#where to find bo id

[honestnewsoaoer]

What is BO id Number?

What is Bo I’d नंबर( बीओ आईडी)क्या है बेनिफिशियल ऑनर आईडेंटिफिकेशन इसका अर्थ ( BO ID) होता है .यानी आप कोई डिमांड खाता खोलते हो  या किसी भी स्टॉक या मुद्रा म्युचुअल फंड जैसे इलेक्ट्रॉनिक मुद्रा फंड के लिए इन्वेट करते हो उनके लिए एक id होती है उनका काम ये BO ID से किया जाता है. यह आपके के इलेक्ट्रॉनिक्स मुद्रा के सभी लेनदेन का रिकॉर्ड रखने में आपकी मदद करता है जैसे की किसी भी स्टॉक शेयर्स में…

[hivepixels]

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[suguruspit]

Maybe you're too weak for us.

A/N: Ghostface!Gojo&Geto duo... you have a grip on me. Warnings: tiny mentions of murder, slight knife play, squirting, unprotected sex, threesome, fingering, dominant suguru, oral sex (giving and receiving), d!ck piercing 🤭, degrading (not major you just get called a whore)

The two strongest sorcerers decide to play a game with you, considering you ditched them to watch a movie with friend.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" You ask breathless, partly out of fear as your friend stalks towards you holding a knife in a Ghostface get up complete with fake blood on his mask, but also partly out of something you don't dare to admit to. "I said I'm sorry I ditched you."

Your friend doesn't say anything. You know it's Satoru because of the white sneakers he's wearing, complete with blue stitching. However, he hasn't actually said anything to confirm your theory, he's just standing in the doorway to your room, eerily silent.

You're starting to think you've made a grave mistake. Slowly, eyes still lingering on the figure at the door, you reach for your phone. The figure inches forward and you suddenly hitch your breath, only to let it all out in fright as your phone starts ringing. You see the caller ID that signifies the two of you's best friend and you answer it quickly, words not quite finding you yet. There's a burn between your thighs though, as you're met with Suguru's husky voice on the other side of the line.

"You hang up, and you'll die, pretty girl." Suguru's voice breaks the silence, and your mouth drops open in a moan. Satoru's mask tilts to the side as he watches you. "Such a whore. Did you understand me?"

"Did you just call me a whore?" You ask, intending to be outraged but you can feel how wet you are without even touching yourself. It's addicting, the way he's speaking to you. You'd never tell them, but this is like something straight out of your fantasies. "What do you want from me?"

"Hm." Suguru pauses on the other end of the line, you can hear a tapping noise, and then he huffs out a vague laugh. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

"You can't be serious." You pout, knowing he can't see you but Satoru definitely can. You let your knees steady you as you kneel on the bed carefully propping yourself onto the mattress pointed towards Satoru. "Is that all? Some dumb question? Halloween."

"Well that's awfully rude," Suguru sounds pouty, and it makes you laugh, heat crawling across your skin. "After everything we're going to do for you tonight, that's how you thank us?"

This is boring, you thought they were actually going to do something. But this? Banter on the phone whilst Satoru just stares, bo-ring. So, with a kiss goodbye to the receiver, you hang up. You smile at the phone before you're knocked onto your back, Satoru pinning your arms above your head whilst you gasp in shock at the sudden movement. How the hell did he move so fast?

"He warned you." It's the first words you've heard from the taller man all night, and a shiver hits you, wetness pooling between your thighs where it definitely shouldn't. "You wanna get hurt, sweetheart?"

You stare at the mask, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded as you bite your lip. There's nothing there, no emotions, but just the way Satoru has you pinned, forearm thick and strong as he holds both wrists in one hand, you whimper.

Satoru is silent, but he brings that prop knife closer to your chest, tracing the seams of your nightgown, tilting his head as he follows the knife, lowering his body down your stomach and you inhale as you feel his breath through his mask hit your navel. The prop knife is getting closer to your thighs, and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it before you're wrenched out of your comfortable, playful flirty mood.

It's cold, the tip of the knife swirls around the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you can feel the cool metal against hot skin. Suddenly, this shit got a whole lot more serious, and you feel tears in your eyes as you beg Satoru to touch you, letting a whimper slip as the knife grazes up your panties, the smallest amount of pressure before it's tossed aside, clattering against your bedroom floor and the silence is filled with Satoru's deep groan as he mumbles something about honey.

Your hips shudder forward involuntarily, and you gasp as you feel gloved fingertips brush against your clothed pussy, the fabric sticking uncomfortably, before it's being slid to the side as Satoru finally gives you what you want.

His fingers are so long, slipping inside a little too easily as he coos at you, mask still on and taunting you with wide lifeless black sockets, hallowed scream mocking you for being so ridiculously turned on. The wet sounds coming from your cunt have you blushing, eyes laser focused on the fingers that are sliding in and out of you languidly. You almost forget about Suguru, that is until you hear your mobile ringing again.

You're too lost in what Satoru's doing to answer at first, and you cry out as Satoru stops his movements, fingers stationary in wet walls as you try and fail to move your hips. He looks pointedly to the phone, and you huff as you reach a shaky hand towards it, now that Satoru has released them with a warning squeeze. You pick up the phone on the third ring, and almost sob out in relief when you hear Suguru's voice again.

"One last chance." Suguru warns, and it sounds like traffic in the background. "Hang up again, Satoru leaves you wet and alone in bed like the whore you are. Understood?"

"Mmm-hm." You nod, letting out a breathy moan as Satoru starts moving again, those slender fingers reaching that spot so quickly it has you arching. "Fuck, Satoru."

"He's good, isn't he?" You can hear Suguru smirking through the damn phone, but the way Satoru has you stuffed already just with a couple of fingers has your head spinning, warm heat spreading through your core with no mercy. "Tell him. Let me hear you beg him, darling."

"Suguru," You keen, thighs trying to close as your head falls back, the peak you've been climbing for less than five minutes getting dangerously close despite only a bit of fingering. "Please, need you here. M'sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

Satoru scoffs and you look at him puzzled before he places his other hand on your lower tummy, pressing firmly as he ramps up his speed. Your eyes are wide and he wrenches a near scream of Sugurus’ name out of you as you gush on his forearm, dampening the dark fabric of his costume. He groans along with you as Suguru laughs on the phone, and you hear him mutter something as he pulls his mask off. Oh.

“Gotta taste,” Satoru groans, electric blue eyes blown wide and white hair at all angles; he looks feral. He shoves your thighs either side of you and moans like a whore as he takes in the sheen of your pussy, your cum already making it slick and easy. “Bet you taste so good.”

Satoru looks at you with pure lust written on his flushed face, lips plump and wet from where he's been biting it as he fingered you. With another curse, he's buried snowy white hair between your thighs, making out with your pussy like he's starved.

“Satoru,” You beg, ears still trying to readjust after your orgasm, white staticky noise overlapping with your own sobs. "Fuck, fuck. Please. Suguru."

Satoru moans into your cunt at the mention of your mutual friend, hips rutting into the bedsheets as he swirls his tongue around you, thrusting it in and out of your tight walls, slurping at the remnants of your previous orgasm. Your hands find their way to his hair as you hold on for dear life, the wet sounds of Satoru eating the only sounds in the room, save for Suguru's grunting on the other end of the line, schlick schlick schlick noises coming through from you imagine is Suguru fisting his cock as he listens to Satoru eat you out.

It's addicting, and your back arches as he sucks on your clit, moaning as he feels how you're practically dripping onto his face, a wet sheen on his chin as he looks up at you with hooded eyes, face red and hips moving as he humps the bed.

"You know, we're really helping you out here." Suguru's voice floats over the phone, albeit a little more strained than before. "Tell me, how often do you stuff your fingers inside your tight pussy wishing it was one of us instead?"

You gape at the phone, frowning as Satoru laughs into you, placing apologetic bites into the inside of your thighs. How the hell does he know that? You even turn your phone onto airplane mode.

"We heard you, princess." Satoru confesses, rolling his tongue around your folds, collecting the sweetness with a groan. "Sorry. So loud when you think no one's listening."

"What? When?" You demand, kicking the side of his head with your foot as he laughs into you again. "Stop it. Suguru, what are you talking about?"

"Play along, Satoru." Suguru scolds, and Satoru immediately gives you a sheepish look, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit before kneeling up and tugging at his own leaking dick. "We didn't kill that guy just for you to fumble at the very end."

What?

"What the fuck?" You whisper, voice tight. "Suguru-"

"What's the matter?" Suguru asks, a mocking in his voice that you're not unfamiliar to. "You liked that knife when Satoru ran it over your thighs, didn't you?"

You shiver at the memory, the way the cold metal had shocked you, and you can feel your core burning again. Satoru lets out a pinched moan above you, precome dripping onto your stomach as he grins.

"That guy, the one you brought here the other day?" Satoru laughs, eyes bright as he keeps his hadn't moving swiftly, his voice all breathy as he moans his words out. "Fuck, princess, the way you moaned for him whilst you thought of us. Couldn't have him living with the fact he got to touch you."

You choke on a moan as Satoru slaps your pussy roughly, your wetness glistening on his hand as he rubs away the sharp sting, his tongue peaking out of his lips. You can't even think of whatever that guys name was, not when Satoru Gojo is above you, dishevelled and leaking.

"K-killed?" You whimper, hips tilting down to meet his fingers, grunting when he slips two inside, tiny remnants of blood on them that you didn't notice before. "Oh, god, fuck,"

"Mmhmm." Suguru says on the line, except that it sounds a little echoey this time. "He barely remembered your name. Disgraceful."

You're about to roll your eyes and pout but then Satoru's long fingers hit that gummy spot and you're sobbing out a mixture of their names, begging for something other than what you've got. Greedy. So wrapped up in your own pleasure you don't hear your door creak open, or feel the bed dip before Suguru's pierced tongue is licking at your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moan, wicked grin as he looks at Satoru in between wet kisses.

"Satoru," Suguru purrs, deft hands wandering down to your tits, pinching and rolling pert nipples as you squirm. He looks so good like this, blood freckles on his face, purple eyes with messy mascara covering the bottoms of his eyelids. Satisfied grin plastered across his face as he watches Satoru finger you languidly, sloshing wet noises from how turned you are. "You've gotten all messy."

Satoru grins as he looks down at his soaked clothes, before sticking his tongue out at his partner.

"We knew she'd be messy." Satoru says simply, curling his fingers up and pounding you, continuing his conversation like he barely noticed you were there. "Tastes so fucking sweet, too. Like candy."

Suguru hums, making out with the side of your mouth as he watches Satoru, his tongue creating a spit-slicked mess of your lips. You moan at the way he uses you like a toy as he watches his friend finger you, both of the groaning as your stomach visibly tenses as you get closer and closer.

"Yeah? Tastes good, did you hear that sweetheart?" Suguru coos, holding your jaw and forcing you to look at Satoru. "Well. I guess I'll have to see for myself, won't I?"

"Suguru." It's a pitiful whimper, and your thighs are already twitching from Satoru's antics. "Suguru, please."

You don't even know how you got yourself into this situation, and the potential murder of your ex hook-up is nothing to be ignored, but fuck you if these two men fighting over who gets to eat your cunt out isn't the most insanely hot thing you've ever seen.

Satoru looks so flushed, red hot face as his tongue flats out against your pussy, dragging along the length of it and sucking on your slick, moaning like a bitch in heat as he brushes past Suguru's tongue, who's more focused on suckling your pretty little clit. Satoru is a messy eating, slurping and spitting and moaning as he tastes you, his dick out and leaking against the bed sheets, thrusting onto the cotton as you sob and writhe and moan.

Suguru nibbles and kisses and sucks like he's a professional, hot stiff muscle invading your every thought as you try to escape from the constant stimulation but they've got you caged between the two of them. Satoru is still in his black robes, soaking fabric with blood splatters in his hair, but his dick is hanging free and it makes your mouth water, which Suguru notices with hungry amethyst eyes, kissing your thigh before his nails dig into the fat of your ass.

"You need to be filled more, is that it?" Suguru groans, reaching into his pants to pull his hard dick out, and your breath catches as you notice his piercing, well, piercings. Four sets of glinting steel jewelry leading up his perfect and thick shaft, all the way to the top of his soft mushroom tip, beaded with precum and angry red. "Think she can open wide enough, Satoru?"

You moan in response, already working on positioning yourself above his waist, mouth drooling at the sight of him. You've always wondered about those piercings, apparently it makes everything more sensitive. Time to test it out.

"Satoru, let's give this a-" Suguru cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as you swirl your tongue around the metal of his piercings, placing opened mouthed kisses up and down them, leaving strings of drool attached before you finally reach his tip. You give it a couple of kitten licks, moaning at the salty taste before going as far as your throat allows, hand on his shaft and stroking jerkily as you try to fit it down you. Suguru keens, hips shuffling forward as he throws his head back. "God, fuck. Made for us, baby girl."

"Mmhmm," You agree, mouth stuffed to the brim. Satoru has moved from your pussy to mouth at Suguru's jaw, pressing hungry bites to it as he groans at the same time his partner does. You moan at the sight, cheeks pink and eyes hooded as the noise makes you choke a little, Suguru cursing and gripping your hair.

You start a rhythm alternating between bobbing your head up and down, pulling back and sucking gently, and spitting on it so your hand something to slick up the jerking. Suguru's a lot more reserved than Satoru, just watching you with hooded eyes and a keen look, whereas his partner is whining like he's the one being touched. You want to feel what those piercings are like inside you, and you tell them as much.

"Oh? Such a whore," Suguru hums appraisingly, before he's shuffled down and slapping the tip of his dick on your pussy, pulling it back with strings of your cum attached. "Can't believe you let someone else use your pussy, sweetheart. Tell me, is it still tight?"

"Suguru," You breathe, gasping as Satoru frames you from behind, groping at your tits and pulling gently on the nubs, rubbing them just to hear your squeaks. "Satoru!"

"Yeah," Satoru groans, rutting against your ass, both of you holding your breath as he catches slightly on the rim. "Fuck baby, please let me put it in?"

You vehemently shake your head, giggling a bit at his whines of protest, before you grind back against him and moan at how hard he is. You're almost about to cave, before Suguru pushes in abruptly.

"Oh, fuck." Suguru pants. You're so tight, gummy wet walls stretching and struggling to accommodate his size, the cool metal of his piercings a stark contrast to the rest of both of you. Just the thought of them inside you has you getting wetter, walls tightening as Suguru hisses, squeezing your hips. "Tight. Satoru, get the camera."

You're in too much of a daze to register what he's saying, mouth agape as you let yourself get fucked mercilessly by your supposedly platonic best friend. His tip bumps up against your g-spot and you're close to screaming, opting to sob instead, scraping your nails down his back. You already know you look a state, your own cum dripping down your thighs, a mess of tears and drool down your face as well as some blood from Satoru's face mingled in with it all.

You hear a snap, then you're suddenly gasping as the room tilts, Suguru rearranging you both so that you can ride him, his piercings catching on your pussy every thrust, your hands gripping his chest. Plap plap plap filling the room as you're riding Suguru like your life depends on it, which it might, considering he suddenly has the neglected knife off the floor at your throat, cold metal making you whine as it presses ever so slightly, your cunt fluttering at the sensation.

Suguru's feet are planted on the mattress as he fucks up into you, swearing and cursing as you feel his thrusts get more erratic.

"Ngh. You ready, Satoru?" Suguru pants out, letting the knife fall beside you as he hauls himself into a semi-sitting position, mouthing at your tits. "Perfect. Not gonna last, beautiful."

"Oh, fuck," You sob as you cream around him, milky white leaking out of you and forming around the base of his cock. He swears, and then you feel hot heat as he empties inside you. "God, oh god fuck me."

Suguru chuckles into your shoulder as he kisses it, soothing fingers massaging at the tender skin from where Satoru was gripping you earlier. You can feel your thighs burning as you slow down, only for Satoru to whine.

"Su-gu-ru." Satoru whines, and you look back. And what a picture. He's rocking on his heels, thrusting up into his own hand so he can fuck his own fist at the sight of you two. His cock is angry, red and swollen and leaking so much you wouldn't be surprised if he'd already came and simply kept going. "You promised."

"Hm?" Suguru asks in a daze, looking into your eyes with a possessiveness that has you shivering. "Go on, Satoru. Fuck her then."

Satoru groans out a thank you, and you gasp as you're pushed forwards, straight into Suguru's chest and cushioned by his arms. Your walls clench, and you bite your lip as you feel Satoru push in, Suguru's come seeping out in globs of glossy white around Satoru. Suguru is thick, but Satoru is long. Fuck, you can feel him in your chest.

"Fuck." You sob, trembling as Suguru shushes you.

"Be good for Satoru, baby. I know you can take it, such a perfect little whore for us." Suguru soothes you, wiping at the tears that fall down your cheeks. He looks to the side for something and your eyes slip closed, your body rocking as Satoru fucks you in doggy. He's so deep, almost hitting your cervix as he drives into you like an animal.

He's so whiny, mouth running a mile a minute about how perfect you are, perfect and tight little pussy, tighter than Suguru. It's so much, too perfect, that peak building so rapidly that you can't help but squeal as you feel yourself gush, mouth opening and Suguru murmurs something to Satoru, and then you feel your hair getting tugged backwards as Satoru moans his own release out, loudly.

There's a snap again, a flash as your head is yanked back, drool and mascara and fluids dripping down your chin and chest. Suguru had just taken a trophy shot, and your walls give a weak little attempt at a flutter, making Satoru practically sob into your shoulder.

He presses a dozen or so kisses to your skin, whispering sweet little thank yous over and over as he pets your hair, gently rocking his hips into you as a comfort for everything they'd just put you through. There's come dribbling down your thighs as he pulls out, and he hooks a thumb into your hole, whistling as he watches evidence of him and Suguru pulse out onto the sheets.

"Sweetheart?" Satoru asks cheekily, slapping your ass as you grumble at him, swatting behind you as Suguru laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to your forehead.

"W'ht?" You slur out, getting comfy on Suguru's strong chest, taking in the smell of his minty shampoo. Satoru is to the other side of you, drawing abstract patterns on your back. It's bliss, considering the circumstances.

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

A/N holy shit this is way longer than expected I'm so sorry. Also, I know realistically there would be a bunch of questions but if gojo and gets showed up as ghostface I'd simply just say thank you.

[yunwangja]

undercurrents | signal no. 17

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"i’m alisa. i was kuroo’s partner for his project."

you freeze. this is her. the girl from the date. your heart sinks as you picture them together, imagining all the worst possibilities.

did he leave his phone? why was she the one who picked up the call? is he still there? your mind begins to spiral, creating scenarios you can't control, each more painful than the last.

"oh," you manage to say, struggling to keep your voice steady. your throat feels tight, and your words come out slower than usual. "can i ask for kuroo?"

"uh, actually, kuroo left his phone here with me," she replies, "it’s a good thing you called - i couldn't open his phone on my own because it's password protected. i was thinking how to get it back to him. im at my place right now."

her place. your thoughts race, filling in the blanks with every worst-case scenario.

what does this mean? what the hell is happening? and what happened before this? and how could kuroo possibly accidentally leave his phone with her? the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to breathe.

"i can let his friends know," you force out, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. "they can come get it from you."

alisa agrees without hesitation, without ending the call, you quickly message the others, your fingers trembling slightly as you type.

after alisa says yes to the arrangement, you both settle to the conclusion that she'll call you back when she's arrived at the campus lobby where bo would be meeting her.

you sit in silence after the call ends, staring at your phone, thoughts swirling in your head. the quiet of your room seems louder now, every second stretching longer than it should.

where is kuroo right now? since she picked up the call at her place, was kuroo there before he left his phone? if they did, what did they do? does this mean he was that interested in her?

you try to shake off the uneasy thoughts, but they linger. you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, but that’s easier said than done. your mind can’t help but imagine things of what might’ve happened after their date. it’s a battle between rationality and your emotions, and right now, the latter is winning.

then, your phone vibrates, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. kuroo's name appear on the caller id, and you assume it's alisa calling back, just as she promised.

“hello?” you answer, your voice a bit shaky but still composed.

“hey, i’m in the campus lobby,” alisa says. “bokuto isn’t here yet, but i’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

“thanks for letting me know.”

the silence stretches for a moment. it feels awkward, hanging between the two of you, and you can’t help but feel like you should say something - anything - to fill the void.

you fidget with your fingers, unsure of what to talk about. after all, you barely know this girl, and under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

alisa breaks the silence first. “so... are you and kuroo close?”

her question catches you off guard. “uh, yeah, i guess you could say that. we’ve known each other for a while.”

“that’s nice!" alisa replies, her tone friendly. “he’s been super focused on this project. it’s kept him really busy, huh?”

you nod again, though the weight of her words makes your chest feel tight. “yeah, he’s been juggling a lot.”

the conversation stalls again, leaving you with your thoughts. you’ve known kuroo’s been busy, but hearing it from her, someone who's been spending that time with him, feels like a punch in the gut. you hesitate before asking, “where is he, by the way?”

“oh, he didn’t say,” alisa responds casually. “he just told me he had to go and left. i noticed his phone when he was gone already, and i was going to chase after him but it was too late...”

you thought nothing suspicious about her answer, but nothing that assured you that nothing happened between them. the quiet between you both stretches again, heavy and uncomfortable, and you find yourself scrambling for something else - anything - to fill the silence.

“how’s the project been for you guys?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“oh, it went really well!” she says brightly. “we worked hard, but it all paid off. i think kuroo was really happy with how it turned out.”

you try to smile at her words, but your curiosity is eating away at you. you feel the urge to ask more, even though a part of you is scared of what the answers might be.

your thoughts drift back to earlier, to the idea of them spending time together after their date, and your stomach knots with unease. but you have to know, even if the answer hurts.

desperate to distract yourself from the silence and your spiraling thoughts, you finally blurt out, “so... did you guys have a good time?”

it feels like a casual question, but the weight behind it is unmistakable to you.

alisa chuckles softly, "oh, it was nice. he’s really sweet, isn’t he?"

you force a smile, even though she can’t see it. the words feel like a punch to the gut, as if someone else is confirming how amazing kuroo is. "yeah, he is."

there’s a brief pause, and the silence returns uncomfortably. your mind is racing as you struggle to keep the conversation going.

"i’m glad you were with him while he was so busy. as i said earlier, he seems to take on a lot by himself." you say, trying to fill the void, but the words come out weaker than you intended.

"he really does," alisa agrees, her voice light, as if she’s completely unaware of the storm raging inside you. "we ended up spending a lot of time together because of it. it’s been fun. and he really knows how to make you feel at ease, doesn’t he?"

the words twist in your gut, and you have to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound of distress. you know exactly what she means. you’ve felt it too; the way kuroo can make you feel seen and heard.

and now, to hear someone else describe it, to know that she experienced it too, feels like a betrayal, even though you know it’s not.

"yeah," you manage to say. "he’s always been good at that."

the conversation drags on, each passing moment feeling like a slow unraveling of everything you thought you knew. your heart sinks deeper, weighed down by the uncertainty, the fear that maybe you’re too late. the realization that someone else has shared in those moments with him, that she knows things about him you might never know, is almost too much to bear.

"i’m happy you guys enjoyed your date," you say, trying to sound normal, but there’s a slight tremor in your voice.

alisa laughs again, this time with more amusement. "he told you it was a date too, huh?"

you blink, caught off guard by her response. "wasn’t it?"

"no, not really," alisa explains, her tone light as if it’s no big deal. "i just asked him out to coffee because of the success of our project, nothing more. he thought it was a date until he thanked me and mentioned it. so i cleared things up."

you don’t know what to say, the relief washing over you in waves, but mingling with confusion. before you can ask what happened after, alisa interrupts.

"oh, bokuto’s here," she says, her tone signaling the end of the conversation. "i’ll give him the phone. thanks a lot,"

"okay," you reply, still dazed, your mind racing with all the things you didn’t get to say or ask. bo takes the phone and tells you everything’s good, but his words barely register. you nod, barely listening, too caught up in your own thoughts.

you’re left with a thousand questions, but no answers. you want to know more, to ask her what happened next, but you guess you won’t get to know anymore.

did they talk about you? was kuroo relieved when she clarified it wasn’t a date, or was he disappointed? the uncertainty gnaws at you, leaving you with nothing but doubts.

all of a sudden, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. your heart jumps into your throat. you hesitate, then get up to answer it. you bid bo goodbye on the other line and end the call as you approach closer.

maybe it was one of your roommates checking up on your or asking for an update about what has happened. you wondered who it might be as you opened the door.

and there he was.

kuroo, breathless and panting, his hair slightly disheveled as if he ran the whole way. his eyes lock onto yours, wide with urgency.

"kuroo," you begin, confused. "what are you doing-"

"i want you, y/n."

notes

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next signal will be LOADED also bc we will see kuroo's pov !!

idk if this was a long update or not (than usual) but yeah

i had to edit this a lot of times bc i had to make sure that everything would be laid out well

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[married-to-google-translater]

Okay i saw your post asking for kny requests so id like to request smth, here me out.

What if muzan had a daughter who was married to douma and they have twin boys tgthr (obviously douma isnt exactly Muzans fav so he doesnt rlly like that but he wont stop her rlly) and the demon slayer corps find out that she exists and plan a whole kidnapping for questioning.

What do you think? Obvious if thats not exactly what your looking for in kny requests feel free to ignore this. Thanks you sm in advance and for all the wonderful fanfics u already blessed us with >.<

Muzan Kibutsuji

Oh hell

First, who gave you permission to marry Douma?

Muzan would have been absolutely against this union.

Douma is definitely not good enough for you.

No one in his opinion would bo.

Also, it would annoy Muzan that you have a thing called "own will".

Why don't you just marry Kokushibo?

Or almost anyone else...

But no...

You have to marry Douma.

Muzan did not hide his disappointment.

Douma would be best to be the perfect partner.

Even the slightest complaint from you could cost him his life.

Second, Muzan would be shocked when he cries that you were taken.

How dare they?

And where would Douma be during that time.

Didn't that idiot promise to take care of you?

Muzan would be really angry.

R.I.P the demon who had to break this news to him.

Muzan would really come to your rescue right away.

He would know you wouldn't tell anyone.

You're not that stupid.

But it would be a shame if you got caught.

When the rescue is done, it would be time to talk really seriously about your marriage with Douma.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Last Call Ride 

The bar was a hole in the wall and on the seeder side of town. The air smelled of smoke, both cigarettes and weed when Sonny entered. He stopped short at the doorway. The bar was dead on a Tuesday night, but the crowd was rougher, and he stood out in his suit and tie, while most were wearing leather and jeans. This could not be the right bar, he looked down at his cell reread the name, and rechecked the address.  

“You Carisi?” A voice boomed; Sonny looked up to see a new man at the previously empty bar setting down a box on the floor. The man was just shorter than him but built like a grizzly bear with a head of thick dark hair and tattoos running up both of his thick arms and neck. Sonny did an assessing glance around the room before walking up to the bar silently wondering how many drug deals took place here.  

“Yeah, you the one who called me?” The man looked him up and down shaking his head slightly before grunting an affirmative. “Where is-” 

“I need to see your ID.” The man cut him off gruffly. Sonny scoffed at that. 

“I’m not here to drink-”  

“Clearly,” The man cut him off, “But I’m still gonna need to see some ID, to confirm who you are, before I let you take Chickadee anywhere.” Sonny's brows pulled together at the nickname for you that he had never heard. Part of him wanted to refuse anyway but even with its rough follow-through, the sentiment was protective. He fished out his wallet and handed the man his driver's license. He studied it, his eyes flickering back a couple times. “You’re not what I expected when she said she had a new boyfriend.” Sonny had a smart-ass comment on his lips when he heard the slamming of a door. The bathroom door, you were staggering out of it looking very drunk. “I was just gonna call her a cab, but she is too far gone for that.” The man offered him back his license. “Yo Chickadee, your boyfriend’s here.”  

You looked over from where you had been making your way to the closest stool at the bar. When you see Sonny your eyes light up as you slur his name. He makes his way over to you not liking your stumbling steps. You throw your arms around him hugging him tightly, “Hey sweetheart, where are your shoes?” You pull away from him and make a face before looking down and laughing loudly at your bare feet, wiggling your toes. Sonny looked you over and realized you had lost more than just your shoes. You were down to skintight jeans and a flimsy white tank top. 

The man behind the bar whistled as he set a pair of heeled shoes on the bar top. “Better put these back on before ya leave.” You gave the man a huge grin before heading over to the bar. You sat down on the stool and started to struggle with putting them on. The man started pulling other things out from behind the bar and setting them on the counter. Your cell phone, wallet, cardigan, and your jacket. Sonny pocketed your phone and wallet before turning to see you attempt to secure your shoe on the wrong foot. “Here give me your foot doll. No, the other one.” Sonny got both shoes on your feet and shrugged into your coat but you had flat-out refused to put the cardigan back on. You were too warm, and it was itchy, so he had thrown it over his arm instead.

“Here take this, try to sober up okay kiddo.” The bartender handed you a Styrofoam cup with ice water in it with a straw and lid. You get up to your knees on the barstool to lean over the bar and give him a hug which he returns, almost dumping the drink all over him in the process. “Tanks, Alec.” Sonny's hand finds you back when you start wobbling and then eases your feet onto the floor. 

The ride home is a harder feat than he anticipates. Sonny has never seen you drunk before and quickly comes to realize you are a handful and a half. Within a minute of him getting you in the passenger seat, you had already removed your coat and shoes. When he starts driving you put your hand on his knee. At first, it is innocent, but it doesn’t take long for you to get bold and slide up his thigh. His hand catches your right before it can hit its mark, “Easy now,” You pout at him and he tries to redirect you, “Why don’t you drink some of that water that the bartender gave you.” 

“Alec,” You reply helpfully, and you sit back in your seat momentarily distracted, and drink your water. You miss Sonny’s huff of irritation and ‘yeah, him’. The next few minutes are quiet. When you finish your water Sonny knows it instantly because you're leaning across the center console and kissing his neck, loosening his tie. Then you take your bra off from under your shirt and throw it onto his shoulder. When he turns to look at you, your hard nipples are visible through your thin top, it falls onto his lap.  

“Doll, I’m trying to drive. Hey, easy, easy.” Your hand was sliding down his stomach and reaching for his belt. His hand grabbed yours again. You whined his name as a complaint, and he redirected again bringing the offending hand up to his mouth to kiss. “We are almost back to the apartment sweetheart.”  

“Then you're gonna have your wicked wayy with me?” You slur licking up his neck. You had managed to unbutton his shirt three buttons and reveal a generous amount of skin for your mouth. Even drunk you knew what you wanted and were hell-bent on getting it. 

“Yeah, I’m going to take you to bed.” You giggle happily your other hand that isn’t held by his moving to hair playing with the short ones along the nape of his neck. He didn’t bother correcting your thoughts. Even though he was half hard in his pants from you teasing he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was having sex with you when you couldn’t truly consent. He knew that drunk people had sex all the time and that it didn’t necessarily mean that it wasn’t consensual. But he had done too many years with SVU and the two of you were still fairly new in your relationship. He wasn’t willing to take the risk of you waking up with regrets even if you had just gotten a handful of his cock and were now groping at him through his pants. This was going to be a long night. 

He parked his car went around to your side, and smiled in slight amusement as he told you, “Give me your foot. No, the other one.” He didn’t even bother with the jacket that you didn’t want to wear and led you into his apartment building and into the elevator. He had thought you would get handsy again but instead was met with you telling him you had to go to the bathroom badly. It was a rush to unlock his apartment door and you stumbled to the bathroom quicker than he thought you were capable of in your current state.  

Sonny left you to it, as he warmed up some leftover pasta, found a bottle of ibuprofen, and filled up a large glass with more ice water. When you came wandering down the hall, he found that you had removed your shoes again and lost your pants leaving you in your tank top and cotton underwear. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed up on your tiptoes for an open-mouthed kiss. Sonny could taste the strong alcohol on your tongue and nothing else. He returned your kiss for a minute before breaking it to lead you to the couch where he had the pasta and water. You pout up at him as he sets you on the couch. “You need to eat something,” He pushes the bowl into your hands. Getting you to take the first bite is a challenge but after it hits your mouth you are shoveling it in suddenly starving. When you finish the bowl, Sonny places the water in one hand and four ibuprofen tablets in the other. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” 

You woke up with a groan. There was a pulsing pain behind your eyes and your mouth tasted of stale alcohol. You could feel the telltale signs of a hangover overtaking your senses. You glance around the room and note that it isn’t your apartment that you're at but Sonny’s. You slowly push yourself up to a sitting position and note that you are naked aside from Sonny’s dress shirt, with only two buttons holding it closed. One by your belly button and the other at your breasts. The shirt was higher on one side from the buttons not being matched up in the proper holes.  

You groaned wondering how badly you had embarrassed yourself the night before. You didn’t remember calling him for a ride but apparently, you had at some point. You had only started drinking because you had been having a bad day, not at work but with your family. You hadn’t meant to get that wasted. You crawl out of bed only because you have to go to the bathroom badly. You're a little shaky on your feet while you're washing your hands when Sonny leans in through the open doorway, “How are you feeling?” You lean back against the sink. 

“Hungover,” You pull awkwardly at the shirt to fix the hemline then remembering you can’t without rebuttoning it. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. I don’t mind picking you up ever.” You chance a look at him, and he looks tired like he had had a long night himself. 

“I’m just glad that I had the sense to call you.” His eyebrows furrow, and he smooths your tangled bedhead.  

“You didn’t call me. You don’t remember last night at all do you?”

You sigh and shake your head embarrassed. "Barely, bits and pieces."

“Your bartender friend, the one that looks like Hercules with a neck tattoo, he called me to come get you.” You pause staring at him for a minute before it clicks.  

“Oh, you mean Alec.” 

“Yeah him.” Your head is still pulsing, but you can see the way his face changes and his voice gets an edge to it. “Why were you even at a bar like that? In that neighborhood?” You feel confused and slightly defensive as you answer.  

“I was visiting family. Not all of us come from Staten Island.”  

He instantly softens, “I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean it like that. You drunk in a neighborhood like that- It just makes me nervous. My job has made me paranoid. All the things that could have happened.” You’re still not used to Sonny’s willingness to apologize. You’re used to fighting until the bitter end with your Exes and it leaves you slightly out of sorts. It makes being softer and talking things out easier, but it still leaves you uncomfortable with the unfairness.  

“It’s okay, but I do know how to take care of myself, Sonny. I wouldn’t have drank that much if I didn’t feel safe. Alec wouldn’t have-” Sonny scoffed at his name, and you cut off abruptly and then you smirked at your boyfriend. “Oh, I get it.” 

“Get what?” 

“You’re jealous.” 

“No,” He denies before continuing, “Well, yeah, maybe. I mean the guy looks like a damn gladiator. You are all smiles and hugging up on him while he’s smirking calling you ‘Chickadee’. Yeah, why would that make me jealous.” You laugh even as it makes your head throb. 

“I’ve known Alec since elementary school when he was a scrawny preteen. And that cute little nickname was a tease at the fact that I didn’t shut up when I was a kid and it stuck. I was Chika dee dee deeing all the time.” You push off the sink and wrap your arms around his hips, “He called you because he knew that I trusted you to take care of me. Besides, I went home and slept with you.” 

“We didn’t sleep together doll.” Sonny admonished as he caressed your back.  

“We didn’t?” You sound surprised as you search his eyes, “Really? I vaguely remember getting up close and personal with you on the way home. And I know I get handsy when I’m drunk. Did I fall asleep before I could fallow through?” 

“No, you were awake, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. I had a hell of a time keeping clothes on you and me.” Sonny gestured to your sleep shirt. You leaned down and smelled the shirt. You could smell Sonny’s aftershave and cologne still lingering on it. He had probably been wearing it the night before. 

“I’m confused,”  

“You were drunk, way past the ability to give consent.” Sonny's face is serious and he is using his ADA voice, but you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you.  

“Baby, my hands were down your pants, and I was taking my clothes off. How much more enthusiastic consent did you want?” You tease, leaning farther into him.  

“This thing with us is still new. I didn’t want you to wake up and regret anything.” You smile at him then reach up to cup his jaw turning it and pulling down his t-shirt collar to reveal more of his neck. There was a trail of dark hickeys and love bites starting at his pulse point and making their way down his neck. You trail your fingers over the bruises. You had done a number on his neck. “You didn’t make it easy on me.”  

“Yeah, I can have that effect.” You pause, “Well for future reference if I come onto you while I’m drunk like that again as long as I’m willing and awake you have my consent to sex me up. I love a good round of drunk sex.” 

“Noted,” Even as Sonny said it you knew he felt a little uncomfortable with the idea, “How about a shower? I can wash your back.” His fingers slid down your back pulling you closer to him. 

“You saying I stink?” You ask even as your fingers undoes the first button.  

I swear every Sonny story I write comes completely out of nowhere and won’t leave me until I finish it. I hope you guys enjoyed this xoxo  

[musclemanveryregular]

[ID: Margaret the (not actually a) robin from regular show is on the lwft side of the image at her old job as a waitress. Cloudy Jay, the cloud lady from regular show, is on the right side of the image sitting on the floor in her apartment, leaning against a couch, watching TV. /end ID]

Original poll with info for Margaret

Original poll with info for Cloudy Jay

Master post link

A few things I forgot to mention plus scenarios below:

Margaret:

-Again, transgender and hot.

-likes long walks on the beach, and fine dining.

-reporter so she can take care of you if need be.

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(mo?) version: You've been working for the Park in the background for a while. You used to hang out there all the time so you knew a few of the people, but then they got back from space and a job opening ad appeared, which you applied for, which you got accepted for, and you are now fairly acquainted with the guys there. And one person you met at one point was Margaret. You exchanged numbers at the wedding of your coworker, Rigby. She seemed like a fun time to hang out with.

And now here it is on the weekend and you have absolutely nothing to do.

So you call up Margaret and you offer to bring the weed, although if you die from weed you probably don't have weed, and she says she prefers edibles and that she has plenty.

Getting to her place you find that theyre 5 mg a piece. (Now I dont know your tolerance level, if you've only ever smoked and never really done much in terms of eating then it may not take much to get you far. As an ediblehead they're so nice because you get this 2 hour delay that is like a super punch. So essentially of you have things you need to take care of you get a time limit on when you need to get things done before they kick in. So I personally take a medically prescribed Adderall (if it isn't Saturday, and it is instead Sunday I dont take the Adderall) play neopets to complete my dailies and the ongoing plot and then do as much cleaning as I can(though again only on Saturdays because I dont take the Adderall on Sundays) before they hit me like a truck and I start doing weird things like writing fanfiction about cartoon characters on polls about those characters.)

So you eat what you think is about right for you and you end up eating just a tad too much maybe? Or maybe this stuffs just more potent than what you're used to of edibles and you get really really high.

But it's incredibly chill theres lots of pillows and blankets and the lights are on super low and there's candles lit everywhere, and the room smells so so so so good. So you just hang out and vibe and sleep over in a little blanket fort in separate sleeping bags in semi separated rooms in the fort with a dulled light and blown out candles.

Possibly romo, possibly lesbo, possibly hetero, possibly bi(bo?): everything above but you both are kissing each other so much throughout the night. And fall asleep together in one big sleeping bag.

Cloudy Jay:

-uh hold on, I need a moment actually.

-tbh, im not sorry, but she's trans too

--c'mon. Mordecai is a chaser.

-shes also hot.

-not as financially stable but hey, who is these days?

-a little clingy in the romo area

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(ero?): So it's been a month since you hung out with margaret and you've been hanging around this (new, to you) cafe with Mordecai and Rigby lately. You've been working with them for a moment now and you're getting to know their usual hang out spots. Apparently this cafe is where one of their old co workers, High 5 Ghoul (you think?), met his wife. The guys go sit down while you wait in line for everyone, they've been working outdoors while benson put you on babysitting his daughter while he's out of town with his old band having finally mended their path and now spends the occasional weekends playing at all the big venues. She's really well adjusted for her age and isn't much trouble at all so it's no where near as tough as yard work.

There you notice a girl in front of you in line made of clouds who has a t shirt that has a reference to [insert hyperfixation and/or favorite topic here]. So you get to talking about your hyyperfixation and/or favorite topic and you have an absolutely wonderful time. She heads out back to her work but not before giving you her number so you can hang out and watch something pertaining to that interest this weekend.

You get there and she has two pre rolled blunts that are pretty well packed she got from her dealer, who always insists on selling her the fair price of a gram and then rolling her joints FOR her? Like, what's that all about huh??? She knows how to roll them but like, why would she pass up on this??

You and her smoke and enjoy the show the rest of the night with some video games then fall asleep on different bunk beds.

Could be romo, maybe lesbo, maybe hetero, maybe bi(lo?): second verse same as the first except there's lots and lots of kissing and you fall asleep together in the same bed.

Aside: if you take the possible romo (etc) option you will end up having this girl wanting to date you. You don't know this in story and must decide if you'd end up making the same mistakes as mordecai or not fumbling this babe.

[bella-goths-wife]

Slashers becoming obsessed after a one night stand (NSFW)

Michael Myers

You met Michael at a Halloween party

He was outside looking for potential victims when he spotted you and gave you his predatory stare

You just assumed he was a cute guy (based on his height and build) who was interested in you

So you decided to make a come hither motion before separating from the party and heading into an alley way

Michael follows, very confused, and is about to kill you before you start taking off your top and getting on your knees in front of him

Not sure what your doing, but still intrigued, he gives you a nod to see what you would do

You proceeded to take him out of his jumpsuit and blew him right then and their which quickly turned to very rough sex against the wall

Just as he cums and takes himself out of you, he’s stood there confused about how you could make him feel the most pleasure he’s ever experienced

You take advantage of his confusion and decided to leave, not very used to sticking around afterwards

You, however, left your bag- which contained your ID

He uses this information to find out where you live and he decided to visit you

He wanted to feel the pleasure you gave him again, he wanted to be inside you and hear your moans against his ears

He was thoroughly disappointed when he saw you with another man in your bed through your window

He was furious, you were his- couldn’t you see that he claimed you after that fateful night

Every man he saw enter the house, he would promptly kill when they left

He followed you everywhere in the hopes that you would notice him and fall to your knees in front of him again

He wanted you to beg for him again

He’ll do whatever it takes to be inside you again

Bo Sinclair

Bo met you when you were staying in a motel near Ambrose

He was staying there after a particularly nasty fight with his brother after a victim almost got loose

When he saw you, he instantly knew you were his type

He decided to flirt with you which eventually ended up with you riding his cock on the chair in your room

He loved to hear you moan as you bounced in his cock, and for once he felt his worries melt away as he kissed you neck

When you had both finished, bo felt himself unexpectedly wanting to have some pillow talk with you and a cuddle session

When he tried you quickly shut it down by telling him that you had to get up early so it was best that he left

Bo was shocked, he was the one who usually shut people down and left, but you challenged him and that intrigued him

He left before entering your room again with a spare key he had swiped after he heard you gentle snores

He traced your soft skin as he remarked that you smelt like warm vanilla

He wanted to be able to crawl into your bed and feel the warmth of your skin as he held you, but he resisted his urges

After that he tried flirting with you again, you rejected his advances and told him that it was a one time thing

He was enraged

You were meant to fall for him, he was playing the good guy for you, and you dare to spit it back in his face?

He decided it was time to play dirty when he heard that your stay in the motel was ending soon

He kidnapped you and brought you back to the house

He was determined to make you into his little housewife, and if you couldn’t do that- he’s sure you’d make a good doll instead

Vincent Sinclair

You met Vincent after you visited the house of wax

You caught him sneaking around and began chatting with him

He was shocked that you were so nice to him

When you began to flirt, Vincent got flustered and accidentally cornered you when he leaned into your hand that was playing with his hair

You took this as your cue, and began kissing the lips of his mask

He didn’t know what to do at first but he quickly put his hands on your hips

The situation ended up with you two fucking against the wall of the museum

He thought this was a confession that you loved him and that you were both in a relationship

This was quickly shut down when you got up to leave

He grabbed your hand with desperation and silently begged you to stay, you refused and felt creeped out at the situation

You tried to get out of the museum and out of panic, Vincent strangled you until you lost consciousness

He didn’t know what to do, he loves you and after you both had sex, he wants you in his life forever

He decided to have you chained to his bed until you admitted that you loved him too

When you didn’t cooperate, Bo decided to do his brother a favour and introduced you to the wax machine

He convinced Vincent that if you wouldn’t cooperate that a wax version of you would be much more submissive

Asa Emory

You were one of Asa’s students (he’s a college professor btw- still wrong but reader isn’t underage)

He had seen you before and while, yes he saw you as physically attractive, you were his student

It wasn’t until he asked you to stay after class to discuss your grades when you began your seduction

Your seductive gaze worked so well that he was between your thighs on his desk in the matter of minutes

He found your sweet taste intoxicating, he wanted to drink you fully

He fully believed that he could spend the rest of his life between your soft thighs as they wrapped around his head

Once he was finished, he tried taking to you but you were out of the door before he could get a word out

After that, you became a clear favourite in the class, which while it was fun and gave you an advantage, didn’t exactly help your popularity

He would sit you in the desk closest to him and would constantly uses his advances to invite you into his bed

The last straw for Him was when a boy in the class was flirting with you

He quickly confronted you and you called him pathetic

He was so angry that he knocked you out

You were quickly added to the collection

If you wouldn’t love him naturally, he was patient enough to let Stockholm syndrome set in

Thomas Hewitt

You met Thomas when you were exploring the abandoned village

You ran into an old bridal shop and thought it would be fun to play dress up

Thomas was conveniently looking for a birthday gift for Luda may when he stumbled across you

When Thomas spotted you, you were wearing a beautiful white dress with a veil on while you twirled and giggled at your reflection in the mirror

Thomas was stunned, you were an angel, a bride sent from god as a reward to him for being such a good boy

When you spotted him, you laughed in embarrassment as you tried to explain your situation

You thought that he was also playing dress up too because of his mask, so as a joke you encouraged him to wear a grooms outfit so you matched

After he changed and you joked around about a ceremony not being complete without a kiss

He took this seriously as he thought that the both of you were legitimately getting married, that you were now mrs Hewitt

He quickly kissed you which turned into the two of you having gentle, romantic sex on the floor of the bridal shop

This was life changing in Thomas’s eyes, he was now married to you, a beautiful angel

So he was quick to anger when you tried leaving

You were his angel, his blessing, HIS wife and you were trying to leave?

Before you could even explain your hoisted over his shoulder and put into the car before he knocks you out after you threw some unsavoury words at him

He couldn’t wait to bring you home, after all what’s a better birthday gift for Luda may then a daughter in law and future grand babys?

Baby firefly

You and baby met when you were at a skeevy bar with your friends

She instantly spotted you and thought you were beautiful so she came up to you and started flirting up a storm

You gave in and bought her a drink

This quickly turned into you going down on her in the ladies toilets

She felt like she was in heaven with the way you moved your tongue and gave her immense pleasure

This became a Friday night routine as she always found you so the two of you could hook up

This was until you started going on dates with other people on Fridays instead of meeting up with baby

She’s furious, you were her little toy to break and put back together

She kills off of all your dates until you have no option but return back to her as she’s the only reliable romantic interest you had

This is where she wants you, vulnerable and craving her

You’ll be joining the firefly’s in no time

Otis driftwood

You met Otis when he and the other firefly’s kidnapped you and your friends

He knew you were his type and you used it up your advantage as you thought sleeping with his might get you a chance to escape

Otis accepts your advances, thinking you’d be a good fuck before he killed you

So he held your hips down as he pounded into you while you pulled out your most pornograthic noises in an attempt to get him to like it more

After he’s done he smells your strawberry scented hair and looks Into your intoxicating eyes and he knows right then and there

He’s keeping you

He makes you watch as he kills your friends in an attempt to make you fear him to make you more submissive to his actions

You end up resisting him more so he decides to show you some sketch’s of his future creations

It’s creepy enough until the sketches start to look more and more eerily similar to you

Otis reminds you that If you play a good little firefly, he won’t need to make any more creations for a while

[yourmumsc0ck]

NER KAR'TA (4)

"My heart"

'THE RECONCILE'

Summary: A time after the Purge, Bo-Katan runs into an old 'acquaintance' as she roams the galaxy alone

Bo-Katan Kryze x fem!ClanVizslaR

(Can be read individually)

Word count: 1.8k

"Imperial security checks ahead, have identichips ready. Imperial security checks ahead..." the monotonous drone of the announcement resonates from the speakers across the cramped street in a slightly unsynchronised echo. Being pulled along with the turbulent tide of city night goers, even Bo couldn't navigate her way out of the crowd that she had found herself so suddenly immersed in.

Despite the cloudless night sky far above, the overwhelming darkness of the atmosphere meant the permanent streams of starship underbelly lights replaced the static stars. The only sources of light at ground level came from boldly lit storefronts advertising all manners of exotic items. However, the cramped, high-walled street meant almost all of these lights were permanently obscured by curtains of passers by or sheets of stiffly vertical rain.

"Understood," a stormtrooper states firmly to member of the crowd, whose figure was covered by a low-hanging, dark robe. The torrential rain pommels off every sky-facing surface, which includes Bo's exposed head. As dripping auburn hair falls into her face and obscures her view, the former Mand'alor only catches a glimpse of the dark figure merging back into the sea of people.

Helmet firmly under her arm and cloak, Bo focuses on finding her way out of this situation: she has no identification, and any facial scan would send her straight to the ISB for definite execution. She hadn't battled this long through her life to lose at surprise ID checkpoint.

Slowly inching her way to the right side of the street, she finds herself uncomfortably close to the row of stormtroopers attentively monitoring the process. Bo knew she had to make a break for it soon.

Looking up a little, she hopes her semi-clear view of the galaxy above would not be her last. It was too soon to say goodbye.

Inhaling deeply and grasping the hilt of her holstered hand blaster, Bo steps out of the crowd and tries to slip away between two groups. Despite her efforts, it was almost inevitable that she would be spotted.

"Hey! You there!" the slight augmented voice of a trooper calls out sharply as he lifts his blaster, "Stop where you are!"

Revealing her fire arm, Bo shoots before he can, the pinpoint shot sending him into a crumpled heap.

"Stop!-"

Another falls to her blaster shot, but she hadn't expected the reinforcements to surround her with such quick coordination.

"Hands up! Drop your weapon!" the stormtrooper ahead of her yells.

Bo refuses: she won't go down so easily.

"I said: hands up-" the man continues, taking two steps forward. Bo raises her blaster quickly, ready to fire, "Drop it-"

"Stop!" a strangely familiar voice cuts through the already turbulent situation. To her left, Bo watches with confusion as the hooded figure from earlier emerges. In the fractured darkness of the street, their face is still obscured, "I am ISB Lieutenant Paxton, and this rebel is under my custody."

'Oh, kriff," Bo thinks with a sense of almost humorous dread, "Maybe I should've got myself shot."

"Sir, may I see some identification?" the nearest one asks with a deep, clipped tone.

There's a moment's pause, before the figure responds, "Yes... if you must."

Holding out the indentichip for examination, the trooper quickly stiffens and holds his blaster to his side, "Sorry, sir. Would you like an accompanying guard, sir?"

"No, that won't be necessary, trooper," the voice dismisses him, before approaching Bo in two measured steps, "This rebel will not attempt to fight me, if she knows what's best for."

"Very well, sir."

"You are dismissed," the others all hurry away. Arm suddenly twisted behind her back, Bo finds herself being pushed forcefully down a deserted alley way, winding through a maze of identically depressive streets.

"Get off me, you-" surprisingly, the supposed ISB agent lets go before even having to complete her demand. Bo watches the still-concealed figure, before asking with indigent confusion, "Who are you?"

"You are a very different woman to find, Kryze," you respond slowly, watching as her eyes search desperately under your hood for any glimpse of your appearance.

"Who are you?" she asks again, slowing and emphasising each word. You can see why she was such an intimidating Mand'alor.

"I got word from various contacts of a 'lone Mandalorian female with blue and white armour'. It had to be you," you continue, "didn't make the journey to track you any shorter. Like really, Canto Bight? Daiyu?"

Bo pauses, as if realising that this person is no ordinary bounty hunter or recruiter. However, they also couldn't be from the Empire. This time, with caution and deep thought to her words, she asks again, "...Who are you?"

You let out a slight huff: you thought she might have worked it out herself. With the rain still pouring between you like a thick, translucent pane of scratched glass, you tug down your hood and immediately feel the pummelling droplets cascading over every inch of your exposed head.

Despite being able to see her for the past few minutes, it's different to see her when she can see you as well. It had been so long, yet she and her gaze had changed so little. Both her gaze for people, and her gaze for you.

"...Mesh'la?" she takes a tentative step forwards, watching you as intently as she always did. However, this time you can see into her eyes as well (something which her heavily guarded persona used to conceal so steadfastly). She appears almost... nervous. But how could that be?

"Bo- I-" your words catch. Despite practicing a whole range of ways this could go, all memory of that preparation was lost down the gutter along with the tidal curtains of sweeping rain. As she takes another step, it's apparent that she is becoming even clearer; every curve and ridge of her face was so familiar.

"You died..." she mumbles, her face falling to a concernedly disappointed one as she almost appears to be trying to wake herself from a vision of sorts. That wasn't quite how you saw this going. You had had your fair share of near-lethal run ins with the Empire, but none that- oh...

Tenad 3 Major: a run of the mill, mid-rim trade port which had an unusually lucrative cargo going through it a few years ago. Now, to all of your sources - including your initial informant and semi-boss at the time - it was barely guarded with anything more than a couple of TIEs. Easy work. Except... it really wasn't. A few mistimed proton bombs and another volatile cargo shipment (doing what volatile shipments do) later, and the Empire had declared you dead. Or, 'perished with indistinguishable incineration' was there exact phrasing.

"Tenad was a mess, but I'm fine..." the vast burn marks from the proton blast and general anarchy said differently. However, with some backstreet modshop appointments and a few too many of those bacta viles later, and you looked significantly less like fried Bantha fodder than before. Didn't mean you felt less like it though.

"Your ear..." of course she noticed so quickly. With a face of pure concern, her exposed fingertips reach up to brush the freezing, rain-covered metal surface.

Despite keeping it exposed because you thought it looked pretty badass, you begin feel slightly insecure. What if she doesn't like it? It's not very Mandalorian, is it?, "I've been meaning to, uh, cover it up, but- but I-"

"I like it, cyar'ika," she smiles lightly, the slight tense in her jaw and static nature of her eyes telling you she hadn't done that in a while. But you loved the sight. Tracing around the shape, her finger follows down to where the metal binds back with the skin by your jaw. As she crosses the boundary, you shiver at the contact, "It's been so long... I feel like I know nothing about you anymore."

"You know everything important, cyare," you lean slightly into her touch. There's a clear Rancor in the room however, so you decide to get it over with, "I'm so sorry... about the Purge, that is... I- you..."

She notices how you get lost again, choking up at the thought of losing your home so permanently beyond your reach. For you, Mandalore was not a place; it was foremost a people. And those people were so brutally gone.

"It wasn't the planet... it was my clan; my people beyond that. I was lost, but I still slept. That was, until I hear you were dead, and I never even got the chance to protect you..." you step forward as her eyes glaze, knowing this moment of such vivid vulnerability was something she wasn't used to. You grab her free hand, pulling away layers of the rain between you until it is only a thin veil, "All I could see was your burning armour, and smoke, and a wreckage, and you just being gone, and-"

"Shh, cyare..." you reach your hand up to her rain-soaked cheek and hold it with tantalising delicacy as you ghost your finger over the edge of her cheek bone. The dim night - interrupted intermittently by dashing streaks of transport lights above - condenses and confines itself into the high-walled, cramped alley like a compressed blanket, pushing you even further together. You breath, "One day, you will balance those nights lost with ones of pure nothingness. And I will be here... if you want me, that is."

She lets out a huffed laugh, a playfully sad smile toying on her lips, "Of course I want you, mesh'la."

Your tracing stops as you fix your position. A silent conversation passes between you, just as you imagine the mystical force to allow the Jedi to do the same. It's paralysingly small between you, however the tumbling torrents of rain still find gaps to trickle through. That and half a breath of air are all that is between you.

"You still have it," you sort of blurt out as you notice the fragment of rugged, red stone you had given her as a parting gift now hanging around her neck on a black chain.

She smiles softly, though a sad tinge creeps up and down-turns her eyes a fraction, "I couldn't hope to close my eyes for a minute without it."

There's no dramatic crash, nor are jumping sparks between you. Instead, it feels homely. The familiar feeling of your closeness had been in everything but the physical nature. The lack of rain between you had left a warm silence to enclose around you like a swaddling blanket. Neither of you deepen the tantalising connection, allowing the light brushes and urge for air to bring you back to reality.

Bo finally tilts her chin down, her forehead resting on yours, "All this time..."

"I didn't live..." you breath deeply, "because I can't live without ner kar'ta (my heart)."

Aww, wasn't that cute. Anyway, that's the end so check out the rest of the series if you haven't already!!

[ge]

🎭— me personally id like to write a fic of my own headcanon of cheong myeong dreaming of old mout hua and all of them living after the war every night when he goes to rest and it incites such deep longing in him that ever since the first time he dreamt of it he pushes himself to wake up incredibly early and go to rest as late as he can to keep the dreams of what could have brrn at bay because it hurts him so badly that it wasn't the future that he got. Thats just me though 🤔

theres also probably times when he indulges in those dreams and allows himself to feel the false comfort for even a moment and having his brothers and tang bo with him (most probably during like for example when he met tang zhan or iykyk after finding cheong jin 🤷‍♂️) but you know!!! 😁😁😁 thats just what i think

OOHHH WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS TO MEEEE this feels so totally real like i could definitely imagine chung myung acting this way in canon.. sleep depriving himself until he cant anymore so he turns to drinking himself into unconsciousness where he never remembers the dreams after he wakes up so he keeps doing that until the disciples get so worried they have to stage an intervention..

[bos-basement]

ahhhhhhh i finally finished reading the script (link here, also if you know of any other scripts from earlier or later in production plz send, i would like to read those too)

and here are some of my notes!

bo sustains a knee injury, as well as the headlight getting busted here, in a cut intro you can view some of here, this would also be the only time he is shown to kill someone

nick is two years younger then carly, so they arent twins

paige wanted to marry blake instead of her being pregnent (which still doesnt matter in the end, seriously why was this her character detail?)

script implies its vincent at the campsite due to his laboured breathing, but bts implies that lester broke the fanbelt (i think its vincent cuz why would he have daltons camera?)

the roadkill pit is 8 foot deep and 50 feet in diameter

town used to be called Athelston, also used to be a mining town instead of having a sugar mill

lester fully enjoys being sadistic to carly and wade lmao

movie theater says its playing body snatchers lol

script takes into account louisiana heat (as well as infrastructure) for the house of wax

both bo and lester have a cb radio, def how they communicate about victims, also fake detour signs to lure people into town

the line about how carly could win the beauty pageant gets way darker when you know the victim from the cut intro was made into that wax figure

bo says trudy wanted to make a town of wax in his spiel to wade and carly, is this also a lie? also adds more credence to the theory that trudy also killed

victor and trudy switch places in the story, victor dies by house fire (full on lie which shows the story is at least not all true) and trudy kills herself

bo wouldve asked wade to help him in the house if he didnt need to go piss, bo had zero thought into killing them lmao

continuing he prolly talked to vince about a plan while wade and carly waited for him at the gas station

wade puts up more of a fight, very glad the movie didnt, that bitch deserved to get got cuz of all his snooping

carly escapes into a house (lesters mayhaps 👀 prolly not tho lol) instead of the church, she also gets a hit on bos hand

also escapes into community pool where bo catches her

jonesy is prolly vincents, she sleeps in the basement while he works on wade

"Bo (mocking) : What happened to Wade?" hes so silly goofy 🥰🤪😚

dalton and nick dont have a conversion about how nick took the blame for him

script makes a typo and calls nick wade for a line

dalton is the one to check out the gas station and talk with bo, bo leads him to the house of wax

ok i have to talk about the fanbelt now cuz wtf is up with it? bo has a 15 inch in a drawer at the shop, but like no one can appreciate the dramatic irony except us and him?? what would he have done if wade had a 16 or 14 inch?? do they only go after cars with 15 inch fanbelts????

ALSO!!! would he have just let wade and carly go if they had found the 15 inch????? BO IS FUCKING STUPID AND I LOVE HIM

AND!!!! ALSO!!!! as @hollabackgrl pointed out in her alternate scenarios post, what would have happened if lester/vincent stole the fanbelt out of blakes truck?? seriously bo lucked into wade having a 15 inch 😒

bo uses he/him pronouns for jonesy 😔😔 sad day for us girl jonesy truthers 😔😔😔

also the script keeps calling her "The Mongrel" so mean to her 😔😔😔 (p.s. where did we get the name jonesy??? like did the fandom just agree on that name or is it in some extras in the dvd? /gen)

nick is abke to go into the snack store? grocery store? and finds a deer that wade hit at the start in the back, id like to believe that its because lester was going to cook it but its infested with rats, so why keep it and not throw it into the pit?

dalton finds wade in the basement instead of being displayed

vincent has steeled toed boots, nice :)

nicks still the one to free carly, there just no confrontatiom with bo

nick and carly go into the church still

script mentions shotgun wound in trudys head, so some of bos story is true,,, maybe?

paige does a strip tease but vince slices at her shoe? lmao

nick and carly run into a looney toons showing instead of "whatever happened to baby jane"

diversity win! the murderous twins that incase people in wax dont discriminate on who dies!

bo and vincent hadnt been seperated until 3-4 years old??

bos able to get both arrows out, movie bo needs to step up his game 😒😒 /j

i love how the script characterizes vincent as super pissed about everything

switch board has a label for chimney smoke??? how tf does that work???

bo and vincent never argue in the kitchen, in fact it seems as though theyre more in tune with eachother

we gotta cancel nick, he hits jonesy with a wax arm >:[

bos feelings towards trudy vexes me and i hate it

vincents scars are described differently, having actually been scarred over

carly aggitates bo by saying trudy hated him (which he hates?? seriously what tf goes on in his head) and saying he killed her instead of trying to get vincent on her side by saying bo manipulated him (which is bs anyway but i'll get to that in my analysis on the movie 😌😌)

And thats it! actual deep thoughts and analysis will come when i rewatch the movie and pause every frame /hj (will add link here when that happens) but thats everything i found interesting about the script and what all changed from it to the actual movie, im open to discussing in the comments or my dms ^^

[spricket-central]

this is a particularly hard memorial to write.

let me tell you about Bagel, the king of Chill.

on may 23rd, 2023, i successfully hatched my first ever captive bred spricket, a special girl named Poppyseed.

having one hatchling was already exciting, but soon afterwards, i spotted another fresh hatchling on my bedroom wall.

i tried to capture the lil guy, but he bounced away before i could, and i was unable to find him.

i theorize this little hatchling was Bagel, because exactly two months later, i found a young nymph in my bedroom who appeared to be exactly the same age as Poppy. this time, i managed to catch him!

if this was the same hatchling, im so, so grateful i got a 2nd chance at catching him.

to match his buddy, Poppyseed, i decided to name him Bagel.

he was pretty chill as a young nymph. id often find him just zoning out in the open. i was actually somewhat concerned by this behavior, as nymphs are typically EXTREMELY shy, so i worried that he was perhaps in too poor health to hide away, but my fears ended up being unnecessary. Bagel was just Like That!

he was even pretty chill during tank cleanings as a nymph, going into the Jr. Tube used for transport with no fuss! ...he became more defiant of the tube as he aged though, ahaha. damn.

theres no way of telling the sex of a spricket until they reach the age where females begin to sprout their ovipositor. when i noticed Poppyseed's coming in, i was hoping Bagel would turn out to be male so i could play matchmaker with them, and to my delight, his butt remained bare!

it became pretty evident as he aged that Bagel was just extremely laid-back (for a spricket at least). even when he lived on the kitchen counter, a fairly busy place, he would just remain unbothered, even when i was making a bit of a commotion while preparing my cat Wembley's food. this man was truly The Vibe Master.

about a week after Poppyseed, Bagel had his final molt and entered adulthood, which meant it was finally time for the two to meet!

when i moved the pair into my biggest tank (the Luxury Suite, i call it), i didnt know what to expect. i put Bagel in first, and he got a bit spooked upon entry (chill as he was, he was still a spricket, ahaha) and ended up hanging on the ceiling. oops. i went ahead and added Poppy, and she immediately seemed to be aware of Bagel's presence up there: she was anxiously pacing around beneath him, rapidly waggling her antennae straight up in the air to touch them against his. eventually, the curiosity was too much for her, and with a boing, she sprung up onto the ceiling to join him!

they sat up there together for a while, now touching each other with their antennae gently and calmly. it would end up being the beginning of a truly special little relationship.

sprickets are, of course, insects. theres no way of us to truly know what they are capable of thinking and feeling with those simple little brains, but i think its safe to say they dont form complex bonds with each other in the way we and our fellow social mammals do... but there was definitely some form of "affection" between Poppyseed and Bagel, to whatever extent sprickets can feel it. they had an observable preference for each others company. id find them just calmly relaxing side by side extremely often, whether they asleep or awake.

they spent most of their lives together, coexisting, mating... and chasing each other away from their daily veggies. hey, no relationship is perfect!

on april 25th, only a day after she turned 11 months old, Poppyseed died peacefully of old age. Bagel lingered beside her body. he wasnt cannibalizing it (as sprickets, being opportunistic scavengers, are prone to doing to their fallen comrades); just sitting beside. it. he lingered in the spot her body laid after i removed it to bury her.

i dont think sprickets feel grief, but i was a little worried for Bagel all the same. losing his partner of 9 months was still a change, and every living thing strives for homeostasis. still, in his new, smaller tank, he continued to thrive.

he had grown "outgoing" in his old age, often to be seen taking little strolls during the day, and, of course, continuing to emanate emaculate vibes. he was a delight to observe, and was such a handsome boy! he had this lovely pair of spots on his back, a striking feature that had always made him easy to tell apart from Poppyseed, even when without seeing his lack of an ovipositor.

because of how close in age he was to Poppyseed, i knew that Bagel didnt have much time left either after she passed, but he hung on for much longer than i could have hoped for: a whole month! he was active and spunky right up to his final day.

when noticed his slumped, lethargic posture on night, i knew it was time to say goodbye. he passed away peacefully the next day. while i didnt know his exact age, having been wild caught and not hatched in captivity, i estimate he lived to be about an entire year old.

it was a wonderful year spent with him. id like to imagine it was for him too. he had a safe home and never had to go hungry. he had a tankmate, and got to mate... many, many times, ahaha. and, while he had no way of knowing or comprehending it, he was so, so loved.

Bagel... i cant thank you enough for the joy youve given me. ive raised quite a few sprickets, but you truly did stand out from the rest. every spricket has its own personality: some have been brave, some have been spunky, but no one has had the laid-back nature you brought to the table. you were my suave little sleepy head, and im so, so grateful for every moment i had with you. im grateful to have caught you, whether it was my 2nd chance or my 1st. im grateful to have gotten to see you grow and thrive. im grateful that you and Poppyseed were able to grow old together.

i love you, you silly old man. I'll always love you. thank you for being my friend.

i will always remember my dearest Bagel, The Vibe Master. 💚

Bagel

July 23rd, 2023 (caught) - May 25th, 2024

[chans-room]

Don't Hang Up: Opening Scene

Rating: 18+ / Minors DNI

Warnings: depictions of violence, gore, murder, minor character death, I'm sorry in advance but I needed someone to kick this off and I figured it had to be a couple of bad bitches 😩 this is still VERY much an Ateez fic, please don’t let this chapter fool you.

A/n: and so we begin lol thank you to my beta reader @slashersteve and @sailoryooons for vibe checking this as my fellow Ghostface lover. There are a few texts/images at the end bc I can’t help myself — let me know what you think 🖤

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Jimin huffed in frustration, attempting to fish his phone out of his back pocket without overturning the drink carrier in his other hand. He rolled his eyes seeing Taehyung’s name flash across the screen — he would be calling to ask how far away Jimin was with his precious menagerie of drinks instead of coming to the door to help him.  With a snarl of frustration, he balanced the phone on the drink lids and accepted the call. 

“Yah! You better come open the door for me! I walked all the way across campus for your ridiculous fucking double chocolate frappuccino and your orange juice with ice; which made me feel like a serial killer when I was ordering it by the way. The barista stared at me like I’d asked her to commit genocide,” Jimin squawked. 

An unfamiliar laugh filtered through the phone’s speaker, making Jimin freeze. “Now, now, is that how you answer a call from your beloved boyfriend?” Jimin frowned, looking at the caller ID, which only confirmed the call was coming from his boyfriend. But the voice was distinctly not Taehyung. It sounded mechanical and menacing, nothing like the warm, dulcet tone he was familiar with.

“Why do you sound like that?” Jimin questioned absently, fighting the way his heart began to race. 

“I’m just trying stuff out for Halloween pranks. Come on, don’t you remember what week it is?” The mechanical voice asked teasingly, making Jimin sigh and roll his eyes.

Of course Tae was already preparing for Halloween — he should have known. He felt silly for getting so nervous all of the sudden, despite standing at their own locked front door; the same one he’d walked out of only 45 minutes before. Jimin kicked the door open with the toe of his boot, throwing his keys onto the side table. “Alright, well you got me. Now come get your shit, and let’s get started on Love Island. We have so much to catch up on.”

Jimin didn’t hear the shuffling of his lover's feet nor the creaking of their floorboards in the hall in response; only silence.

“Babe? Where are you?” Jimin called out, the unease creeping back into his chest. 

“I wanna play a game. How about… you come find me,” Jimin heard in response, the voice crackling as it filtered through his phone's speakers.

“Tae I’m not in the mood, I just walked across campus at fucking sunrise and it’s freezing today,” Jimin whined, shucking off his boots and lining them with Taehyung’s dress shoes. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Don’t make me come out and find you first,” was the reply. Jimin couldn’t help but shiver at the almost menacing tone; Taehyung always kept him on his toes.

“Oh and what will you do to me if you find me first,” Jimin asked innocently, peeling off his jacket and letting it fall on the ground. “I’m sure if it’s anything like what we did last night, I won’t complain.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve never done what I have planned.”

Jimin giggled, tip-toeing toward their bedroom. He listened against the door, frowning when he didn’t hear anything from the other side. Pushing the door open, he found their bed, still tousled from sleep, but no Taehyung in sight. “For real, I’m not in the mood for this right now. Tell me where you are.”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re trying hard enough to find me, how about I up the stakes a little. If you find me, I’ll make it quick.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jimin huffed, throwing open the closet doors, and groaning in annoyance when he didn’t find his boyfriend with a boxy smile behind the door.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Come on, I’ve been dying for you to find me.”

Jimin rolled his eyes again, sticking his head into the bathroom; finding it empty. “You’re not being fair. Give me a hint at least,” he whined, padding toward their office.

“No, no way. No cheating your way out of this one.”

Jimin sighed in relief hearing rustling behind the door to their office, “I can hear you in there,” he warned lightly, “I’m surprised though, you never paint this early in the day. You always complain about how the light isn’t good enough because of the west facing windows.”

“It’s a special occasion today, I really wanted to set the mood.”

Jimin flushed, slipping into the room, the light from the hall illuminating a sliver of the stark white canvas and bathing the darkened room in a muted glow. He couldn’t help but notice the blinds were pulled shut, and the lamps were all out. Anxiety crawled up his throat, tightness settling in his jaw as he looked around anxiously at the looming shadows. He’d never realized how the darkness clung to every corner in their apartment until right then. He’d never worried about them before with Taehyung’s bright smile and reassuring presence on hand. 

“Tae, I don’t like this. Please just come out,” he pleaded earnestly.

“Aw, come on. You don’t even want to see my masterpiece?”

“Taehyung, I’m serious. Please just turn off the fucking voice. It’s creepy, okay? You can prank call those kids I work with later but I’m over it,” Jimin asked, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Dread settled on his mind, starting to doubt himself, and the person on the other end of the call. 

“Just turn the light on, and I’ll come out.”

He couldn’t place why, but the idea of turning the light on struck terror though him. He didn’t know what he was going to find once he did, but something told him it wouldn’t be anything good.

“What, are you scared? Is Park Jimin actually afraid of something?” 

Jimin frowned, his hand stilling in mid-air, his fingers a breath away from the light switch; Taehyung knew all his fears, and had never used them against him in such a malicious way.

Without another thought, he flipped the switch, filling the room suddenly with a nearly blinding white light. In the middle of the room sat Tae’s easel, facing mostly away from where Jimin was standing. 

“Go on, take a look,” the voice pressed. The disembodied, mechanical lilt began to sound less and less like the Tae he knew and the more unsettled it made him. 

Jimin took the few cautious steps forward, brows furrowing as he saw what was on the canvas.

In a dark red, the words LOOK UP were drawn haphazardly on top of the brightly coloured painting he’d seen Taehyung working on for the past few days. He didn’t want to look, but his curiosity betrayed him, his eyes darting up for a fraction of a second. 

He refused to believe it. It must have been a trick of the light. There was no way that the love of his life was tied to a chair, half naked with blood spilling down his tanned chest from the gaping wound at his throat. There was no way that his handsome boyfriend was staring at him with no life in his big, brown, doe eyes, kitchen knife protruding from the side of his head

Tears instantly welled in Jimin’s eyes as he tried to convince himself that if he didn’t look, it couldn’t be real. But he couldn’t stop himself, his eyes locking onto Taehyung’s lifeless gaze. 

A sob tore out of him, his hands starting to tremble as he took in the sight in front of him. “No, no, no, no,” he mumbled, taking a step backward.

“You just don’t understand art, do you? That’s okay, you’re going to be my next masterpiece,” the voice mocked. Jimin couldn’t help but notice now the sharpness in the voice, the sinister edge to its tone.

At the same moment, Jimin realized whoever had killed Tae was still in their apartment.

He dropped his phone, darting for the open door as he screamed out a singular booming HELP. He rounded the corner, his front door coming into sight when a figure stepped out from behind the wall to his side. The mass of pitch black was undeniable, contrasted only by the stark white mask that was coming closer every second.

He didn’t even think about stopping, his body colliding with the figure. For a moment he didn’t feel anything except the gloved hand on his exposed throat until the blinding pain consumed him. It felt like what Jimin had always imagined a gunshot to feel like just to the left of his bellybutton. The pain felt like it had ripped through him, all the way to his back and out the other side. 

It was only a second later when the gloved hand covered his mouth did he realize he’d been screaming, and that they were now on the floor, the masked figure hovering over him. The face of the white mask was something out of a nightmare, the long exaggerated open mouth caught in a perpetual scream of anguish with mockingly sympathetic eyes.

Jimin was momentarily distracted by the absurdness of it, but the feeling of something tearing through his flesh came to the forefront of his focus. Jimin’s pained yells were muffled by the fabric of the glove covering his mouth and his nose. 

Using all of his strength — as well as the self defense class Taehyung had forced them to attend — he threw the figure off him, sending them straight into the glass coffee table with a decisive shatter. 

Jimin pushed himself off the ground, clutching his side as he staggered toward the front door. The world swam before him, tilting and folding in on itself like a kaleidoscope. He remembered reading about what happens when you combine adrenaline with blood loss, and how sometimes people experienced moments of euphoria or a loss of pain. He wished that was his experience. His limbs felt like they were full of lead, dragging across the tiled floor with every ragged breath he forced into his burning lungs which made the wound in his side feel like it was being pulled further apart. But it was nothing compared to the slicing pain in his heart — Taehyung was gone. That simple fact was enough to make Jimin consider giving up entirely. What was a life without Taehyung anyway?

But Jimin knew Taehyung would want him to live. Would want him to try. 

Jimin’s hand closed around the brass doorknob, relief flooding him when he felt a hand grab the hair on the back of his head. 

The next thing he knew, he was staring up at the masked figure through black spots in his vision. He could feel the warm, wet liquid slipping down his forehead.

The flash of the blade in the light caught his attention as the figure waved it around in his peripherals. “You just won’t give up, will you? That’s okay, I like a fight,” the modulated voice laughed. 

Jimin wouldn’t have known he was stabbed again if it wasn’t for the sudden pressure in his chest, and the immediate sensation he was drowning. He could only gasp for air as the figure above him pulled off their mask — finally revealing the identity of his attacker. Despair filled him upon recognizing them, but Jimin knew there was nothing to be done now. If he knew anything about his murderer, he knew there was never a chance of survival. Meticulous planning and the flawless execution of a plan were some of their best qualities.

Jimin felt the pain, and his devastation faded into nothing as his last rasping breaths left him. His eyes closed, the image of his murderer grinning down at him the last thing he saw. 

Taglist: @j-a-nuary @eureka-its-zico @bibbykins

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[leopoldainter]

Originally pictured

Rope to questing submission Sucess

Ships off to a good start

Annnnnd Rose Dewitbukettef

A STORK E

Yet you has time to untie both of them taken from cankle highness

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Starters

Look ick not yours

I was ordered by mail. Then placed by the register. Smile. You could be next.

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Try the Pythagoras I have stuff on the tread.

Theoretically speaking this was once locker up!

Really,

BRB og

Trust me when I can and have always seen that one rock that's loves to clean and fuck you up.

Not so fast as it's queen b at the hurricane naming switch!

Trust kanye to come up in your head. Cancertest

Homer, why didn't you go to hibbert

Hibbert uses a hammer for his reflex tests. My jeans don't allow that.

Fucking idiot!

Frenchman lebeau

He cooks he plays cards, dresses well.

Mareep

Pokemon elemental type electric

Spearow hyphenated pidgey

Seems like Gary got the last

Who Nelly furtando

Want a wacky start instead no choice. Is what you chose when you started with the alarming wake up noise. How's he supposed to sleep that excited.

Then

Q.Mallory vaDer initiate

Try... the timer

Enough to see if it works

Let's always try the gate first

Just enough time, what the hell tomboiArturo and Rembrandt right in the middle of the street.

That means

We don't stop trying till we find home

Slithering no Xena

Xena warrior princess

I heard his father stinks

That can't be true he was broke as fuck if anything his mother stank

She owns slaves

Say what.

Ehrm huh

Ok I see what your saying schwifty nice five alive

No not slithering

It's affect my frumpl

She's going I for her beltsac or something

I don't know you that well make more sense

I died remember

Today or...

It's supposed to be somewhere you can't see otherwise we'll

Epileptic episode teenage crisis Sabrina window makes lots of sense

Where's another bed that's free start there

We

How's your name spelt

Mydear im just headware

I assume we've tried looking around before pets say, something warms up

A million years ago anfuckin looks like mail to me.

Sends some of these out to here and here and even here. But that's where he notices

I don't know mine from my title.

Dumbledore was selected in the original trilogy, but y'know things have door ways and desk space

I think it starts with an r

Ok thanks

To the burbs

Rita also so no one checks this.

I can leave, wait where'd you get this pen from.

Um

Orpheus. We were steady. Somewhat. Trust test

Fail

Walkoff who da bos

Knife L if only just one time toaster and I could bathe together

Homer and who else

Pause and passes the

Diagonal Mallet stack forum tricjedAgainBruce if I could find myself I'd with the one I don't know no idea show me what's under the skirt and high jackal can you please sign me up for first place with your second say my straw man fallacy Red1railceFRZ rebuild as seen on line.znotMy queen or king. But I did it with the moon stone like who needs double slap or pound.9!oneHOA roger stay there can you catch up to a curbed garbage can. There he's gonna freak when he finds out that's been on his back all day.

Oh that sounds tasty

Now can you see me doing this on live TV.

Roberta sparrow!

If your looking for templemount try the pedestrian gratewaypassage by the bridge to French behind parliament there's lebop you got another keeps changing names someone found out they're not checking id's properly. This ones less clubby more sit down Petite Chicago next lanes need keys if you want orange marinated duck from the place you like or there there when you are so we could have been polite once

Sherif also was shot besides the deputy

Good tunnel gatineauHull exit to the four seventeen Queensway. Takes us to byward markets lone star they don't check id's.

Duke Corinthians

Wanna curtain ring to hug your ear lobe

Ick ok bring back Linda Hamilton, we went with the busted up approach chip clip vendingdorito

Hey you

He's a spy kill him

So they thought that you could try writing it down.

Basket of kisses.

No, none of these will work in my tape deck, aren't you my secretary.

They asked me to do something away from my desk.

I left the phone there

Then you came here

Sausage slice

She got the fridge open

[cyberrat]

84th Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – a/b/o dynamics; mate bite without consent; competency kink – Hanzo getting to witness Cassidy in *action*.

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It’s surprising in a way not to find Cassidy naked and on all fours, servicing one Alpha or the other. He’s in one of the warehouses, a clipboard lazily clutched in one big hand, jotting stuff down.

Actually working.

Hanzo swallows thickly. He clutches the edges of the laptop until he hears the case creaking ominously at which point he jerks his hands away as if burned and shoves them underneath his thighs.

His heart is pumping fast in his chest. He wants to think that he’s getting angry just at the sight of the fat oaf, but that’s… not it. Really not. Instead, he is getting excited. Not even aroused, just… excited to see the old Alpha after weeks of neither smelling nor hearing him.

He swallows again, his tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. When he feels a little less unhinged, Hanzo reaches out and pushes a button, zooming in toward Cassidy. The quality of the video feed really is shitty, but it serves its purpose well enough, he supposes.

He just wishes there was some kind of audio feed attached as well. Something that would allow him to hear the other. That deep, smooth voice that has wormed its way along Hanzo’s spine.

Once again he is painfully aware of his phone and the number inside. He could just call him. Just… stare at him through the video and watch his movements while listening to his voice and idiotic prattling.

He’s got the phone pressed to his ear before he can really think about whether or not the idea is a good one. There’s a long moment of silence as the line tries to establish itself, then the slow beeping sound as he needs to wait for Cole to pick up.

On the video feed he watches as Cole suddenly stiffens and fumbles for his back pocket. Hanzo’s mouth goes dry and his fingers become sweaty.

Cole looks at the caller ID.

Hanzo wonders if he will even pick up, knowing that he won’t see a damn thing. He didn’t give him his number after all.

Like a fucking idiot.

His heart pumps faster, the rush of blood in his ears very loud as he watches Cole’s thumb slowly move over, ostensibly to swipe him away and maybe even block the unknown caller… when another person suddenly enters the feed.

They must be calling out to him because Cassidy turns around, smoothly just rejecting the call and sliding the phone back into his pocket.

Leaving Hanzo to sit there like a damn idiot, the fast beeping of the cut line drumming into his skull until he finally pulls his phone away. At least he didn’t block him. That would have been… yeah.

His thoughts are all over the place, jumping from being angry that Cassidy dared to not pick up to desperate that he might block him after all and make him go through various… channels to talk to him again. Did he have to go back to Deadlock just so he could talk to an old, washed-up whore?

The indignity-

Things are moving on the video feed. Cassidy and the new arrival had just been talking from what Hanzo could tell but now the other man’s hand is jerking out and grabbing Cassidy by the collar, roughly forcing him to turn and move toward some of the crates.

Cole is lifting his hands in a calming gesture, letting himself get bullied to where the other wanted him to stand. He even takes his time to put the little clipboard down carefully. Like he’s not being accosted by one of the members of his gang.

Hanzo’s breath slows down somewhat. It becomes deeper and heavier as he watches Cole reach down and start to undo his pants. It’s a lazy gesture; easy on the eyes, like he’s been just waiting for this random Alpha to come here and want to fuck into his well-used hole when in fact Hanzo can see the tight, annoyed expression on his face even through the grainy footage.

He can feel his hackles raising that another Alpha is getting his hands on his bitch – oh how quickly his tune changes… – while simultaneously starting to get hot and bothered for what is about to be a little show just for him. It’s a mindfuck… to get angry and horny at something in basically the same breath, but here he is, slowly dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his silk pyjama pants while staring daggers at the two Alphas on screen.

These disgusting degenerates about to fuck right there in the Deadlock warehouse where anybody could smell them and walk in and-

Cassidy hasn’t even gotten his pants down as far as Hanzo knows when the other Alpha is already getting on him, pressing against his back and forcing him to lean over the crates. He’s curling his arms around Cassidy’s sturdy hips, holding him in a bear hug as he humps his clothed cock against the other’s ass.

Needy and impatient. Hanzo swallows thickly. That… could be him. That honestly had been him back in that airport bathroom. He’d been there, nosing at Cassidy’s neck, desperate to all but crawl into his fucking skin because he’s been so easy for it. So jovial. Letting him just bully him around and play so close to the fire, all but biting his unmarked neck-

Hanzo jolts upright when exactly that happens. His breath catches in his throat, mouth lax in surprise as he watches the Alpha sink his teeth into Cassidy’s neck. It’s not a simple scruff; it’s a real bite, trying to maim and claim and… mate.

There is not even a split second of hesitation as Cole suddenly explodes into action. There’s a moment of screen tearing as the connection struggles to keep up; Hanzo watches as if it were a dia show as Cassidy rams his elbow into the other Alpha’s side and whirls around, his meaty fist connecting with the man’s jaw and ostensibly breaking it in one clear swipe.

He’s on him, pressing him down into the ground with his body weight and smashing his fists into whatever body part he can find, though mostly ramming them into the other Alpha’s face.

Hanzo watches as more people appear on the video feed. It takes five more Alphas to pull Cassidy off the now motionless man on the ground. There’s a lot of blood pooling around his head and dripping from Cassidy’s bruised up knuckles.

Hanzo’s tongue is pressed against his bottom lip. He’s leaning forward, just staring at the sight of Cassidy with his long unkempt hair sticking to his face. The expression he’s wearing looks so much unlike his usual self that Hanzo can feel nausea trying to creep in on the desperate puppy need clawing at his insides.

This… hatred and disgust as he spits on the bloody pulp of a man and lets himself get dragged away by the others without a fight. Just before he leaves the screen completely, Hanzo can see him go limp; like he’s just submitting himself to whatever is going to come.

He’s left scrambling to try and find the cameras with which he can watch where they’re bringing him. What they’re doing with him; all the while his head is filled with the white noise of him wondering once again how this can be. How he can let himself be made the bottom of the barrel of this gang of fuck ups when he can do that to a man in a couple of seconds.

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Thank u so much for the lore answer, I love the cotton candy sweetness of fluff but ima lil drunk right now, so i wanted to share a f-ed up question if that's okay, (you'r free to not answer if not,) but since Bo is so determined to like not fuck upnot be sent back n stuff what kind of stuff would he avoid doing around MC 4hat he used to do around his previous masters?

and like, if its related or not, i had this headcanon that im glad u gave some bo backstory for bc where it was like, wat would happen if he accidentally caused a accident with all his adorbs puppy energy, like he's playing tag with Jack or somethin and with Bos megahuge beach boy buff arms just knocks MC down the flight of their fancy imported italian marble stairs edged with silver (they say this as they're fallin down btw 'ah! Im falling down my fancy imported italian marblestairshks Im stupid)

but anyway yea they break something or get like super injured or something and ofc the ambulance has to be called and they're taken ro the hospital to stay for awhile, which sucks bc like ofc society looks down on hybrids so everyone is side eyeing this adorable zoo mansion bc they're lame and 1 brain celled and like "thats wat happens when u have a house full of wild animals they should be put down if u ask me" and MCs attitude is like a grim but professional "if i had both my arms Id beat ur ass bitch, wats ur @? Soon as this morphine drip is done its over for u hoes" but like they probably have a cast or somethin . Anyway MC's worried about the boys, and me the OP is worried about Bo bc like Trauma city would hit his brain harrd, and i dont even know if the other guys would be so forgiving and stuff bc i mean they Should they're a family, but that was two(2) flights of imported italian marble dude, fuck, why play football tag,, in the house?? And idk i just felt bad bc jack n Bo esp probably would feel double bad even tho MC loves him so much he's just a hyper guy, he cant help his zoomzooms, i dont/cant fathom wat he and the boys would do in this situation probably pack his one thing (an old mc shoe) ina rucksack n try to run away miserably or maybe 24/7 at the hospitsl despite all the nasty looks and comments bc they're hybrids or magbe even hiding away bc he absolutely believes that mc will send him away once they lock eyes again, but regardless of either of those things, if MC has to roll up to the house in that (yknow that spongebob character guy who was born with glass bones and paper skin ass Giant ass full body cast on rollers??) To go find that boy and over the grand table firmly tell them not to harbor any horrible thoughts about themselves or each other, bc it was an accident and about lovin them unconditionally and being a family, i might cry or somethinf, the table is also imported italian maple btw MC-s parents had a thing i think they fucked an italian architect guy, or somethin anyway i luv u, im gonna eat a burrito so let me know if u want any thing from the kitchen luv u

Lemme know if tuis text is broken up enough bc i skimmed over it and i was like this is like the stat wars openin or some shit i put gaps in

🖤

First of all, sweety, for me, take a sip or two of water, ok? And make sure you sleep on your side if you're still drunk by then, forehead kisses all around

Anyways, Bo would just mask everything that brings him joy by the time you adopt him. No bouncing, no stimming in general, no talking unless asked, no indulging in his hyperfixations or special interests, he even tries to limit his tail wagging. He's come to correlate his own joy with bad behavior so he's just straight up not him when you first meet him

Holy shit, this is good, but fuck man. Bo wouldn't know what to do with himself. Once the ambulance takes you away he thinks you died. He's in full shutdown, no talking, no eating, no moving off your bed and your scent

Jack would also be distraught, both because he was playing with Bo and because he cleans those stairs so often they're just a little more slippery from how clean they are. He stays with Bo most days, Rory coming in with meals to make sure they don't starve in there. Jack eats a little. Bo doesn't

Rory feels bad for Jack and Bo, he knows they didn't mean it and trusts Jack's recount of events. Nick keeps himself busy by visiting you in the hospital, Shaun wants to go too but since cat's are a popular allergen he's not allowed in unless he needs care. Ian goes as often as he can so he doesn't have enough time to plot Bo's death. Jean and Berry are pissed and openly talk about kicking Bo out. They know better than to talk about Jack like that with Rory around. Joseph is stuck as peace maker until you get back, making sure that no fights break out and they Jean doesn't poisons Bo's food with onions, not that he'd eat it anyhow

When you finally get home and tell everyone that you forgive Bo seeing as it was an accident Bo finally lets everything hit him and cries. He's on his best behavior the months following, you'll have to reteach him to drop his "good boy" mask and be himself