#we better get concept photos like.. tonight

[mysticmunson]

dad's best friend!steve and munson!reader

saw this concept making rounds and it makes me weak in the knees so here ya go. i decided to make it steve instead of eddie to switch it up lol, hope you enjoy

also sorry lone star 3 is taking forever, i promise i'm still working on it!

It was supposed to be a simple trip back to Hawkins, escaping the suit and ties of corporate New York City, but things were never that easy for Steve. Staying at his best friend Eddie’s house, he was proud of the way he was able to defy odds, now living in a nice home after success as a musician then as a restaurant owner. Both men had gotten busy, but their weekly phone calls and miscellaneous emails persisted.

When they would meet up, Eddie almost always came to New York due to his vacation rental being close, only moving back to Hawkins full time to be close to Wayne as he got older. His home was large, covered in his old band posters with their accomplishments framed on the walls. 

The last time Steve had been here was over a decade ago, the photos of Eddie and his ex-wife were gone, something both men had in common after they both endured failed marriages. Only Eddie had a baby, a girl, but who only came to visit during the summer and holiday breaks.

Steve sat across from Eddie on the couch, sipping some expensive red wine that was buried in his liquor cabinet. The age had made it taste better, knowing he probably hadn’t had guests over frequently, and if he did, they would probably settle for beer.

“Surprised you have alcohol this old with a teenager around.” Steve chuckled, scratching the stubble on his chin, swirling the drink to create a small tornado in the glass.

“Tell me about it, I’m just as shocked as you are that my kid wasn’t a delinquent.” Eddie jested, pressing his fist to the side of his forehead, leaning against the leather sofa, “She’s a good kid, she’s 21 now, it’s been awhile since you’ve seen her, huh?” 

Nodding, he took another sip, flowing back into the conversation of nostalgia and their current work lives. The mention of one of his restaurants made realization dawn on Eddie’s face, mumbling curses before standing.

“Fuck, I have to put in a food order at one of my locations, I gotta take this call.” Eddie groaned, grabbing his black slip on sandals that made him feel too much like an old man for his enjoyment. 

As Steve went to agree, the sound of a door opening and closing made both of them look up, a moment passing before you entered. Standing a bit taller in jeans and a halter top, you slipped off your sandals. Walking past Eddie as he stood, your stride stuttered when you met Steve’s eyes. 

“Hey sweetheart, you remember Steve, right? He’s staying with us for a few days, we can go to dinner or something tonight. I have to take a call outside.” He rambled, putting his hand over your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

You sat down where your father was prior, ankles crossed and beneath your butt as you faced Steve. Your soft smile made him feel a little bit better, a lot of time had passed and you had grown up a lot. He wasn’t used to being around anyone else, but older male executives. 

The times Eddie came to visit Steve, he didn’t bring you along as you were typically with your mom, the divorce happening fairly shortly after you were born. He would hear updates, random accolades you had garnered or something funny you did. But here you were as a college student, seemingly well adjusted and inheriting the kind eyes from your dad. 

“Wow, it’s been a long time, huh? How are you? You’re in college now, right?” Steve asked, taking a final sip of his drink and setting the glass on the coaster. You nodded, signaling the small black kitten that slinked into the room to sit on your lap, who obliged and purred as you pet it.

“I’m good, in my sophomore year at Saint Mary’s,” You explained, the infamous all-girls college recollecting in Steve’s memory, “How are you? How’s Terri?” 

The sharp sting in his chest didn’t get easier at the mention of his ex-wife’s name, the woman who left him for his business partner around 9 years ago. It was partially the reason Steve hadn’t come back to visit, they had moved here when another branch of the company opened here. He couldn’t stomach seeing them or the kids they eventually had, ones that she had always told him she never wanted.

“Oh, we’re not together anymore, but I’m well. Business is good, keeping myself busy.” He replied shortly, watching the small cat crawl over to his lap for some attention. 

The sharp inhale from your mouth made him look up, “Shit, sorry, I had no idea.” 

“No, no! Don’t worry about it, it’s been almost 10 years, I’ve been riding solo since.” He laughed, watching your shoulder deflate any tension, “Tell me about college?”

“Saint Mary’s is nice, I like my professors and the classes are interesting. I’ve made a lot of nice friends there, but it’s an all girls school so not too much fun.” You began, shrugging and looking downward, messing with the friendly cat’s tail, “There’s a boys school nearby, but they’re…”

Awaiting your continuation, Steve watched thoughtfully, remembering how much he hated when people asked him questions, but wouldn’t even look him in the face. Realizing this, blood rushed to your cheeks as his hazel eyes glistened in your direction. 

“Immature. They’re very annoying.” You giggled, startling the cat who scurried off, but Steve joined your amusement.

“Makes sense, your dad and I were annoying then.” He mused, thinking about how many choices he made in the 1980s would lead him to now.

“Then?” You teased as his eyes rolled, Eddie re-enter the room with a hand covering his chest at your commentary with a dramatic scoff. 

Joining the conversation, the three of you talked until your stomachs rumbled, deciding to head out for dinner. Taking you three to the same restaurant as when he was younger, Eddie waved to his favorite waitress and slid into the booth.

Cramming in years of information into an hour seems difficult, but the three of you tried your best, making the time go by quickly before and after eating. You spoke eloquently for your age, posture straight naturally and carrying yourself well. Steve noticed these things and how your eyes kept lingering on him, but it was either him, Eddie, or the napkin holder to look at.

The wine they served wasn’t as strong as the one from before, but it was decent, getting them a bit buzzed. Your birthday had just passed, making this one of the first times you were able to order alcohol, making Eddie complain about how many gray hairs he had.

The air was crisp, nipping at your cheeks and nose as you rushed to Eddie’s black truck with full stomachs. Steve gave you the front seat, watching your profile glisten against the moonlight, seeing hints of Eddie’s features on you, including his tongue poking habit.

An abrupt shriek came from Eddie’s phone, fumbling with it as he flipped it open, hitting the green button. A quick voice could be made out from the other side as you looked back at Steve, shrugging and turning around. His work voice made you hold back a laugh, having to sound much more authoritative than he ever really had to get with you. 

Slamming the phone shut with a groan, he stopped at the red light and rubbed his palms down his face. Slapping his hands on the wheel when it switched to green, he went forward and took a turn down the next street.

“Some idiots fucked up one of the machines so I have to go run and fix it, I’ll just drop you guys off.” He huffed, “I swear, I hire these young people because they know about technology, but they’re the ones who break it!”

The rant lands them in front of the house, giving you and Steve an escape route as he drives away quickly. You both looked at each other for a second before erupting in laughter, making your way towards the front door, “Shit, I thought he was going to blow a blood vessel.” 

When you unlocked the door, Steve held the door open, letting you go through first as you both resumed your places on the couch. The T.V. had been left on showing sitcom reruns, a laugh track coming from the boxed machine. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen him that mad since I jokingly told him I was pregnant!” You joked, plopping on the couch, turning the channel to MTV.

“Jesus, don’t joke about that! Besides giving him a heart attack, you might speak it into existence.” He warned, thinking about how Eddie probably verged a panic attack when you said that to him. 

You scoffed, letting your arms fall at your sides, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t really have to worry about that.” 

“What do you mean-” Steve started before catching himself, cheeks flushing bright red,  “Oh, fuck. Sorry. You’re a pretty girl, it’ll happen event- Shit, that’s even weirder, sorry.”

“It’s okay! That wine must have been stronger than we thought.” You remarked, eyes watching the bright colors of the cartoon television bumpers. After a few minutes of just static filled cable, you yawned, excusing yourself to bed for the night. 

Once you left the room, he threw his head back, wincing at his own stupidity from moments before. The scene replayed in his brain, hoping it wasn’t humiliating or creepy for you to basically confirm your virginity to a man almost twice your age. He had to talk to you again, he figured apologizing would make things worse, so he settled for small talk. 

Walking up the big plush stairs, he had vaguely remembered the layout of the home after one visit as he drove through on his way back home. As he walked down the long hallway, he heard a soft breath, making him stop. 

His hairs stood as he heard a gentle moan, followed by just a hint of wetness, looking at the wooden door to his left that had a bedazzled tiara on it that lost many of the jewels. His tipsy mind made his feet inch closer, careful of the potential of the floorboards squeaking, but not realizing the fatal flaw in the house's design.

The door creaked open as the wooden panels bumped the bottom, making both of you jump in surprise. You had changed into panties and an oversized shirt, now bringing your knees to your chest.

“Shit, sorry! I came up here to talk because I felt bad about making things awkward, but I think I just made things worse!” He revealed, looking everywhere, but your face. Fidgeting in place, his fight or flight was failing him and he could only think of the noises he heard moments before. 

“Wait Steve!” You called, relaxing your legs to stretch in front of you, making his eyes cascade down them to your fuzzy yellow socks, “I have a question.”

“Uh, what? What do you need?” He sighed, blocking his view with his hands on his eyebrows, hoping the blood pumping through his veins went north instead of south. 

Except he didn’t hear you speak, just the squeaking of your mattress and footsteps until your socks could be seen. Cautiously moving his hand, he looked at you as you tucked loose hair behind your ear. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he smelled the faintest scent of sex and red wine from your stained lips, leaning against the doorframe.

“Sorry, I’m just curious, when did you have sex for the first time?” You spoke softly, unintentionally making his heart beat faster.

“I was 15, her name was Shelley. She was my second girlfriend.” He confessed, thinking of her and how it felt his first time. It went as smooth as first times go, losing it in her bedroom and having to be quiet because her parents were down the hall. 

You sighed, turning around to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge. Looking up in confusion, he slipped off his scuffed up white Nikes before walking on your pink carpet. He knew this was no man’s land, looking at the framed photos and posters on the walls.

“It’s okay to be a virgin, it’ll happen at the right time.” He assures, sitting beside you, hiking up his jeans by the thighs. His hand found your knee, squeezing it innocently until he remembered your barely clothed state. 

You tensed then relaxed beneath his grasp, turning towards him and smelling his potent aftershave. His fingers curled against your soft skin, his morals melting into a puddle as he looked at your fresh face. 

“I want you to fuck me, Steve.” You pronounced, a bit taken aback by your boldness, but not missing the way he jolted yet remained seated. 

“Sweetheart, we can’t-” Steve began, shaking his head and having his brown locks fall in front of his face. His hair was slightly shorter than it was in his 20s, cutting it as he entered the 90s, but it still framed his face.

“Steve, please, I won’t tell. I swear.” You promised, the growing heat between your legs becoming more intolerable, squeezing your thighs.

As badly as he wished he had gotten up, walked downstairs, and slept on the couch until Eddie returned. He found himself meeting your lips, feeling the warmth of your skin radiating before he cupped your cheek.

You turned your body towards him, climbing onto his lap and feeling the bump growing underneath his pants. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him in fiercely, his coarse hands finding your bottom. The clean cotton meeting your delicate skin made his hips flex, falling onto his back before flipping you over.

Sitting up on his knees, your hands beat him to his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Your hands trailed to his happy trail, his stomach poking slightly over his jeans that grew with age. He was about to question the sexuality of it until he saw your eyelids droop. 

His belt came off quickly, followed by the awkward removal of his jeans, making you stifle a laugh. He took your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your tits, pert from arousal. The realization that he was likely the first one to see them made him harder, his boxers becoming tighter as he squeezed your chest. 

His hands went below your waistband, finding how silky your folds were, dipping to feel your slick. Your body pressed against his with a whimper, his thick fingers infiltrating your cunt as it gripped like a vice. 

Tucking your face against his neck, your gentle sounds went through his ears as his fingers thrusted into your small walls. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in small circles to excelerate your need. 

His mouth practically watered at tasting you, letting his tongue trace every line and nerve. He thought of your hands lacing through his hair and tugging as you cried at how good it would feel, how you had never felt so good. But you were already trying to wiggle his boxers down, your pussy craving something more.  

Taking his hands away, he ripped them off, making you moan louder than any of his touches. His muscles flexed, throwing the torn fabric against the wall before discarding his own underwear while straddling you on his knees. Your mouth dropped at his size, a pretty red with precum spouting from the slit and balls heavy from years of his own hand. 

“You sure you want this, sweetheart? A pretty girl like you could get any of those boys at school.” He questioned, knowing that you really could pull any guy in Indiana if you wanted, but you reached for his cock cautiously. You gave it a few tugs, twisting your wrist and gaining a rhythm that made his eyes roll back. 

“I want you inside me, I know you can treat me better. Please.” You begged, finding yourself growing more desperate as his length grew heavier in your grasp. Chills ran down his spine when you scooted down on the bed to put your lips on his tip, sucking it tentatively. 

His gut flexed, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard and the other hand cupping your cheek. The velvety feeling of your cheeks put him on the brink, the years without touch now weighing on him as you looked up at him, hungry. 

Slipping his hands beneath your arms, he dragged you up swiftly as you squeaked, his strength being exerted as he spread your legs. His motions were fast, his eyes blown with eagerness, but just as he was about to run himself up your lower lips, he froze.

“I don’t have condoms, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife.” He admitted, slightly embarrassed that he had remained celibate for nine years. He had tried dating, but it was hard to move on from what he went through, opting to bury himself in his work and buy one hell of a fleshlight. 

“I can take an after pill, I’ll go to the store right after.” You compromised, pulling him closer as your chests went flush against each other. His heavy breathing only escalated as he took the hand not holding him up to guide himself against your heat, keeping eye contact.

Attempting to look down and avoid his intense gaze, he only nudged you to upkeep the intimacy, making you crumble. He bumped against your opening, gasping as the mushroom tip persevered through, making him choke out a moan. 

You felt his soft curls as he thrusted slowly, trying to help you grow accustomed to his size. He hushed your faint cries, kissing your head before your lips. Your nose was still cold from the bitter weather, meeting his warm one while his tongue grazed your lower mouth. 

Parting your mouths to adjust the position, let gasps leave both of you, his pace becoming longer as he tried to fit at least half of himself in. You tugged on his hair as he reached a pleasurable part inside you, causing him to nip your lip. When he pulled away, you whimpered, but relaxed onto the mattress.

“That’s it, huh? Found your special spot? Your little fingers couldn’t get all the way up here, could they? I’m not even all the way in.” He teased, holding your hip firmly to create a tempo, finding the same placement that kept making you moan. 

Nodding frantically, you opened your eyes to see his bore into yours, feeling the situation grew far more intimate and intense than expected. He moved your left knee up, letting his naval hit at your clit at a perfect angle. 

“Deeper, fuck me deeper.” You breathlessly requested, mewls falling out as he obliged, his balls just reaching your ass, “You feel so good.”

He faltered, biting his lip to refrain from letting go too soon, counting to five in his head before picking back up. Your hands fell to your chest, toying with your sensitive nipples as your body trembled. 

Looking up at him with wide eyes, he saw the nervousness in them, as if the reality of the situation began to hit as your orgasm crawled closer. He felt a tug in his heart, softening his expression and taking one of your breasts in his palm.

“Do you feel good?” He pondered and was met with a nod, “Then you’re okay. Just let it happen.”

As if he had bewitched your body, your orgasm came shortly after, making your body heat rise and mind go blank. Somehow, Steve was able to hold off, working you through your finish until you came back to reality, whimpering at the sensitivity of his touch.

He felt himself growing closer, his balls and lower gut tightening, pressing himself against your tummy to feel a subtle movement beneath. He was fully submerged, your come making his dick glide smoother. 

You gripped his bicep, putting your damp forehead against his, feeling encapsulated by euphoria as you knew he grew closer. He gritted his teeth, edging himself to make this moment last as long as possible.

“Come inside me, fill me up.” You pleaded, his head snapping up, bewildered to the point of amusement.

“Don’t say things like that. I won’t be able to contain myself.” He rationalized, but your hormones were desperate for it, as if the world would stop spinning if he didn’t. You pressed his cheek to yours, your lips just at his ear, his warm breath hitting your shoulder.

“Fill me up Steve, fuck a baby into me, make me yours.” As the words left your mouth, the rope of his sanity was severed, taking both your knees and shoving them to the bed. 

Those few words are ones he had been waiting for for years, all his rationality and judgment was discarded to the side. There would be a plethora of pieces to pick up as soon as he would finish, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to care. The primal need to pump you full had created tunnel vision.

The once gentle pace was replaced by a brutal one, his balls smacking harshly against the shell of your ass as you wailed. You stuttered on your own noises, rubbing your bundle of nerves as he obliterated your cunt, borderline bruising your cervix. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you as you gawked at the way his veins poked from his neck and hands. With a few more thrusts, he moaned brokenly as his come coated your walls and your second orgasm met his. His hand shoved yours away, rubbing quickly to the point of overstimulation, wiggling.

His body fell on top of yours, your arms wrapping around him tightly as he did the same, twisting to lay on his side. He let his softening cock fall from your cunt, feeling his own release covering himself as it poured out.

There were no words to explain what had occurred in the past hour, letting your foreheads touch in silence with closed eyes for a moment. Steve had to recoup before he even tried to act normal and he didn’t forget it was your first time, stroking your hair.

The bed felt cold when he got up, grabbing his underwear and disappearing for the bathroom. Though his touch had just been introduced, you were craving it instantly, feeling a bit like a lost puppy.

He returned with a wet cloth, wiping between your legs delicately, making you blush fiercer than when he was plowing into you. Once he had soaked most of it up, he tossed it into your laundry basket on the other side of the room, grabbing a clean pair of panties and shirt from the floor to help you redress. 

“I’m sorry if I got a little intense.” He mumbled out as your head poked through the white shirt, seeing his bashfulness at his behavior. You gifted him a small smile, mumbling that you liked it through a yawn, tired eyes fluttering. 

“I’m gonna go back downstairs, let me know if you need anything, okay?” Steve explained, kissing your head and bringing the blanket up to your chest, “Also, make sure you go to the bathroom, you can get a UTI if you don’t.”

He chuckled at the scrunch of your nose, walking to his own discarded clothes and putting them back on. The sweat made his jeans a bit harder to put on, thankful he chose a loose shirt for the day, snatching his Nikes he had left by the door on the way out. 

He needs to stay in fucking New York.

[blacknwhitemood]

Depeche Mode - Condemnation / finding video's location "near God"

It was only 3 days after the Memento Mori concert in March, when I learned that Condemnation video was made in Hungary, not far from Budapest, near Göd, in a small village's border, Göd-Újtelep. When I wrote about it to @mijamija1234, she suggested that what if I visited its location? I liked the idea, I've started to make a research. Later I found some colored photos on Göd-Újtelep's website (under this text) and I posted them with words "Condemnation’s video was made near Göd". @mftm1987's reblog tag was hilarious: #well sure it was made near god. I felt love with the concept, so this is my "project's" name: Near God.

The only screenshot from the video (1st pic above) that I can use for finding the location is not very helpful, considering that it happened more than 30 years ago. 31 exactly. In 28th of July, 1993 the band and Corbijn went "into the f---ing woods" early in the morning after the day of they Devotional Tour concert in Budapest. Dave talked about it the gig's night in NME, while Gavin Martin was making his long interview:

I won’t even sleep tonight. I’ve got to get up and go and do some… I’ve got to go off with (Anton) Corbijn into the f---ing woods and do the ‘Condemnation’ bit. But, really, I have fun with doing that. It’s just the eight o’clock morning, you gotta get over it.

I quoted from this article first time here, my updated daves-first-tattoo post (scroll to the middle). Another source, Daryl Bamonte, Devotional Tour Diary, Bong magazine, 1994:

It was a long trek from Belgium yesterday, and we had to drive out into the Hungarian countryside today for Anton to shoot the “CONDEMNATION” video. Dave seemed to spend most of the day being dragged around by Sam and Hildia. He wasn’t complaining though. It could have been the other way round…

Near God

It's not easy to find a DM video's location (except Strangelove), Corbijn preferred countryside for his videos and the nature mostly in different countries in Europe (e.g. Belgium, France, Switzerland, Portugal, Scotland) or in the U.S. Hungary is famous for its "puszta", which is similar to prairie. Before the single's releasing he could shoot the clip during the tour. They stayed 3 days in Hungary, I read somewhere that Corbijn choosed Göd's area for the reason being very close to the capital. On imdb.com it is simply Göd.

I was searching for those dirt roads from the screenshot with the Google relief map, impossible task. 31 years. I googled many times a day if I got some new inspiration, suddenly I found a person on facebook who commented Göd's page' photo of the day: she was there in her 14 years, "half of Göd was there". I wrote to her, 3 days later she answered that she would help. Wow.

We met today and spent only 40 minutes together. She and her husband took me from the railwaystation on a truck to the location that she remembered - and of course that become famous in the village. She told me the short story: "My friend's sister was a big fan. We didn't have phones that time, someone brought the news by bike, no one believed that. Later many cars went to the place with 50-80 fans. We were hanging on the fence, like the children in the video. There were huge reflectors, the shooting took until the evening. Now there is a big battery factory in the fields."

When we arrived, we walked to a small road but it didn't resemble to the video's for the first sight. In fact it is a huge field with woods around, at the end of the road there was the factory, "It was built on that hill on the picture" she told. She was sure, so we took some funny photos with the printed screenshot (at the background with their truck), I wanted to walk more to find a better view but it was a very hot Summar day and my guide didn't have much time. To the right on this map I marked the point where we took the photos:

I think the trip was worth it. All this area from the village to the woods down was the location of the video making. 31 years later the fence with the small cabin and the sunflower field disappeared but there still have straw bales, dirt roads and habitants who remember.

The single released 6 weeks later, on 13 September 2013. Although MTV played the clip on time, its DVD version released much later in 2002 on Depeche Mode - Videos 86>98+ (I ordered the very last piece of it from Antal). This DVD originally released in 1999 but without the clip, you can find a live version instead of (I have the 2000 edition), because - it is said - Corbijn wasn't quite satisfied with the final result, the band seemed too tired in the video, especially Dave.

I love this song. Not my favourite, but it's in my DM top 20. One of its reasons that the video was shooted in Hungary and Dave loves it. He has frequently mentioned Condemnation as one of his favourite songs. In this interview from 2006 you can hear directly from him at 00:37. As fandom.com wrote, Dave still gets goosebumps when he recalls recording the song:

I immediately knew the song. It wasn't necessarily completely accurate to the way Martin wrote the melody line or the phrasing or the timing. I just sang it, and [after] I sang it, the tape stopped rolling and it went on quiet. I've got my headphones on and I hear [producer] Flood's voice go, 'Yeah, I mean, you could do another one. But I think we got it.' / 2021, Exclaim!

Well, at Memento Mori Tour they sang to us twice in Budapest, in 28 July, 2023 (yes, this day <3) together with 50000 people and in 26 March, 2024 to 16000 happy fans. Honestly, I like Waiting For The Night much better, I really wanted to hear it live, I hoped that they don't sing the same song at the same city as first encore duett, Condemnation is difficult to sing, they've sung Waiting For much often at this tour... but I was wrong. I was confused with my feelings, I was disappointed. I was looking for the answers of they decision, and later I understood that somehow Hungary might mean Condemnation to them. They gifted us with Dave's favourite song. Twice.

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Sunny

Information and speculation about a concept that Clown has made clear is no longer part of the project.

Notes gathered from Tumblr/Clown’s posts:

Was a bird character in early stages of development for WH.  Sunny was a brazilian (?) bird that was bilingual.  He was pictured with maracas.  

Sunny was dating Frank, which leads everyone to say that Sunny is Frank’s ex.

Sunny had a bright and friendly personality, and served as a foil to Wally.

Wally would have eventually murdered Sunny to hide his secrets.  

Clown stated that Sunny was created as a sort of hero character, but over time, Clown believed that the story shouldn’t have a hero. 

Sunny would save everyone by exposing Wally.  

Concept photos show Sunny on the phone, as a foil to Frank (opposites)

On the sticker sheet, Sunny’s name is upside down, which led my partner to turn the image upside down, which gives us a 9 instead of the 6 we were looking at.

Partner also mentioned that the other characters are holding their numbers, but Sunny’s is in his mouth.

We wondered if Sunny wasn’t going to be resurrected and become the 9th neighbor or a ghost or something, but Clown has been very insistent that Sunny is gone and no longer part of the project. (in light of conversations tonight, I might have been speculating about the wrong neighbor as a ghost)

Could Clown be throwing us off?

 “Some say Home is the 9th neighbor” some say because others say Sunny was the 9th neighbor?

Edit: the guestbook has a comment that says "where did the 9th neighbor go?"

But, there is a phone without an owner and it looks old and beat up (also, made of wood).  Could this be Sunny’s phone?  The phone/card illustration (opposites) shows him on a red phone, and he is #6, where Frank is 3 (also yellow).  

I’m not sure if the you’re free/i’m sorry graphic is Clown’s.  It really looks like their style and resembles art I have seen of Frank (insert image of Frank with female hands in front of him) and also Wally (hand coming out of his mouth)

You’re Sunny, You’re Free:  This image shows Sunny looking heroic, obviously behind some kind of door, with each character’s hands touching him.  Could be in fear, supplication, pushing?  The lightened image shows the many sets of eyes on this guy. 

Looks like the notes on Sunny's shirt

On the site, one of the first pictures in the roll was an ad for some Playfellow products, with a blank spot and letter write overs.  Let me tell you, from the beginning I have been obsessed with clarifying some of these images, and I have learned how to use photoshop way better as a result of my obsession:

When I first manipulated this image, I was convinced that there was some kind of Moon-headed guy there in the dark.  I could see a crescent moon shape.  I was convinced (and I wrote some about) that there was some kind of moon character to balance out Sally’s character, as there are sun and moon combos around.  

But when I really started thinking about Sunny, I looked at this and thought, not a crescent moon, a beak.  Sunny was pushed out of this ad, because he was pushed out of the show/reality/whatever.  Sally comes in as his replacement.  For the life of me, I can’t think of why Clown wouldn’t have just called the new character Sunny.  After all, she is the sun.  

This could all be wishful thinking because I really like this character.  When compared with the other characters, Sunny is fun and cool.  Plus, Sally is an actor who came in on a deus ex machina (fell from the sky, OK).  She is another kind of petty and weird character who just replaced this other guy, almost like an actor in a recast role.  

Sunny image/ad for fisher price people style toy.  The neighborhood exists and the children have seen it.

“The Neighborhood”; Sunny.  The Neighborhood’s happiest little blue bird flies in with a dance in his heart!  It’s like he’s really here!  So we’re going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it! we’re going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it! we’re going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it! we’re going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it! You’re  going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it! You’re  going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it!  You’re  going to get rid of it for good! We’re all going to get rid of it!

I think it is very possible that Sunny will make another appearance. Maybe he will only appear as a memory.  

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: Saki Sanobashi

[Here is the next entry in my journey across the multiverse (backstory here). This entry is from what I’ve dubbed Earth-4444. In this universe, it seems like I’ve actually spent a lot more time talking about anime than I have in this universe, and I seem to have some level of respect if the jealousy-inducing note count on the posts are any indication. Maybe I chose the wrong field. Anyway, here’s Weeb Michael’s review of something that’s probably not real in our world, but is definitely real in his. The above image was not originally attached to his review, but as it turns out I can’t save photos across dimensions. Very inconvenient.]

Last week I talked about the codifier of animated tentacle porn, The Legend of the Overfiend, a film that actually managed to subvert its own reputation in a lot of ways. It is a film that actually showed the horror of being fucked by tentacles as opposed to using it for mere eroticism. Now, tonight, I’m going to talk about yet another piece of Japanese animation with a rather edgy reputation that precedes it, and yet might be one of the most unique, bizarre, and even startlingly philosophical works to come out of 80s anime.

I am, of course, talking about Saki Sanobashi, or Go for a Punch as it was known when it originally was localized. There’s an interesting story here: This did not come to America through legal means at first, being distributed as a bootleg at conventions for years due to the graphic content making it seemingly unfeasible to get out normally. It wouldn’t be until 2015 when the OVA saw any sort of physical demand, mainly due to fan demand as well as the spreading knowledge that the OVA had influenced many big names in the industry, most notably Hideaki Anno. Because of this, the OVA has been dubbed by many “The Evangelion of Guro,” and in some regards this is not an unfair comparison.

It’s actually fascinating how philosophical this work manages to be. The plot is rather simple, featuring five girls trapped in a bathroom with no obvious means of escape, and from there the five women contemplate their situations, delving into intricate discussions of their place in the universe, the concept of destiny, the cruelty of the world, and even Gnosticism. You can definitely see how this helped inspire Evangelion in certain regards, especially with the use of religious imagery in cryptic ways that may or may not mean anything at all. You can also see how it influenced Silent Hill in some regards, though obviously Jacob’s Ladder still deserves the credit far more.

The animation is horrifyingly well done. It very much resembles the sort of things that Miyazaki was making at the time, so of course this makes it all the more unsettling when you see the girl’s mental states deteriorate to the point where they gruesomely and graphically commit suicide. The level of detail put into the gore is just nauseatingly incredible, and the deaths themselves truly live up to their infamous reputation. Of particular note is one of the girls bashing her head repeatedly against the wall, slamming harder and harder until her head cracks. Even worse, though, is the one girl who tears her own throat out with her bare hands--and yes, we get a lovely closeup. It’s rather telling the tamest death is an assisted drowning.

Not everything is perfect, though. The original dub, the one that landed this work into infamy, is rather low quality, and lends a rather narmy quality to the proceedings. The 2015 redub, which was done with professionals, is much better, and it’s understandable given the circumstances of the original release, but it certainly can be jarring to see such flat line reads punctuated by shit you’d see in Higurashi. It’s also a little bit too short for my liking; at only a little over thirty minutes, it just seems to go by too quickly. While it certainly doesn’t misuse what little it gets, and manages to make you really care for these poor girls in record time, I think this definitely could have benefitted from a little extra runtime. The 2015 release does include an extended cut that’s an hour long that feels so much more fleshed out and even features an unsettling ending that seems to hint at the cyclical nature of time (something discussed at length in one of the more poignant added scenes), but if we’re talking about the original, infamous iteration of the anime, it’s a victim of its own runtime.

Overall, I’d say this is one of the more interesting pieces of animation to come out of the 1980s. I certainly wouldn’t call it one of the greatest of all time, but it certainly managed to leave an incredible mark on the anime industry. It’s honestly hard to imagine what it would look like without this OVA, honestly; it’s a niche, underground production that managed to rise to lofty heights due to fan demand and the influence of bigger artists, so it certainly did something right. Definitely check it out if you’re big into anime history like me, or if you’re really into gory stuff. You definitely won’t be disappointed in that case. Frankly, even if it’s not my favorite work by any means, I find it really hard to imagine an anime landscape that looks as good as it does without this work’s shockingly wide influence. 

[lacunasbalustrade]

I'd say one of the hardest things about social media that's difficult to be honest about is this:

we all want to be bffs. we want to have that unbreakable connection and bond with our mutuals. we want irl meetups and daily interaction and we want to feel like we belong to each other beyond the screen; and we need it to be proven to us through those likes and reblogs and comments.

and a lot of times that is not given to us because we simply aren't a part of their integrated life. that's difficult to accept. it's difficult to feel like you're throwing everything you are in front, like a peddler offering your wares, and no one is there.

patience is hard to learn.

you want someone to pop into your DMs first because you're shy. maybe you wish they would bring up that project the two of you were working on without you prompting. you want to feel like they are investing something and it's not just you speed-running towards them and babbling to a silent statue. that voice can get really loud sometimes.

but it's always worth it whether they end up reciprocating or not. obviously we would like to be true mutuals. obviously we would like that deep connection. rejection can still teach us invaluable things, and people can be beautiful whether they love you or not, whether you're precious to each other or not. even if you're not in the group photo, sitting behind them and seeing how they grow is still worth it. same thing with how we appreciate the fandoms of our mutuals that we're not in.

not trying means you'll never be reached out to. if you are let's be honest you didn't deserve it. and that's exactly why the concept of 'grace' and 'salvation' exist. if you do get that chance...if you're lucky enough to be the one they chase after.... don't ever let it down.

there are people who are afraid of appearing petty when they wonder why their post has fifteen or less notes. every single notification is a blessing. a single follower is a miracle. and it hurts whenever you've been steadfastly interacting with someone and they don't deign to respond back. don't say that it's seeking attention. does wanting someone to like you online have any difference from wanting someone to like you in real life? no. no matter if they say not to take it personally. it's still a rejection.

rejection is inevitable. sometimes it's for the better. rejection is at the very least a clean cut. it's a lot easier than holding out to see if they'll ever reply to you. if we're being real drunk / feeling down tonight, we might even admit that you feel like the bad guy talking to them first when they so clearly need their space.

and it's so truly difficult to be honest about these things. you don't want to show them the needy side of yourself. you don't want to ramble. you don't want to appear as manipulative as you fear you are. you have your pride. often it can be liberating and not as scary as you thought it would, to be truthful and own up to your own behaviour, good or bad, instead of shirking from it. there are people who do this so easily, I'm almost blinded.

so I'm trying. faith in being able to get up without them, can sustain you through the emptiness of wondering where the hell they are. belief that they're good people. that's the validity you need to wait on them. wanting to make this a fruitful relationship. online or offline, this still applies. it's why we wait in line at coffee shops. everyone has their priorities and loving is knowing you won't always be the first but making them one of yours anyway, platonically or otherwise.

[zanycrusadetraveler]

Do you Know enough Old-Timey Words to Read your Grandparents Love Letters.

Giselle from "Enchanted" becomes disenchanted when she enters the Big Apple and learns that love is more complicated than it is in her fairy-tale world. A good general knowledge and a strong trivia background show a deeper understanding of the world around us, of events past and present, of politics or even economics. This song by Australian New Wave band Men At Work topped charts around the world. The '80s were a wild time for music, with New Wave and Arena Rock dominating the airwaves. However, "relative" dating or time can be an easy concept for students to learn. Can he still turn back to a human - a better human? It’s not to say that something not-so-serious cannot turn into dating, but you most definitely can’t assume it will. But will he choose this exciting path for himself even if it means deceiving his wife, Helen (aka Elastigirl)? Will he learn to put his selfish desires aside and help Moana restore the heart, even if it means losing his magic powers? If your dating profile has a photo that also shows up on your Instagram or Facebook account, it will be easier for someone to find you on social media.

With these cute love quotes, you'll find it all. Bookish Belle falls in love with Beast, but she also has to prove her dad isn't crazy - well, not too crazy. We love the same movies. I remember when my family was in the same boat. Maybe you just haven't found your type yet, but don't worry, because a lot of people are in the same boat. Not only does this process bring back the charm of face-to-face meet-ups-no more being ghosted online by a Tinder match-the time restriction is also in sync with our strenuous day-to-day lives where one would prefer steering clear of indulging in hours of meaningless conversations with people. Soft cheese is what you need, so pick the best one! Neither, I'm just the quiet one. Neither, I'm too broke for Christmas gifts! The app also comes with some fun built-in games that work well as ice-breakers, including Trivia, Draw Party and a multiplayer version of Flappy Bird.

No way, my family comes first! Getting our family pictures. Which member of the British royal family would you most like to wed? Per People, the trio went on a family vacation to Georgia with Affleck's three children and their dogs. אולסטאר אסקורט Perhaps you've gone to therapy, attended online support groups for divorcing people, or just spent a lot of time working through it yourself. Any time is a good time for this! It's up to Buzz Lightyear to remind Woody that he's a toy and that's a good thing! Andy from the first three "Toy Story" films grows up and heads off to college. Wash the head, ears, and neck first. Our first kiss during the ceremony. Disney movies may be predominantly fairy tales, but they're also human tales. Since the 1937 film "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs," Disney characters have had to face some tough choices - and we're not talking choices like "Should I take the pumpkin or the squash carriage to the ball tonight?" The reason the Disney movies resonate with audiences so much is because people can identify with the characters' dilemmas, even when they don't always agree with their decisions.

Yes, you have to say, "Please" and "Thank you" to your boo! Yes, but I never tell anyone that. I’m eddysosam3. I have registered on the Asian dating site because I wish to meet now a woman who is confident, secure and happy. When she talked to an agent at her regional FBI office, she says, they took her report - and told her that a woman in the next town had lost $800,000. For more information about when to change cardinality, see Understanding additional options. For more information about when to make a particular relationship active, see Understanding additional options. More excitingly, 20 free credits are offered to each new user, and it’s enough to try some services on the site. Are you hip to enough old-timey words to read them, though? So don't hesitate to keep looking if the man you are dating is not ready to ratchet up the relationship. Are Mongol nomads all nihilists at thirteen?

[love4hobi]

one thing about jhope is that he will always leave u wanting more 🤤

[mendesblurb]

Hey, i hope you're doing good girlie 💕 so I got back from my trip to Toronto and thought of the story concept - Shawn bringing his girl to Toronto for the first time, showing her around, bringing her to his favorite places, going to his childhood home, etc. And in general, him being a cute bf, fixing her hair after wind messes it up, opening the door for her, holding her hand, small pecks on the lips everywhere they go 🥺Thanks 😊

Toronto Moments

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warning ⚠️: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: This took me forever so sorry lol, but do let me know what you think about my attempt 😅.

One

After getting cleaned up and gathering for a hearty dinner, everyone retires to their bedrooms for the night. You settle in bed, running your hands over the soft bedspread when you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Not to your surprise, Shawn pokes his head through the door and enters the room.

“Thought you could use a few pre-bedtime snuggles.”

“Like we didn’t get enough of that today,” You tease.

“Hey…” He climbs into bed next to you, “I have been so busy with rehearsals. I want to make up for the lost time.” He smiles, leaving a trail of kisses down your collarbone before setting to your lips.

“Hmm…Am I actually going to get any sleep tonight?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you get some much-deserved shut-eye,” He chuckles, “You’ll need it. I’ve planned a big day in the city for us tomorrow.”

Shawn switches off the light, and you rest your head against his chest, drifting to sleep almost immediately.

Two

“Cmon, I want to show you something.”

Shawn takes your hand in his and leads you around behind one of the enormous-looking trees, hidden away from the rest of the crowd.

“And.. what attraction is this?”

“The most memorable of all,” He grinned, “Where I had my first kiss.”

“Ah, yes,” You chuckle, “Against an old tree, how charming.”

“Hey, don’t laugh!” He playfully tells you, “I have a lot of good memories at this park.”

“And was your first kiss one of them?”

“Was my first kiss a good memory?” He pondered for a moment, “I suppose so. I remember spending the entire day gathering up the courage to make it happen. I was so nervous, but one thing led to another; we leaned against this tree to hide so we could hide from our friends, then my hand moved to brush her hair off her face and…voila, the first kiss.

“That’s an aggressively wholesome story.”

“What about you? Do you have a good first kiss story?”

“My first kiss was at a ridiculous spin the bottle game,” You shrugged, “Not nearly as sweet or private, for that matter.”

“Well…Why don’t we have a do over?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, Shawn,” You purse your lips and put a finger to your chin as if you were contemplating.

“Come here, you,” gently, he pushes you up against the tree and gives you a long, slow kiss. He pulls you against him, deepening the kiss, “Alright, this do-over is already better than the original one.”

“Good to know,” He wraps his arms around you and presses his body closer to yours. Your breath hitches as a trail down the curve of your throat. You flutter with giggles as he swings you around before pinning you against the tree again. His mouth feels hot against yours, one hand tracing your cheek and the other sliding around your waist, “More?”

“Yes, please.”

He leans down, kissing you again, long and slow, nibbling at your lower lip.

Three

"And this is Shawn’s first day of school."

Shawn walked in, heard his mom, and promptly freaked out. He walked quickly, not running, to the living room and found his mom and you sitting on the couch, both cozy-looking and just staring at the album of photos.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Oh! Shawn, you're home! Good. I was getting to know Y/n."

"If you're getting to know Y/n, then why are you showing him pictures of me?"

Shawn was truthfully embarrassed. He was an awkward-looking kid with crooked braces and that weird-looking haircut.

He didn't want you to see all of that yet. But regardless, he made his way over and sat on the other side of you anyway. The three of you looked down at him wearing his cute oversized shirts or him dancing awkwardly at that one Christmas party.

"Look how cute you were!" You bumped his shoulder affectionately.

"Were?"

“Well," You giggle, “Don’t worry, you still are."

Four

You and Shawn stroll around his hometown, admiring the city's lights at night. Together you share a companionable silence; the air feels cool and refreshing against your skin.

Although the shops along the street are closed for the night, people are still walking, laughing, and talking with their significant others.

“It’s even more beautiful than I’d imagine.”

“And yet I think you’re the most beautiful thing here,” He said quietly, lips pressed to your temple.

“Please never stop being so cheesy,” you replied, smiling slightly and kissing the back of his hand.

Five

The weather was foul from the beginning of the day. Dark grey clouds gathered in the sky, and the sun didn’t make its presence known. The wind began to blow, and gradually it began to get stronger and stronger. But that didn’t stop the two of you from taking a stroll around the city.

You find yourself dashing down to the streets and right into the windy weather; his hands are warming yours as you cross the road, and your laughter is ringing through the air.

“Shawn! You’re going too fast!”

You stumble after him, but you don’t worry, you’ll fall. For some reason, you know that he’d catch you if you did.

You eventually reach an awning at the train station across the street, and he whips you around to face him, pulling you close.

You were breathing hard from the mad dash across the street, and your hair was dancing in the wind when you looked back at your boyfriend and found him staring at you intensely, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah..” He smiles at you, reaching out to brush your hair from your forehead and tucking it behind your ear, “I suppose I'm just so happy you’re here with me.”

You catch his hand, lacing your fingers through his and holding it to your cheek, “Thank you for inviting me here.”

Six

Shawn watched as you ran around the park with oreo. The little puppy was scrambling to keep up with you, and your giggles filled his ears and sent a warm sensation throughout his body.

“You are in so deep,” he heard his sister say.

He looked at her puzzled, “What’s wrong with being in love?”

“Nothing. But with you being in love? It’s kinda disgusting.”

Shawn laughed, “How is it disgusting?!”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes, “All you talk about is Y/N. Y/N looks so pretty. She’s such an angel. I’m going to marry her someday. Blah blah.”

“Alright. Alright. I get it. But you can’t blame me for being so in love.”

Aaliyah scrunched her face up, “Again. It’s disgusting.”

“Whatever you talk about your boyfriend in that lovey-dovey way too, whether you admit it or not,” Shawn chuckles and mumbles before turning his attention back to you, who was lightly jogging back up to where they were, “Man! Who knew such a little dog like that would have that much energy.” You sighed, wiping your forehead, and took a seat next to Shawn.

Shawn smiled, pulling you into his embrace, “But it looks like a blast,” He said and began to pepper kisses all over your face, “I love it when I can see my baby having fun.”

“Shawn! I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Don’t care baby, you look so irresistibly cute right now.”

Aaliyah whined, “Ew! You guys, please stop being disgustingly adorable, I’m literally sitting right here!”

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[watermelonlovershigh]

Period On Tour {HSLOT} /blurb/

This story contains: mentions of periods, crying

{ husband!harry - HSLOT Harry era }

word count: 1022

You stay in the dressing room while Harry preforms at his Dallas concert because your period is super painful. Afterwards, Harry takes you to tour bus and helps the pain go away.

(this photo is from harryflorals on instagram)

Unfortunately you got your period the day of the Dallas show that your husband Harry was preforming at. He told you that it was okay if you wanted to stay on the tour bus, but you insisted on staying inside the stadium and be there to support him. Even if you were in tremendous amounts of pain.

Everything was going well up until now, an hour before the show. Your cramps had been mediocre so far but they continuously get worse as the day falls to night and it's almost unbearable. If you were home right now, you know you'd be in bed with a heating pad and fluffy blankets, but you're thousands of miles away and are not able that amount of luxury.

As Harry continued doing some last minute touches to his appearance before he was set to go on stage, you laid in the fetal position on the small sofa in his dressing room, trying not to cry. Your uterus felt like it was being ripped out and you didn't want anyone to see you like this. You didn't want to have the whole of Harry's team knowing you're crying due to your period. It just felt personal and you were only comfortable being that vulnerable with Harry.

Minutes later when Harry was finished getting ready, he walked over to the couch and sat right on the edge. He ran his ringed hand down your arm soothingly and whispered, "You can go lay in our bed on the bus if you'd like. Promise I won't be mad. Just want you to be comfortable is all."

With a low voice, you replied, "I'll be fine in here. I want to be able to at least hear your voice and I can somewhat hear it from in here."

Knowing he can't persuade you to go onto the bus, Harry leant down and kissed your forehead. Then he said quietly, "Okay my love. Let me know if you need anything while I'm out there. You always come first. I love you."

"Love you too Harry and I'll come get you if anything becomes worse. Now go on, go on that stage and sing your heart out." you responded with a fake grin. Half of that was a lie. Of course you loved Harry but you probably wouldn't disrupt him on stage if you needed him. Not unless it was a life or death situation that was. Harry left to head to the stage and you continued to lay on the small sofa in his dressing room, trying to breath through the pain your period has caused.

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Through-out Harry's concert, you had the worst time ever. You thought staying inside the stadium was a good idea so you could at least hear his beautiful voice since you didn't feel well enough to be physically in the crowd like you normally were. But what you figured out was that the loud sounds of all the instruments, mixed with their singing voices and the fans screams, they all gave you a throbbing headache. So a headache to go along with your already bad period cramps was not a good combo.

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You had hot tears running down your face and you were having a hard time breathing due to the amount of pain you were in. Harry came into his dressing room when his concert was over and immediately rushed over to the couch where he could hear your whimpers. Normally after shows, his bandmates would follow him to his dressing room to hang out. But Harry already told them you weren't feeling too well so they knew not to come in tonight. He didn't share specifies as to why you were unwell, knowing you would have felt uncomfortable with them knowing you're on your period.

"Love, what's wrong? Shh, deep breaths darling. Need you to tell me what's wrong." Harry questioned out of breath from just having left the stage, and kneeled down beside you.

"It hurts so bad. My cramps and now my head hurts from the loud music and fans." you cried out.

Right before Harry stood to get changed out his sweaty outfit, he whispered so not to hurt your head, "It's gonna be alright. I'm gonna help the pain go away when we get into the bus. Just give me five minutes and we'll leave. Won't be long as it usually is."

Harry quickly changed into more causal wear and made sure to grab all his stuff, as well as any of your belongings. Then he took out his Green Bay Packers hoody and went back to the couch where you still laid. He helped you sit up and slid the hoody over your head carefully. Once you had his hoody on, Harry slung his bags over his left shoulder and helped you up from the sofa and lifted you in his arms.

Harry left the dressing room if the Dallas stadium with you in his arms, on the way out to the tour bus. You had the hood of the hoody over your face so people didn't see your teary eyes, but your face was already in the crease of Harry's neck so they wouldn't have seen your face anyways. Your arms and legs were wrapped around your husbands body securely. You felt better already, just from being in his hold.

On the bus, Harry plugged in your heating pad and ran to the mini kitchen to fetch you some pain medicine. Then once you were situated, he turned the back rooms lights out and left to take a quick shower because he still stank of sweat. And when he was all cleaned, Harry came to get into bed with you and the bus was off to the next city for the night.

Harry held you through-out the night and your cramps finally went away.

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[rosy-champagne]

Mindlessly, Rosé Fizz tapped a black ink pen rhythmically against the table top, her brows scrunched together as they stared down.

In front of him, a brown napkin with the messy beginnings of a logo scratched hastily over it, slight tearing where the pen carved the concept into the paper. Beside their elbow was the lunch they set momentarily aside. His hot sandwich was quickly getting cold, Rosé ignoring it in favor for the flashbulb idea quickly leaving her mind. Mumbling to himself, he made shorthand notes on the napkin, scraping arrows against the paper and continuing to rip the poor thing to trash.

🌹     “Maybe if I took this basic approach, but filled out that curve better, and used a font without serifs?”

Rosé stared down once more, eyes darting analytically across the drawing. She should take a photo of this, and work on it digitally when they get home. Gods know that Rosé can’t be trusted to hang onto a napkin that’s moments away from becoming ribbons.

They turn, and reach for their phone (which was beside their still cooling sandwich), and the moment his fingers touch the screen, it vibrates against the table violently, a perfectly timed phone call startling her hand away.

After recomposing themselves, Rosé slid a finger against the screen, and gingerly lifted their phone to their ear.

🌹     “Hello?”

🌹     “...Oh, Candy Heart! Hi, what’s up?”

Rosé shifts in their seat, leaning most of her weight onto one arm as she glances over their shoulder.

🌹     “No, I’m not, I’m getting lunch. Were you looking for me?”

He patiently waits, allowing the cookie on the other line to speak their mind. Candy Heart Cookie was so animated and loud that any cookies walking past could easily hear them through Rosé’s phone. Candy Heart talked for much longer than Rosé anticipated them talking.

When Candy Heart finally seemed to catch their breath, she spoke up.

🌹     “That’s really great! I’m glad to hear that.”

🌹     “Though, was that the only thing you called me for?”

His brows furrowed as he smiled, Candy Heart letting out an audible “oh” before continuing their spiel. Their smile disappeared as quickly as it came, and she started to nervously fumble with their pen, scrambling to find another surface to write notes on. He held the pen to the receipt they received for the sandwich, speaking as he took catalogue of the things Candy Heart listed.

🌹     “...New branding. Okay. It’d be easier to talk about this in person, or maybe over the internet. Are you busy tonight?”

...

🌹     “Next Monday then. I hope that new job goes well, too!”

Their eyes dart down once before they swing their legs over the bench, completely turning away from the table top.

🌹     “Wait, Candy. Before you hang up—…"

Either cookie waited for the other to continue. Rosé Fizz mindlessly fingers the bow hanging from his sweater, trying to find her voice before blurting out their next sentence.

🌹     “We should hang out more. Like, aside from just. Business. Can I see you at the boardwalk reopening?”

🌹     “I don’t know. I consider you a friend at this point. Is that weird?”

A thoughtful silence passed over the two of them.

Candy Heart leaned back, their rolling desk chair squeaking at the displacement in weight. They smiled; eyes trained to the ceiling before crossing one leg over the other.

💜      “No, I don’t think that’s weird at all. I’d love to have you there. It’s Saturday, at noon. I’ll text you the address!"

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[iwadori]

When you fall asleep on FaceTime with the hq boys (iwaizumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Suna, Atsumu)

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Iwaizumi: “babe, what movie are we going to watch next since ponyo is about to finish?” iwaizumi asked you, but didn’t get any response “babe did you hear m- oh, you’re asleep.”

Iwa looked at the camera and smiled fondly, in the least creepiest way he thought you looked beautiful sleeping, angelic. He took a screenshot of the candid moment and ended the call saying “sleep well babe, goodnight.”

Bokuto: it was around 4 am when you were having your FaceTime call, and Bokuto was rambling on about Disney conspiracy theories, which you usually loved to hear. But due to the late well early time of the call, you ended up falling asleep.

However, bokuto didn’t actually notice until you woke at 9 am and said “Bo, you’re still awake?” to which he replied “of course I was just about to talk about how moana was dead all along...”

“Bo go to sleep, love you” you said ending the call and going back to sleep.

Ushijima: He never really liked the concept of FaceTime as he always said “we could just see each other in person,” but on the days when it’s raining or you didn’t have to time to see each other in the day you FaceTimed.

“Y/N today Tendou decided to make us all some chocolate it was very nice, I asked him to make you some for you to try” when you didn’t respond Ushijima thought you were ignoring him or didn’t hear him, until he heard so soft snores which made him realise that you were sleeping. He didn’t really know what the ‘protocol’ was for when someone falls asleep on FaceTime, so he stays on the call until he falls asleep.

Suna: you and Suna FaceTime ALOT, so he isn’t foreign to when you fall asleep, doesn’t mean that he’s nice about it. Suna definitely likes to catch “slips” of you wether when you’re together at school or on a date, he always has his phone out ready to catch a photo of you doing something embarrassing.

He has many videos of you snoring and drooling on FaceTime, he’s even called added Atsumu and Osamu to the call so they can all enjoy your sleeping state. But tonight, after you and Suna watched an episode of rpdr he looks at your face on the camera and thinks ‘god she’s goregous, even when she’s sleeping’ and this time he doesn’t take any videos or pictures or add his friends to see you. He just lets you sleep whispering a soft ‘goodnight,’ ending the call.

Atsumu: when you and Atsumu FaceTimed, it was always late at night as Atsumu claims ‘thats just the best hours for FaceTiming,’ however to prove him wrong you decided to pretend to fall asleep, to see what he would do and to disprove that FaceTiming late at night was better.

“Y/N, today in practice Aran and Suna were telling me that when girls get there periods their skin peels off is that true?” You didn’t respond, as you were trying to pretend that you were asleep. Atsumu looked at your ‘sleeping’ figure then said “PSST PSSST, Samu Samu!” trying to whisper.

“What do u want Tsumu?”

“What do you do when someone falls asleep on FaceTime?”

“Ha did Y/N finally get bored of you and you made her fall asleep.” Samu said laughing

This then triggered an argument between the twins, and you couldn’t withhold your laughter so you broke your ‘sleeping’ state alerting Tsumu who said “Y/N you’re awake great!”

“Yeah Tsumu, this is why we shouldn’t face time late at night since it makes me tir-“

“Anyways back to what I was saying, does your skin peel off when you’re on your period?” He asks interrupting you, you roll your eyes and indulge in his conversations until you both naturally fall asleep.

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Last Legacy: Main 4 with Kids

Hello! This is my first time writing headcanons or anything on my own account, so please be gentle with me. Feel free to send requests for other characters or concepts!

Anisa

Certified Good With Kids! She probably actually babysat when she was younger.

Kids LOVE Anisa.

She’s definitely the “we have food at home” kind of babysitter (unless MC is the one asking for McDonald’s). But when the kids ask for snacks, she goes all out. She cuts the carrot slices into little flowers and makes it fun.

Anisa manages to do everything in a way that the parents would approve of while still making it fun and positive for the kids.

She tells REALLY good bedtime stories. She takes her own experiences with the Starsworn and embellishes them with details from fairytales.

If Anisa is your babysitter, you will have eaten all your veggies, brushed your teeth, and gone to bed on time and you won’t even have noticed because you had so much fun.

She loves babies. If she sees a baby on the street she will stop and compliment it and the mother, coo at them, baby talk, etc.

Knows exactly how to hold babies. She can’t identify every kind of cry, but she is better than the general population at figuring out why a kid is crying and what they want.

I think that whether Anisa would have kids would be dependent on her partner. Also if her partner wanted to or was willing to carry, she would go for that, but if her partner wanted kids but didn’t want to carry a baby she would be willing to take that for them.

Felix

Certified Bad With Kids.

(And not just because Felix and I are really similar and I am bad with kids… aha.)

Kids ask him to play with him and he struggles so hard to not argue with them. He wants to tell them that their storyline is unrealistic, that the characters they’re playing with aren’t named that.

“Actually, that’s Apple Jack, not Sarah, and she is not Flutteryshy’s sister” type beat.

He tries to get the kids to eat healthy stuff. They whine. At first he openly argues with them but then they get upset and he does NOT want to go back and have the kids tell their parents that he made them cry, so ultimately he relents and lets them do whatever they want.

*kid touches him* “........... why is it sticky”

*accidentally refers to kids as “it” all the time*

Bordering on having an anxiety attack when kids spill juice and or crumbs everywhere or have the goopy little mouths.

Felix thinks he would be a bad dad. Not that he for sure doesn’t want kids, especially if he has a loving partner that wants kids and is willing to work with him. But he just feels like it would take an astronomical amount of therapy for him to be ready to be a father.

Tries to relate to kids by sharing his interests! It goes very poorly every time! :) kids do not enjoy animal bones and skin, generally.

Except if there’s one of those chill “creepy” kids that don’t talk and just listen (I’m really just describing like an autistic kid) I think they would vibe (I was the chill creepy autistic kid btw). If the kid started infodumping he would be like “oh, chill.” He starts talking about one of the books he really liked as a kid and this kid is listening and so they just chill.

Overall, his babysitting career is very short.

Sage

FUN UNCLE.

EVERYTHING IS ALLOWED

“MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!”

Your kid comes back home with a double scoop ice cream cone in each hand and bandages all over, they are NOT going to sleep tonight.

Sage is overbearing for shy kids at first, but he feels really bad if he scares anyone. Very gentle if he finds out that the kid needs him to be quieter and slower.

Ends up carrying any kids that don’t really get along with the others, or if they need more comfort.

That photo of Chris Hemsworth holding his kid by the ankle.

Vegetables and bedtimes are for Losers, says Sage.

Parents do not like him. Sage is an absolute last resort babysitter. Parents would rather just cancel their date night, mostly.

Does not know how to hold a baby properly.

Gets WAY too into pretend games. I feel like he never really had a childhood, growing up an orphan and everything. So he really likes to just let his inner child go crazy.

You can dress him in a princess dress and he will be “the prettiest fucking princess you’ve ever seen!”

“Language, Sage!” - Anisa

Had to take care of Tulsi, so he’s good with older kids too.

For angsty teens and tweens, Sage is the best caretaker. He’s a bit bulletproof. Good older brother figure. Both Anisa and Felix would take it too personally.

Probably also thinks he would be a bad dad and doesn’t deserve it. If his SO really super wants kids, he will relent. But they would have to be super loving and willing to go through anything with him. I think after his latest chapters, MC has proven that they love and trust him enough.

Rime

Pre death Rime? Very similar to Anisa. A little impersonal. A rules stickler, less fun.

Post-death?

Don’t

Please do not hire Our Rime as a babysitter.

Your kids WILL be alive and in one piece, probably.

But he’s trying to be the fun uncle, but straight up never says no.

Sage will say no to the kids if something is dangerous.

Rime’s mindset is pretty much “well, they have to learn somehow.”

*lets kids cut their own vegetables* *kid cuts themselves* “well, what did you expect?”

He still wraps up the wound and stuff, of course. He’s not THAT cruel. That said, he hands them the knife and tells them to try again.

I don’t think post-death Rime wants kids. He wants to focus on himself and his SO. I think that’s a pretty solid boundary for him, even after a redemption arc.

Overall, I think he would try to avoid kids as much as possible.

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Fake Marriage

(A/N): It's me, finally writing again! This was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Spencer's oldest daughter's boyfriend marries the younger one jokingly. But what happens, when they notice that she didn't get the joking part?

Warnings: Sad toddler (lmk if there is something else)

Wordcount: 1.1k

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(Y/N)’s greatest role model is her older sister, Mireya. Even though they have a huge age gap of twelve years between them, they are inseparable. That’s why the four year old is pretty upset when the teenager is out with her boyfriend.

“Daddy, when will Mireya come home? I have to show her the picture I drew of her and me in kindergarten.” Spencer watches the toddler climbing onto the chair next to him, making sure she doesn’t fall off. Quickly he shuffles all the crime scene photos and reports into the case file he has to finish in order to get the day of Halloween off.

The father can only hope he was fast enough, ever since (Y/N) started reading on an advanced level no written word is safe from her, even though some meanings are too dark for her innocent soul.

“After dinner, when you are already asleep, Honey. Do you want to give it to her yourself tomorrow morning or should I do it?” The girl huffed at that answer. It takes everything in Spencer to stop himself from smiling. After all, her ‘mad’ face looks more like an angry puppy.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ll do it tomorrow. It is so unfair, now that she has that stupid boy I don’t see her anymore. Can you make them break up, Daddy?”

Spencer smiles at her proposal. “You know, Honey, I’m also bummed out that Mireya is not home as much as she used to”, he starts to explain the situation to her, “But we have to accept that she is growing up. And you already met Joshua, he is really nice to your sister. You even told me that you liked him as her boyfriend.” The father picks her up from her seat and places the child into his own lap.

She cuddles into his chest. “Boys are still dumb.” Silently the father hopes that (Y/N) is going to keep that opinion for a few years longer. Or better forever.

It is a week now until Halloween and Mireya has Joshua over for dinner. “Sweetheart, do you know what you want to dress up as?” Spencer asks the toddler as he puts veggies onto her plate. (Y/N) looks a little weary of it before answering.

“I wanna be the same Reya will be!” She says excitedly. Every year since she was born, the sisters had matching costumes. One time the girl was dressed as a koala baby and the teenager was the matching koala mother. It’s kind of needless to say that (Y/N) sat the whole night on her back.

Mireya glances at her boyfriend. “Uhm, actually Joshua and I wanted to dress as an old married couple, you know. I didn’t really plan on us matching again”, she explains while biting her lip, afraid of her sister’s reaction.

(Y/N) visibly shrunks at that. “Oh, I-I uhm. OK.” Silence falls upon the table, everyone is a little unsure on how to approach the toddler. “Are you really married?” She asks suddenly.

Her sister chokes on the sip of water she just took while Joshua tries to not turn beet red. “I- We aren’t, Peanut. Why do you wanna know?” He answers. “Because I wanna marry someone too!” The toddler says with such confidence, it’s adorable.

Now it’s Spencer’s turn to choke on his food. “Uhm, I can marry you, if you want me to? But you have to finish your green veggies in return, they are good for you.” (Y/N) seems to debate with herself over the options before nodding and wolfing everything on her plate down.

The next day the toddler is only seen with a wide smile on her face. “Oh, what got Baby Wonder 2.0 so happy today?” Derek asks as soon as he spots her when Mireya walks in with her after school and kindergarten have ended.

“I am married!” She sings. Her sister looks a little uncomfortable at that. “Oh, and to who? You know, I have to meet them to know if they are good enough for you”, the agent teases back, while shooting a questioning look towards the older sister.

“You know him already, Uncle Derek. It’s Joshua!” Now the puzzle pieces fall for him together. “Oh. Cupcake, I think your Auntie Penny has a cookie jar with your name on it. Anderson, can you bring her down?” Happily the other agent takes the toddler’s hand, ready to skip next to her.

“So, Joshua just couldn’t decide between you two or what happened?” He asks the older Reid. Mireya sighs desperately. “No, it’s just that he is an only child and doesn’t know that kids can’t grasp the concept of jokes yet. Now he has to break up with her tonight. This will be a fun evening.”

They talk a bit of different strategies on how to tell (Y/N) the truth without hurting her feelings too bad until Spencer comes along, done with paperwork for the day. They decided to eat at the toddler’s favorite restaurant in order for her to get easily distracted.

But what really happens is the whole opposite.

“Uhm, (Y/N), do you remember how I told you yesterday we can get married, if you eat your veggies?” She nods at her sister’s boyfriend while munching contently on a fry. Spencer excused himself to the bathroom a few minutes prior.

“So uhm. We can’t do that. We can’t get married. But I’m so proud of you for eating your greens.” He smiles awkwardly, which turns quickly into a frown as tears begin to run down (Y/N)’s cheeks. Mireya sends him a death glare while pulling her onto her lap. “Shhh, I know. I know it’s not what you wanted. It hurts. But you have to accept it, Little One”, she tries to console her, to no avail.

Luckily their father finally steps back next to them and takes her over. It takes the whole night and nearly the next morning to calm her down.

“You know what?” Spencer asks her, as he drops her off at kindergarten. “I try to get off earlier today and then we look for matching outfits for Halloween. Just you and I, your sister and her boyfriend can do the old couple thing and we do our own theme. We can be Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Ariel and Poseidon or” “Elsa and Olaf!” (Y/N) scream excitedly.

“Or Elsa and Olaf”, he murmurs defeatedly, even though the father is happy to do anything to see that smile on his daughter’s face again.

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Taking Chances Ch. 21: Apologies (Father’s Day)

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Marinette purses her lips as she looks at the neatly wrapped package in her hand. She knew she should still give it to her dad, shouldn’t let her hurt over the Gala stop her from celebrating Father’s Day with him for the first time. She’d already gotten confirmation from her Maman that her present for her Papa had arrived. So that was taken care of. A small part of her, the petty part, wanted to use Kaalki and go back to Paris for Father’s Day. But she also didn’t want to hurt her dad, no matter how much he’d hurt her. She had to be better than that, she is Ladybug after all. Sighing, she drops the present onto her bed. Grabbing the rest of what she needed for a movie night at one of Jason’s safe houses, she rushes out of her room. She knew that her dad’s conversation with Superman in the Batcave wouldn’t last too long, and then he’d be looking for her and Damian to lecture the hell out of them. Unfortunately for him, neither of them planned to be around to listen to it. 

“Got everything Pixie Pop?” Jason asks as she rushes down the last of the steps, barely stopping herself from falling. She quickly balances herself and shoots her brother a small grin. 

“Yup. Let’s go before I can get grounded.” She says, rushing past him and out the door, grinning as she hears his loud cackles behind her. It will get better. She’d talk to her dad eventually, and shove the bad feelings away. But she was going to let herself mope for another day. After all, letting herself feel negative emotions was part of the reason her parents agreed to let her stay in Gotham for the summer. 

---

“What do you mean there’s an entire movie about you and Cat boy?” Jason asks, shoving another cookie in his mouth. Marinette shrugs. 

“I mean we have a movie. It’s not my favorite, it’s kind of ridiculous. None of it is accurate. Except, Adrien did voice Chat Noir for the movie...still not sure why he thought that was a good idea.” She says, thinking back to the original premiere of the movie and all of the drama that came with it. 

“Well shit. He’s not the brightest kid, is he?” Jason asks with a snort. Marinette opens her mouth to argue, then remembers some of Adrien’s….less brilliant moments. Okay, so maybe he’s not perfect.

“Ya know, we were once cast as Ladybug and Chat Noir in a music video.” She says, snorting at the look on Jason’s face. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding. Really? Kid, please tell me you didn’t go through with it.” He says, looking mildly distressed. Marinette just rolls her eyes. 

“No, we didn’t. The concept for the video changed and so no more hero costumes. I was terrified though. Kept losing the mask on purpose ‘cause I was convinced the mask would be what gave it away.” She admits with a small laugh. 

“Ya know, that’s almost as bad as the time that someone at WE thought it’d be a good idea to enter B in a Batman look alike contest. Sent in his photo and everything.” Jason says with a snort. Marinette’s jaw drops.

“Wait, really?” She asks. He nods. 

“Yup. But that’s not the best part.” He says. Her eyebrows furrowed together. What could possibly be better- Oh. No, oh my-

“He lost, didn’t he!” She cheers, laughing at Jason’s huge smile. 

“Of course he did! You didn’t really think Brucie Wayne could ever be THE Batman, did you?” He asks with a smirk. 

“Who entered him?” Marinette asks, kind of assuming that Jason did it with Tim’s computer. 

“No one could ever prove anything, but Lucius Fox couldn’t stop smiling for weeks after it happened.” Jason says. 

“No way, Lucius Fox? Oh my god!” She starts laughing again, the negative feelings from earlier almost completely gone. Disappeared. Times like these, she was beyond relieved that she wasn’t an only child anymore. She doesn’t know how she’d ever function again without her brothers and Cass. 

---

Bruce takes a deep breath before knocking on Marinette’s door. He’d spent some time talking to Clark in an attempt to calm down. He still couldn’t believe his two youngest children had gone to the Watchtower without permission...well, he could believe that Damian went. But not Marinette. And then there was her attitude towards him at the Tower. Her posture was very Damian, but her words and tone were very much Jason. He couldn’t decide if he was glad that they were bonding, or frustrated with the way his sons were corrupting his daughter. Not hearing an answer on the other side of the door, he knocks again. 

“If?” He says. Alfred nods. 

“Marinette, I know you’re angry, but shutting yourself away in your room is not the answer. I’ll give you ten more minutes, but then we need to talk about your behavior today.” He says, nodding to himself. That sounded good. That was right, right?

“I’m certain that wouldn’t work on Miss Marinette even if she was in her room, Master Bruce.” Alfred says, giving him an unimpressed look. Bruce’s eye twitches. 

“Indeed, sir. It seems that Miss Marinette will not be sleeping at the manor tonight.” He says, turning to walk away. 

“And I’m assuming you know where she is?” Bruce says, doubting that Alfred will actually give up her location. He’d definitely been picking the kids’ side the last two weeks or so. It was different, and he wasn’t fond of the change. 

“Of course I do, sir.” Alfred says, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge. 

“Will you tell me where she is?” He asks, trying hard not to huff when Alfred shakes his head. 

“Of course not, sir.” He says before walking away. Right. So she wasn’t sleeping at the manor, but she was safe. If she wasn’t, Alfred would have told him where she was. He mentally runs through a list of possible places she could be. Dick’s apartment, one of Jason’s safe houses, the Siren’s apartment, Paris- He pales as he realizes that she could definitely be in Paris. Was she really so upset that she would go back to Paris? Would she ever come back if she left? He lets out an uneven breath. He messed up. He messed up and now she was going to go back to Paris and she’d never talk to him again. Unless- maybe she didn’t. Swallowing the guilt that appears at the thought, he pushes her door open. If she had left for Paris, she would’ve taken everything with her. The sight of her clothes and sewing supplies still scattered around the room makes him breathe a sigh of relief. She hadn’t left Not yet. He’s about to walk out when an envelope on her bed catches his eye. Frowning, he walks over and picks it up, ‘Dad’ written on it in neat cursive. Now standing by her bed, he realizes there’s also a neatly wrapped package (Batman wrapping paper) on it. He smiles, then glances back at the envelope. He opens it, smiling at the art on the cardstock. It was clearly Marinette’s art, but he was confused why it was addressed to him. 

‘Dad, I just wanted to let you know that I’m so happy you’re my Dad, and I’m so glad that I got to meet you. Finding out that I was adopted was a little scary, but you’ve made sure I’ve been okay through it all. Happy Father’s Day! Love, Marinette’

Bruce blinks. She was scared. If he had to guess, she was most likely scared that the family wouldn’t accept her. They’d been getting along so well, until the Gala mistake. Until he’d decided for her. Assumed she wouldn’t want to go to the Gala. And now she didn’t even want to stay at the manor tonight, and she was angry enough earlier to throw a chair at him. He pushes a hand through his hair, cursing lowly under his breath. He had to fix this. 

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A sharp pounding at the door makes Jason leap off the couch. He holds up a finger and gestures for Marinette to hide. No one should be here. No one else knows which of his safe houses he was at today. Grabbing a gun, he walks over, glancing through the peephole. He scoffs. 

“Get the fuck outta here Bruce.” He calls through the door, watching Marinette as she immediately tenses as if she’s gonna run. He shakes his head at her. She didn’t have to run, he sure as hell wouldn’t open the door if she didn’t want him to. 

“Jason, open the door. I need to talk to Marinette.” Bruce calls, Jason snorts. 

“Yeah, not gonna happen B.” He says. 

“I would like to apologize to her.” Bruce says. Jason blinks. That’s new. Did the old man finally figure out that fuck ups warrant apologies? He glances over at Marinette, raising an eyebrow. It was her call. The unsure look on her face almost makes him decide for her. Almost. The kid’d had enough of people deciding shit for her. 

“Let him in.” She says. He opens the door, glaring at the man. 

“Is it okay if he comes in?” She whispers, and Jason nods.

“Up to you kiddo.” He whispers back. She stands taller, pushing her shoulders back before nodding. 

“She’s the one who let you in. Don’t fuck this up.” He warns before stepping aside and letting Bruce walk in.

“Marinette.” He says, nodding at her. Jason groans. Yeah, B was totally gonna fuck this up. 

“Father.” She says, shifting so that her arms are crossed, a neutral expression on her face. God, he really hopes her mimicking Demon Spawn is just a phase. 

“I would like to preface this conversation by letting you know I went into your room.” Bruce says. Marinette just raises an eyebrow. Yeah, Jason wasn’t seeing the connection either. “I apologize for invading your privacy like that, Damian has definitely reminded me several times that your personal rooms are not to be messed with. However, when Alfred let me know you weren’t sleeping at the manor tonight, I was worried that perhaps you had gone back to Paris.” 

“I wouldn’t have gone back without telling you. Well, other than akuma attacks. Do you really think I’d do something like that?” She asks, frowning. 

“I know that I’ve done things I’m not proud of when hurt. Things that I came to regret. And I saw earlier today how hurt you actually are. I didn’t realize-” He pauses. “I also read the card that was on your bed.”

“What! No, that was- that was for Father’s Day.” She says with a sigh. 

“I didn’t open the gift. I originally thought the envelope would have a note from you on where you had gone. Or that you never wanted to see me again. I thought the chances were pretty even.” He says and Jason snorts. 

“Oh, okay. Wait, why would you ever think that? Yes, I was hurt. I still am hurt, if I’m being honest. But I don’t want to cut you out of my life.” She says, shaking her head. 

“Nor do I want you out of ours.” Bruce says. Marinette blinks. “I realize now what it must have looked like, to you. Not informing you about the Gala, taking the rest of the family. It was, admittedly, not my best moment. I made a decision for you when I should’ve asked you what you wanted. You could have even come with us as MDC, but I took that option away from you. I am very sorry, Marinette. I am glad that you’re my daughter, sweetheart.” He says and Jason blinks. Well shit. The old man did have feelings. Too bad no one would ever believe him if he tried to say something about it. He watches as the tension in Marinette’s body drops almost instantly before she runs over and launches herself at Bruce. She wraps her arms around him and Jason can see the way her body shakes. Bruce just stands there, staring down at the top of her head in shock. 

“You wrap your arms around her.” Jason snarks. Bruce blinks before listening, returning Marinette’s hug. Well, they were still dysfunctional as hell, but at least now he’d be able to take Pixie Pop to the manor without feeling like an asshole brother. 

---

Marinette bounces nervously in her seat as she watches her brothers hand her dad presents. She’s shocked when Jason hands over a small gift, knowing that the two’s relationship wasn’t….great. She leans forward in anticipation, watching and waiting to see what he’d picked out. 

“Thank you, Jason. Clark will never let me live this down.” Her dad says, the fondness in his tone not matching the frown on his face. He turns the box around and the room erupts in laughter. Somehow, Jason had found a company that made customizable bobbleheads. The body was probably just a stock body, dressed in civilian clothes with a superman suit peaking through the shirt. And the head, the head was hilarious. It was very obviously crafted to look like their dad, specifically with his ‘Brucie Wayne’ smile. It was awful and amazing at the same time. 

“I think Jaybird wins best gift.” Dick says with a grin. 

“Tt. Unlikely. The new katana that Cass and I gave him is obviously superior.” Damian says, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know Damian, I still haven’t given him my present.” She points out, grinning at the slight frown on Damian’s face. 

“While I doubt your present could be better than mine, there is no doubt it will be better received than Todd’s.” Damian says. Marinette snorts at the look on Jason’s face. 

“Listen Demon Spawn, there’s this thing called humor. That’s what my gift had. I know you wouldn’t know anything about humor, so let me explain it to you.” He starts, and Marinette jumps in to cut him off before they can start arguing. It was Father’s Day, the least they could do is avoid fighting with each other for a couple more hours. 

“And this one’s from me.” She says, passing him the present wrapped in Batman wrapping paper. She grins as Tim and Dick both laugh, not having seen it before now. 

“I think Mari might win just ‘cause of the paper.” Tim admits, taking a large drink of his iced coffee that Marinette had picked up for him. She’d had to fight an akuma right before they started presents, so she’d stopped and got Tim coffee from the shop that he’d tried when they’d all been in Paris. She watches in anticipation as her dad carefully unwraps the box, opening it and pulling out the black suit jacket. He smiles at her. 

“Did you make this? It’s amazing.” He says, and her brothers nod in agreement (though Damian does so reluctantly). 

“Look at the inside of it.” She says, gesturing for him to unfold it. His eyebrow twitches, but he does as she says. She watches his face for the moment he spots it, and grins when his face drops into a wide smile. On the inside of the left side of the jacket, she’d added a breast pocket. It wasn’t really for anything though. Instead, it was so that she could embroider all of his children’s names in a way so that it would rest above his heart. The jacket also had tiny bat logos embroidered at the cuffs of the jacket. The thread was shiny and very dark so that it would barely show up against the black of the jacket. It had to be lit just right to see it, but as he tilted the jacket again, she knew he saw it. It had taken longer than suit jackets normally do for her, but it was because she knew that it had to be perfect. It was, after all, the first piece of clothing she’d made for her dad. 

“It’s perfect, Marinette.” He says softly, running a hand over the names. She lets out a sigh of relief before smiling at him. Things were still a little rough, but they were so much better than they’d been the night of the Gala. She was glad that she had stayed, that she hadn’t ran like she had so badly wanted to.

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kuroo tetsuro

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sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

[cherri-cherri]

Pairings - Yuuji Itadori x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis - Ever since Yuuji moved away to Tokyo, you've been noticing some odd changes from him, it's almost as if...he was becoming another person all together.

Theme - Monster by Imagine Dragons

A/N - An idea hit me in the head while I was working and I wanted to try this out so badly with both Yuuji and Sukuna! A concept of 'What if the vessel wasn't just the vessel?'. The vessel would eventually merged with the being to become something new altogether, and I thought...yes. why the heck not. This is gonna be a long one, So let's hop right it! Because I really like this idea, theres a good chance this is going to be either split up into parts or I'm gonna keep visiting this every now and then.

Warning - The characters in this story will be aged up due to NSFW content here. Dirty NSFW scenes sprinkled in, Gore Warning, Abuse, Etc.

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He didnt want this...

All he wanted was to keep those he cared about safe. Lying to you at the time seemed like a good idea, especially since you weren't tied into the mystical world he was now tied to, and he didn't want you too. But now, perhaps he should've told you everything.

About the finger, about the school, and...

About Sukuna.

You couldn't exactly remember why you originally said yes to the pink haired boy when he asked you to join his occult club activities that night. Maybe it was because of the fact you have nothing really better to do, or maybe because traveling through a forest of possible gruesome death seemed the most attractive thing to you at the time, yet you an Yuuji grew close together that night. Truth be told, walking through those woods during the dead of night was actually creepier than you thought but he was there by your side to comfort you the entire time, holding your hand while cracking a few jokes every now and then to calm your nerves.

"You're not scared? You seem so..well calm?" You asked, looking up at Yuuji with furrowed brows as he just smiled down at you. "Nah, not really. It's just darker and a few trees are around. Not really anything scary, right?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck while chuckling.

Maybe it was because of the warmth of his hands wrapped around your own or how comforting the presence he gave off was to you but it was probably then that your feelings for Yuuji began to grow.

"What you're going to Tokyo?" You questioned, watching Yuuji prepared a few boxes to pack his things. "Yeah, transferring schools. I'm, um .. I'm recieving a sports scholarship at a school there." Placing a few more of things away was when he finally turned to see you, clearly upset over just now being told this. Sure, you should've been happy to see your best friend be able to leave to accomplish more out of his life but it was the thought of him leaving you here that hurt the most. When he saw your face and the conflicted look on it, Yuuji stepped over towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in your embrace.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just—" before he could finish his sentence, you stood up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck and simply smiled to him. "You don't have to say a thing, Yuuji, I'm happy for you. Just promise me that you'll stay safe out there for me, 'kay?"

Your words alone reminded him why he had to leave, why he had to go and leave you here. It was to keep you safe, safe from curses and safe from the curse lying dormant inside of him now. "R-right...Thank you, Y/N"

The school days were quiet once when Yuuji transferred schools. Sadly enough, the occult club had to disband after he left due to them not having enough members with Iguchi still hospitalized. Now it just seemed..boring without him there but he still seemed to have brighten your day with the photos he would send you every day of the bright city lights and bustling streets. His little messages and calls always well timed to reassure you that just because you aren't blocks away from each other anymore doesn't mean you won't still be friends.

So far, you've became pretty happy with Yuuji and how he's able to come so far in Tokyo. He speaks greatly about his sensei and his new classmates known as Fushiguro and Kugasaki, who from the sound of it, are a bit of a handle but great friends who still treat him well. Every week when he had his day off, he would spend time on video call to talk to you and even show you cool things that he either found around the city or around the school's campus.

Tonight however..he was late. Sure, it didn't bother you really if he was punctual or on time since this was Yuuji we were talking about here but there was a tad bit of worry lingering in your head. Soon enough, as soon as that ugly feeling of worry and doubt began to surface, Yuuji's icon appeared on the screen on the laptop as it began to ring to which you quickly opened.

"Yuuji, hey— oh my god, your face." You said right away, gasping a little at the cuts and bruises littered not only on his face but from the looks of it, his arms and shoulders too. Has he been fighting? "What? Oh, oh! These! Yeah, Fushiguro and Gojou-Sensei kinda roughen me up a little today during training but it's no sweat, really! Barely feel a thing," Yuuji tried to give you a reassuring smile while patting his right shoulder only to wince a little in pain from the impact of the pat.

"First the weird scars on your face, now bruises? Dude, I get that this is a sports thing but don't you think it's a little extreme?"

Hearing the worry in your voice, Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand nervously as he tried to think of a way to reassure you until a deep voice came from that same hand, chuckling softly.

"What's this? A woman talking to the brat...? How amusing." Sukuna.

Hearing the voice, Yuuji instantly flinched and lowered his arms out of the camera's view. Panic shot through his body as you stared at the screen with a raised brow. "Oh, is someone there with you now? Didn't know you had a roommate."

Oh good, you didn't see him. It wasn't as if he was afraid of you meeting Sukuna, he was afraid of telling you the truth about everything. About how he was now a vessel for ancient being, how he was studying cursed energy and jujutsu, how he died yet came back to life..dumping so much on you with the chance that you might never speak to him again out of fear, out of disgust. That you stop being his friend, and that he would never..he would never—

"Yuuji?" Tapping the screen a little on your laptop as it shook the camera, he soon stared back at you and laughed nervously. "O-oh right, he's only here for a little bit of time, so I figured what's really the point in telling you"

"Really now? Could've swore I was here to stay with you forever. You could at least introduce me to your friend here." Sukuna felt a great amusement watching Yuuji squirm just to keep you in the dark. Yuuji quickly began stammering on his words, throwing you off as he made a quick excuse to leave the call early. Before you could even say a single word, he clicked ended the facetime before sighing to himself and leaning back against his chair.

"...What is the point in keeping me hidden? We are practically one now, me as you and you as me, Brat." Sukuna said, his mouth now appearing on the left side of his cheek with the eyelid opening to stare up at the boy. "Are you scared of me paying your little toy a visit? Young and no doubt a virgin, I could have some fun with her—" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand against the mouth in attempt to hush the curse only for Sukuna to migrate to the hand.

"I won't let that happen, Sukuna." Yuuji said, frowning as he heard the curse chuckle. He didn't like the sound of how he described his bond to the soul sleeping inside of him, how they were one in the same. Shaking his head, the boy tried to reassure himself that he was nothing like Sukuna and simply went to turn off the lights and sleep on it. The last thing he heard before slumber took him were the ominous words of Sukuna,

"You'll see I was right soon enough, brat..."

A week later, Yuuji came back home to visit you. It was one of the days where the school allowed their students a break from their studies and classes and so he wanted to spend it with you as a surprise. And indeed you were surprised. When you had rushed downstairs, you did so wearing only a red sleeved t-shirt that the pink haired male might have left behind with a pair of gray shorts, and so when you opened the door to see the cheery face of your best friend well...it may have left you a bit flustered.

"Hey, Y/—" you quickly shut the door in his face, collapsing on your knees as you felt your cheeks beginning to burn. 'Why of all days, Itadori?!' You thought to yourself as she slowly stood back up and cracked the door open to see Yuuji's baffled face. He looked like a puppy..a sad puppy who was just kicked off his owner's bed and it broke you. Before long, he was now in your house and sitting in the living room couch while you were in the kitchen preparing tea. Your father was currently away on business while god knows what your mother was..it was just the two of you.

And it was awkward.

As you prepared tea on the kettle, Yuuji couldn't help but look at the shirt you were wearing as a small pink blush was lightly spreading on his cheeks. In a way, it filled him with a strange feeling seeing you walking around in something of his, seeing you wearing his shirt made him..prideful. didn't help with how short your shorts were either, it was practically hugging onto your as—

"So, it's just you? Dude, you should've told me you were coming! I would've been more prepared..I barely have any snacks or anything here right now." You grumbled, snapping his attention away to listen to what you were saying. "Hey, no worries, Y/N. Honestly, I'm just hungry for something else..." that last part through him off as he covered his mouth. That wasn't his voice. No, it was but that wasn't him speaking.

As he turned his head to the side to the balcony door, there the boy saw it in his reflection. The eye of Sukuna staring right back at him, causing him to quickly cover the eye.

"Huh? Alright, well what are you hungry for? Theres probably some ramen around here someone or we could just go out to a place to eat if you want.." you questioned, back turned away from him as you began to take the now whistling kettle off the stove. No, he couldn't deal with this now, not while you were only feet away from him. Yet the more he watched you in the reflection, the more he saw your curves in those pretty little shorts or your braless breasts bounce with ease under his stolen shirt...

Shaking his head, Yuuji soon stood up from the couch and placed on his jacket. "I'm sorry, N/N, But I have to go—"

"Wait what but–"

"Sorry, u-um, Gojou-Sensei said something came up and I have to go back! I'm sorry but I'll make it up to you— I promise!" Before you could even protest, he was already out of the door and gone. As he left, you could've swore you saw an eye on his cheek where one of his scars were but that was impossible, right?

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He honestly had no idea where he was going to run off to but the boy knew that if Sukuna had a chance to take over and you were in front of him, would've hurt you or worse. Seeing your disappointed face yet again almost shattered his heart completely and when Yuuji finally came to a halt, he found himself beside a small stream and sighed. This was all for the best. It was to keep you safe, or so he kept telling himself.

"Damn, to think you would actually run away when she was begging for you to take her there. What a wimp.." Sukuka said, mouth manifesting on Yuuji's neck as his eye looks up at frowning boy. "Its not often you get an open invitation from a woman. If I was in control, I would've taken her then and there and ram my co‐" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand over the mouth as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, him now thinking back to you and how pretty you looked wearing his shirt. "S-shut up. Don't go saying such gross crap."

"You know you feel the same. I can see that she affects you even now judging by the sight of your pants. You wanted to stuff her with your seed just as much as I did." Sukuna said, the mouth now on his hand. Much to Yuuji's surprise, his dark brown eyes quickly shot down to his pants and just as Sukuna said, there was a raging boner standing up at attention. Swallowing his guilt, he tried to cover it only for his pinky finger to slowly graze the fabric and giving his cock a small jolt. The boy hissed a little and quickly placed his hands to his side.

"I-i..I just.." "No need to be embarrassed. That girl isn't anything typically special but just seeing her, seeing her ass in such revealing clothing. Women of this era must be extremely dirty~" Sukuna chuckled "and hearing your thoughts, you certainly surprised me, Brat..." the more Sukuna spoke, the more Yuuji thought back to you. Seeing your breasts and ass was truthfully hot, even if you weren't exactly his type, he still found you beautiful. Slowly without him even noticing, his hand slowly motioned for his cock once more and in the silence of the forest, Yuuji Itadori thought only of you during his time in pleasure.

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It wasn't until later on into the night that Yuuji had finally texted you back, saying he would back tomorrow to make things up with you. Sure, it did cheer you up that he would be back but the way he was acting lately made you feel like something was wrong. If you ever asked, he would change the subject or just smile at you awkwardly as if admitting to hiding something but you won't force him tell you what was wrong. When He was ready, he would tell you for sure and you'll wait for however long he wanted.

"N/N, Everything alright?" Yuuji asked, gaining your attention as you snapped back to the present and out of your thoughts. Looking around, you found yourself staring ahead at a bag of popcorn and the large bright ights of a ferris wheel constantly in motion. That's right, the local fairgrounds, Yuuji had wanted to go one more time before he returned back to Tokyo and since you always liked the food here, you of course said yes. "O-oh, yeah! I'm fine. Just looking ahead at the wheel. Remember last time we were here some kid ended up puking on Sasaki from a cart above us?"

"Haha! Yeah, she smelled of salty tuna for weeks afterwards and it left a stain on her uniform" He laughed, staring at the wheel as he thought about the memory. As you stared at him and watch his smile, it had then reassured you that this was still your best friend and you smiled back. For a moment, the two of you were having a blast at the small fair, playing some of the games set up by the booths (and being turned away after Yuuji broke a few with his strength..) it felt like old times all over again. "Wanna play another game or play at bumper carts? We still have some time to kill before you gotta go back?" You asked, carrying some of the plushie prizes the two of you (mainly Yuuji) earned, you looked over to your side and saw a cotton candy display before your attention turns back to Yuuji, The two of you decided just for a moment to sit down at a small metal bench to rest your feet for a moment

Seeing the display, an idea popped up in his head and the words of Gojou appeared in his mind. 'You want advice on how to swoon a girl? Well take small hints when she gives them to you, if her eyes are lingering on something then that's probably a sign she wants it—'. Seeing as how you kept looking up at the cotton candy, he thought this might have been his chance and sat down his own plushies. Without saying a word, Yuuji got up and walked over to the stand, leaving you there by the table alone with your horde of plush creatures.

Seeing you seating there at the bench by yourself, a group of punks who looked to be close to your age strolled up to you, two of them taking a seat on each side of you while the third one was standing right behind you. "Fine evening, isn't it, love. What's a sweet little thing like you doing here by yourself, you looking for some fun?" The purple haired male said on your left side, lowering his shades as he stared noticeably at your chest. "Actually, I'm here with a friend and this seat is for him so if you could jus—" "oh a 'friend'? But I don't see this friend now, so maybe you could tag along with us back to our place and we'll show you a fun time." The punk behind you said, his hands now pressed firmly on both of your shoulders as he leaned in a bit closer to you, causing you to flinch at his touch. "I, um.."

"N/N?"

Turning your head back to in front of you, you saw Yuuji there holding a blue and pink cotton candy stick and face emotionles. "N/N, huh? That's a cute name. This your friend, N/N?" The purple haired punk said, chuckling while rising from his seat "....." Yuuji remained silent for a bit as he stared off at the hands touching you, gripping onto your shoulder and clearly making you uncomfortable. He was typically known for being a calm guy but see this angered him beyond words.

'You see what they're doing to your woman, brat? You're just going to let it happen..?' Yuuji heard the inner words of Sukuna in his head, his eyes dart away from you to the guy standing in front of him, smirking as he touch the cotton candy from the pink haired boy's hand and taking a large bite of the webby treat. "This doesnt have to get rough, all you need to do is walk away and we'll show N/N-chan here a good time she'll never forget." He said, licking his tongue over his lips.

As Yuuji's lips parted, he heard a groan coming from you as you squirmed in the other guys hold with the second punk was now leaning into your neck. Seeing your frown of discomfort, they way they were touching what was rightful his , All he needed to hear were those small words from Sukuna.

'They're touching your woman, they're hurting her. Finish.. them.. off.'

Yuuji stood there for a moment, remaining silent as he lowered his hand, a shadow now cast over his face. Opening one of your eyes as you squirm in the punk's hold, you saw something that made your heart almost stop beating altogether. That smile on his face, that malevolent smile and empty eyes as he held onto the purple haired Male's now broken arm.

The next thing was a blur. The screams of your harassers echoed around you and you heard a wet sound looping over and over again as well as hard thuds. Opening your eyes, you saw it. Two of the thugs bloodied and bruised as their limbs were bent in ways you couldn't imagine, one of them dangling up above you on a tree branch while the other one was limp inside of the cotton candy stand. Looking around for the third one, you saw him behind held against one of the food stands while Yuuji was there gripping his hand over the punk's neck. You couldn't exactly show him any mercy and yet Yuuji was clearly taking things too far, even when the guy tried to beg for mercy and claw his way out of your friend's hold, all Yuuji did was stand there with a grin you've never seen before. It wasnt one of his innocent smiles or mischievous grins, no, it was one of pure sadism. "P-please stop, I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." "you didn't stop when she wanted you too, So why should I?" Yuuji tilted his head to the side a little, chuckling a little as his grip tightened and the man gasped out for air "you'll pay for what you did. You'll all fucking pay..."

The air in your chest almost stopped filling your lungs completely as you watch this. That wasn't the Yuuji you knew, he would've never went this far just to prove a point! Slowly taking a step forward and then another and then slowly speeding up, you reached out and held onto the arm Yuuji was holding the punk up with. "Yuuji, stop it! You'll kill him if you keep this up!" You yelled only to feel a blow strike your face and send you tumbling back a few feet, causing you to scream out in pain. "Stay out of this." Was all he said until freezing and slowly turning back to see what he had done.

Crimson was spilling from your nose onto your shirt and it was gushing out by the bucket to which you quickly covered as you stared up at Yuuji with teary eyes. Regret instantly overwhelmed him as he dropped the thug and slowly reached over to you, his senses coming back to him. "N/N?" He questioned, almost checking to see if you were alright but you backed away as he stepped over to you. What has he done..? Why did he..? He watched you slowly back away with each step, fear in your bright (E/C) eyes and it broke him. "Hey, w-what's wrong? I was only trying to protect them from you, you don't have to be scared."

As people began to crowd in, brought in by the noise of fighting and your scream, Yuuji hand ghosted over the skin of yourself shoulder and you flinched. You flinched at his touch..So many feelings began to overwhelm him that he didn't notice the look of horror in your eyes as you watched what thought were scars slowly twitch and open up, revealing bright red eyes staring directly at you.

"They were going to hurt you," 'She's scared of you now after all you've done' "I saved you! They won't touch you like that again!" 'She sees you for what you are, brat.' "I just wanted to keep you safe!" With each yell, Yuuji watched as you grew more and more scared, the people around all of you terrified as they watched and some even grabbing whatever they could that could be a weapon. Gripping his head as he felt an intense pain through his skull, it was then he noticed..how small you looked as he towered over you. When did you get so small? He thought to himself, bending down to grab you when he saw his arm.

His nails were a dark purple shade, sharper and three black markings were on his wrist. Turning his head a little to one of the booth's and staring into the window was when the truth hit Yuuji hard. His body was different and taller now for some reason and Sukuna's markings were slowly appearing over his face. He was..slipping?

"Y-yuuji, what the hell is happening to you.." he heard you whisper yet before he could respond, there was the sharp pain of something blunt hitting his shoulder. Looking to his feet, he saw a medium sized rock and there another and another. The people were launching what they could at him, yelling at him to leave the girl alone and to leave. Yelling for his death, calling him a monster, calling him a curse. He stared at you for a moment, seeing how now tears leaking from your eyes and Yuuji stepped away before fleeing.

"Yuuji, wait!!" He heard your frantic yell from behind him but it didn't slow him down as he kept running further into the distance and leaving you behind. Your yells becoming drowned out by the mad laughter of Sukuna echoing in his mind.

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No, he didn't want this at all. The day was meant to go differently, it was meant to be just the two of you having fun together and end with the ferris wheel and him finally telling you that he...

Thunder crackled outside of the decrepit shrine the boy had taken shelter in, rain pouring outside by the gallons. As he watched the raindrops in silence, Yuuji saw how the scenery slowly began to shift around him as the sky became more malevolent and the cold concrete he was sitting on now a pool of crimson water with piles on top of piles of bones surrounded him. The memories of the fairground echoed in his mind over and over again on loop of him hitting you and your look of fear haunting him, causing his eyes to water.

"Aw, are you going to cry, brat..?"

Yuuji remained silent as he waited for Sukuna to appear at any moment, yet he never came, only his voice lingered around him. "This is all of your fault.." Yuuji whispered, staring off into the rain. "My fault? I don't understand. If I recall, you were to one who eat my finger. You were the one who signed up for being my vessel, everything that has been done was all you..I merely watched from here."

"Bullshit! You made me hurt her..you made me like this!" Yuuji screamed out, flashes of who he did to those thugs showing through his mind, "You made me hurt them!"

"...No, that was all you. You can blame me all you want but I felt what you felt, saw what you saw and you loved every second of that fight. Whipping those who displease you in place, kicking the asses of the men who touched what was yours. Gotta say, made me tear up watching everything unfold" Hear the curse's chuckle echo around in the shrine, Yuuji quickly stood up and yelled out for Sukuna to show himself, only for him to collapse on his knees when feeling an sharp pain in his torso.

"No need to show myself, I'm already with you as close as I can."

Gritting his teeth in pain it was then that Yuuji saw his reflection staring back at him in the water, grinning ear to ear with malice in those sharp fangs.

"You see , Brat, becoming my vessel didn't just mean I was trapped inside of you..no no..You would slowly become me. Your small soul means shit compared to mine and it will be swallowed whole by me. I just needed us to be bound for some time and you would be mine..."

As the reflection spoke to him, Yuuji screamed out in pain as he felt his bones inside of him crack and twist as if they were rearranging themselves. His stomach felt as if it was being cut open entirely as the flesh began to slowly pull apart while tearing open the yellow hoodie in the process, the meat of his torso was forced open as a tongue lulled out and licked his abs like they were lips. The sides of his waist felt as if someone was taking a pair of axes and were merely swinging it down as flesh began to bubble through and bones formed one by one until two new pair of arms were fully shaped. Taking a deep breath, Yuuji slowly chuckled as one of his hands reached up to his head and gripped it and the others wrapped around his waist.

"N-no..no..i.."

"You should be honoured, Yuuji. You get the privilege of becoming one with me, my power is now yours and yours mine." His lips, against his will, began to speak the words of Sukuna as they formed into a forced grin. "N-no..I haven't told her yet. I haven't told N/N that I love—"

"Yuuji?"

Once when he blinked, Yuuji found himself no longer in the shrine but sitting inside of his desk in his old desk with you standing beside him. Seeing you before him, safe and smiling at him, the boy quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around you which took you for surprise in the process but you simply allowed him to let it all out when you hugged him back. "Well hello to you too, welcome back to earth, how was your trip to space..?" You said, chuckling before feeling something wet on your shoulders. His tears.

"Y/N..I..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything, I should've told you everything. I should'nt have hit you. I just wanted to protect you because...because...I love you!" His words surprised you but you simply smile. "I love you too, Yuuji."

Staring back down at the reflection before him of the boy hugging onto you tightly as he weeped, dark brown eyes shift to that of a bright velvet shade. Sukuna chuckled while stretching out his newly formed body. How good it felt to be back in control, to have actual flesh again and to see this brand new world all to himself. Sure, his power was not what it used to be but he would regain all of his fingers soon enough. As his domain faded away and he found himself back in the decrepit old shrine, he smirked to himself while debating his next order of business.

"Y/N L/N...Maybe I should do this body a favor and seize you for my own."

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He wouldn't answer any of your calls or texts. No one has heard or seen of him but now there was a witch hunt for your best friend. As you laid in your dimly lit bedroom with bandages over your nose, you stared down at your phone anxiously awaiting something from Yuuji.

Ring~~~

Ring~~~

Hearing the sound of your phone vibrating, you quickly shot up from the covers an grabbed the phone, unlocking it right away and placing it to your ear.

"Hello?" There was nothing but silence on the other end, the soft howling of the wind being the other thing you could really make out. "Hello..?"

"N/N.." your heart practically stopped for a moment but you felt almost a wave of relief hearing his voice on the other line. "Oh thank god, Yuuji..Are you ok—" "N/N, open the window." Was all he said before then line went dead and you were left sitting there baffled. Did he make it back to your house? Slowly crawling out of the bed and slipping on your bedroom slippers, you walked over towards the window and moved the blinds down only a little to peep outside. Standing there in your backyard, shirtless and with his hands in his pockets was Yuuji, seemingly back to normal and everything. There were not increased height, no weird markings, he looked fine and apart of you wondered if it was just the force of his punch that made you see him change. No..because everyone else saw his appearance too.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted up the blinds and unlatched the window. The second that it was free and opened up, Yuuji had jumped above onto the roof and crawled inside to your room. "Y-yuuji, you have a lot of explaining to do— Whoa, whoa!" You took a step back cautiously but he soon grabbed ahold of your wrist and pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I know I do, but first I just want to say I'm sorry to you, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.." he said, whispering in a soft tone as his hold on you tighten a bit.

"I'm leaving here after tonight but I just had to see you to tell you that I..I love you. I love you, Y/N" Taken back by his words, you felt yourself being pushed onto your bed and watched as the boy loomed over you before crawling onto the mattress.

He loved you. Those words practically made your heart skipped over so many times that you were positive that you had stopped breathing. "Let me come with you, Yuuji." You said, reaching up to his face and caressing his cheeks, "I don't know what's happening but you can trust me. I won't let you go through this alone and I'll always be here with you."

He didn't say much after that. All he did was lower his head a little until your lips were merely inches away from each other before he pressed them together. The sensation you felt was one like fireworks. Those butterflies in your stomach exploding and multiplying over and over again as you felt his tongue licking your bottom lip but you pulled away before he could fully explore your mouth.

"Always..? So you will always stay with me, N/N?" He whispered, head dipping down to your neck as he left a trail of kisses down your warm skin until he kissed the base of your throat. "Yeah..I will." "Do you swear..?" His hands began to grip your hips, running the tips of his fingers against your clothed thighs while he began to press his own hips to your own.

"I-I swear.." you said, staring up at Yuuji with a small smile. He stared at you for a moment, smiling down at you before sitting up, his large hand covering the upper half of his face.

"That's all I need to make you mine." Sliding his hand upwards was when you saw it. Those spare eyes once again on Yuuji's cheeks, staring at you as if it you were nothing but glass. That sincere smile that calmed your soul became a mischievous grin, showing the sharpened fangs he now had. You watched as those pitch blackp markings began to spread over his skin and yet the moment you sat up, two fully grown arms pinned you down onto the mattress. "Almost as naive as the brat himself but I suppose there is some charm to the naivete of a woman. Makes it easier to influence, to change.." 'Yuuji' said, dipping his head down to your ear before biting down on the lobe of it. You gasped out, squirming in his hold.

"Let me go, Yuuji! I don't know what's going on but I want to help! Just let me help you!" You yelled out to him but soon silenced yourself as you noticed the scenery of your bedroom changing. All of your furniture began to disappear one by one as a red hue began to spread around the two of you

In the blink of an eye, you were taken to Sukuna's innate domain. The water that replaced the softness of your bed now causing your back to soaked and your hair now spread out and floating in the depths. "Yell all you want but that brat can't hear you anymore. Gone forever in a dream that will never come true, but I promise I will keep you company in his stead. By the time I am done with you, will forget all about him. All you'll want is me, all you'll ever need is me. The name Ryomen Sukuna will burned into your soul and you'll learn to worship me, N/N..."

With a single swing, the soft yet wet cotton fabric of your shirt and shorts was torn off of you with ease and revealed your now exposed flesh to the cold. Sukuna stared down at them, his tongue licked over his long and sharp fangs as his eyes motioned down to your folds. His hand traveled down your thighs before his finger swiped against the outer circle of your lips yet he looked displeased from what he felt. "Dry as a drought but that's fine. I'll be fucking you regardless" he said, his index finger slowly pushing inside of your virgin cunt causing you to gasp out for air and arch your back. "You tighten just now, dirty whore...Did you often fantasise Yuuji stuffing his cock inside of you...?" he whispered into your ear intimately, he kissed the bottom of your ear and moved onto your neck, sucking until he found the soft spot that made you inhale deeply. 

Sukuna sucked on your neck while constantly kept inserting his finger in you, pumping in and out, eventually adding a second digit. He curled his fingers and caused you let out a faint moan as his finger crept closer to your sweet spot over and over. It was too much, you thought as he bit down onto your soft skin, and you were feeling so good from it so far and it made you ashamed. this demon, this thing was in your best friend's body and now he was using it to currently assault your body but the feeling of it all was too good. You had to keep your eyes shut for looking up at Sukuna tugged at your heart as all you saw was Yuuji.

"Oh you are loving this..." parting from your neck,he looked pleased seeing the angry red hickey left behind.

"I-im not...I'm not..." A moan escaped your lips, feeling something wet replace his fingers. Lifting your head, you saw a mouth on the palm of his hand and its tongue gently licking the nub of your clit almost like a lollipop. "Feels good, doesn't it, N/N..?" His tone was nothing less than mocking, the mouth taking ahold of one of your lips with its teeth causing you to scream out. "I said, it feels good doesnt it? Speak when your master is speaking to you. "

"Y-yes! It feels amazing!" You tasted so sweet on his tongue, circling your clit, lapping at your clenching entrance, kissing your folds. "A-Ah~" You whimper when he folds your legs to your chest, He takes another nip at your clit, as he listened to your hushed whines. Your moans were music to his ears, yet what he wanted from you was his name. The thought of his former vessel's love screaming his name turned him on, the thought of keeping you only fueling the flames. It was harder and harder for him to contain hisself when you're drowning in the pleasure of his mouth licking and sucking at your sloppy pussy.

"I'll take you as mine. You'd like that wouldn't you? Being the woman of the king of curses, waiting for me to return to fill you to the brim." sweat felt like it was pooling out of your body from the attention he was giving to on your clit. Your bucking hips were a clear sign that you were close and so, he pulled his hand away.

"You don't get to come yet. You're only allowed to when you're milking my cock."

The things he did to were things no man has ever done before. Scratches and cuts littered your flesh and bruises were on your sore ass and stomach. There a few times to where you had even blacked out from the amount of pleasure he had given you..

Now you found yourself with you riding his swollen cock as he stared up at you with satisfied eyes, grunting while large hands were pressed against your abused breasts as his hips pumped up into your leaking cunt. Your head felt like it was spinning as you screamed out, orgasm crashing hard as your cunt tightened around his shaft.

As you felt his throbbing cock inside of you, his hand grabbed ahold of your chin and your lips made contact. Sukuna only pulled away when he silently cursed, his seed releasing inside of you for what felt like the billionth time. Taking a deep breath, he stayed inside of your warm hole, not wanting a single drop to spill and kissed your cheek.

Fucking you only assured his choice of keeping you as he own. Sukuna was going to original kill you while taking Yuuji's appearance after taking you but holding you close like this as you soon became limp (no doubt exhausted), your warmth against his own and staring down at your cum stained face..it made something inside him feel strange.

A weakness no doubt, but one at the moment that could keep him entertained. Combing a loose strand of hair behind your ears, Sukuna chuckled.

"From this day forth, you will be my bride. Consider yourself lucky..."