to live in this unreal dream.

Suddenly, a hand rested on her cheek, lifting her face gently upwards. Her eyes rested on Neytiri, who had a surprisingly soft expression on her face, while the avatar behind her placed his hands on her body again, but in a completely different way, wrapping his arms around her waist as if to shield her from the rest of the world.

-My Y/n - she began - You have us.

Before the woman could fully understand the meaning of the words, Jake's lips attacked her neck while the chief's daughter kissed her, trailing kisses across her face. While Neytiri was subtle and slow, wanting each of her acts to stay on her body, the man behind her devoured her, attacking every available bit of her skin he could find.

In no time, her sanity left her, leaving only a desire that grew as fast as the temperature between three. She didn't object when two pairs of hands slid to her hips, she didn't object being turned around like a rag doll, she didn't object when she was back on the ground.

With half-closed eyelids, she watched as their braids were joined together. She never thought it was possible, but oh how wrong she was. The feeling was overwhelming, but in the best sense of the word. 

Jake looked at the women almost spellbound. The way they rubbed their cheeks together, unable to stop, the way their hands grabbed each other and their lips touched again and again. He himself hid his face between Y/n's breasts, also having a need for closeness. And when she wrapped her legs around him in response, pulling his body in desperation, everything around ceased to matter. All that he cared about was intimacy, and the feeling of desire.

Neytiri moaned quietly into Y/n's mouth as she stroked her neck, running her thumb over her jaw, trying to focus on her pleasure, while Sully, as if possessed, aggressively removed the loincloth from her body, clinging to her womanhood as if it was the only source of the life from which he was allowed to drink. Devouring her as he had done to her skin moments before. He seemed addicted to her smell, her taste, and her subdued whimpers. Wanting to stay between her thighs forever.

The black-haired na'vi pressed on her breasts with her free hand, tucking the material on her chest, which only covered the area around her nipples anyway, massaging them, driving the avatar in her arms to madness.

-So close - she breathed as if she had run a dozen miles.

Jake, hearing this, looked straight into her pupils, abusing even more the little button between her labia, shoving two fingers inside her, which slid inside without a single problem. Young woman's legs trembled from the movement, and her thighs tensed from the orgasm that hit her like a mighty wave. The man, feeling her climax on his tongue and hand, growls low, licking everything she gave him.

-You did so well, my Y/n - Neytiri whispered in her ear.

-Now it's your turn Ney - she murmured looking at her out of the corner of her eye before she ran away from her arms catching the man's face in her hands, kissing his lips soaked with her essence, stroking his tongue with hers, after a while pushing him on his back - You will sit on Jake's face - she informed stretching out her hand towards omaticaya.

-Naughty girl -he growled, panting with excitement.

She looked up at him, gliding her wet folds over his torso before stopping at his loins.

-You haven't even discovered everything - she confessed playfully, before revealing his big, hard member, which slammed against her womanhood, causing them both to moan loudly.

Both women were facing each other, staring deep into their golden eyes with adoration. Neytiri started stroking her cheek again, directing Sully's manhood into her entrance with her free hand, watching as she closed her eyes opening her mouth from which came out the most sinful sounds given to a man to hear.

Jake, feeling her tight, hot canal invites him to her, absorbing him inside through the moisture around him, closed his eyes pushing his hips up. His hands grabbing the firm thighs of the woman above him, pulling her to his open mouth.

Everything went silent around them, and the only sounds that reached their ears were those coming from the three na'vis. Moans, whimpers, sighs, growls, and skin-to-skin slaps repeated themselves, only increasing their thirst.

The man could feel them both moving their hips to their own rhythm and all he could do was take it and accept whatever he was getting.

Y/n attacked the chief's daughter's neck while she did the same, nibbling and sucking on the soft skin on her neck or collarbones. Her fingers were rubbing the avatar's clitoris for her to come, feeling that she wouldn't last long on her own and Neytiri could feel the fluid escaping between her fingers a moment later, she released her own climax which, along with that of the young woman, made Jake fill Y/n full, ending deep inside her, painting her insides white.

The young avatar knew that this was not the end. Especially when the member inside her began to return to standing extremely quickly and lazy kisses were left on her breasts.

It was only a matter of time before they were to be engulfed in another vortex of passion. And no one was going to oppose it.

[hikarry]

We know Aziraphale and Crowley are not talking to each other, but what if when Aziraphale comes back, he tries

He finds Crowley, whom pretends like nothing happened, nothing affected him, if not for the fact he can't look at Aziraphale

"What do you want?" He says, his back half turned to the angel. "Already got bored of your holy duties? Came to gloat over your good deeds?"

"Crowley..." Aziraphale gives a step forwards and Crowley flinches. "Just, listen to me-"

Crowley chuckles, coldly, running a hand through his hair, still not looking at him. "What for? We have nothing else to discuss." He throws a quick glance over his shoulder before turning his back fully towards Aziraphale. "Leave."

Aziraphale takes a deep breath, his hands fiddling with each other, attempting one more step forwards. "My dear-"

"Don't!" Crowley suddenly turns around. "You-!" One shaking finger pointed towards the angel. "You have no right! You-" He takes a shaky breath and looks up to the sky.

Aziraphale takes one last step forward, reaching out to hold his hand, which Crowley snatches like he has been burned. The angel tries to ignore how that hurts. He kind of deserved it. So he closed his eyes for a second, trying to will his tears not to fall.

"I know I hurt you," Crowley laughs with no real humor, still looking up. "But I need you. I need you so-"

"Yeah?" The demon chuckles again. "You only need me when the world is going to shit, oh Supreme Archangel? Is that all I'm good for?"

"Crowley, look at me." He didn't. "You know that's not it. You're my best friend!" Aziraphale takes a final step forward and holds Crowley by the lapels of his jacket more aggressively than he intended. "All I've done was for you. For the world. But Heaven's plans are more complicated than I imagined and I can't-! I tried-!"

"So you came to get your lap dog to help you after you kicked it?" He looks down, but still avoids Aziraphale's face. "It's too late for that, angel." Somehow he made the nickname sound like an insult on his tongue.

"Stop!" Aziraphale shakes him by the jacket. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, I am! It was never my intention! I-! I was trying to protect you. To fix it so we don't have to run anymore!" The angel slowly moves his hands from the jacket to frame the demon's face. He flinches once again, but doesnt go far. His lips a straight line, his hands closed in fists by his side. "Crowley..." Aziraphale tried to move his head so he was looking at him, to no avail. "Will you look at me?" He unconciously runs his thumb through the demon's cheekbone. "...Please?"

And that does it. That little word always does it. And a small smile takes over Aziraphale's lips when their eyes meet, even through the sunglasses. He feels Crowley stop his breathing and his arms slightly shaking, itching to reach out, but being forced to keep still.

"You made your choice." His voice was low and rasp, as if he was making a monumental force to speak. "And I clearly wasn't it."

"You misunderstand." Aziraphale's smile is sad, but Crowley doesn't look away. "You've always been my choice. You. And the world. I made a mess of things and went about it the wrong way, perhaps. But if I had to choose between running away with you and not being sure we would ever be safe and leaving and knowing you would be alright. Alive. I would make the same choice again. Because i would rather make the world safe for you than see you hurt. You have always been my priority, Crowley...Alright?"

A few moments pass in silence, looking at each other in the eye. Crowley's jaw quivers and he puts his hands over Aziraphale's, pulling them away from his face but not letting go.

"Fine." Aziraphale lights up. "But!" He raises a finger, pontuating the word. "You are not forgiven and I will be petty about this whole second coming bullshit until we save our world. Again." His expression softens and he squeezes Aziraphale's hands. "And maybe for a few more decades or so. And after this is all said and done, we are going to talk. A serious talk. About...everything."

Aziraphale smiles, squeezing his hands back.

"Its a deal, my dear."

[kimetsu-chan]

Heyy! I’m back! I was wondering if I could ask for another request! I’m so sorry if this seems like a lot to ask, and you don’t have to accept the request if you don’t want to!

My 2nd request would be the same concept (Tokito Muichiro X Hashira!Reader)

But this time we get a different point of view! Through Shinobu’s!

Of course she has already built a sibling-like relationship with (Reader) and treats them like they’re her own flesh and blood, though she never thought she would hold a sort of resentment towards a certain air-headed Hashira!

Of course Shinobu only wants the best for (Reader) so seeing that they are going after this forgetful and blunt boy didn’t feel like the best decision on (Reader)‘s part.

And when she sees that Muichiro might see (Reader) more than a friend, oh she’s livid

She thinks (Reader) is way too young to be involved with a relationship like that! She barley allowed (Reader) to become a Hashira at their age, but this was crossing the line!

Ever since then Shinobu’s been sort of passive aggressive towards Muichiro, each time he came to the Butterfly Mansion to get his wounds treated, Shinobu always seemed quiet and her smile a lot more strained as she asked about him and (Reader)

Of course Muichiro began talking before quickly trailing off, his mind wandering. The only thing that brought him back was the slight stinging sensation from how tightly Shinobu had been wrapping his wounds-(If this is a one shot like the first one, please add this part! Idk I think it would be funny😆)

But Shinobu was only being over-protective, always putting herself between (Reader) and Muichiro, most of the time with it ending with Muichiro eventually wandering off since he had forgotten who he was speaking to in the first place-

Add more if you’d like! I hope this request reaches you in a good place, please take your time and have a good day!

~Passive Aggression~

A/N: that’s totally okay! As long as I’m accepting requests and as long as it doesn’t break any rules, I’d be happy to take requests at pretty much any time! Once again, thank you so much for making it detailed, it really helps a lot. This one might be a little(a lot) shorter as I haven’t eaten all day and I’m kinda tired, so I apologize for that! I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first!

TWs: none, I don’t think. Shinobu’s just upset at Mui :>

Shinobu had been picking up on… things.

She had been observing the way her younger sibling would always conveniently disappear during lunch, and how they would always get just a little bit happier at the mention of a specific mist hashira.

And that irked Shinobu to no end.

One, she felt as if [Name] was far too young to be in a romantic relationship. And two, him? Seriously? Of all people?

She would almost rather [Name] fall in love with… Genya… or literally anyone else.

Not only was he crass and rude, he was also rather irresponsible. Shinobu couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times she has had to patch up wounds of his that could’ve been easily avoided.

Ever since she had learned about their mutual interest in each other, Shinobu had been more careless in how gentle she was when patching up the amnesiac boy. She would be talking to him and “accidentally” tighten the bandages just tight enough to elicit a hiss from the boy. She’d throw in a sarcastic, “Oh sorry, did that hurt?” before continuing.

Every time she heard [Name] ramble about Muichiro, and vice versa, it took everything she had not to roll her eyes. Whenever she saw the two alone, she would always approach them with a very strained smile.

And if Muichiro ever got a little too close to [Name] for Shinobu’s comfort, she’d would suddenly need their help with something, urgently.

And if that didn’t work, she’d physically get in between them. She would do her best to keep a polite tone of voice, but it was always clear that she was running thin on patience.

Thankfully, for Muichiro’s sake, he would always get quickly distracted and go off to do something else.

Shinobu also really like to “joke” that she was always in need of volunteers to try her new medicines, to test if they were safe to use on patients or if they would have any bad side effects.

Oh, and if Muichiro were to ever fall sick? Oh he’s getting the grossest tasting medicine that Shinobu has in stock.

So long story short, Muichiro better mature up a bit and wait until he and [Name] were a bit older if he ever wanted to Shinobu to even consider letting him court them.

A/N: it was really fun to imagine Shinobu reacting to Mui and [Name]. She’d def get really petty too.

this was not proofread, bc I’m too lazy for that—

Taglist: @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @larz-barz @sweetstarryeyedgirl @cloudymistedskies (ik cloudy didn’t specifically ask to be tagged, but KURA said I should tag them :3)

[viridwns]

How does each uppermoon see reader? like what do they see in her. Is she just a piece of meat? is she just nice too look at? do they actually care for her? I would really like to see more interaction with reader and akaza. he treats her so well.

also, I'm not sure if it's obvious but has the reader had sex with akaza and Kokushibo? I think it hinted that she's done it with muzan and Douma. but what about the other two?

Miscommunication

Let me clear some things up for you.

I try to write the characters in character, but if I would really stick to that, my story wouldn't exist. Muzan would've killed the reader on sight. If we're being realistic, none of the demons would 'fall in love' with a human.

I've not deep dived into how the demons see reader, but I'll try my best to explain. Warning: this can be ooc :)

As far as we have seen, our main moons and Muzan do have feelings, but they're all focused on aggression, anger, or jealousy. In exception for Douma, who doesn't feel anything.

But if we drag Nezuko and Tamayo into this, we can see that even demons are capable of caring and even loving.

Only the four mains are...well...red flags and very toxic, so I don't think they experience all those tender emtions the same way. As previously stated, they are driven by intense feelings. Instead of gentle loving and caring, they twist it into owning and having.

They do care for the reader, just not as a normal person would. They don't like it when she gets hurt and they have no control over it. When they do, they don't see the problem. They'll know she'll heal, and they know exactly what she can take. But if it's out of their hands, who knows what can happen to her. They really, really want her so she has to stay in perfect health for them.

Douma is just a whore for entertainment and reader was perfect for it. He didn't feel anything for her, just found her amusing and time killing while in the infinitycastle and later his cult. If he got bored of her, he would get rid of her. Sure, he thought she was good-looking and wouldn't mind killing some time in bed (he has his needs, just mindless sex), but nothing special. Until Douma just couldn't get enough of her. He found her so amusing. Every sound, movement, or any other reaction drove him crazy. He didn't understand this sort of excitement and the need to just be with her all the time. Douma wanted to feel like this all day, every day. He didn't even realize that maybe this is what having emotion is supposed to be like.

To Douma reader is like a thirst he can't quench. He needs more and more and more of her until he is satisfied, which is never.

Akaza, our only upper who is not just driven by strength but also by his make shift empathy, he seems to have. He felt bad for reader when he first met her. Nothing more, really. He just wanted her suffering to end already. And then it all sort of changed when he saved her from danger. His reality from now got mixed with the reality from his past. He got the sudden need to protect her at all costs and to care for her like he once did for someone else. Reader is a replacement to make happy ending come true that wad robbed of him so many decades ago. She is his second chance.

Kokushibo is focused on his rage, his jealousy. The plaything Douma brought a long did nothing for him. Although...seeing how his two colleagues treated the poor thing, he had to admit it got him a little intrigued. Her fighting them off was the beginning. Kokushibo didn't know why, but he somehow respected her bravery. He wanted to know just how brave she was. The actual 'romantic' feelings came much later, though.

In the beginning, Muzan didn't care for her. She was just a human Douma brought along. Not his concern. She would die eventually. He didn't have the time to waste his time on an inferior being that didn't contribute to his plans. Dear old Muzan did hear Douma's thoughts, though, and that of the rest. Peaking his interest is something not many can do. Now you've earned his time. Muzan doesn't develop real feelings until quite a while. He's just interested in what will happen to reader. But the more he hears the others and the more he spends time with her, the more he wants to keep her all to himself. She interests him, he wants to keep experimenting with her, and no one can say no. Douma can wait with eating her (if he was still planning on that), she needs to satisfy Muzan's curiosity first.

They mostly see her as a plaything, a pet to entertain them and to keep busy. She is there to fill a void all of them got when turning into a Demon/from their past life.

Now Akaza does treat reader the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't let her do anything, and I mean anything. She's human, she's fragile, everything can hurt her. He also thinks she can't decide anything on her own. Akaza tells reader what to wear, to eat, and to do. He helps her brush her teeth, grabs things for her, and even spoon feeds from time to time

He's very controlling because he is so scared of loosing her. When he's in control, he'll know exactly what will happen to reader.

Between chapter one and two of the story, they all did it with her. The first was Douma, but that was even before he really got obsessed with her, and the rest wanted her as well. It was only after they made the compromise to share her that the others went to bed with her. When Douma thought it was funny to fuck her brains out for everyone to see, just to show how lovely her reactions were. They couldn't really control themselves, it was like a primal urge hit them.

Kokushibo just...did it. No emotion or foreplay, just pure instinct. Akaza controled himself and talked her through it, slowly sushing her sobs and protests with praises and easing himself into her.

Muzan was the last. He had resisted for a long time because he wouldn't stoop so low and sleep with a human because he couldn't control himself. He wouldn't allow someone weaker than him to have so much control over him. But sometimes, he just snaps when it becomes too much. It's a nice way to forget about his anger and frustrations he found.

It was all noncon in the beginning, but it slowly turned into dubcon as the reader just gave up.

I hope this answers your questions!

As I said it might be a little ooc, but oh well.

[blueisquitetired]

Consider: Emmet falls into Hisui and loses his memory (since that seems to be a common theme) but he knows he's looking for someone. Like in your other AU, Ingo and Emmet met after only a couple of days but they don't actually recognise eachother. Both are face blind and would recognise eachother from their coats but currently they don't have their coats, Emmet left his at his hideout to dry while Ingo finally caved and took it to be repaired after a particularly bad run in with an alpha. Both hit it off and feel the need to be with eachother (brotherly instincts and all), Ingo still teachs Emmet to survive in Hisui while Emmet teaches him to unlearn to mask and all that fluff but neither truly know who the other is until months later they finally see eachother in their coats when Emmet finally agrees to move in with Ingo. Even when neither remembers the other, they are still brothers.

(For the Warden Ingo and his Brother AU)

Oh! Fun idea Anon! Let’s run with that concept shall we?

Consider this:

Winter had just fallen over the land of Hisui and Ingo had begun bunkering down for the season.

Melli had long left to spend the season with his clan, and Ingo was supposed to do the same- but he couldn’t bring himself too. He loved and appreciated his clan, he really did, but he couldn’t handle the displeasure and judgment from his clan mates for an entire winter. He had already spent his first winter in Hisui with them and he had no plans to repeat that experience. (Winter was so much worse then the other seasons too, as his clansmen had nothing better to do then gossip at his behavior and way of speaking- to judge him for the skills he could not master despite them being easy for children to do. There was nowhere to run, nothing to do but hunch his back and quite his voice, smile wildly despite the pain it caused)

Unfortunately, Ingo’s third winter was already off to a terrible start- as an encounter with an particularly grumpy alpha had left his coat nearly torn in two. While he was normally content to handle simple repairs on his own, something of this magnitude required a much more… skilled hand. And while he would normally turn to Melli for something like this… well, he doubted Melli would appreciate him making the long and perilous winter journey for such an non essential reason.

So, with heavy heart, Ingo stored his coat away somewhere safe, where it would stay until the snow melted and Melli returned to the highlands.

Meanwhile, Emmet had no muking idea where he was.

Actually, he had a lot more questions then that, but his location was a lot more pressing then existential questions of “Who am I?” “Where did I come from?” and “Something is missing, what is it?”

It didn’t help that the Pokémon were weirdly aggressive there- something that just felt wrong honestly. So aggressive in fact, that his previously pristine white coat had gotten ripped, dirtied, and stained in the short time he had been there. And it he doubted it would get better. So, with a heavy heart, Emmet found a safe nook to keep his coat and hat in- before promptly running into an enraged Pokémon that drove him off a cliff.

Thankfully, he was mostly alright, but his leg was almost certainly broken, and he doubted he would be able to move it anytime soon. Which, in a place like this, meant that a painful death was all but guaranteed.

Of course, this isn’t a tragic tale- and Lady Sneasler managed to find him before something horrific happened, bringing the poor injured man to her warden.

And well-

They both can’t deny how familiar the other feels, how they must have known each other before. Ingo’s mannerisms feel like home to Emmet, and Ingo could swear that Emmet’s voice is the one he hears in his dreams. Yet both of them are far too uncertain to mention it to the other, so it remains something unspoken between them. But what is spoken?

Oh Sinnoh, Ingo has never met someone as wonderful as Emmet- someone as easy to talk to and fun to be with, who understands him with ease and desires his company as much as Ingo desires his. And Emmet? Well Emmet still has no idea what he was missing before he came here, but with Ingo he isn’t sure it even really matters. Ingo is home, and that’s all that really matters to Emmet.

When Emmet’s leg heals enough for him to walk around alright, he directs the group to where he hid his coat. Ingo is surprised when he sees it of course, and excitedly shows him his own. Neither of them really think too hard about it though, figuring that it’s just the uniform of their shared passion- whatever the heck a train is.

It was only when winter finally ended and Melli moved back into the highlands that they finally figure it out- and only because Melli was freaking out about their eerily identical faces.

(Of course, by that point such things mattered little to them. As far as they were concerned they were already family- becoming twins was just a bonus)

[brainyrot]

Fanfic Update? 🙃

I think I'm gonna start preparing the fic on ao3

He underestimated those finger guns, sure it didn't hurt but the impact. Oh, the impact.

Managed to destroy his hand, obviously he can always..get it back. It's ink, who cares. But, it's impressive. Surely not impressive and big enough to destroy or even kill him, but it is something that should be taken off right now. He can't just have these people walk around with such a weapon.

whines and curses of pain of a cup, now running away with a slowly, slowly falling apart limp.

He didn't rip it off in time, but you're gonna need super glue to fix that crack for sure. At least he knows it's not functional anymore.

he just needs to get the other one.

"that was NOT bendy!" She screamed, mostly to herself. "It couldn't be! Have you seen that thing?! if- it just couldn't be! And it talked. It talked!" she was frantic, who knew what was going on in her head.

"whoever that was..we need to keep as far as we can of distance from it."

"Have you seen what he has done to your arm Cuphead? It nearly broke it. We gotta look at the wound now." rather have a brother with two arms and a functioning finger gun than a brother with one arm and no finger gun.

"Let's just get somewhere safe and then we can look at it, 'kay mugs?" the cat suggested. But what if it was really bendy? it couldn't be. it was too..it didn't feel like bendy.

The way it talked, it's mannerisms, it's nothing like Bendy's. But at the same time, bendy never acted like himself whenever he had these.. moments.

but how could they help bendy? He was a threat now and approaching was a no go, Cuphead was injured and stuck in an unknown place.

ugh..reminds him of the labyrinth, except that now the main threat was bendy, and not that Sarah kid.

But..was it.. actually him? It's just hard to think it is! maybe it's really some labyrinth situation, just instead of memories it's ink.. mimicking people?

Who knows.

he's thinking of the worst right now.

They don't know where they are going, and the more they go deep in this place, the more ink slowly creeps in until it's nothing but that.

Could it be that the ink is sentient? A parasitic being that slowly consumes everything and everyone? Could explain why those people seemed or..were made of ink. Maybe..maybe bendy is also a victim?

it's possible, a parasitic being, the ink, that takes over your mind. It's a thing between insects, it's possible with this too.

It explains the ink people, the ink that somehow is always here, around, and the aggressiveness.

it makes the person aggressive and submissive to the control of the ink until it consumes them and die.

Maybe it's different with demons? bendy seemed also made of ink but more.. covered. You could see his..eerie smile, part of the bone of his horns and hooves.

could it be that the ink illness is messing with it? Instead of turning into an inky being he's slowly melting? The way the bones, teeth and hooves were showing it seemed like melting.

or..maybe this is all the ink illness. it makes sense, because everyone here at least has some ink on them but it's just stains. Whole for bendy and whoever the rest was, it was like it took over completely.

Maybe only who is ill is affected by this?

"..guys! I think I got it!" the feline stopped.

"Got what? That my hand is gone?" The red cup huffed, sarcastically commenting on his wound.

"No, not yet. Sit down on one of those chairs and we'll fix that. But, I think I figured out something for this place."

"How to get out?" Mugman asked, kind of a stupid question but hey, who doesn't wanna get out.

"No, but,,what if all of this is just the ink illness doing?"

"..what." ridiculous, he thought. Is there a cigarette around?

"Hear me out! the ink seems so alive! Gave you not see it create people from mere puddles?! And the ink people! And bendy! What if these are all ink illness victims that not only have an incurable illness-"

"Yet." Hope, holly may, hope.

"-but now are controlled by this sentient ink making them aggressive like those guys earlier and bendy! We saw him before, he was docile a minute ago and now he's hunting us."

"but it doesn't make any sen-"

"The ink machine!" Mugman thought. "The ink machine was here! what if it's really the ink machine doing? what if it's malfunctioning and that's why instead of curing everyone it's doing..that to them? What if the ink is from the ink machine and whoever is infected is now victim of this weird..mind control in ink Felix says."

"The ink machine is here?"

"it explains a few things..but how do we fix it?"

"I don't know yet but.. let's try and fix that hand of your first."

"I did the best I could but .. it's like if you badly glued something together and it's not holding together at all."

"welp..I guess I'll have to learn how to write with my left hand."

"Don't say that! Holly is gonna fix it!..maybe just, bandaging it tight? Once we're out of here we can find that cream that helps us with the cracks."

"Oh that weird thing? Maybe I can make it."

"Why doesn't the cat gets it out of his silly bag?" cup pointed out.

The feline shrugged. "Honestly I doubt I'll get it out of here, this bag isn't too cooperative."

"Look we'll just bandage it, don't use your hand until we find another way. And..I think we should start finding food and a big enough room to even sit down and relax."

"Yeah, we're just standing around in the open."

"c'mon then, let's go. finish with those bandages."

"I'm doing it,, I'm doing it,, okay, I'm do-"

A hum, a song, a beautiful voice that seemed to belong to an angel.

"we need to hide!"

"Where?!"

"I-i-i don't know- uh-"

A few footsteps, the voice humming was probably wearing heels. It's getting closer.

"...I think I know that vo-" "in here!" a random room, a closet he thinks. There's an axe here, it can be useful.

The voice is getting louder. The humming is getting more addictive as it goes on, he wants to know who is it. He wants to know why does she sounds so familiar.

[jdaviswords]

Betty & Poetry

It was the coldest day

of the year so far

and I found myself

inside a shoe box

of an office

collaborating with strangers

The sky was grey

as it had been for weeks

as it still is

and there was a mist

of sleet softly pelting 
the front window

I was invited by a coworker

who I consider

my twitchy little brother

a guy who I thought

not to make it

in this industry

I picked at the cucumber

and celery

and grapes

and other holiday fixins

meandering between person

to person

introducing myself

and asking them

why they were also here

at Storage King

An elder woman

named Betty

turned face and aggressively joked

“who’s askin”

I chuckled

something about a five foot nothing

spunky elder woman

gets me laughin

she reminded me of

my grandmother

She returned the question

as if it were Nadal

returning a serve

and I had explained my profession

my title

my role

and inevitably

how I got there

Betty inquired

about my schooling

my whereabouts

and in a short five minutes

she nubbed me as a poet

stating she could hear

calmness when I spoke

I laughed again

perhaps I am more

of an open book

than I realized

Yes, indeed

I have a writing degree

that’s proved nothing

noteworthy

yet

Her trembling hand

rose to my shoulder

and she pulled me closer

so that I was eye level

“Go do it”

it echoed the shoe box

as it was one of those moments

where conversation ceased

collectively

at the same time

simultaneously

I grinned

I haven’t had someone

push the envelope

in awhile

and from there I smiled

at the notion

that someone wanted the best

for me

without even quite knowing me

I want to read your stories

watch your plays

laugh at your poetry

and I want it today

she said a version of this

I swear

I heard the ticking

of the clock

and I realized I had

been away

from my office

for too long

and needed to get back

I bid farewells

and Betty hugged me

pinched my cheek

gave me a nod

of approval

and I was on my way

I stepped in the foyer

the roads were wet

it stopped sleeting

and I couldn’t think

of one thing

I’d rather be doing

than writing

I tipped my fingers

to Michael

and we went our separate ways

I sat in the parking lot

quickly examining

how I got here

what I did to get here

what I had to do when I got back

and I realized then

how much

corporate America has stolen

from me

I rationalized falling prey

by being able to pay bills

and support myself

and to build a future

potentially have a family

and keeping food on my plate

The road was silent

as well as the inside

of the car

autopilot brought me back

to my workplace

I can’t remember my thoughts

from point A

to point B

I only remember feeling empowered

to take ownership

of what I am

and what I can be

And if I am nothing

but a man

with some words to share

then so be it

as my only truest love

is poetry

and evidently

that’s all I need

Thanks for the reminder

Betty

[theglitchywriterboi]

Deaths Diner: Chapter Nine

Once Vlad saw the soul floating down he ran over to Asher & Sage, grabbing onto their wrists & pulling them away. He saw the more begin to follow the first one. Aurora was already leading Paxton & Treat away, but Trick waited for him. Vlad used one of the antennas wrapped around his neck to grab Tricks wrist & pull him along.

They backed further away,  but more & more kept coming down.

“Where are we going?” Asher asked, his voice filled with anxiety. Vlad looked around. They had caught up to Aurora, Paxton, and Treat, but there was nowhere else to go besides further upstream.

“We- we could uh-” Vlad tried to think fast, the souls were getting closer, “Up?” he suggested.

“No, no way, you can go up, but I’m finding my friend even if those things chase me” Paxton said.

“Why don’t we make a new path?” Trick suggested.

“How? Theres nowhere else to go!” Vlad replied, still not knowing what to do. They didn’t have much time, the ones on the other side of them started coming down too, as well as the ones above them.

“I can make one,” Aurora said, she motioned for everyone to move to the left wall of the river, to which they all obliged. The ground beneath them began to rumble & open, as Aurora foraged a new path for them to go down.

As the ground crumbled below them, the sounds of the souls got louder. The sounded different, angrier. They were still wailing & screaming, but it didn’t sound… Right. Or rather right by the standards of this place. They began to grow closer, Vlad didn’t have an powers like Auroras, or at least any that’d be useful in a fight, but he did his best to keep them back. He used his hands & the antennas around his neck to throw them away, but more kept coming, & he didn’t have enough limbs to keep them all away. The others did their best to help.

Trick & Treat matched what he was doing, throwing them in a different direction, while Sage & Asher did the same as well. It was different though. It may be because he couldn’t focus on what everyone was doing at the same time, but he could’ve sworn whenever Sage grabbed one it’d… It’d speak. He’s never heard one of them speak. Where as whenever Asher grabbed one, it seemed like the screaming intensified.

Paxton was aggressively throwing them back like them, but he was also throwing them into the walls, and as far as he could tell, it was intentional. It didn’t do much to hurt them, they did sort of explode due to the force of being thrown into the wall, but they quickly regrouped, as if nothing had happened. It did grant them an extra second or so, which was better than nothing.

It was hard to stay balanced, Aurora kept the piece of the ground they were on in the air, but directly below them was nothing. That mixed with the softness of the the ground already made for a very wobbly situation. One latched onto Paxtons arm, catching him off-guard, causing him to begin to stumble backwards. He was about to fall when Asher grabbed onto his arm before he fell. He pulled him back up, before quickly helping him get the soul off his arms. Paxton said a quick ‘Thank you’ before they both continued to grab the incoming souls. Treat stumbled backwards, bumping into Auroras back. Aurora faltered for a moment, making the ground beneath them begin to fall, but she quickly recovered & raised the ground once more.

Aurora finished making the opening of the tunnel, & they all rushed inside it. Or rather, Aurora let the piece they were on drop, making them all tumble to the new floor below them. Aurora closed the opening behind her, narrowly missing a few of the souls slipping in. A small flame light up Auroras hands, before it floated off. She was making floating light bubble to illuminate their surroundings. The new tunnel didn’t look much different than the original river, other than the fact that the ground was far more firm than the original one they stood on, as well as the fact they no longer had the bright blue light of the souls, but now the orange light from the flame bubbles Aurora made.

It took them all a moment to stand up & catch their breath. “Is everyone okay?” Vlad asked. He walked over to Trick & checked him over. He looked fine but, this whole situation wasn’t right. He just wanted to be sure. He was about to check on Treat as well, when he saw Aurora already doing that. He looked at Treat, whos face was a mix of panic & an awkward smile she was clearly trying to suppress.

“Um, yeah, we’re- we’ve fine,” Asher said quietly. He & Sage both looked fine, but Asher always spoke as if he was unsure of himself, so Vlad went over to check on them too. Nothing seemed wrong with them, as Asher had said.

“Hows you arm?” Vlad asked Paxton. His jacket, which was made of pink leather, had visible marks on it from the soul that had latched onto him.

Paxton took a moment to feel his arm before responding, “Uh, fine,” was all he said. He began to look around at their new surroundings “How are we supposed to know where we’re going now?”

“Well, the direction of the river hasn’t changed, so we’re still going to go that way,” Vlad said, pointing down one direction of the tunnel.

“Yeah but, how are we supposed to know where we are” Paxton asked. That was a point Vlad hadn’t considered.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there I suppose. Ideally we’ll walk down here for a bit, then Aurora & I will check to make sure everythings clear. As well as check were we are,” Vlad explained. That was the best he could come up with right now.

He looked over & saw Asher whispering something into Sages ear. Sage checked his pockets & shook his head.

“Uh, hey - is there anything to ya know… Eat?” Sage asked. To Vlad this was a dumb question, there was no need for food in this place - or at least food they could eat. But they were new here & had no way of knowing that. Before he could respond though, Aurora spoke up.

“What sort of fruit do you like?” She asked them.

“Any kind of fruit really… Apples the most I guess?” Sage said looking at Asher for conformation, to which Asher nodded in agreement.

“And you?” She asked, turning her attention to Paxton. He hesitated for a moment.

“We should really hurry & find Dexter…” He said.

“Not eating anything won’t help us find him faster,” She said “Now, would you like apples, or something else?”

“Apples are fine.”

Aurora nodded & smiled. A small tree began to sprout from the ground. It gave a soft rumble, less loud & aggressive than the rumble that came from Aurora bringing them down here. It quickly began to grow leaves before flowers started to appear, and then bright green apples. “Grab them when they’re to your liking.” she said to the three of them.

Vlad got weird looks when he waited fo the apples to be almost fully rotted before grabbing one for himself, but they just tasted better that way. Any earlier & they’d be too sour & crunchy. He liked when they were soft, sweet, and a little moldy. This wasn’t new to Trick, but that didn’t stop his boyfriend from reeling in disgust watching him eat it. 

“Sorry,” Aurora said to Treat. Unfortunately for them, Trick & Treat couldn’t eat the food Aurora could produce, so they had to simply watch as everyone else ate. But trick was having fun giving Vlad grief for eating rotten food, so he seemingly didn’t mind not getting anything.

“Ah its- don’t worry about it,” Treat said quickly, her voice raising in pitch. On the bright side, sort of, they also didn’t need to eat, nor could they feel hunger, so it wasn’t as bad for them. Though Aurora always felt bad when the dead couldn’t eat the plants she could make. She always tried to better her abilities, so maybe one day anyone could have something - whether or not they’re dead or alive. “Don’t worry, once I figure out how to make plants the dead can interact with you’ll be the first to know” She said, taking a step closer to Treat. Treat gave a big smile, although it was clear she was trying to suppress it, & looked away.

[mikuni14]

Why I think Patts and Lomfon are too good for Tai

First of all, for me, Lomfon behaves completely logical from the beginning, and his honesty, even when he acts like a dick, is refreshing when compared to other characters. He doesn’t hide his crush, which other people see right away, he doesn’t hide his flirting with Tai, he doesn’t hide his jealousy or his anger at the concept of soul mate, which he blames for "taking" Tai from him, with whom he sees he’s made a great connection - until the "right" partner for Tai showed up. Whatever Lomfon did, he was sincere about it. Also, I want to point out that Lomfon doesn't owe Tien anything, he's not responsible for his feelings, so he's not a ‘jerk’ since he didn't even know Tien had feelings for him. When Lomfon asked his famous question at the beginning of the episode, when they were holding hands and then sitting together, I was wondering when did this start? At what point did Lomfon fall out of love with Tai and fall in love with Tien? Because while it was obvious, that Lomfon notices Tien, because he spends a lot of time with him, notices that he is different than what he thought about him, which always causes a shift in the mind, all the time Lomfon WAS fixated on Tai and whatever he could feel for Tien, it would be on a subconscious level. That's why when he confessed his love to Tai, I was glad that this is not another series in which something happens, but we don’t see it. What else I respect Lomfon for is that after discovering that he could hear Tai, he did not run to him immediately, did not make scenes and dramas, but first he wanted to confirm, verify, make sure. That he went to Patts first, not wantng to cause Tai problems. That he had doubts, wanted to talk about it with Tien, but couldn’t beacuse he’s Tai’s brother. And that even when he invited Tai, he still wanted to test something, to prove something. And in the end, he was honest with him, told him that he heard him and that he loved him. (Please notice, that Tai, knowing that Patts is his soul mate, hid it from him, although they met many times. And he had confessed the truth to him BY ACCIDENT, so who knows how long he would keep it hidden.)

(for a follow up post let me completely ignore Patts outburst of aggression and violence which is indefensible and seriously I can't look at it normally from now on)

Tbh I don't see a future for Patts and Tai's relationship at this point. Mainly because of Tai. Here's why. The whole relationship has so far been held by two pillars: - being soul mates - Patts constantly giving and yielding When those two pillars collapsed: the "magic connection" disappeared and Patts suddenly started DEMANDING something from Tai, he stopped GIVING, the relationship collapsed. The love they thought they had turned out not to be enough to hold it together.

What is interesting to me is that from the beginning Tai is treated by Patts, other characters and viewers like a child, and yet he is an adult, a working man with a college degree. We call his parents' divorce a "traumatic experience" (I called it that myself), Tai is experiencing it terribly, he is unable to shake off this HORRIBLE experience, it has a HUGE impact on him, changing his life in a diametrical way, also negatively affecting others......... .......... and he was already a grown man in college when it happened! We forget that it was not a traumatic experience, understandable for a child whose safe world is collapsing, he was already in college, one foot in adult life! ALSO! Both parents are alive and well! They are available to him all the time! And Tai allowed it to completely destroy his faith in love of any kind, in soul mate, did not allow him to date other people, did not allow him to live normally - and this has been going on for TWO YEARS. He's still experiencing it and getting triggered and worked up, attacking everyone around him whenever it's mentioned. At the same time, he conveniently forgets about it when he is comfortable with Phat. His parents managed to make a new life for themselves, his brothers have long since come to terms with it, and Tai still lives this stuff!! He is swimming in his suffering and ok, he has a right to do so, but he also drags other, innocent people into his suffering! I bet Tai has NEVER thought about how his silence can affect his soul mate's emotional state. No, Tai just made that decision ON HIS OWN and nothing else interested him except his own trauma. Everyone around him treats him like a traumatized child who needs to be taken care of, his younger brother treats him like that, they always have to run after Tai, they have to help him, explain the world to him, save him.  Tai keeps taking and demanding people to accomodate him and his needs: he wants his parents to stay together, he summons his younger brother to talk about his problems (I loved Tien for calling him out on this), obviosly everything about Patts.. even about Lomfon. Btw. I don't understand his behavior towards Lomfon at all, but it's actually in line with his dishonest nature. It was driving me crazy watching Tai smile at Lomfon, but sigh with exasperation when Lomfon isn't looking, or that scene when he answers his phone. This is all Tai: he will hide his feelings, run away from responsibility for himself and his relationship, a little lie here, a little lie there, and somehow it will be ok. What was his plan for this meeting anyway? What did he think would happen?

I look at Patts and Tai's relationship without emotions, because I'm not invested in them in any way. Their relationship doesn't appeal to me for many reasons, but I'll focus mainly on how uneven it is. Because I see that Tai takes all the time, Patts gives all the time, Tai “manages” this relationship and Patts adjusts all the time, all conditions, boundaries are only set by Tai. The way Patts acted when Tai suggested they spend the night together was probably supposed to be funny, but to me it felt like Patts kept hearing the refusal of something he really wanted and suddenly got “ok let’s do it” and went crazy, which weirdly looks like sex is a reward for, idk, a good behavior? I have never seen something like this before. And this could not end well, because sooner or later Patts would also want to receive something, to demand something. And as the series showed, Tai is completely unprepared for it and he lost it. Because it looks like no one before required something from him.

Their fights were sad to watch and aslo quite interesting :) Tai expects Patts to understand him without words, which is kind of ironic and sad, while Patts CLEARLY and REPEATEDLY asks him for literally three words. What's funny to me is that Tai talks to Phat for quite a long time, and it happenes twice! explains many times why he can't answer him, but he can't afford one sentence. He uses many words about nothing, instead of 3 simple, the most important ones. ha! he'd rather threaten to break up than say them! He refuses to confirm his love EVEN WHEN HE SEES PATTS ANGUISH, putting himself above Patts pain, his feelings AGAIN. The two have fundamental differences in how they handle their relationship. It's not just an unequal give/take relationship. Even in a situation with an unwanted kiss, you can see how different they are. Phat immediately confronts, Tai in a similar situation runs away. When Tai suspected Patts of being in a relationship with someone else, he immediately believed it and was passive-aggressive towards him (even biting him), when Patts suspects Tai of the same, he immediately checks it out and confronts Tai, giving him a chance for an explanation. Tai has shown jealousy of Patts many times, but won't allow Patt to be jealous. And the icing on the cake is that he first tells they shoul break up and then has the audacity to be surprised Pikachu when Patts proposes the same.

All this confirms to me what I've been writing about from the beginning: this relationship IS based on the soul mate concept. And the greatest enemy of the soul mate idea turned out to be the person who benefited the most from it. It was Tai, who hated the concept, yet who introduced Patts as his soul mate all the time, I don't know if he ever called him his boyfriend in public. They started going out too soon, traveling together, never getting to know each other well. Personally, at the moment, I don't see a future for this relationship in which they are both so incompatible, unequal, in which there are so many lies and hiding the truth from the beginning, and in which one of the parties is experiencing his "trauma", which he should deal with already and allows it to have a constant, destructive influence on his adult life. Also, how Tai treats his parents' divorce as a harm done to him, the fact that he did not spend a moment to understand his parents and accept their choice does not reflect well on him as a potential partner.

So, until Tai grows up, gets his head out of his ass, starts GIVING: to his parents, to Tien, and Patts, or whoever his partner is, I don't see a future for him in any relationship.

(I can't help myself and have to make a comparison: Kawi has changed in 6 episodes - he's still going through it actually, he sees his flaws, notices when he hurts other people and wants to make amends, he wants to change. Tai mentally has been in the same place for 2 years ... and is even getting worse, he doesn’t see how his beliefs, his trauma limit him, he doesn’t see his own shortcomings)

I also hope that Tien will mature quickly, because at the moment he is too naive, he idolizes his brother too much, he is at his every call, he idolizes love and the concept of soul mate, he gives too much of himself, unlike Tai he puts others first... and this is why he ends up alone on the bench, the poor thing... (isn't Tien the first BL boy who doesn't get a sponge bath after getting wet in the rain 🤔)

[abbatoirablaze]

Heaven's Demons, Chapter 5

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings:  arguing, implied smut

“Hey…”

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Dropping the boys off before I head home for the night,” he said quietly as Cairo and Lucas shuffled sleepily past him, dragging their little brothers along with them, “Sweetie is taking Gears to the hospital because Cairo hit him in the junk with a bat and then Mikey and Dylan knocked him down the stairs…he’s got a concussion…she seems to think so anyways.  Told her I’d drop the kids off so when she picks them up in the morning, she’s got everyone.”

“Shit,” she laughed, “it almost sounds like old times when the twins were toddlers and they used to pull those same shenanigans on him when he was a prospect…they never liked Gears, did they?”

“Yeah,” he laughed in response, “They’ve always kinda hated Gears…he’s always been too nice to Sweetie.”

“Did you…did you want to come in?” she asked after a second.  Lucas bit his lip.

“I-I shouldn’t…”

“Let me at least make some coffee for you so you can make it home…”

He followed behind as she made her way to the kitchen, kicking the door shut as he came into her place, “I-I don’t live far away from here, you know.  You’ve been to the apartment plenty of times to know I can make it home without a cup of coffee.”

“But you’re still following,” she pointed out, not daring to look her ex in the eyes, “Thank you for the flowers by the way…it meant a lot to me…especially after-“

“Andy sent the flowers,” he admitted, cutting her off, “he uh, I guess Thor told him about what happened when you stormed into the bar and told him how I forgot Lucas and Cairo.  He didn’t know we hooked up, Pix…I-I wouldn’t have sent flowers…not after we…you know.”  

She stopped making the coffee and turned, leaning against the counter, “t-that was Andy that sent the flowers on your behalf?”

Lucas nodded, biting his lip once again, “Yeah.”

She shook her head, “I can’t believe you…I can’t fucking believe you, Lucas.”

“What?” he asked, “it’s not that I do-“

“You don’t fucking care about us…you don’t fucking care ab-“

“OF COURSE I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU PIX!” He yelled, allowing himself to feel the rage he normally tucked away, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU!  I NEVER STOPPED FUCKING LOVING YOU!”

“Then why did you choose her?” she asked, her tone falling just above a whisper, “why did you leave us?  What was so much better about Sweetie and her boys?”

“Stop playing the victim, Pix…you brought Sweetie into our relationship,” Lucas growled, shaking his head, “you told me you wanted her to be part of our relationship…you told me to start seeing her.  Then you got pissed when the boys saw her as more of a mother to them.  She was their fucking nanny.  Of course, they saw her as that sort of figure.  She was always with them.  You kicked me and her out when I told her I’d still be there for her and the babies.  I didn’t choose that, Pix…I chose not to be a dead-beat dad, because you wouldn’t let me see them if I had chosen you and you know it.”

“You didn’t choose me,” she pointed out, pushing him back, “and that was as good as choosing her in my mind…I-I couldn’t do it, Lucas.”

“Don’t push me, Pix…I’m not playin’ this fucking game, baby.”

“Baby…”she scoffed, pushing him again.  Their eyes met and she saw a look of lust in them.  She knew he liked it when she got aggressive, “I stopped being your baby a while ago, Lucas.”

“Pix…”

“What?” she asked, pushing her body against his, “what is it, Lucas?”

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the woman he was in love with, “baby don’t put me in this kind of situation…”

“I’m not doing anything,” she commented softly as their lips brushed each other’s.  Her hands slid down his chest, until they reached the hem of his shirt and her hand slid underneath it.  He hissed as her nails dragged down his muscular torso, “I’m just living in the moment…isn’t that what you said I needed to do?  Forget my insecurities and just live in the now.”

“Pix…we aren’t together anymore…”

“Maybe not,” she whispered as his nose brushed against hers.  His eyes closed as he inhaled her scent, “but maybe we should be.”

And her lips captured his in a fiery kiss.

“Jake, lay down,” Sweetie begged the grown man for the tenth time since they’d arrived at his apartment.  But Jake continued to fight against her, insisting that he needed to be up and doing stuff, “Jake whatever you wanted to do, I’m sure that it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Need to make the house look good,” he muttered, as he started towards the kitchen once more, “Sweetie’s here…it’s gotta be perfect for her.”

“Jake I’m Sweetie.  I don’t care how your house looks.”

He gave a heavy sigh as he looked at her, his calloused fingers brushing against her cheek.  He looked like it was taking him a few seconds to process the fact that she really was in front of him “you are here.”

“I know,” she sighed sadly, “Jake…please…go lay down, like the doctor said…you need to be calm and coherent.  The doctor said that you need to rest.”

“Come cuddle with me?” he asked.  She sighed, biting her lip.

“Jake, I don’t think that’s-“

“But I need you to cuddle me,” he said loudly.  She sighed and looked down the hall to where his bedroom was, “I won’t lay down until you’re in my arms.”

“Fine,” she conceded.  Jake smiled, and pulled Sweetie to his chest, “but just for a little bit, and only because you need to rest.”

“Good,” he grinned.  He let Sweetie go and started towards his room.  Sweetie followed a few seconds later, her brows raised when she noticed Jake’s shirt in the hallway, “Sweetie…come on.”

Sweetie blushed when she entered his room.  He was pulling the duvet down so that he could hop into the bed, but that wasn’t what caught her attention.  No, what caught Sweeties attention was the fact that Jake had stripped down to his boxers in front of her.  And she could notice a very prominent shape in his boxers.  He wasn’t hard, just very, very large. 

And yet she felt her heart begin to race in her chest. 

“What’s wrong?”

Her eyes shot to Jake’s, and she blushed again, not daring to look him in the eyes, “J-Jake…can you…can you put some clothes on?”

Jake paled as he reached for a pillow to cover himself, “y-you don’t like my body?”

“N-no, I do!  Trust me…I very much like your body, I just-uh,” she began, but quickly became frazzled as she admitted that she liked the way that Jake’s body looked, “can you please put some clothes on?”

“Why don’t you take yours off?” he chuckled as he took a few steps closer to her, closing the distance between the two of them.  She shivered when she felt Jake’s fingers dancing across her hips.  His body pressed firmly against hers and she gasped when she felt his hardening member right above her ass, “what I wouldn’t give to see you in less clothing…”

“Jake…”

She turned around to see Jake wolfishly looking at her, his eyes trailing to her ample cleavage, “Y’know when you were talking earlier and cleaning up that spill, all I could do was watch these perfect tits…just bouncing away in my face…and all I could think about was how you would look bouncing on my cock.”

She felt like the air left her body.  Sure, she and Jake had playfully flirted at work, but he’d told her at the beginning of her shift that the idea of him having a crush on her was crazy.  But now, he was saying such direct and dirty things to her. 

Her thighs clenched and Jake smiled, noticing it, “do you think of me like I think of you, Sweetie?  God, I think about you like that a lot.”

“J-Jake…”

“I wanna feel you underneath me,” he growled, his hands digging into her hips.  She moaned as she felt his erection straining, “I want to feel your lips on mine…my cock buried in that perfect cunt as you’re bent over the bar…god you don’t know how much I’ve thought of that.”

“J-Jake you don’t mean that,” she sighed, “you don’t like me.”

“No…you’re right,” he sighed, playing with her hair, “I’m in fucking love with you, Sweetie…have been since the day you walked into the bar.”

“Jake…”

“Those lips,” he purred, his fingers trailing up to her plumped lips.  They dragged over them, and she shuddered beneath his touch…I want to feel you, Sweetie.”

“W-what about Lucas?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled, pulling her even closer, “I don’t give a damn if he sends your kids after me a million times…I’m in love with you, Sweetie…Fonz is a brother…but he’s fucking around on you…you know that…if it’s not a sweetbutt it’s a fucking whore from the corner…you deserve a man that’ll treat you like a fucking queen…”

“A-and that’s you?”

“Yeah,” he admitted as their lips met, “that’s me baby.”

Chapter 6

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[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(To mod) In your opinion, how would the cast of Brave Danganronpa Coward's Paradise react to someone like Kuripa and vice versa?

//Ok, let me try and break it down...

//Bare in mind, this is being posted before Chapter 1 of BDR:CP has been dropped. The only personality we know the characters for are what is shown in the prologue.

I've mentioned this before, but I honestly think Hiroto and Kuripa wouldn't get along. Their situation is very much a Batman VS Red Hood dynamic. Sure, Brave DR hasn't shown much to suggest that Hiroto has a creed against killing, but given his personality, and how he's embarrassed that he even has his Ultimate Talent in the first place, I'm guessing he's got his shit together. He's willing to get his hands dirty and beat people up in his pursuit of justice, but I doubt he'd go so far as to take a life. Kuripa on the other hand, has absolutely no qualms with doing so if it thinks it would be best in the long run. He's not inherantly sadistic and violent to small-fry thugs who are doing petty crimes, but for big criminals, they're fair game for the slaughterhouse. And I feel regardless of how bad a crime is, or how big the fish is, Hiroto would not accept Kuripa's methodology, and they'd butt heads often.

I feel like Kuripa would really fall for Hana, and would really want to get along with her, but Hana would be way too scared of Kuripa and the baggage he comes with to want to get close to him.

Kuripa and Daisuke would get along fine. They'd be far from besties, but Daisuke would be able to look past Kuripa's baggage and see him for his good qualities, which Kuripa would appreciate.

If Kuripa ever met Urara, I feel like he would be squealing with excitement once he finds out who she is. And not only that, but I feel like Urara would be doing the same back once she finds out who Kuripa is, and that he's also Takuto Mikizuki. I like the idea that they're both massive fans of each other's industry work, and would be begging one another for each other's autographs. Urara may even have been a member of the Kyojin's if she was canon to this timeline, though it would depend if she could handle any slight lewdness that comes up in conversation.

Hibiki would be terrified of Kuripa once he sees him get into an aggressive mindset, but I feel like other than that, they'd be fine with one another.

Rei would be extremely skeptical of Kuripa, and watch him judgmentally from a distance. Kuripa wouldn't have any interest in striking up a conversation with her, or being her friend. He'd probably just glare back and pull faces.

Kuripa and Kazuya would get along like two savage meerkats fighting for dominance. Which is to say the former would get easily pissed when trying to out-snark and out-douche the latter, and they wouldn't get along even remotely.

I genuinely think that Kuripa and Honoka would, both figuratively AND literally, get along like a house on fire. Given not only his obsession with social media and internet, but also his compressed lust for death and destruction, there wouldn't be anyone better to help him let loose that burning blaze within. Same vice versa.

I feel like Kuripa wouldn't particularly want to be friends with Yukio, but also wouldn't have any problems with him. All Yukio would really want to know about Kuripa is what his tastes in sweets and confectionary's are, and I'm sure Kuripa would willingly admit that Yukio deserves his title.

Kuripa may recognize Stella from one or two celebrity voice overs from animations he's watched, but since he tends to stay away from live action television, I doubt he'd really know who she is, much like Hiroto didn't in the game. I feel like they'd be fine around each other, and in a few ways, would relate due to how they're both firm in their thoughts and opinions.

Much like with Hiroto and Rei, I get the feeling that Goro would be skeptical of Kuripa, and keep a close eye on him while he's in his presence. All things considered, with Kuripa's ridiculous strength, he might even be a good challenger for Goro in the ring. Not that Kuripa is a trained Sumo Wrestler or anything, so maybe he wouldn't have much of a chance. After all, he's far more apt with bludgeoning people with his fists and cutting them apart with his place than just shoving them out of a circle.

I get the feeling that if Kuripa ever met Mitsuba, they would bully the shit out of each other. Mitsuba would make so many biting comments about Kuripa, only for him to bite back twice as hard, and the spat would just never end.

Kuripa seems like he would get annoyed very easily if he ever had to deal with someone like Ichirou. Slow types are not people he is comfortable dealing with. On top of that, the very fact that Ichirou has a medical talent, and is a trained doctor, is already enough to make Kuripa dislike him. As we know, Kuripa has an innate detest for medical practitioners and hospitals.

Kuripa would get along with Ume, and while that doesn't make a lot of sense, there is an in-universe lore reason why that we haven't got to yet. One of his classmates at Hope's Peak that he was very close to had a similar occult-based talent, and this will be elaborated on much later down the line. But the point is he would know how to deal with Ume's creepy and silly quirks, and would know how to relate to them.

While I don't know if I would call them friends, I feel like Kuripa would always be willing to scrap with Daigo. Suffice to say, Kuripa would MORE than earn Daigo's unbridled respect, since he's probably one of few opponents who could absolutely DEMOLISH Daigo in a no-holds barred fight, especially one with no limits and no rules. Not that Daigo would be an easy challenge, and that in turn, excites Kuripa as well. They'd be able to bond over their thrill and love for combat, and a good scrap.

Lastly, I think Kuripa would like Anko. Given that she shares a lot of personality traits and mannerisms as Kokichi, Kuripa would know how to deal with her, and how to handle her odd behavior.

//Hope that cleared some things up for you.

-Mod

[juuheizou]

omggg I love angsty questions!! how do you think juuzou would be during and after a fight? which party would have to take the initiative to call the other to talk and sort things out? would he ever apologize first? what about mutsuki?

oooh and just so we dont lose ourselves on angst::: what were the main things thatmade juuzou fall in love with tooru? which one of them fell first and how does each one behave when secretly in love? which one confessed first?! (sorry for the bombload of questions I just love them sm😭🩷)

Thank you so much for the bombload of questions! No better way to make my day! Hopefully it's a good thing that my answers are bordering on stories of their own, because I don't see myself stopping that anytime soon.

how do you think juuzou would be during and after a fight? which party would have to take the initiative to call the other to talk and sort things out? would he ever apologize first? what about mutsuki?

Honestly, while they may disagree and argue like any couple, and rarely this might boil over into saying or doing something they regret, they don't really escalate to fighting. At most it takes that one thing they regret to be like “I just said/did something [bad parental figure/schoolyard bully/disrespectful coworker] would say/do to someone I care about” and stop the escalation in its tracks, and that's when it even gets that heated. I think, since angst is the name of the game, and there's an implication of revisiting the issue to sort it out, you want to talk about those things they regret when they do it to each other.

Just like he does in his conflicts with anyone else, Suzuya has two main ways of lashing out: the Seidou (immediate aggression) or the Marude (abandonment with the intention of getting back at him later). He would never hit, bite, or threaten Mutsuki like we've seen a younger him do to other people he fights with (without risk-aware consent, anyway ;) ). But although he's come that far, when he's hurt or upset or overwhelmed, he might start trying to release some of that emotion by throwing something at a wall or floor, hitting a nearby object, or pacing around hurting himself, like pulling his hair, thumping his head with his hands, or chewing on his finger stitches.

The first time he ever did something like that, he truly didn't even notice how it made Mutsuki flinch and shrink away from him and just kept going until he burned himself out and calmed down, but Mutsuki was still frozen after he came to his senses. Honestly, in his mind Mutsuki was thinking about ending their personal relationship then and there out of fear, but just thinking about not being close to him anymore was too painful to just bottle up his feelings and become a ghost to him once he had a chance like the scared child inside him thought about doing. Instead, he did something that terrified him and told Suzuya, small and vulnerable, “it scares me when you do that.”

Suzuya never wanted to scare Mutsuki and never ever wants to. He's gotten better at apologizing since the Owl Suppression Operation (doing so to the wife of the person who might not be in critical condition if you weren't so reckless is good practice) and this is one of the times where he apologizes first. He not only apologizes, but they hit pause on whatever they had started off arguing about and spend some time figuring out how not to scare Mutsuki like that again. Number one on the list is don't let disagreements turn into fights, for both of them.

This is not the same as his other regrettable way to handle an argument. As I've mentioned, Suzuya is capable of biding his time and getting even when he's upset. This holds true in a two-sided disagreement as well, and when he's heated he may storm off from the conversation and start thinking of how he's going to get even for whatever part of it upset him. Compared to self-injuring or hurting objects around him, this is deliberate, a bad choice he makes when he's mad rather than simply struggling to regulate big feelings without meaning to hurt Mutsuki. When he storms off just to blindside Mutsuki with a mean-spirited prank later, in the moment he does mean to hurt him for whatever he said.

In the aftermath of something he regrets, Suzuya might not always know what he's feeling or feel anything, but he knows he hurt Mutsuki, and that's enough for him. He wants to make it right, and, sometimes to a fault, won't stop trying to fix it until he sees Mutsuki smile. Sometimes Mutsuki needs to take the space to be hurt and Suzuya can't fix it, and he can't reliably discern when those times are, but if Mutsuki says “not now” or “leave me alone,” he will. In those cases, he resolves to do nice things from a distance so that at least Mutsuki can have nice things while he's hurt.

When it's Mutsuki who raises his voice or avoids him altogether for a time, which are his fatal flaws in an otherwise healthy disagreement, Suzuya is naturally pretty blunt. His most common response is to come to him, all small and vulnerable himself, like “did you really mean those things you yelled at me?” Sometimes his delivery isn't the best, but the answer is usually no, and it's good enough that they end up talking it out.

He would readily apologize first and take the initiative to sort out what they got heated about if/when he realizes he did something hurtful. As far as the sorting it out part, he'll be the one to do that a lot of the time even when it wasn't him who made it a fight, as he's not great at sitting with strong feelings without doing something about them. However, you won't see him apologize for something he didn't do wrong, even if he just doesn't realize he did something wrong yet.

Mutsuki's gut reaction to conflict and confrontation is to avoid it, bury it, pretend he's not feeling anything that would cause it to happen or that it didn't happen. However, he also cares just as deeply about Suzuya as Suzuya cares about him and loathes the idea of being the one who hurts anyone. While he might struggle to apologize right away, even if he knows he's the one who needs to, eventually the knowledge he's hurting Suzuya trumps even the fear and denial and when he does get up the guts to apologize, he does so profusely and is just as adamant about making it right beyond just an apology.

oooh and just so we dont lose ourselves on angst::: what were the main things thatmade juuzou fall in love with tooru? which one of them fell first and how does each one behave when secretly in love? which one confessed first?! (sorry for the bombload of questions I just love them sm?￰ﾟﾩﾷ)

The main thing that made Suzuya fall for Mutsuki is how he knows so much of the suffering that he knows, and yet he came out of it such a different person. He might not have been through all the same things, but as far as anyone Suzuya has ever come across in his new life, Mutsuki understands him. Because he understands, he accepts him, doesn't judge him for those remaining messy traces of his past that may never fully go away, doesn't want to play a part in his life that sees him trying to change him or fix him.

That said, their differences play just as much of a role in why Mutsuki is so special to him as their similarities. Where Suzuya is unprincipled and indifferent to a lot of horrible things, Mutsuki would sacrifice himself to save a complete stranger and wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve. Where Suzuya wants to see people die for looking at him sideways, Mutsuki will go out of his way for someone who isn't even nice to him. He might not understand it, but deep down Suzuya would never want to see him lose that. It amazes him, and when its extended to him, it makes him feel like he must have some goodness in him too, not unlike the way Shinohara used to make him feel with that same pure, unconditional kindness. With Mutsuki it shows up in a different way, but Suzuya knows it when he sees it.

Suzuya fell first. Prior to the Ghoul Auction, they didn't know each other well, not even being assigned to the same part of the city and all. That being said, I think their first time, maybe first few times, meeting each other happened before that. It wasn't anything big or plot-relevant (not even pretending that isn't my go-to excuse for every canonverse idea that only lives in my brain) but little things like Suzuya telling the most grateful new Rank Three ever where a particular conference room is and thinking “that one is going to get eaten alive” as said Rank Three bows and thanks him like three times before realizing how late they are to the meeting they were trying to find and bolting.

Then next time he consults on some fucked up gourmet ghoul-related case away from the 13th Ward, he's wrestling with a vending machine because his snack got stuck and suddenly someone shows up behind him, puts some money in, and buys the snack behind it so his finally falls into the opening, but even when both packets end up falling, they just give the second one to him too-- it's that overly polite Rank Three again. Mutsuki something. “That one is going to get eaten alive,” he thinks once again as they scurry off to whatever they were doing, once again. Maybe it's because Mutsuki rescued his snack, but a teeny tiny part of Suzuya feels something about that thought, now.

They don't see each other as much as they used to when they worked cases together, but the next time Suzuya goes over to the Chateau to annoy Haise, he runs into Mutsuki yet again. He's the only one of Haise's new squad who does as Haise asks and introduces himself to Suzuya, all meek and polite. Mutsuki takes this simple request a step further and welcomes Suzuya to the Chateau like some honored guest, even going as far as offering him something to eat or drink before he excuses himself to his room to leave Suzuya and the person he actually came over to see alone.. “That one is going to get eaten alive,” and by now Suzuya has some inkling that he doesn't like how that makes him feel.

As for how he behaves, Suzuya is pretty brutally honest unless he has a reason not to be, and at least in my mind it's hard to see him keeping his affection a secret from Mutsuki-- if he does that, how is he going to kiss Mutsuki? Delayed gratification is not his greatest strength, unless that gratification is Marude's motorcycle.

When they actually spend time together and naturally grow close in preparation for the Auction, he's shameless about asking Mutsuki to do fun stuff with him after a meeting, telling him how cute a face he makes when he's concentrating on a knife drill or even how much he really cares about nothing bad happening to him, putting his hands on him to correct his form or make adjustments to the disguise he's planning on wearing the night of. He would even kiss Mutsuki just to share a taste of whatever snack of his Mutsuki is eyeing like it's oversweetened poison or (at least offer to) touch him more intimately because he's bored or Mutsuki seems tense. They're together in a lot of ways without him thinking to say or label anything.

Mutsuki, on the other hand, keeps all kinds of things, important or not, to himself because he is prone to agonizing over how everything he thinks about saying or doing might blow up in his face, no matter how irrational. When he realized he too was fond of Suzuya and wanted to stay as close as they are leading up to the Auction after it's over, he was convinced Suzuya would not feel the same and hate him forever and shatter his heart if not his bones despite all the logical reasons to think otherwise. So while it can't totally be a secret that he likes Suzuya an awful lot when he's allowing all the above acts of affection and intimacy, it is kind of a secret that he wants the comfort of knowing Suzuya doesn't want it to end too, that they would both commit to the effort of seeing each other when they're not together all the time for their job.

Until he gathers his courage, he would go along with every extraneous activity Suzuya wants to do in their downtime, no matter how exhausted he is from the brutal training regimen of someone who feels no pain or how sick he is with fear after talking strategy over the gruesome case files and Suzuya's bonus firsthand knowledge of the ghouls they know will be at the Auction. He would never complain during those training sessions or strategy meetings and try so hard to do well because secretly, he really likes it when Suzuya is pleased with him. He would put every fraying fiber of his being into doing good by Suzuya because maybe if he does really good, Suzuya will want what he wants without him having to use his words and risk all the things his anxiety tells him will happen if he does.

Unfortunately for Mutsuki, that's just not going to work with Suzuya, and it's Mutsuki who confesses his feelings first. The reality of the Auction is setting in with a few days left and he's writing his will as we know investigators do before something like this. As scared as he is that he will make something bad happen by saying something, he ends up calling Suzuya. Initially they talk about change and fear and death and how afraid he still is to die, go missing, lose someone. It just kind of slips out that he's scared of not seeing Suzuya again, not just through death or capture, but even if they both come out okay and they grow apart once Suzuya goes back to his assignments in the 13th Ward that don't involve him. Once he starts, he can't stop, and just spills his guts about how badly he wants what they have now to stay and how much he cares about Suzuya, how he makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, how much he likes even the most agonizing training drill because he's there. Needless to say, it goes over well.