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[bangchansgirlsblog]

Keeping up with the Bhangs

This is a one shot from the little series. Read it if you would like it’s on my master list :))

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Summary: Being a mum is hard when you have to constantly play good cop, bad cop.

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"Chan?" She called for her husband. "Chan come look at what your daughter did!" Y/n called again. The sight infront of her was painful. Her little girl was stood in the middle of the room looking so innocent but she had created a huge train wreck around her. She couldn’t believe it.

She tried to keep her cool, she really did but she couldn’t. She heard the quiet footsteps making their way up towards their daughters room. Her anger was being tested and she felt like she was about to blow.

"What is it Y/n? I have a really important-" he paused when he looked up from his phone as he stared at the sight in front of him. "What the hell?" He let out a gasp.

The room was a mess. There was paint everywhere and crayons all over the wall. The collections of toys chan had gotten Soo-min where spread all over the place and her clothers (Soo-min) was covered in dirt, paint and crayons as she stood there looking innocent with the crayon in her hand. 

"Chan look what your daughter did!" Y/n raised her voice a little causing Soo-min to jump. She took little steps quickly to hide behind her father who was now standing fully in the room. It had been obvious she was scolded before this because her little hands were shaking and her lips were quivering.

Chans eyes soften as he loosened the tie that wrapped around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. He was determined to keep his wife calm and fix whatever was going on. If he had time of course.

"Hey, Y/n calm down. Don’t stress out baby. Its okay," He picked up his little girl with one hand trying to remove the paint of her face. Her eyes on the verge of tears as she pouted. "We can just get the cleaners to clean it-"

Chan being calm about the whole situation pissed of Y/n to the fullest because why was he so put together? Why was he such a good calm dad.

"Chan! you dont get it! this is not okay, she constantly disobeys, this is a huge mess! i left her for only a few minutes!" Y/n groaned frustrated as she threw the cups she had collected from the ground into a basket. 

"Y/n, its fine. She's a baby-" the glare Y/n gave him instantly made him shut up and look at his little girl that was basically holding onto his shirt for dear life. 

"M' sorry," Soo-min chocked on her sobs as tears started to spill and she Sniffed. She didn’t understand why her mum was being so scary. She only wanted to draw to make her happy cause she knew how sad she had been.

Chans heart melted at her little pout.

"Its okay mama, no need to cry. Daddy's got you," Chan wiped the tears from her cheeks and grabbed the crayon and paint brush from her tiny little hands. "Y/n look what you've done, now she's crying."

"Chan you cant honestly think this is okay-" Y/n was buffled. Chan didn't think this was okay, did he?

"she's a kid! kids make mistakes, she's still learning. You don't scold her, you teach her," His voice was now loud aswell. He was getting frustrated. He didnt want his children growing up in a toxic enviroment where they get yelled at or abused. That was his worst nightmare. 

“Then fine! You raise them if ur such a good teacher,”

“I don’t have time for this Y/n I have a big meeting coming-“

“Of course you fucking do, why don’t you just move into your office and abandon your kids and pregnant wife!”

Her blood was boiling. It was like she was getting everything off her chest and she needed it.

“Y/n that’s enough. Your acting like a child in front of her!” Chan growled. “You can’t even control this situation without calling and crying for me,” his chest was moving up and down as he was huffing. Trying so hard to control himself but he was stressed and tired and it was like she wanted to pick a fight every chance she got.

"Chan! why do you always have to be good cop. Why cant you see this is wrong? Stop being a bad parent and-'

"Bad parent?" He scoffs and looked up at her buffled, "I'm the bad parent? just cause you were abused when you were younger doesn't mean you have to put your trauma on my children..." His eyes go wide. He didn't mean it. He was just angry. He didn't mean any of it. 

The tension in the air wise thick. The shocked gasp that left her mouth was painful. Her head started to spin. Her eyes turning red as her body started to overheat. The emotions she felt were overwhelming. A panic attack was coming on. Her eyes landed on her daughter, the little girl was covering her ears trying to cover her face in her fathers chest. Was she a monster?

"Papa? no fighting," The little girl squealed as she still continued to cover her ears. This made Y/n's heart break. was it true? was she becoming her toxic mother. 

 "It's okay mama," He comforted her shivering body, "I-Im going to get her changed so i can go back to my meeting. I'll tell the maids to come clean up," he so badly wanted to hold his wife and apologize but with the way she stood in one place he knew he couldn't have the conversation, well not right now. 

The door closed behind him as her little girls sniffles slowly faded in the distance. Y/n was in shock. Her brain was taking long to react. Her hands were cold and all of a sudden she couldnt hear anything around her.

Was she the problem? Was she being hard on the kids? she never yelled at any of them unless they did something horrible, she never intended for the father of her kids to call her toxic. To embarrass her like that.

It was too much, she was done playing tough guy. she was tired of the constant fight of depression. She was tired of her husband degrading her as she stayed home while he was out all night partying doing God knows what. 

She wanted her life back. she wanted to be fun again. She didnt want to be tired all the time. She was tired of being pregnant.

Her face felt wet. Her hands automatically covering her eyes. Heart wrenching sobs leaving her body as she placed a hand on her belly. The doubt of being a mother was creeping back up. The sudden urge to run away and dissapear haunted her conscious. Truth is she was tired of the fake smiles and the big parties and important business people.

Yes, she loved the big house her husband built for them, she loved the grand cars and the golden credit cards but she wanted to feel again. She wanted to be loved again. By her husband. She wanted to be a teenager again, falling in love and being young and free.

She laid on the called floor. Her arms supporting the heavy bump she was carrying. The tiled sending shivers down her spine. The tears still spilling from her eyes until eventually she grew tired and fell asleep.

[chrollogy]

teaser. EXERCISE ROUTINE

miya atsumu x f!reader

── next: i. Mystery man in Paris | series masterlist

synopsis: During a press conference with MSBY Black Jackals, Atsumu admits something rather brazenly.

content warning: suggestive themes, atsumu may be an idiot

word count: 567

notes: ok ok i couldn’t help but write a lil teaser for this upcoming series hehe divider: cafekitsune.

The continuous bright, flashing lights from cameras pointed to his face made Atsumu’s eyes a tad dry. Currently sat before a heap of journalists, photographers, and reporters, the blonde eagerly bounced his leg beneath the table—sure, media sessions were occasionally enjoyable but most of the time, it was boring; Atsumu held back his yawn a couple of times or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it from the media.

Low chatter, and audible shutter sounds from cameras filled the room, most questions were directed to Meian, which Atsumu had no complaints about—he’d rather be sitting there getting his candid photos taken than answer the same old recycled questions from journalists. It was always about strategies, routines, and team mindsets.

Atsumu would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to his mind cheekily wandering over to you. He was more than curious about your day—were you cooped up in your little studio writing lyrics? Were you getting you hair done at some high end salon? Or were you also stuck in a monotonous promotional activity? Nonetheless, Atsumu hoped you were holding up better than he was. Clearly, he’d trade this for your presence right now.

“This question is actually for Miya Atsumu,” At that, his ears perked up, back straightening as the attention of the room shifted over to the team’s setter. “Seeing as you’re given ample time just before the Olympics, do you also train outside of your regular schedule during off season? What does that routine look like for you?”

Atsumu subtly shifted in his seat, briefly scanning the crowd to find the journalist before leaning to speak into the microphone situated atop the table, “Oh, yeah definitely. Even though the off season gives me enough time ta reconnect, and relax, I also like ta challenge myself a bit mostly with strength, and mobility trainin’—all that sorta stuff.”

“What about cardio? I know endurance plays a crucial role for volleyball players.” “Cardio? Yeah I do alotta that too. All sorts of it, ya’ll just have ta ask my girlfriend about it.”

Atsumu shot a cheeky wink to the ENG camera at the back of the room before leaning into his seat, a smug smile painted over his handsome face. His suggestive response caused a small commotion from his teammates, and the audience—hushed whispers, and shocked expressions were exchanged amongst journalists whereas his fellow teammates could only side eye, and nudge him.

God, Atsumu hoped you were watching the live broadcast, he could already imagine how your pretty face would look all flustered at his idiotic response—the thought made him chuckle.

And you were.

You were merely using it as white noise while testing out instrumental tracks, not really paying attention to any of the athlete’s answers until Atsumu’s dulcet voice spilled from the speakers of your phone. A small smile crept up your lips at his casual answer but that was until that idiotic response of his. All sorts of cardio? Ask my girlfriend? What the fuck was running through his mind? Your cheeks warmed at his bold reply but you also didn’t hesitate to shoot him a lengthy message about how foolish his words were.

Great. You could already see yours, and Atsumu’s name headlined in the entertainment news about how he uses sex as a form of cardio workout—as if your names plastered side by side haven’t been in the limelight enough.

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Timing Part Two

Azriel x Reader

Synopsis: You and Azriel try to navigate the awkward air the kiss you shared has left between you but the reintroduction of one of your former flames spurs action

Original Synopsis: Timing works against you and Azriel as a series of unfortunate events lands the two of you alone for the night with a broken down car and a breaking down friendship

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, silliness, miscommunication, punching and light smut, Eris being silly.

A/N: Part two of my first dance with a modern Az fic, hope you all like it! Also there are now 400 of you lovely friends!!! Hehe thank you so much for joining my lil nonsense of ACOTAR ramblings! Love you all long time! - C

Part One

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The car hummed along in its happy tune, finally glad to have gotten the maintenance it called out for for months, the rest of the truck was shrouded in silence. Even the 80’s blaring radio had its voice stolen. Azriel’s leg bounced on the sticky carpet from one end of the journey to the next as his fist white-knuckled the overhead handle, your driving putting the truck's tune-up to the test. Not even your close call with a deer had broken the steady run of awkward silence, leading you to your arrival at the camp. You drove down the winding road to your friends had picked their site where the deafening silence was broken for the first time since this morning- 

“YN…I think maybe we should talk about-” “-I don’t want to talk about it” You quickly nipped back to his soft tone.

“I think we should, I-” “-Oh there's Feyre!” You braked the truck so harshly that it cut across his words. The wheels had barely stopped before you leapt out and darted towards your best friend. 

“YN! You survived the driv-” “Yes, yes I’m a terrible driver, I need to talk to you” You caught her hand from outside her tent, pulling her away from the rest of your friends while she laughed. Azriel watched you from the passenger seat of the car before leaning over and turning off the engine you didn’t even give yourself time to switch off. 

“Az, you’re alive, Cass owes me money-” Rhysand beamed through the driver's side door, his face fading before continuing “-Hey? Are you okay?” 

“I have no idea” Azriel’s eyes locked forward on the stained caramel-brown dashboard.

“Tough trip up? No longer friends with one another?” he laughed to attempt to lighten the mood. “I have no idea” he tore his stare off the dashboard, looking over Rhysand’s shoulder to where you and Feyre had run off to in the distance.

“More than friends?” 

“I have no idea”

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Cassian and Rhysand watched from their deck chairs around the burnt-out fire pit as you and Azriel unloaded the back of the truck in complete silence, Feyre busy on the phone to Mor trying to help her with directions, the blind leading the blind Azriel had remarked to you, a small smile leaving you as you threw down your bags. Cassian watched the stacks of bags and supplies infiltrate their campsite, the disorganisation of it annoying his regimented brain. 

“What’s going on with them, they won’t even look directly at one another?” 

“Beats me Cass, I thought Az had decided to tell how he felt, now I think those plans have been abandoned” Rhysand whispered back, kicking a stray bit of tinder into the ashes of the firepit. A devilish smirk painted Cassian’s face, Rhysand’s eyebrow-raising as Cassian stood from his chair. Cassian waited until the two of you had circled back to the back of the truck to get the cooler, out of sightline of the stacks of bags. He whistled a tune as he ambled over, arms behind his back before he shot down to the pile, snatching the large bag of tent pegs and firing it to Rhysand who caught it and chucked it into his tent with fluidity. Cassian scurried back to his chair as the two of you carried the cooler, dropping it into the dust. 

“Are you guys planning on living here forever is it?” “Please Rhys, this is just Azriel’s hair care” you laughed, Azriel smiling at you before you both dropped the smile in the awkward air that hung around you. You hauled your bag to your chest, digging through to pull out the base sheet for your tent. Azriel threw his two friends cans of beer from the cooler before beginning to build his own tent. 

“Do you have the pegs YN?”

“No, they were in your bag?” You stood up from the skeleton of your tent, scanning the ground for the missing bag. 

“No you had them”

“No” the two of you squared up to one another on either side of the firepit. Cassian just tipped the top of his can off of Rhysands. 

“Fighting is still talking” Rhysand whispered, a small laugh leaving Cassian, causing the two of you to stare at him where he shrugged. 

“Hey, I have the pegs for my tent, don’t look at me, maybe you two can camp in the back of the truck again?” You scoffed in reply, tucking your arms across your chest to half stomp away from the canvas flooring. 

“Cass, what did you do?” Azriel half whispered to his brother, a devilish smirk painting his face. 

“Just having fun, have you and YN tried it?” Azriel scoffed, abandoning his tent for a can of beer. 

“I think she hates me right now” “Maybe remind her how much fun we can all have together?” Rhysand offered a new plan. 

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For the remainder of the day, you avoided Azriel like the plague, the rest of your friends who weren’t privy to previous events being left in confusion but decided on a whole to avoid bringing it up and risk being on the other end of your temper. You watched sitting from the small cliff of rocks above the sprawling lake as your friends soaked one another in the cooling spring waters, beaming at their uninhibited joy in one another's presence. You scanned the water, Azriel noticeably missing, jumping with the slight fright Cassian gave you as he ran past your side and off the rocks, diving into the clear water below, soaking you. 

“Asshole!” You shrieked with laughter.

“I knew I could make you wet YNN!” He teased back, your eyes nearly rolling from your head as you smiled down at him.  

“Come down and play with us Rapunzel” Rhysand called to you, threading the water effortlessly as your friends relaxed into their surroundings behind him, basking in the sinking sun.

“Rapunzel doesn’t want to get her hair wet!” You laughed back, standing to put your hands on hips to get a better look at your dear friend while he did handstands under the water. You weren’t sure if it was the feeling of the rocks gone from under you or the feeling of scarred hands meeting your waist that you felt first but the sudden whoosh of freezing spring water was definitely felt by every nerve in your body. 

“Azriel!” You squealed out as your head bobbed back to the top of the water, your frenemy howling laughter in the water alongside you and Cassian, who’d turned practically purple from laughing so hard. You splashed the water back towards him, your once furious face melting at the semblance of normalcy. 

The silty ground separated from your feet as you felt someone swim beneath your legs, pushing you up suddenly on strong tattooed shoulders as Rhysand gripped your thighs. Azriel fought off the feelings of conflict at the sight, deciding to make his own moves. Your arms shot out straight for balance as Feyre was quickly lifted onto Azriel’s shoulders across from you. The four of you coated the lake in bellowing laughter as you and Feyre tried to push you from the shoulders of your seat. 

“It's like wife swap” Cassian chuckled, your foot flicking to kick a wave his way accompanying Feyre throwing him a dirty look. 

“Shut up Cass” You stuck your tongue out to him and he quickly clipped the back of Rhysand’s bad knee with his foot beneath the water, sending you flying back to the water. 

“YNN! C’mon we’re gonna start cooking!” Mor called from the shoreline, her late arrival due to her forgetfulness in submitting assignments. You splashed Cassian again before swimming back to dry land, wringing out your hair as your feet met the rocks again, and Azriel’s eyes heated your back. Feyre was very quickly turning blue from the disappearing sun and so followed you, the promise of a fire to cook over also bringing warmth.

“Careful Az, you’re drooling” 

“Leave it” Another wave of water met Cassian’s face, his tone sharper than normal when defending himself from their teasing about you. 

“What happened to you guys?” 

“Nothing happened last night” Azriel moved to swim from his best friends.

“Why’d you specify last night Az?-” Cassian continued his teasing, swimming alongside him “-Tell us, you were like you’d seen a ghost when you arrived this morning and that’s the first time she’s looked at you all day” “Crushed by the crush Azzie?” Rhysand added to Cassian's request for information as the three reached for their towels. 

“She kinda- we kinda- I don’t know had this bizarre moment” “Most moments between you too are bizarre” Azriel whipped Cassian’s legs with the tail of his towel receiving a small yelp from the towering man. 

“Tell us about it” “Tell me where you two idiots hid the pegs for our tents-” he shot back, Cassian and Rhysand sharing a brief look “-I know you have them” “I want to speak to my lawyer”

“Well, Amren isn’t coming this weekend Cassy you’re on your own” Azriel laughed, throwing his bag over his still-damp shoulder. 

“Maybe you guys could figure it out at the party tonight? It's all about timing” Azriel shook his head at Rhysand’s words.

“I’ll ask Feyre what she knows” “She’s not gonna break confidence, the sisterhood of the travelling clowns” Cassian added.

“Does that make us the clowns?” the three looked amongst one another before saying no in unison with a laugh 

“Clowns have tents to live in” Azriel shoved Cassian playfully again before the three head back in the direction of the camp, laughter bouncing off the tall trees. 

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You had managed to keep distance between yourself and Azriel at dinner and soon the campsite had become a conclave of students escaping the stress of their life for a weekend of chaos. You had all gathered around the large fire in the centre of the camp, people flowing from all directions, music dancing across every branch of the night air-soaked trees. You laughed along to the story Cassian told his dear friends about when he had signed Rhysand up for a salsa dancing elective and he had to go to get the college credits.

“You laugh but I make use of that skill all the time” Rhysand chuckled, spinning Feyre around, her drink splashing out of the cup she held, hitting Mors shoes where she shrieked. 

“Ugh Feyre!” she laughed, Feyre apologising.

“Remember when YNN’s cousin got sick on your shoes Rhysand?” Cassian chuckled at the sight, drinking deeply from his can, a slight chill crossing over your shoulders. 

“Oh yeah right after she slept with Az at YNN’s birthday, you must have made her sick Az” The group howled with laughter, Azriel shuffling slightly to cover his discomfort.

“I blocked that drunk night out, world's greatest misunderstanding, that was such an accident” “What did you slip and fall?” Mor shot, the group giggling along. 

“No, nothing hap- I came looking for-for…actually never mind” the group booed, your attention searched for anywhere else to be interested, a tall red-head fulfilling the need. You drifted from the edge of the group as Mor began her favourite story about your cousin’s last wild visit.  The group fixated on Mor as Azriel watched you walk away, forcing a smile into his beer as though he was listening to the wild story. 

“Hello stranger” “YN!” Lucien placed his drink down on the makeshift table, swaddling you in a hug. 

“How are you?” You smiled into his chest before separating again.

“He’s fantastic but as usual I’m better” You turned towards the equally tall male, rolling your eyes at Eris. 

“I thought you fell off the face of the earth Eris” “Any day now” Lucien quipped, crossing his fingers together and wrinkling his eyes closed, his brother shoving him gently, gaining a laugh from you.

“Azriel, it looks like you’re trying to blow Eris’s head up with your mind” Cassian whispered to his brother, noticing his intense watch across the clearing. Azriel finished off his drink with one glug before opening another. 

You spent an hour or so with the brothers, enjoying the company you hadn’t been around in years, your families being old friends. The music grew in volume like the crowd, people dancing freely around the fire and tree border. Eris took your hand, twirling you around as you laughed, your silky slip dress almost shimmering in the moonlight.

“I remember at my 16th birthday, dancing all night with you” He laughed in your ear, the feeling of heat meeting the side of your face, radiating from Azriel’s eyes. The simmering remained on you for the remainder of the night, the sun beginning to attempt to stretch its limbs over the mountain. 

“Allow me to walk you back YNN” Eris outstretched a hand to you as you contemplated the consequences of taking it. 

“YNN, c’mon we’re walking back” Azriel’s irritation joined your side, his hatred for Eris wrapping around the conversation. 

“She’s all good smokey” Eris gestured with his head to Azriel’s tattoo-coated arms that promptly folded across his chest. 

“Eris” you warned lightly.

“Sorry babe, c’mon let’s go” His arm slipped around you more harshly than he had met in his alcohol-infused state. You stood away from his grasp with a half-laugh, a sound Azriel knew you used to cover rising panic.

“It’s okay Eris, I’m gonna walk back with my friends but it was really lovely seeing you again” You reached to hug him, Eris turning his head slightly so you met his lips in the lightest of brief kisses, Azriel jolting back partially before completely lunging forward as you pulled back from Eris. You screamed with utter shock as Azriel rolled along the floor with Eris, the sound drawing attention to the pair. Cassian quickly hauled Azriel from above Eris where Lucien pulled him from the dusty ground. 

“Calm down you idiots!” You put a hand on each of their shoulders where the two of them shrugged you off, death glaring between the space. 

“Stay out of this YN” Eris bit out, eyes of pure fire towards your friend, shaking his own brother's grip loose again. Cassian released Azriel cautiously. 

“Don’t speak to her like that” Azriel shoved Eris into the chest again, instigating another flare-up of heated emotions. You moved to stop another clash, timing ever in your favour coupled with the two raging men in front of you. You weren’t sure who threw the first punch, only that it met your eye instead of the target, your body sailing to the ground in a crouch. 

“Fucking hell!” You cursed, pressing your hand to your face to try to stop the radiating pain. The two leapt with fright, both going to help you back to your feet, apologies rushing out like the pain rushed to your face. 

“Don’t touch me! Either of you!” You shot back to your feet, stomping away from the group and brushing away any of your friend's advances in an attempt to help you. 

You stormed your way back to the camp, feet almost splitting the soil as you bounced along in rage. The truck door was nearly separated from the hinges as you ripped the passenger side open. You sat in the still slightly sticky environment, pulling open the glove box to dig around for the first aid kit. You cracked the instant ice pack before sitting back into the chair, eyes closing as you exhaled your full lung capacity, your door closing in the gentle wind. A light tap came to the driver's window, a groan escaped your throat as you rolled your head along the headrest to look at Azriel.

“We flipped a coin to decide who got to speak to you first, the others are gonna stay at the party for a bit longer, they don’t want to witness my murder-” He admitted, sliding alongside you “-I’m really sor-”

“-Don't" You whisper sharply, dropping the ice pack to your lap, your sightline following it.

“But I am sorry, I just got a bit blindsided”

“Please don’t make blind jokes right now” You let a breathy laugh leave you before rolling to look back at your greatest frenemy. 

“Sorry, again-” He returned the laugh “-It was just when you kissed him I just…I have no idea”

“It was just a kiss, an accident” You offered, unsure of why you felt so compelled to defend it. The quiet air returned to the cabin of the truck, almost as thick as it was when you had arrived this morning, Azriel’s bouncing his foot separating from the sticky carpet the only sound. You sighed again, outstretching your arm to land on his knee to stop the infuriating tapping, Azriel’s eyes landing on the motion. 

“Was-Was when you kissed me just an accident?”

“Oh Gods, why wasn’t I just knocked out?” You groaned jokingly, sinking further in the seat, replacing the cold pack on your eye. 

“YNN”

“Az” you teased back, looking towards him again, your hand unmoving from his leg as he leaned across the space between you. His hand pulled the ice pack down from your eye, the light freckles of bruising beginning to form as he cautiously pressed his lips to yours. Unlike your first kiss, neither of you pulled away, only pushing in further, his hand releasing the ice back to meet either side of your face, both turning further into what was left of the little space between you. You tilted your head as his hand traced up your jaw, into your hair, his wrist bumping gently into your bruising eye separating the two of you as you winced. 

“I’m sorry about that, I have bad aim after I drink” he admitted in a whisper, your hand hovering over the mark.

“You, you’re the one who hit me!?” You found yourself laughing loudly at the absurdity as Azriel gave a guilty smile. 

“Oh fuck that, I’m going back to Eris” You smirked, faking an exit from the car as he caught your forearm, pulling you back to him grinning. 

“I’ll kiss you better” The hair on the back of your neck stood up at the sultry whisper.

“How drunk are you?” You managed between tender kisses, no longer capable of dismissing how the action made you feel. 

“Sober enough to know I want this, drunk enough to silence the anxiety trying to deny me this” You nodded in agreement, swinging a leg over to the lie flush with the driver's door to straddle your best frenemy. Azriel’s hands traced their way around your waist to steady you as yours wrapped around his throat delicately, your thumbs tipping his jaw back deepening what you had denied one another. Your mouth parted slightly causing him to eagerly take the invitation, his tongue conducting teasing strokes that you happily match. Your hands slid to clutch the material of his shirt, afraid to let go of him and the movement as the glass of the truck began to fog. You cautiously pulled back from him, slipping your arms from the straps of your dress for it to fall to your hips. Azriel’s eyes had a laser focus on yours, his hands tracing over your now bare sides, their warmth burning the chill in your skin with an addictive nature. 

“Have I ever said how much I love this truck?” You tilted back as you laughed at his words, his arms supporting your lower back as he began to nip down your chest. 

“Haven’t you had enough marking me?” You pointed playfully to your eye, Azriel reaching to kiss your purpling cheekbone softly. 

“I’ll forgive you for destroying the inside of this truck if you forgive me for that” “You’re the one who opened the coke!” you hit him playfully into his chest. “And you’re the one who made it a pressurised weapon with your driving!” “Shut up” You chuckled, his hand tracing up your spine to the nape of your neck.

“Gladly” he grinned into the smile he pulled you down into an electric kiss, chills tracing both of you until a sudden beating of the driver side window had you leaping back, your head sailing into the roof of the truck. Your arms slipped back into the straps of your dress, before sliding back to Azriels side in the truck. He cautiously opened the door to find Cassian staring in at him, for the second time that night Azriel contemplated murder. 

“Rhysand and I would just like to know which of us is winning money in our bet?” “And what do we get?” you laughed, replacing the ice pack to your face

“Emmm your tent pegs?” 

“Keep them” you both said in unison, Azriel closing the car door again before meeting you sweetly, all in perfect timing.

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☆ here i blur into you - you've been stranded on an unknown island with your nemesis for weeks now, the air getting filled with unpalatable tension as you try to find a way to get away from him. one afternoon, the tension breaks as he offers his knowledge to help you train. ☆ programmed for pleasure - Your best friend Qimir always had your back, and that didn't change when the Jedi accused you of treachery. Without hesitation, Qimir helps you hide. After days of close quarters and constant danger, things get heated (5k+ wordcount)

smutty

☆ self destructive tendencies - A week has passed since the battle on Khofar and the startling reveal of your former friend. Qimir, the man behind the mask and the murderer of your comrades, took you to a remote island, far away from the Republic's surveillance, after you sustained severe injuries. You've been keeping your distance from him, trying to ignore your hidden feelings. Yet, when his thoughts merge with yours, the vow you made to yourself becomes almost impossible to keep.

comfort

☆ erotic melancholia - healing your wounds and sore muscles took longer than expected, so qimir decided to offer you his bathtub in the middle of his cave. along with some side offerings.

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˙ᵕ˙ᰔᩚ scribbles/thoughts

☆ qimir thoughts

☆ qimir nswf hc

☆ cave fucking

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˙ᵕ˙ᰔᩚ OSHMIR

☆ the intimacy of being understood

[tinydefector]

TINY-DEFECTOR WORK MASTERLIST

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REQUEST & ASK OPEN

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1. I WRITE M/M GENDER NEUTRAL READERS OR CANON CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE TRANS MALE.

I am not a Fem writer

2. have the right to not do request if I don't want to.

3. I get a large number of requests, and sometimes they get lost in my inbox.

4. Every three months I will do an inbox clear out. And will save what I'm working on into my drafts.

5. I write as a hobby to keep myself busy.

it's been a long while since i've written on tumblr. I lost my last account, but I'm hoping to get back into writing fics or oneshots again. Mainly going to be Writing Transformers.

What I write for:

Transformers - Bumblebee

Transformers- ROTB

Transformers Prime

Transformers Gen 1

Transformers Mtmte, IDW

Transformers Skybound

Transformers Earthspark

Character list and links below ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Requests & ask Rules:

I don't tend to close my request unless I get over 30+ of them.

- 1 character per request if you want a longish one shot fic.

- you can make requests for multiples with scenarios but but I tend to keep them short with a few headcannons added in.

- Specify if you want a continuation of a previous fic.

- I will do both human and Cybertronian and occasionally Experimental monster readers.

-if requesting Cybertronian for smut, they have both a valve and spike as I write all Cybertronians with both parts, all cybertronian characters I write have both parts. (I will accept request with the fem bots, I just don't write Fem readers)

- your more than welcome to ask for NSFW, SFW, Angst, fluff and all sorts. I'm pretty chill. All Smut and NSFW content is marked with #valveplug

I write: gender neutral, or Male characters, (I'm not good nor do I like writing fem character, I'm a guy, if I do get fem readers I'm going to write them as gender neutral)

I will do:

- Scenarios

- Yandere and possessive.

- family content

-disabilities (human only)

- Fluff/Angst

- fearplay, mouthplay

-Vore: soft vore/ light vore (may experiment, but very light)

- NSFW, kink:

and Dub-con/ consensual Non-con

size kink 

skin fetish 

hair pulling 

Scent/ smell/ pheromones

Sex pollen/perfume.

silk and ribbon play

cum inflation 

breeding

pet play

Predator/prey

(On occasions will write Alpha/Omega/Beta, I write it rather differently to the classic AOB. But I will only write it on very rare occasions)

vore

fluid play and consumption (paint, energon, oil, cum, spit, lubricant,)

spiking warming

Heart and spark syncing 

new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

(Just ask pretty much)

-Pregnancy

- death request are alright just keep it civil I won't go into details on the deaths.

- The AUs:

First Contact PotatooftheLand

Tasty AU of @callsign-relic

Energy fluid AU - (my silly energy drink transfluid ones)

Human effects series - (either characters for the main storyline or smut request spin off's just be specified)

Sparkeater AU

Human pet

Merformers

Wings of Primus AU

Domestic Cybertron AU

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-Incest

-Pedophilia

- Self harm

-Minors (exceptions if they are children of the Bots and reader but only exception)

- Don't get angry if I'm not willing to write fem characters, I'm a guy, and I tend to stick with trans content, M/M, or gender neutral, but I'm leanent but respect my boundaries.

Slightly iffy:

- death of parents (I recently lost my mother in an accident so please be aware I that things one's sometimes I won't do due to my own feelings on these fics, while other time I may because it gives me comfort)

I enjoy making silly little one shots or even just sweet little things. I will eventually do up a master list for links once I make more stuff. (Pretty much anything you can think of up that alley I'm more than happy to do)

If you want a request of one who's not on the list, please submit it. These are just all the ones I can remember off the top of my head, people enjoy.

Ps I love writing silly little things too outside of the fics and even enjoy making art to go along with them when I feel up to drawing.

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Food feed to me

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Transfluid headcannon

human and Cybertronian biology works

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Beachcomber

Blaster

Brainstorm

Breakdown

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cyclonus

Drift

First aid

Ironhide

Jazz

Knockout

Megatron

Mirage

Optimus Prime

Perceptor

Pharma

Prowl

Ratchet

Rodimus

Rung

Starscream

Skyfire

Skywarp

Skids

Swerve

Soundwave

Shockwave

Swindle

Tailgate

Tarn

Tarantulas

Thundercracker

Ultra Magnus

Whirl

[minispidey]

02: Barbie's Dreamhouse.

Joel Miller x f!bimbo!reader. previous. series masterlist. next.

02. Strawberry Lemonade.

warnings: reader stares at joel a lot and finds him hot as hell, reader is dramatic as hell (might be annoying to some), explicit thoughts, suggestive, sarah is alive and 12 years old here, reader thinks she's a homewrecker, not beta read.

summary: you just can't help but gawk at your hot contractor who's working for free, thank god the view is free too. but a revelation makes you question if you're lusting for a married man.

reader's outfit is the blue one of the dolls from the barbie movie (this one under)

You had settled on the couch on the second-floor balcony with a glass and pitcher of cold lemonade and a few snacks, while Joel was up on the roof, using a ladder to climb up to the edges.

There was no mistaking his experience— he made little noise at all, moving around the structure as if it were just another Tuesday. Despite his hardass appearance, he was a very skilled worker.

He eventually climbed down from the roof and headed inside, taking a second to catch his breath before spotting you upstairs.

He was immediately thrown off by the adorable dress— especially the heart detail. But he knew it was rude to stare, so he did his best to keep his eyes on yours.

"That… was actually a lot quicker than I thought it would be," Joel said, clearly pleased. "I should have the rest of the replacement shingles put on in no time at all…"

"Are they pink?" you giggled.

"They're white but I painted over the roof last time, I'll just paint over em' some other day."

"I got some snacks for us. I tested the fridge and it was working too." you poured him a glass of lemonade. "Here, cool off."

Joel took the drink. The cool liquid was very much appreciated after all of that hard work. He took a few swigs from his glass before he looked you over again.

"Thank you…" He nodded, clearly still unable to tear his eyes away from your dress. "Where'd you stay last night?"

"I found a nearby bed and breakfast beside a gasoline station. At least they didn't question why I was all dirty when I checked in." you giggled. "So, what's next?"

"Hmm… the plumbin'. I’m assuming it hasn’t been fixed." Joel's brow furrowed slightly. “The main shutoff doesn’t work very well, so if there’s a leak, you won’t be able to do anything about it. That’s pretty much a priority.”

"Oh, right. Um... so what do we do?"

"Well, we’ve got to find the shutoff for now," Joel said as he set his drink down. It was clear he hadn’t done much plumbing in his life, but from the times he had worked on it, it was also clear he was quite skillful when it came to repairs.

"Follow me. The main one should be in the basement, from what I remember."

"Alright! Lead the way."

You follow Joel as he headed down the stairs into the basement— it was pretty cluttered down there, with lots of old junk strewn around. As he made his way across the room to the back wall, he grabbed an old flashlight and turned it on.

"Hopefully, the shutoff valve ain't coated in any rust," he muttered. "But if it is, might be tougher than expected…"

Sure enough, he found the right valve, but it was covered in that awful orange rust and was completely stuck. He frowned as he studied it.

"Oh… that ain't good. This could be a problem…"

"Oh no... what do we do?"

He looked at you and shrugged.

"We could apply some WD-40 to it and hope that loosens it up. But that’s a long shot. In all honesty, I think we’re gon' need to hire a professional plumber to come in and see what can be done about this."

"Well, uh..." you trailed off. Joel watched as you fidgeted with your fingers as your body grew stiff.

Joel could tell that you were trying your best not to worry, but he really couldn’t come up with any alternative. As much as he hated to ask, he really didn’t think there was another way around it.

"I'll cover it. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Joel." you put your hands behind your back and smiled cheekily at him.

In the course of the next few weeks, Joel hired workers from an electrician to install the chandelier and fix the wiring, to plumbers to fix the plumbing issue. With his own money, nonetheless.

"Thank you, seriously, Joel..." You stared up at the pink jewels dangling off the chandelier in awe.

Joel chuckled softly and was about to respond, but he paused, realizing just how many times he’s heard those same words in just a few weeks.

"You don't have to thank me so much, you know. This was nothing"

"I mean, giving thanks is always a basic human thing." you smiled and placed both of your hands on your hips. "Appreciation can do amazing things."

There was another pause. He shrugged and smirked. "I mean… are you always this appreciative?" he asked, trying to hide his smile.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"I dunno, I've just never known anyone who can be this appreciative, you know? It’s definitely not something I'm used to hearing…"

There was another pause as he was contemplating what to say.

"It’s just that… you're never gonna make me feel bad for it or anything, right?"

Your shoulders dropped and you tilted your head to the side. "Why would I?"

He sighed.

"I dunno. It's just that most people I know like to take advantage of or make me feel bad for what I do for them. You know, like always makin' me feel like I should do more just because I'm helpin' in the first place. But you don't ever act like that, and… well, I dunno. I guess I haven't been used to it."

"Why would they do such a thing?" you looked offended, furrowing your brows.

"I've always just been surrounded by assholes. I guess it's what's really normal for me. But with you… I mean, the difference is staggerin', isn't it? I guess I'm just now realizin' just how shitty most people that I've known actually are."

You smiled and walked towards him. "And how many people did you offer to fix their house for free?"

He laughed as he thought about it.

"Never before have I offered something like that. Usually, it's more like helpin' 'em fix their car or somethin' like that. So honestly, this is new territory for both of us. Though, even then, you're still much more appreciative than just about anyone I’ve ever come across."

"But I do promise," you held out your pinky finger with a wide smile. "I will pay you back soon."

For some reason, the pinky finger was funny to him. Maybe it was just that you were so genuinely innocent in your promise, or the contrast between how serious of a situation this could potentially be and you being so playful. He took your pinky finger and wrapped his own around yours. He looked you over.

"Do you swear? Because if you don't, there's about to be hell to pay. I take pinky promises quite seriously."

"That's so fun! I always keep my promises."

"I know you will. So this right here is a sign of a promise. And I trust that you will be able to keep that promise, so I don't need you to repay me right away."

"I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die."

He laughed and nodded, his smile growing as he squeezed slightly harder around your pinky. "Okay then. Just remember, you break this pinky promise, and I won't hesitate to let you know just how disappointed I am."

You let out a giggle after letting go of his pinky "Ooooh, I'm so scared."

He laughed as well.

"I think you should be! I'm not usually one to joke around when it comes to stuff like this." he chuckled again. "But just so you know, even though I'd be pretty angry, I really wouldn't have it in me to stay mad at you. You know that by now, right?"

"Why?" you batted your eyelashes at him "Is it because I'm preeeeetty?"

He was trying really hard to suppress his smile and hold back from laughing.

"It is indeed because I think you are pretty…. But I can't deny the fact that you've also become really good at pushin' out my buttons. Even if I really should be furious 'bout all the money I spent on this house, you make it tough not to just smile back at 'cha and forgive ya."

"I know, I'm sorryyyy..." you clasped your hands together and dramatically knelt down in front of him.

He chuckled. "Well, I really mean it. Your personality is one of the most refreshin' personalities I've ever come across in a long time. And I never would have even met you if it weren't for this house and Mags. That has to count for somethin', right?"

"Sentimental value?"

"Yeah, exactly. It's like the universe knew I needed someone like you in my life. Who knew a house could actually lead to a meaningful relationship… I definitely didn't see that comin'."

"The world works in mysterious ways." you shrugged. "Keep up, old man."

Joel laughed louder. There was something about you calling him an old man that he loved, even though he should be offended.

"Watch it, before you start makin' this old man feel his age. My body is just now startin' to fall apart on me, don't give it a reason to start fallin' apart faster than it already is!"

The both of you laughed. You got up from the floor and fixed your dress "So, is there anything else the house needs?"

Joel thought for a moment, finally coming to the realization that the house was probably good for now. It'd definitely need some more work on the interior in time, but at the least, it was liveable.

"Honestly? No, I don't believe there is. I think this house is good for now. I'll keep doin' my check-ins every few weeks or so to make sure that everythin' is alright with the house, but besides that, there's really nothin' more we need to do here."

"So..." you fiddled with your fingers. "What do we do now?"

Joel shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess we just have ourselves a nice, long moment of standin' here and being proud of the fact that we've both survived the experience of trying to renovate this damn house. It’s a miracle either of us has our sanity still intact."

He laughed as he leaned up against the wall of the dining room.

"You know, you've spent a lot of time here. I've never even seen the inside of your house." you giggled.

"You know you're not wrong, I was here almost every day for weeks on end." his eyes trailed off as he thought and sighed. "I guess I should invite you over sometime then, right? It's not nearly as interesting as this house, but I'm sure you'd love it."

"My house is pink. Big deal." you rolled your eyes and walked towards him, leaning against the kitchen wall "You know every nook and cranny of my house, of course, I deserve to know yours."

"It's only fair."

"Indeed."

You kept staring at Joel. He had some beads of sweat falling from his scalp to his face, and god did he look hotter than hell. You felt like a Victorian lady seeing an ankle.

"Are you single-" your question got muffled by the sound of the doorbell, and turn your head towards the door "Coming!" you said.

You walked towards the door and swung it open, greeted by a young girl. "Hi, is my dad here?"

Your brows furrowed. "Dad?" who could possibly-

"Sarah," Joel said from behind you. Your head immediately snapped towards him and your eyes widened like a deer in headlights. "Have you met my daughter?" he asked you.

You blinked twice. "I-I don't think I have."

You really had no idea he even was a father... or even considered, married.

Sarah looked around the room in awe, her eyes trailing all across the furniture and her expression changing several times as she looked.

"Did you fix this house all by yourself?" she asked Joel, her eyes wide.

Joel cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. I rebuilt this whole house pretty much myself— minus the plumbin' and electrician work, which I had hired some guys for. We still have to go through planning on each room, but it's almost done." he pointed towards you. "She's still thinkin' about what to do with all these rooms."

Sarah's facial expression changed to a small smile as she giggled. She turned her head towards you. "Daddy tells me a lot about you. He says you're so nice. The nicest lady he's ever met. Was it all true?”

You were still in a shocked state but you shook your head a bit and gave her a smile. "Why don't you be the judge of that?"

"You're really pretty..." Sarah stared in awe at you.

"Hey, didn't you say you gotta pick up your Girl Scout cookies today?" Joel looked at his wristwatch. "We gotta hurry if you wanna start sellin' 'em tomorrow."

"Oh, right!"

Joel and Sarah waved goodbye to you as they walked out of your house, and you stood there on your porch questioning everything.

"He's... married?" you closed the front door and walked up the stairs, slowly and dramatically. You tried to think of the signs that he was married. Ring? You didn't even notice! Well, not counting the times you stared at his large fingers and imagined them inside of you...

"Oh, god..." the realization hit you. You entered the main bedroom and you fell to your knees. "I'm a homewrecker!" you cried out.

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[no-name-publishing]

Interim (and company) by starkraving

After what has literally been a year and a month, I can call this project finished. The highs and lows of American football. You understand. Very grateful to the author for having written it and letting me bind them a copy! More photos and process pics under the cut.

The bookcloth material is faux suede, and the title decoration is cut from a glossy transparent HTV. The effect is completely swoon worthy, and exactly as I'd imagined it. That said I had a difficult time conceptualizing a design for the case at all; my only working idea was the endband, ribbon bookmark, and head and tail decoration. For 6 months everything I was coming up with for the cover was clashing very hard against these elements. So instead I took steps backwards, and thought how I could make something simple still visually interesting. I decided the difference in physical texture and appearance between the faux suede cloth and a glossy transparent HTV could be just what I was looking for, and I think it worked incredibly well.

The endband is done with adapted renaissance endbands in opposing directions, with a simple wrap of red thread in the center. I don't think peek-a-boo is the right phrase but nonetheless. The head and tail are painted with spray paint, in a gradient pattern that fades as it nears the foredge. The light blue accent lines are also spray paint, applied with a stencil I drew and made myself.

Typesetting shots. I use Word to typeset, and everything is designed and arranged within the program. Body font is Cochineal, the decorative title font is Caesar, as well as Sheikah and Hylian script.

The tiny books are simple, using elements from the main bind to tie them together. These are the spin-off short stories starkraving recently released as part of the Interim series. A testament to exactly how long this bind took me to complete, otherwise I would have included these in the main book. Oh well, it means I got to make tiny books.

Little video showing off the pieces. Particularly proud of the title page.

Process shots starting at my early test run of the my endband idea, to spraying the head and tail. Sewing the primary endband, and the completed bands on both books.

Very pleased altogether with how this came out. Also pleased to have it out of my WIP pile where I can take it off the shelf and fondle it whenever I want.

[imtryingbuck]

The Locket

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 1,755

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff. mentions of death. mentions of cheating (George and some woman) killing of men but it’s okay they deserve it.

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

A week had passed since Bucky had taken the life of the three scumbags who shot Theo, Dot and Eliza being killed. It had been a busy week.

Michael’s daughters and son had shown up to Bucky’s and Theo’s house demanding that they put them up - said that they had nowhere else to live now, as if they didn’t have mansions of their own - they got mad at hearing that Bucky and Theo had been given all of Michael’s businesses and they started demanding Bucky to hand it over to Brandon. Bucky just sat there looking at them with a bored expression on his face, Theo tried making herself smaller the second they stormed into their home. They accused Matt of being a traitor by standing by the man who killed their mom but he just shrugged his shoulders. The second they started verbally assaulting Theo, Bucky and the rest of them pulled their guns out on them and told them that they best leave.

The next day Winnie rang Bucky and told him that she was finally leaving George, that she couldn’t do it anymore - being married to him and being humiliated by him anymore. Bucky went and picked her up from their family home and brought her back to his, when Winnie laid eyes on Theo she gave her a massive hug.

“You are just like your mom, you know? She was so beautiful, so sweet and kind.” Winnie says as she twirls a strand of Theo’s hair in her finger.

“Y-you knew my mom?”

“Knew her? Darling girl she was my best friend. Come and I’ll tell you all about her.” Taking her hand in hers she leads them into the living room, Bucky trailing in behind them.

“We met when we were seven, her and her parents had just moved to town and of course I wanted to be friends with the new girl, I instantly made her my best friend.” Winnie chuckles at the memory. “She was so beautiful, she had a laugh that was so infectious, she made all the men fall for her just by giving them a smile. She was talented too, drawing and painting, your mom wanted to be an artist! She also told me ‘Winn, when I become the most famous artist in the world I want you to be by my side, we’ll be rich together!’” Winnie chuckles.

“Did-did she? Ever become a famous artist I mean?”

“Sadly no, her parents, your grandparents may God rest their souls were horrible people, they didn’t believe in her and… well she gave up trying to pursue a career in the art world. She was a waitress and sometimes she would sell her artwork, one guy paid eight thousand for one!”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know, neither did your mom but he gave her a check for the amount.” Wrapping her hands around Theo’s. “Your mom gave the money to charity, she said she didn’t need it and those people did. She was always like that, giving money to those in need.”

Theo smiled sadly at hearing all about the woman who she didn’t remember, hearing that she was the best artist in world - Winnie’s words not hers - brought her mind to her own artwork, her eyes went to one of her pieces that Bucky had hung on the wall. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course my dear.”

“The night of the dinner, Eliza said that you hated her because of Matt, why?”

“Ah that. I found out that George was having an affair with her, then a few months later she announced she was pregnant, she tried to pass it off as Michael’s baby but we all knew the truth. George was so convinced he was the dad but when Matt was born it was very clear that he wasn’t, a DNA test was done and it showed that Matt was neither George’s or Michael’s. Eliza had it in her head that I hated her, I didn’t and still don’t, she was just one of the many women he had.”

“Did you know that Jessica was sleeping with Michael?” Bucky asked his mom.

“Not at first, I knew she had a boyfriend but she never told me who it was that was until she found out she was pregnant.“

“Did she love him?” Theo then asked.

“She did but so did he, I saw it in his eyes whenever he would look at her.” Winnie’s hand went back to Theo’s hair, pushing a strand behind her ear. “But your mom loved you more than anything including Michael. She’d be so proud of you, and I know she’d want to be here right now.”

Several hours after that conversation there was a knock at the door, it was the police. They informed Winnie that her husband had been shot and killed, according to the police George was cheating with a married woman and the husband walked in, and shot George. Winnie wanted to laugh - the same as Bucky but they both had to act shocked.

Three days later they were burying him. Winnie wanted it done fast.

So there they were standing by the grave watching as the coffin was lowered into the ground. No one cried. No one wanted to speak. No flowers were put down. They all just gave a single nod to the grave and walked off.

It was truly sad, sad that no one even cared that he was no longer alive.

“Wanda where’s Theo?” Bucky asked as he came back from dropping his mom off at the airport, she was going to visit her sister.

“In studio.“

“Cheers.”

Walking up the stairs Bucky ran into their room and grabbed two things before making his way to her art room. Knocking on the door he opened it, his lips instantly curled up in a huge smile, Theo stood there in denim dungarees that were covered in dried paint - somehow she even had a splotch of blue paint on her back. Her hair was up in a messy bun a few strands covering her face as the brush glided across the canvas.

“Hi pretty girl.”

“Hi Bucky.”

“What are you painting today?” He moves to stand behind her his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her closer to him.

“Outside, it’s not finished yet and I messed up on the tree look.”

“It already looks amazing, I’m thinking we hang this in the hallway? And you have messed up the tree.” He grins when her head rests against his as he rests his head on her shoulder.

“We don’t have to do that.”

“I know but I love seeing them around the house.”

“They aren’t even good Bucky.”

“Hey! Don’t say that, baby they’re amazing.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“What do you want anyway?”

“Who said I want anything? Can’t I just come and see my beautiful girl?”

“Nope.”

“Cheeky. But I do have something to say to you though.” He spins her around in his arms and presses a kiss to her lips. “The list is completed.”

Theo frowns and shakes her head. Not because she didn’t understand what he meant but because she didn’t agree with it. The list that Dot had given to him containing all the names of the people who had hurt her, Bucky and his men was finding them and killing them. That included the husbands of Michael’s daughters. Bucky had finally got the last one.

“I told you to leave it Buck.”

“And I told you, no.” He smiled at her. “They had it coming baby.”

“They were-“

“Bad people Theo, horrible people. They deserved everything that happened to them.”

She knew herself that they had it coming but that didn’t mean she agreed to it. She was safe now and she knew that Bucky would never hurt her or let his men hurt her either. “I know.”

“You’re not mad at me are you?”

“No.” She chuckled. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Good.” Bucky winks before he kisses her. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep, close your eyes pretty girl.” She does as he says and he can’t stop himself for giving her a quick kiss. “Open.”

A soft gasp falls from her lips at seeing the necklace dangling from his fingers. “That’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours. Open it up.”

“Mine?” But doing as he says Theo opens up the locket a smile coming to her lips seeing a picture of her mom.

“That’s you.” He points to the baby in the locket.

“Me? How? I was never allowed in the family photos.”

“I guess your mom took it? Michael gave it me when he gave me the photo, I know that I should have given it you that day but I wanted to do something, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“For keeping it from you.”

“I have it now.”

“Do you want me to put it on for you?” Theo nods and turns around, a huge smile on her face as the cold chain touches her neck. “There. Beautiful.”

“Thank you Bucky, for everything.” She mouths the words of the locket, a small smile on her lips.

“Theo I love you, you know that don’t you?”

“I do, and I love you too.”

“I-I want to do things right.” He pulls out a small box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee. “I know we’re already married but Theodora, I love you more than anything in this world, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

A soft giggle falls from her lips as she nods. “Yes I’ll marry you Bucky.”

Bucky slid the ring onto her finger and jumps up to kiss her. He tried to convey all his feelings into a single yet passionate kiss. He really wanted her to know how much he was in love with her because he was, he was so madly in love with her sometimes it scared him.

A little celebration was held at the mansion for the married couple that were now engaged, Bucky couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. Theo kept fiddling with the ring and the necklace.

Later that night Bucky carried Theo into their room, throwing her onto the bed making her giggle as she bounced a few times, he was quick to undress the both of them and take her apart in best way.

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[throneofsapphics]

short series

haunt me like the wind that blows ↳ part two* ↳ part three*

one shots

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afterglow

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol and drinking. Military inaccuracies. Allusions to and eventual smut. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Unrequited love. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: In My Head

The week passed in a blur of jets and clouds and sunshine. By Thursday, you were finally able to choke down the feelings you had for Jake, just in time for him to wreck them on Friday.

As the squadron sat in the briefing room Thursday evening, Cyclone came in, whispered something to Maverick, and then left.

"Well, folks, it looks like we need someone to make a late afternoon flight before they head home to test out some new software. Any takers?" Maverick asked.

There was a collective groan before Jake's hang shot up. "Glow and I can." He volunteered the two of you with a smile. He knew that you loved flying in the afternoon as the sun was starting to set. You always had.

"Are you okay with that, Glow?" Maverick asked you. "Yes, sir," you responded. Maverick sent everyone else home for the day. He met the two of you out on the tarmac to prep you for what you would be doing.

"Also, Admiral Simpson said whoever stayed late today could have tomorrow off. So, it looks like you two get a three day weekend." Maverick smiled at the pair of you. You and Jake exchanged a high- five before he helped you up and got himself situated.

The evening sky was absolutely beautiful as the two of you flew. The sun painted it in shades of pinks and oranges, and purples. The hues danced off the water and floated around the jet. You couldn't help but smile as Jake piloted back towards base.

"I can see why this is your favorite time to be up here." He said to you. "It's gorgeous."

"It is. There is just something about the afterglow that always gets me." You told him. And you meant it. In more ways than one.

After landing, showering, and changing, you ducked out of the locker room to find Jake leaning against the wall waiting on you. "Oh!" You exclaimed when you saw him. "I thought you would have already left by now."

"I was waiting on you, silly." He smiled before falling in step beside you. He lazily tossed an arm over your shoulders as you walked. His hair was still slightly damp, and you could smell his cologne. The scent of oak, whiskey, and tobacco filled your olfactory receptors. It was mixed with a hint of sunshine and salt water. A combination that was so perfect, so unique, so—Jake.

"So I was thinking." Jake began. "That's terrifying." You snorted. He lightly shoved you before pulling you back to him. "But seriously. I don't have any pressing issues I need to take care of tomorrow, and I assume you don't. So, I was thinking, what if we spent the day together?" Jake asked you as you reached your cars in the parking lot.

"And do what?" You asked him. "'We could get breakfast at that diner you love, and we could take the tops off of your jeep and cruise for a bit to our favorite ice cream place, hit the beach, get dinner, oh and Phoenix told me about the movie she and Lukas saw over the weekend. I thought we would check it out and maybe skip the Hard Deck because I, for one, don't want to hear Rooster bitching about how we got the day off." Jake smiled. He had the whole thing planned out.

"So? What do you think?" He asked you with a smile.

You knew this was a bad idea. If you were up in the jet, you'd have warning lights going off everywhere, and you'd be ejecting. "Sounds like a plan. What time do I need to pick you up if we are taking my car?" You asked him.

"Now, Glowy, you no good and well that I'm not going to let you pick me up." I'll be at your house at 9:30 sharp." He stated. You rolled your eyes and agreed. Jake pulled you into a tight hug before climbing into his Silverado and leaving.

....................

You set your alarm for 6:30 the next morning. Even though he said he would be there around 9:30, Jake Seresin was notoriously early for everything.

You got up and took a shower before drying and styling your hair. You took your time dawning some simple makeup for the day. After your finished with your hair and your face, you packed a bag for the day.

You grabbed towels, sunscreen, a change of clothes, some snacks and a few other odds and ends that you thought you might need.

Jake had mentioned the beach, so you slipped a simple purple two-piece on before deciding on a tea-length, bright pink floral sundress. You slipped on a pair of sandals and spritzed your favorite perfume on your wrists and neck.

You were giddy as you were getting ready. You had to keep reminding yourself that this wasn't a date. Just two friends enjoying an unexpected day off.

At nine on the dot, there was a knock at your door. "Good morning, Jake." You greeted him as you opened it. "Morning Y/N. I brought coffee and these." Jake smiled as he walked in. He handed you your favorite iced carmel latte and a bundle of fresh daisies. "They're your favorite, right?" He nodded to the flowers.

"Yeah, um—why did you get me these?" You ask him a little confused.

"My mother told me you never go to a lady's house without flowers." Jake stated matter of factly. "Plus, the farmers market is right near the coffee shop, and I saw these and thought of you." He smiled.

You quickly turned away from him to find a vase. You wouldn't let him see the pink rise in your cheeks.

After securing the flowers, he promptly stole the keys from their hook in your hallway and pulled the tops off of your jeep. He secured them in your garage. The weather was supposed to be bright and sunny all day, so you didn't bother storing them in the trunk.

You tried to argue with him that you should be the one driving, but he simply shook his head stating thst he was the pilot and you would forever be his back seater, or in this case, passenger princess.

..................

The weather was spectacular as the two of you drove to your favorite diner. You laughed and joked as the two of you feasted on bacon, eggs, potatoes, and French toast.

"I'm so glad that I got orders to come here. Lemoore sucked without you. The pilot they assigned to me after you got recalled was even more of a dick than you." You told Jake as you speared a potato square.

"Really? I doubt that." He chuckled. "And it is great that you got moved here." He smiled. Jake prayed you didn't catch the guilt behind his eyes.

It was no accident that you ended up in San Diego with him.

When pilots were being recalled for the uranium plant mission, the rule was that no pairs of pilots and their weapons systems officers could be called together. They didn't want to leave the original squadrons hanging for too long. That's why Jake flew a singe seater. He refused to have anyone in his back seat besides you.

It killed him to leave you. So, after getting word that he would be permanently stationed at Top Gun, he begged asked Cyclone and Warlock if they could transfer you, and he could get back in a two-seater.

Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates reluctantly agreed, but it worked out for the better. Jake was much more tolerable with you around.

After you finished breakfast, Jake swiped the bill before you could set your card down, claiming once again that his mother would have his head if he let a lady pay. You had to take a deep breath and remind yourself that this wasn't a date.

You silenced the warning bells once again before getting into your car.

The two of you drove along the coast, stopping at a few shops and sent selfies to the rest of your friends who were stuck at work.

You had ice cream on the boardwalk for lunch. The two of you sat side by side and watched the waves roll in. Jake had asked you something, and when you turned to answer, he noticed you at the smallest smear of mint chip on your face. He leaned in with his thumb to brush it away, but he lingered before pulling back. His eyes darted to your lips, and he leaned forward ever so slightly.

The caution lights flashed before your eyes. No, he wasn't about to kiss you. Not here. Not out in the open like this. Your brain was screaming at you to eject.

You pulled away from him and cleared your throat. He pulled back and coughed before licking the melted ice cream from his thumb.

"So, beach?" You asked him after a beat of silence.

"Yeah, beach" He nodded.

The two of you tossed your cones before going back to your car and grabbing the beach bag you'd packed. You slipped off your sundress, and Jake's breath caught in his throat when he saw you in your purple swimsuit. His was barely able to keep his tough guy charade up as he helped you apply sunscreen.

The two of you froliced through the waves, splashing and laughing until the sun began to sink. After a quick use of the beach showers and a pit stop in the changing room, both of you were relatively sand free as you sat back in your car. You'd pulled your hair into a high ponytail and were humming along to the music as Jake drove the two of you towards the movie theater.

After getting more popcorn and candy than necessary, and two icees that would give you the worst brain freeze ever, the two of you found yourselves in the last row of an almost empty theater.

Jake had moved the armrest separating your seats out of the way, claiming it was easier to share snacks that way. But you didn't miss the way his bare knee bumped against yours through the slit of your sundress.

..................

At the Hard Deck, the rest of the Daggers finally concluded that the two of you probably weren't showing up tonight.

"It's not fair," Fanboy groaned as he leaned over the pool table.

"I mean, they did volunteer to take a later test flight yesterday, so it is kind of fair." Bob shrugged.

"Bob is right. We all had the same opportunity." Payback stated.

"So what do you think they are doing that is better than hanging out with us?" Coyote asked the group.

"Probably fucking." Rooster shrugged causing half of the group to choke on their drinks.

"Jesus, Bradshaw. Have some tact, man." Payback scolded him.

"What, I'm just saying what we are all thinking." Rooster defended himself. "Glow assures me that they are just friends. Very good friends." Phoenix tells the group.

"Yeah, and I'm a front seater." Fanboy laughed.

"Nix, you can't really believe that. I mean, haven't you seen they way they look at each other? Or noticed how they always leave together from here? And they are together right now?" Rooster pressed.

"Rooster does have a point." Bob chimed in.

"So I have a theory, well three, of what the situation could be." Payback began. "I'm going to present them in order from least plausible to most likely." He continued.

"One, they are secretly dating or maybe married. That would explain why she got transferred to here from Lemoore. Two, they really are just good friends and have worked together so long that they act like a couple. Or, three, and what I feel is most likely, they are hooking up, and one of them, Hangman, wants to keep it more casual, while ignoring the fact that the other, Glow, has feelings for him." Payback finished.

"Well, I don't know what it is. All I know is that Hangman is way easier to deal with when she's around." Phoenix said as she held up her beer. Everyone mumbled out an agreement as they went about their pool game.

.................

Nat was right. The movie was great, and you were glad you had seen it.

You and Jake were walking back to your car as the last rays of the sun began to dip below the horizon.

"Ugh, the sunsets here are so much prettier than the ones in Lemoore." You told Jake.

"Yeah, they are." He agreed with you. "Looks like some clouds are rolling in. We'd better get a move on." He said. You took note of the weather and agreed. You definitely didn't want to get caught in the rain with no cover on your jeep.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans. The two of you were about halfway back to your house when the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down. Jake desperately tried to find an overpass for shelter, but there was nothing in sight.

He broke a few traffic laws to get you home, sliding into your garage on two wheels. The two of you sat there for a moment, soaking wet and out of breath.

You shared a look before breaking out into a laugh.

As the laughter faded, the air shifted between the you. The electricity flowing wasn't just the lightening from the storm. Desire radiated off your bodies as you both surged forward and connected your lips.

You basked in the salty, sweet taste of him, as you tried to ignore the warning bells going off. But eventually, you gave in and pulled away from him.

"We can't keep doing this, Jake." You told him.

"I know." He replied as he cupped your jaw, dragging his lips almost criminally slow against your skin. You could feel the subtle hint of the stubble on his chin.

Heat flushed in your cheeks and spread across you from the tips of your ears to the curl of your toes. You felt like you were doused in gasoline, and his touch was the strike of the match, ready to burn you down.

"One last time?" You breathed out.

"One last time." He whispered against the shell of your ear.

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[satoruyes]

bear it; misunderstanding

𓆩❤︎𓆪 FEAT. gojo satoru × reader ft. geto

𓆩❤︎𓆪 SYPNOPSIS; you become a percentage of the women that plan b doesnt work for. just your luck the father happens to be your steamy one night stand, gojo sator. and even he can't deny it, that's his kid.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 CONTAINS; MEAN!GOJO, angst, mentions of depression, mentions of abortion, nsfw scenes; degradation, lewd words, under the influence, so dub-con, pregnancy (these r just warnings for part one this is going to be a short series w one-shots)

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the night of,

the ambience of the club now making your temples ache. “thank you for the drinks but i should get going,” you shouted, trying to be heard over the ear deafening music. “you’re driving?” you heard the him ask. you nod in response. “you shouldn’t be driving while tipsy doll, it isn’t safe.”

you almost laugh at his attempt to get you home with him, you aren’t stupid. you were aware that’s what it’d lead too. but all you let show is a sly smirk. “did you or did you not drink to?” you remark with sass. “yes- but i didn’t drink as much as you,” he defends with a deep laugh, showing off his teeth in a grin. “c’mon lead me to your car then.”

one thing leads to another and now here you are back at his place, once again. desperate to have his hands on you, the arousal now getting to an aching point. a lust for release, only oh so much teasing that one can take. oh but so much teasing gojo satoru can give. if anything it’s his speciality.

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“gonna beg for my cock now or do i have to tease that greedy cunt some more?” he looks at you, getting off to your desperate position. what a pervert he is. but youre not the type to just bend to someone’s will. quite obstinate to be honest. only gazing up at him in reply to his vulgar question. “what a stubborn little slut you are. but sluts like you are meant to be broken, and that’s just what i’m going to do,” his tone laced with condescension but a smile accompanying his features, lidded eyes just barely visible behind his shades. he goes to grab your chin with a tight grip, forcing your head up to him.

“fine, since you can’t be honest with what you want. i’ll fuck the honesty out of you.” he slides his rough hands down to your neck and pulls you up from your knees. regardless of your height the 6’5 stature of the male intimidates you and makes you feel less compared to him.

he turns you around and forces your head into his sofa, now bent over the arm of the couch. he pulls your hips up even higher and positions a pillow under you. just so you can lay comfortably while he fucks your brain out and so your hips can reach his. he sits and admires your cunt for a second.

your wetness almost glistening on his finger tips as he spreads it all over your leaky hole and clit. his prodding fingers elicit soft moans out of you. forcing you to put your head into his throw pillows to not give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s making you feel good.

“i’m going to put it in, bear it for me baby,” he says as you feel his tip slide up and down your cunt, eventually slipping inside you. he abruptly thrust to the hilt of his length drawing out a lewd moan from you.

“i’m going to make you feel really good, gonna have you creaming all over me baby.”

and that, he did.

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3 weeks later,

“what the fuck-” pure disbelief painting your features as you blinked and blinked again. positive lines. “mai- i- i could’ve swore i took the pill,” you cried out to your best friend. she too, stared at the test frozen in shock. “y/n.. what are you going to do?” she asked, looking up at you with a blank expression, shy of an reaction.

call it a primal thing, but you could feel something wasn’t right. opting you to take a test, putting you in your current situation.

𓆩❤︎𓆪

you couldn’t do anything but sob. for a few days, til mai forced you out of your hole of wallowing self pity. making it aware all that crying wasn’t good for the baby. but you had every right to be as down as you were. how were you going to finish your college courses while bussing out the seams. sure enough it was your last year, but you did not have children anywhere in your near future.

crazy how one careless night can change your life. abortion wasn’t even an option. not only was it physically not available, your mother swore to disown you if you even thought about harming her grandchild. the audacity of her. she suddenly cares about a unborn child when she barely cared about you.

𓆩❤︎𓆪

“well how are you going to tell him y/n,” your roomate, mai asked. you stared at her a bit, still contemplating yourself how you were going to tell your steamy one night stand, gojo satoru. literally the only thing you knew about him was his name and number. no one has their full name on the internet these days. making him even harder to find. and his number? messages failed to deliver.

did he block you already? impossible, he gave you his new number and didn’t have yours. unless he got it from his “broken phone” and blocked you. faulty number? more possible. though you were familiar with a face he hung and clubbed around, geto suguru. but you’d have to catch him at a club since you had no other way to contact him.

“mai.. i don’t know honestly.” you state in defeat. “i don’t even want this right now, im majoring in fucking engineering for christs sake, how am i going to raise a child. i can barely take care of myself,” you sob, words barely audible through your exasperated cries.

mai moves over to comfort you,

“y/n, baby we got this, i’ll forever be here for you.”

———

4 years later

she was there for you. throughout your whole pregnancy. through thick, thin, and every mood swing. not even your mother was there for you despite her acts of cruelty towards you for even suggesting aborting a not even formed child.

mai, your biggest supporters when you introduced baby boy ren into the world. what hurted the most was how he didn’t even look of you. he looked more of his father. his deadbeat father. who was there for nothing. but little did you know it was nothing of his fault. he didn’t know, despite the lengths you went to tell him.

𓆩❤︎𓆪

there he was, geto. it took a couple trips to the club to with mai to finally see him. he was your only chance you had at telling gojo about his unborn child. you approached him while he was sitting at the bar, drink in his hand.

“geto,” you said, he automatically twisted his head to look at you as you sat in the stool beside him. “you look familiar, i know you right?” he inquired. you nodded and took a deep breathe before you explained everything to him. not leaving any detail out, his eyes sort of boring the truth out of you.

“are you sure it’s his,” he asked, probably not aware of the offensive nature of his question. “are you serious?” you ask, now looking at him with an annoyed expression. “he’s the only man i’ve slept with in months, and just my luck the time i decided to sleep around i get pregnant.”

“i’m sorry, i- i’m just shocked okay? but here, i’ll do this for you,” he pulls out his phone and asks you to put your number in, and in return he puts a contact in your phone. under the name of gojo. “that’s his number, text him tomorrow, he’s probably sleep right now.” and with that geto gets up to give you a hug, and leaves but not without kissing your forehead. strange.

-𓆩❤︎𓆪

next day

you: hey, this is gojo right? this is y/n

gojo: Oh hey? How’d you get this number?

you: geto gave it to me bc i wanna talk to you abt something

gojo: Oh okay What’s up?

you: i’m pregnant satoru

gojo: What? Are you sure? Didn’t you take plan B?

you: i swear i did i don’t know what happened

gojo: Y/n i’m sorry but please never contact me again. I don’t want anything to do with that child of yours. It’d be best if you aborted it.

*blocked.

—

gojo not wanting anything to do with the child had to be one of the most heart breaking parts of your pregnancy. your heart still aches when you think about his last text before he blocked you. even now as you held his child, with the light hair and same hypnotizing eyes of his father. only thing in common with you was his hair texture and skin tone.

now it’s 4 years from then. the year 2023 and you’re 27 years old and your baby boy is four. you and mai moved out of that shanty shack of an apartment you were in and moved to a more downtown area of tokyo, japan. into a far more accommodating apartment for you, her, you’re baby ren, and mai’s boyfriend. with a lovely living and dinning room, with a way bigger bathroom, and a lovely bedroom for you and your child.

after all you deserved it. after giving birth about 3 months til you were done with college. then after landing a steady job after recovery you worked from home for about a year and a half, then worked the rest in person up to date. mai was the only one who was there for you. not gojo and hell not even your mother.

-

small world one could say, maybe it was a coincidence mai’s boyfriend and gojo worked together. or maybe it was just destiny to run into him again.

and that’s why you’re in your car now, heading to the park with ren in tow. dressed your best to see his father again, after all these years. why now was he okay to meet with you? what made him agree to terms? did he now want to see his child? did he want to pay me off? only time can tell.

you pulled up to the destination that you two agreed upon and you and ren walked over to an empty bench. waiting for him. waiting for your answers.

—

it wasn’t until at least 10 minutes after you sent ren off to play in the park did you see him. a white haired male standing out amongst everyone else. wearing shades regardless of the sun barely shining. you see his eyes land on the only light haired boy at the play ground. ren obviously standing out. his facial features unreadable. a mixture of disbelief and disappointment.

you called ren over, gojos eyes staying put on him watching where he was going. til he saw you. you watched as his face dropped. it took him five seconds to actually approach you.

“wait.. y/n? what are you doing here?” he stands there looking at you almost speechless. you have such an unforgettable face. “is he- is he yours, wait.. is he mine?” you can’t do anything but nod. you watch his facial expressions turn into a blank expression into an angered one. “are you serious? were you just going to keep him from me? and i though you were on the pill back then? were you going to keep him from me forever?” he bombarded you with questions. his questions made you confused, why was he pretending as if he knew nothing of this child.

you look down at your child, him staring up at his father in curiosity. “ren, baby, go play at the park for a minute,” you smiled at him and watched as he waddled away. the smile you had for him faded as you looked back up at his “father.” “are you fucking serious right now, why are you acting as if you know nothing of this child. as if you didn’t block me when i told you i was pregnant. like i didn’t tell you the plan b didn’t work,” you whisper shouted, your angered tone visible to him but not alerting anyone else.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he asked. you stared at him in disbelief for a minute then pulled out your phone. although the messages hurt you, you never deleted them. it was the only thing you had of your childs father. you went to your contacts and pulled up a contact under the name of “gojo” and showed him the messages.

as he read the messages he looked up at you in horror. “these arent- these aren’t my messages, i’ve never said this to anyone,” he told you, prompting him to look at the message senders number. his face almost instantly distorted in anger once he recognized it. he knew this number, it was his best friends’ number. suguru geto.

but as his world was falling apart so was yours. you examined his left hand as it held your phone. and there you saw a wedding band. was he-? did he? did he get a wife during these 4 years? how could he have made a bond like that so quickly? was she always there? do you even have a right to be mad?

but no doubt, gojo satoru, the father of your child was now married.

a/n: gojo got married? it was geto all these years? find out what happens next in part two.. 🫣 coming in the next 2 days teehee

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[sequinsmile-x]

I Knew You'd Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - Frustrated Kisses

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A series of unrelated one-shots and mini fics about the many types of kisses Aaron and Emily share.

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Hi friends,

Well another weekend has passed us by, so here's a little one of these to wrap it up nicely. This is another prompt from the lovely @sometimesitswho <3

Please see the masterlist for a full list of tags, and the list of prompts for this series.

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Aaron smiles as the alarm on the nightstand goes off, the sound immediately chased by his girlfriend’s groan, her face pressed against his neck before he even has a chance to switch it off. 

“Morning sweetheart,” he rasps out, his voice thick with sleep and misuse. He hides his smile in Emily’s hair when she grumbles, curling herself around him until she is practically lying on top of him. He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her back. His fingers drift beneath the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, one that used to belong to him, and he gives himself a moment to revel in the softness of her skin, of the feel of her pressed against him before he had to go back to pretending she was just another member of his team. 

They’d been together for almost 6 months, a hesitant kiss she’d pressed against his lips one night after dinner turning into what they had now. A loving relationship they both treasured, something they knew was it for both of them, the happy ending they both deserved after everything they’d been through. At first, the secrecy was practical. Something that served them well as they got used to the change in their relationship. Both of them keen to make sure they had a solid foundation before anyone else became involved, before anyone else’s opinions could test the strength of what they’d built around them. 

As time went on, it got harder to figure out how to tell the team, their family, about them. Jack and Jessica knew and were both happy for them - Aaron still remembered the glint in his ex-sister-in-laws eyes when he told her, an edge of I knew it to her smile that reminded him so much of Haley that it made him ache. Jessica had told him since that Haley would be happy for him, that before she and Jack had gone into hiding she’d told her that she was sure he was seeing Emily then. That she was furious that she couldn’t even be mad if she was right because Emily was nice and annoyingly beautiful. It strangely felt like approval from his ex-wife, the knowledge that she’d known there was something between him and Emily before he’d admit it to himself easing the last piece of guilt he’d felt for loving someone else. 

Telling the team felt like nothing short of opening their relationship to criticism. Overall he knows they’d be happy for them, but any change to the team dynamic always came with difficulties and he wasn’t naive enough to believe there wouldn’t be any issues or strong opinions. 

“I should go back to my room,” he says, kissing her head again when she whines, shaking her head against him, pulling back to look at him, her eyes bleary as she opens them, a pout she’d deny later painted across her face. 

“No,” she replies, leaning up to kiss him, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, only leaning back enough to speak, “Stay.” 

The way she looks at him, nothing but adoration and happiness shining in her eyes, makes him consider it. Makes him think about quitting his job there and then and staying in his hotel bed with her forever. He shakes it off, smiling as he kisses her, his hand hooked around the back of her neck. 

“I’d love to sweetheart,” he says, scratching lightly at her scalp, the shiver he causes travelling down to his palm on her back, “But eventually the others would come looking for us, and I don’t think this is the best way for them to find out about us.” 

She hums but nods, stamping a kiss against his lips one more time before she pulls back, rolling her neck as she sits up, “We should tell them soon, only if it means I no longer have to wake up at the crack of dawn so you can sneak back to your room.” 

He smiles as she flops back down onto the bed when he stands up. She grabs the pillow he’d been using and hugs it against her chest, her face pressed into it as her eyes drift closed. He leans down and kisses her temple, “I set your alarm for you,” he says, and she turns her head to capture his lips in a sleepy kiss, “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.” 

She hums, gripping his chin to kiss him again before she lets him go, “Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

___

She was going to kill him. 

First, she was going to make sure he was okay, then she was going kiss him and tell him she loved him, and then she was going to kill him. 

It was only supposed to be an interview. He’d left the precinct with little fanfare, throwing her a smile no one else saw, and she focused on victimology, keen to solve the case as soon as possible so they could get home and go back to being Aaron and Emily rather than Hotch and Prentiss. 

She’d loved the secrecy at first, loved the edge it added to everything, but now she wanted more than anything to share the news with their friends so they could move forward together. She’d run it over in her head over and over again, predicting their reactions from what she assumed would be Penelope’s delight to Derek’s distrust. She’d imagined telling them at Dave’s, pasta night now a permanent fixture in their diaries, Aaron’s arm around her waist as they answered every question thrown at them. 

She hadn’t pictured this - her reaction to a call from Dave saying Aaron had been hurt - to be what gave them away. It had happened quickly, her eyes wide as she demanded what was wrong with him, why he needed to be taken to the hospital, his first name slipping past his lips as she snatched Derek’s phone from him and asked Dave a barrage of questions, anger mixing in with her frustration to make her stomach churn when she finds out Aaron had been injured after being pushed down a flight of stairs when trying to apprehend the interviewee turned apparent unsub. 

As soon as she realised she’d given their relationship away she’d cursed herself, and her boyfriend for making her love him so much, and she couldn’t help but wonder when he’d snuck under her defences like he had. When he’d rendered them entirely useless and left her so vulnerable. 

Even though she’d seen the shock on the team's faces, watched as it registered bit by bit, she was grateful that they hadn’t asked any questions - a luxury she knew they wouldn’t afford her as soon as they knew Aaron was okay. She drives to the hospital, shaking off JJ’s offer to take her, her hands tight on the steering wheel as she drives just over the speed limit. 

When she makes it to the waiting room Dave is already there, a knowing smile on his face that makes her clench her teeth.

“Don’t,” she says through gritted teeth, and the bastard’s smile gets briefly wider as he stands up and pats her on the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dare, Bella,” he says, squeezing her shoulder, “He’s okay,” he assures her, “He’s getting the results of his x-ray and then he should be free to go,” his smile turns into a smirk, “You might have to convince him to take some painkillers but I’m sure you have your ways.” 

She glares at him, “Dave I swear to God-”

“Em?” 

She turns at the sound of Aaron’s voice and relief washes over her as she walks over, throwing herself at him with little thought about their friend standing just a few feet behind them. Her hands land on his cheeks as she pulls him in for a series of short, sharp, kisses full of frustration and love and everything in between. She’s talking at him every time she pulls back, a stream of consciousness she breathes against him in between kisses. 

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” 

“I love you so fucking much.” 

“As soon as you’re better I’m going to kill you.”

It’s only when she hugs him, her arms tight around his middle, his response a wince even as he wraps his arms around her, when her brain catches up with her and she pulls back just enough to look at him, finally looking over him for injuries. 

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” he says, “The worst of it is a few cracked ribs.” 

She huffs out a breath, her hands delicate at his sides as she nods, “Okay, let's get you back to the hotel.” 

He frowns, “Em, no there’s still paperwork-”

“You’re hurt,” she says firmly as she cuts over him, irritation licking at her insides as she finally turns to look at Dave, her arm still around Aaron’s waist, “Dave can take care of things at the precinct, can’t you Dave?” 

He nods, clearly attempting to hide a smile as he walks over to them, “Of course. I’ll also arrange for the jet to pick us up tomorrow,” he smirks, “Give you a chance to rest up.” He clears his throat when Emily raises her eyebrow at him, “I’ll also make sure the others give you some space. Although, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold them back once Garcia finds out.” 

“Oh God,” Emily groans, her free hand pressed against the bridge of her nose, “I forgot about Pen.” 

___

He didn’t have to be good at his job to know she was mad at him. 

She looks after him when they get back to his hotel room, forcing him to take painkillers before she orders room service for them, determined that he isn’t going to do anything for the rest of the day other than relax. He doesn’t miss her intake of breath when she helps him take off her shirt, how her gaze lingers on the already dark purple bruises littering his abdomen. 

He waits her out for a couple of hours and lets her sit stiffly next to him on the bed, her arms crossed as she switches between TV channels to seek out something she deems suitably trashy. It’s only when he hears the rest of the team get back to the hotel, their voices muffled in the hallway as they split out into their rooms.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and she hums, her gaze still fixed on the TV, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” she replies, her jaw visibly tight, “My boyfriend threw himself down a flight of concrete stairs today when chasing a would-be serial killer, and could have seriously injured or killed himself. What could possibly be wrong?” 

He sighs, his gaze fixed on her profile as she continues to stare at the TV, “Em-”

“I’m just so angry at you,” she says, shaking her head as she finally turns to look at him, idly picking at her cuticles as she does so. 

He frowns, reaching out for her hand as concern churns in his gut. He rarely compared the two women he’d been lucky enough to love, but this felt familiar, and her frustration at his job, their job forces old arguments with Haley to the front of his mind. 

“I had to go after him. You know that.” 

She practically growls at him, wrenching her hand out of his as she crosses her arms over her chest, “I’m not angry at you for doing your job, Aaron. I’m angry at you for making me love you this much.” 

The moment she says it she wishes she could take it back. She folds in on herself, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she has in a long time.

He sighs, “Sweetheart-”

“It would destroy me if I lost you,” she cuts him off, her jaw tight as she wills herself not to cry, “I’ve…I’ve never loved someone like that before and it makes me furious. And terrified” 

He stares at her and reaches out, barely covering a wince as the movement pulls at his ribs when he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “It terrifies me too.” 

She laughs humourlessly, shaking her head at his simple confession as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek, “How do you bear it?” 

He links their hands together, sighing as he encourages her closer, “I just tell myself that loving you is worth whatever comes afterwards, whether that’s in 5 years or 50.”

She bites her lower lip, the smile she can feel burning in her cheeks feeling wrong given the day they’ve had, but she can’t help herself. She kisses him briefly before she rests her forehead against his. 

“Let’s aim for 50, okay?” She says quietly, closing her eyes as she lets herself imagine it, a future stretched out ahead of them where they had a home together, where they were married and had more kids. A life she’d always secretly wanted but thought was beyond her until she’d let herself love him. 

He nods, his forehead knocking slightly against hers, “50 years it is.” 

-x-

[marvelous-llama]

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[th3-0bjectivist]

Untitled Paintblot #4 – Acrylic paint on canvas

This is part four of my black and white paint experiment for 23-24’. I want you to tell me what this image looks like to you in the comments in one to three words. This series is based on (but not following the hard and fast rules of) the Rorschach inkblot test. Just trying to get a sense of people’s minds and personality traits! It’s a social experiment, so click on the image, then go to the comment section and drop in your worded interpretation of the piece. All I want is three words or less. I don't need a treatise describing in detail why you feel the way you do about the piece. I don't need your extended opinions of how this piece reminds you of the geopolitical ramifications of the ongoing Israeli/Palestinian conflict, or Putin and the Ukraine. Click on the image and submit three words, give it a shot, it's all about audience participation. Comment away (even if it’s dirty), I’ll go first… and part one, part two and part three are here for reference.

[littleredwing89]

SPLASH OF COLOUR

SPLASH OF COLOUR

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff.

A/N: This is another one shot following the series ‘PRINCE OF GOTHAM’. It follows on from where they left off last time - another epilogue of sorts. This is a re-write of another Intern series one shot but remoulded for Jason x Reader xoxo

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Standing in the middle of the now empty room, Jason looked around. You’d covered the floor perfectly with plastic sheeting and masking taped it down. You’d even taped around the light switches, conscious to not get any paint on the chrome fittings. He smiled to himself, before settling his eyes on you. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down into your eyes. You kept tucking them behind your ears as you assessed the tins of paint in front of you.

You were wearing one of his old shirts, it drowned your frame. The sleeves were rolled up to your elbows as you hummed, one hand resting on your hip. He thought you looked beautiful. Even when you weren’t trying. Sure, the figure hugging gala dresses made his blood rage but this - this was different. You were in his clothes. Just you and him. A picture of domestic bliss. Preparing to redecorate your bedroom.

He strode across to you, resting a hand on your lower back. You glanced up at him, offering a bright smile. He’d changed into a pair of old black sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt. You bobbed down slowly and carefully prized the lid off the first tin of paint. The rich, clean scent wafting into your nostrils. You loved the smell of fresh paint.

Grabbing the mixing stick, you dipped it into the can, swirling the light grey paint in circles just like the instructions said, “Will you grab the brushes please?”.

Ripping open the selection of paint brushes, Jason took one out, handing it across to you, “I don’t know why I let you convince me that this would be a good idea, I should have just paid someone”.

You laughed, taking the brush off him, purposely letting your fingers stroke his, “Oh c'mon, just because you suck at painting doesn't mean it's not fun!”.

“I have no issue with my decorating skill princess, I just could think of better things to do”.

Painting a test line on the wall in front of you, you grinned and turned to face him, “Such as?”.

Jason eyed the loose shirt, licking his lips slowly, “You for starters”.

Rolling your eyes you laughed, continuing to paint the wall, pleased with the colour you’d chosen, “Mmmmmm yes, I'll take that into consideration”.

Ignoring your words, Jason started to close in on you, his large hands grasping your waist.

“Ah!-ah!-ah!”, you turned swiftly, jabbing him in the chest with your paint brush, grey paint splattering on his white T-shirt, “No! Painting first, sex later. I want this finished by the end of the week”.

He pressed further into you, causing the brush to bend between you both, paint flicking over your bottom halves, “We could just get someone to do it for us and spend our time in a hotel…productively”.

“Jason…”, The familiar spark shot up your spine and you shivered. He knew exactly how to press your buttons. You swallowed the moan and shook your head, “Unlike you, I'm enjoying painting”.

Jason grunted and looked at the wall venomously, “You are literally watching paint dry, how is that entertaining?”.

“I’m redecorating our bedroom! Think how good it’ll look once we’re done…think how good we’ll feel once we finish it together…it’s exciting!”, 

“There are far more exciting things we could do”, he growled, leaning his head down and nipping the junction of your exposed neck. He loved it when you wore your hair up. It gave him much easier access to finding that sensitive spot just below your earlobe.

“Keep your pants on!”, you gasped and tried to push him away, feeling your body burning for his touch.

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, his hot breath tickling your flesh, “You don’t usually complain princess”.

Trying to distract yourself from his dizzying touch, you moved out of his reach and painted another strip along the wall, taking in long calming breaths, “If you paint too this will go faster”.

“It'll be even faster if we hire someone”, he stepped back into your space, hands looping around your midsection. His fingers sneaked into the gaps between the buttons, aching to feel his skin on yours.

“I don't care!”, you turned in his arms, giving him an innocent smile. A devilish glow sparkled behind your shiny orbs.

He frowned not trusting you but before he could reply you booped his nose with your brush and got paint all over it.

You giggled cheekily and grinned, “See even you look better with a fresh coat of paint”.

Jason growled playfully and grabbed your waist tighter dragging you into his broad chest. He nudged his nose against yours and kissed you softly, smearing the paint across your cheeks. You sank into the kiss without a second thought, hands fisting in his T-shirt.

He pulled back and smirked, admiring the paint dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your delicate nose, “I think it suits you better”.

“Stop being corny and help me paint”, you tried to sound threatening but the airy tone of your voice and the daze in your eye gave you away.

“I have a much better idea”, Jason lifted you up in his arms with no warning, making you gasp in surprise. Your legs wrapped around his middle on their own accord, hands gripping his biceps, feeling them flex under your hold. You let him guide you both to the floor easily, caging you underneath him.

“Jay…we need to paint…”, you murmured. The heat radiating off his body made you bite down on your bottom lip. Your pulse raced with anticipation.

Dipping his fingers into the open paint can besides you both, he grinned down at you, “You never said what we need to paint”.

Without another word, he kissed you passionately, hands sliding up the sides of your shirt, drawing paint over your body. You mewled against his lips and shivered, feeling the cool, thick liquid decorating your body. His fingers traced over your stomach, almost although he was writing something on you.

Jason pulled back from your tempting lips, eyes hooded with desire, “I’m not hearing any complaints”.

“That’s meant for the wall”, you murmured softly, feeling his deft fingers popping open the buttons on the front of your shirt one by one. Exposing your flesh to the cool air of the room.

“Doesn't say that on the can”, he teased, the tips of his fingers still drawing outlines on your bare stomach. You looked down between your bodies to see he’d drawn a J & T across you. The bottom of the T sneaking close to the top of your panties. He gave you a smug wink when you realised what he’d drawn.

You dipped your own hand into the can, feeling the droplets racing down into your palm, “Let’s see how you like it!”, you pushed your hands under his T-shirt and rubbed them all over his chest, smearing the paint happily.

He shivered at the sensation of your soft hands rubbing the cold substance into his skin. He growled deep in his throat before smashing his lips to your, streaking his fingers down the outside of your thighs. Three grey stripes of paint smudged down your skin, fading towards the ends as Jason ran out of paint. You moaned into the kiss, letting him happily swallow the sounds of pleasure, tongues sliding together desperately.

“I-I don’t think we can keep painting”, he panted, his lips travelling down the column of your throat, tongue licking over your throbbing pulse.

“W-whose fault is that?”, you gasped when you felt Jason sink his teeth into your shoulder, letting his tongue stroke over the mark. Soothing it with the heat of his mouth.

“Yours clearly”, he grunted, slipping your lace panties down your legs.

You ripped the shirt over his head the second he slid back up your body, “How do you work that out?”.

“You clearly dressed like this to seduce me”.

He smirked and lifted you up slightly, roughly ripping the baggy shirt from your body, leaving you bare underneath him. He cock swelled at the sight and he groaned huskily. 

You ripped the tie open on his sweatpants, pushing them down slowly, his cock springing free. Licking your lips, your hand wrapped around his length, pumping it leisurely, “Yes, I dressed in your old shirt just to seduce you”.

He grunted and thrust into your hand, the subtle pressure of your palm squeezing his cock made his mind blank. Any witty reply lost in a hurricane of desire. Jason grabbed your wrist quickly, stopping your movements and flipped you over easily. He manhandled you onto your knees, pinning your hands down to the floor, restricting any escape from him. You whined his name, pushing back against him, desperate to feel his cock.

Looking down at your lush ass, he groaned, palming it roughly with his free hand. You whimpered, shuddering with pleasure. He let go of your hands, happy you wouldn’t move and stroked his shaft through your slick folds.

“Fuck…”, he thrust into you rapidly, burying himself to the hilt, cursing more as your velvet walls stretched to accommodate his length, “I can’t get over how good you feel, princess”.

The delicious sting as his thick cock drove into you made your thighs quiver under him, struggling to hold yourself up with the pleasure shooting up your spine. You sobbed his name as he hammered into you harder. Every stroke of his cock bumped your g spot, dragging against your sensitive walls, making your nerves buzz with euphoria.

“Jason! Oh!”, you cried, fingernails digging into the plastic sheeting below you, “Please-I-I-fuck!”.

You knew your incoherent jargon of words would boost his ego, knowing exactly what he did to you. How he set your entire being on fire. 

His fingers dug deeper into your waist, bruising you as his. He leaned forward, dragging hot, wet kisses up your spine before settling against your neck. He panted into your ear, murmuring soft praises about how good you felt. How well you took his cock. How perfect you sounded crying out for him.

Your orgasm ripped through you without any warning, your core clenching around his pulsating shaft. The primal moan leaving his lips was sinful as your pussy tried to drag his cock deeper into you. 

Jason felt your slick coating his cock as he continued to fuck into you with a brutal pace. He slipped into his own climax, releasing ribbon after ribbon of hot cum, deep into your pussy. His chest heaved, desperate for more oxygen. You purred contentedly, eyes shut in bliss. As he pulled himself from you, he watched his seed drip from your folds, sticky on your inner thighs.

He bit hard on his bottom lip, refraining himself from ravishing you again. He laid down on the plastic sheeting, feeling the material stick to his sweaty back. He grimaced but pulled you round onto his chest. The warmth of your body made him relax instantly, ignoring the uncomfortable squeaky vinyl.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, face pressing to his chest, paint dried over your beautiful face. He smiled to himself at how cute you looked, fucked out but covered in paint.

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Jason pressed his forehead to yours and lightly grazed his lips over your mouth. He nudged your nose with his, a faint smile wrinkling his eyes. You sighed happily and returned the gesture, eyes glittering with bliss.

You cupped his face stroking your thumb over his cheek and scoffed when you noticed the paint covering your fingers and palm, “You got paint all over my ring”.

He grinned and put his hand over yours, the matching platinum band greeting yours own.

“Worth it”, he looked down between your messy, paint covered bodies. The grey ‘JT’ smudged over your stomach.

“Those rings were expensive”.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up for you princess”, he smirked before laying another kiss to your lips.

You nipped his bottom lip, tugging it lightly, “You better Todd”.

His eyes sparkled with mischief along with something else. Something a little deeper.

“Oh I will, Todd”.

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ADDITIONAL CHAPTER BONUS:

Following Jason down the corridors of The Iceberg, you smiled at several new staff members who’d started only last week in your department. They’d stiffened at the sight of the CEO but relaxed when you gave them a warm, friendly smile. You’d just finished a board meeting with the other executives and Jason had said he wanted to speak with you in his office. Another new contract. You wondered if it was actually true or if your new pencil skirt had fried his brain.

“I need you to email this to Wilson”, Jason handed you the paperwork as casually as possible, not meeting your questioning gaze. Eyebrows peaked upwards.

“Why can’t Mr Harper do it?”, you took the paperwork off him, flicking through the pages of the contract. It was just a simple security sign off.

“Because”, Jason clicked his tongue, “I asked you too”. He smirked cheekily and closed the door to his office behind him, eyeing you closely.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You’re so petty”.

He scoffed, sounding somewhat offended, “Why would I be petty?”, he grabbed his mug of coffee off the desk taking a large swig of it, “More to the point, when have I ever been petty?”.

You didn’t dignify him with an answer. You didn’t have the time nor the patience to list all the instances of his pettiness. Plus you knew he’d deny every last one of them. You rounded his desk and smiled coyly, “I know why you want me to send it Jay, you know my email is now signed with my new surname…”.

You jabbed your finger into his chest playfully.

“Last time I checked, motive doesn't matter”, Jason’s rugged voice carried through the air, victory lighting up his features. He grabbed your hand quickly and gave you a genuine smile. One reserved only for you. You returned the gesture, locking your fingers with his, entwining them together.

“You'll do it for me, won't you?”, voice thick with charm and honey, Jason gazed down at you. His brown eyes gleaming.

“Only because I won't hear the end of it if I don't”.

Jason kissed your ring and grinned, “You’re a real sweetheart”.

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[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

By Chauncey Devega

As I have previously explored in a series of conversations with cult and mind control expert Steven Hassan, Donald Trump meets most if not all the characteristics of a cult leader. Trump holds extreme power over his followers, who subsume their own identities and will to him. He persuades them to reject their own perceptions of reality and to trust only him and his approved messengers. To a large degree, they have lost the ability to engage in what psychologists describe as "reality testing."

Trump's mug shot, taken at the Fulton County jail in Atlanta last Thursday, is as an image of murderous rage and a bottomless lust for revenge. Trump has already used it to raise yet more campaign cash. In all probability, Trump's upcoming criminal trials will only make him more popular and powerful among his core followers, not less.

Like other cult movements, the MAGA phenomenon is rooted in manipulation and psychological abuse. Trump effectively exploits the death anxieties and other existential fears of his followers, presenting himself as their only protector and savior. The MAGA cult is authoritarian, preying on lonely, socially isolated and otherwise vulnerable people and providing them with a sense of order, meaning, community and destiny.

A poll conducted from Aug. 16 to 18 by CBS News/YouGov demonstrates just how firm Trump's power over his followers continues to be. A large majority of Republican voters view Trump as "honest and trustworthy," which would be hilarious if it were not deeply alarming. Furthermore, "Trump's voters hold him as a source of true information, even more so than other sources, including conservative media figures, religious leaders, and even their own friends and family." When asked who they believe tells them the truth, 71% of Trump voters picked him, more than picked friends and family members (63%), right-wing media commentators (56%) and religious leaders (only 42%).

Beyond the numbers, mental health expert Dr. Justin Frank, author of the bestseller "Trump on the Couch," perceives a tragic and pathetic human dimension to the CBS News poll, as he told me by email:

“What this poll doesn't measure or explain is the cause and effect of the profound loyalty of Trump's core supporters. It's this factor that continues to baffle pundits and call into question everything we thought we knew about American politics and the future of democracy. How did these startling figures come to be?

Trump taps into specific needs certain people have to love and to feel loved in return. People who feel they have been lied to — whether as children or adults — yearn for a person or group to trust, in which to place unwavering faith. While I think this type of blind loyalty to Trump is a delusion, it's also a common human experience. In some people it overwhelms an otherwise healthy emotional state in which most of us simultaneously understand that authority figures can be both admirable and disappointing. Televangelists are able to captivate and exploit their vulnerable audiences for this reason. It's also why cash (from many who can ill afford it) pours into Trump's coffers each time he's indicted for a new crime.

As I wrote in 'Trump on the Couch,' Donald Trump himself felt lied to by his parents, which binds him and his fan base even closer. Trump provides the kind of love they crave because he instinctively meets those unconscious needs, in part because he shares them unconsciously himself.”

Frank further suggests that Trump "invites maternal love" from many of his followers, who "are touched at a deep level by their awareness of his neediness, which endears them to him":

“In his rallies he repeats 'believe me' the way a child does when telling a lie or feeling unloved. He is quick to ... paint himself as a maligned victim. He becomes someone they want to protect from assault ... [by] sharing his sense of betrayal with his audience and psychologically merging with their own histories of having been disappointed. What evolves is an inability to differentiate oneself from the idolized other that results in an emotional bond that is deep and thrilling to share. To those outside the mystical Trump romance, this unconditional love makes no sense. We call that kind of love a cult. How can such an overt liar and accused criminal can be so admired?”

What we don't remember when we see such a cult in operation, Frank says, is that all children seek to protect "the image of their loved parents from the inevitable disbeliefs and hurts that even the best parents create":

“They do this by splitting their early experiences into good and bad, black and white. What evolves is a yearning for comfort, aided by binary thinking, from a figure who is only good, despite any evidence to the contrary.

So, here we are as a nation, confused and divided in the darkness of our deepest fears and needs. Trump offers his devoted flock a shared sense of purpose and meaning. They've been groomed to look outside for someone to safeguard their best interests and provide shared faith and support. I think it may not be possible for those diehard Trump adherents to discover that this a dangerous illusion.”

I also asked Jen Senko, director of the documentary "The Brainwashing of My Dad," about what insights she could share on the findings of the CBS News poll regarding Trump's hold over his followers. She said she found it "stupid, and maddening, that many on television 'news' seem shocked" by the poll's findings:

“Have they been living under a rock? More likely they've been living in denial because it's a lot easier than accepting the truth. ... Though many of us understand this now, too little emphasis has been put on how millions of Americans lost their minds and became right-wing zombies. It's the media, stupid! ... As someone who saw the writing on the wall decades ago and made a documentary about it in 2016, it's particularly frustrating. Too many people laughed at Rush Limbaugh. Too many people thought Fox News was a legitimate 'conservative' alternative to the 'liberal media.' Too many people didn't question the barrage of email propaganda (often put out by think tanks and disguised as homespun bits of wisdom) emphasizing over and over: Democrats bad, Democrats evil. Democrats not real Americans. Republicans are all that is good and holy.

Limbaugh was allowed to get on the Armed Forces Network. Fox News is still on it, and became the go-to news station for bus stations, airports, restaurants, bars, doctors' offices. When humans immerse themselves in false information that gets repeated, it stands to reason that millions of them become "cultified" right-wing zombies. What can be done about it, I leave to the experts. When will America acknowledge that we are in an information war? That's what worries me every day.”

Former right-wing pundit Rich Logis was immersed in TrumpWorld and the MAGA movement for years, but managed to escape. He said it was an "irrefutable fact" that MAGA had a cultlike ethos:

“I know this because I was once quite deep in the MAGA rabbit hole. Had Trump won in 2020, I probably would have gone deeper into it, with the odds of escaping close to zero.

There are two prevailing ties that bind the MAGA cult. The first is that Trump is an omniscient, omnipotent, martyred savior of America; some believe him to be sent by God. (Note that Ron DeSantis poached this heresy last year, in his re-election campaign.) Martyrdom is the final stage of cult leadership, and to those in a cult, it is the outside world who are deceived. Those in this first category are willing to see through the cult to its fiery end. The second is among those who are ... politically traumatized by their hyper-partisan, paralytic, paranoid worldview that Democrats, socialists, communists and Marxists have long conspired to tyrannically infringe upon their rights and freedoms. I knew some who fell into one, or both, categories.”

Logis suggests that Trump's voters should not be dehumanized "and had some valid motivations for supporting Trump, even though he exploited those concerns and fears":

“We must, as a nation, build a broad consensus that electing Trump was one of the most egregious mistakes in our history. Admitting when we're wrong is an unnatural act, but it is possible — and liberating. When I look back at my MAGA time, I remain stunned at the level of political trauma I put upon myself; my hope is that others will begin to recognize their own trauma, which has been, to some extent, self-inflicted.”

The only real hope for awakening or deprogramming MAGA cult members, Logis said, will come from "resounding losses of MAGA candidates next year, up and down the ballot. Though such losses will probably not 'save' most MAGA voters, it will, likely, save some — and 'some' equals millions of Americans."

Former Republican congressman Joe Walsh, now a leading never-Trumper conservative and democracy advocate, described the CBS News polls findings as "the least surprising thing ever." I conclude here with his words of warning:

“Three and a half years ago, while campaigning in Des Moines against Trump, I asked 40 people in line to enter a Trump rally if Donald Trump had ever told a lie. All 40 Trump supporters said no, Donald Trump had never told a lie. I knew then and there that my primary challenge against Trump was hopeless, but I also knew then and there that my soon-to-be-former political party was hopelessly gone too. I knew then and there what I'd sensed for the past six years: The Republican Party is a cult, an authoritarian-embracing, truth-denying cult. So what do we do about it? Well, we all come together in 2024 to defeat this anti-democracy cult. Again. That's job No. 1. But my other job is to continue to try to rescue members of the Trump cult. That's not a job for everyone, but as someone who helped create the cult and then escaped from the cult, it's my job. It's my penance.”