#Sorry it got so long I really wanted to showcase both sides so you can choose which one feels best for you

[dbphantom]

having watched bleach start to finish like 3 times over the years, the length does not intimidate me but would you say one pace is better because it's closer to the original? 🤔

Oh shit nice! That will definitely help haha

IMO, One Pace is better because it cuts a lot of anime filler and adjusts the abysmal pacing of the anime in the latter half of the show (it's getting better-ish with the 2 most recent arcs, but it's still pretty bad all things considered) to be closer to the manga. I think it's amazing and 100% worth checking out if you don't like filler or slow pacing that doesn't benefit the story. That said, there are some things I think the OG anime does better than One Pace despite all its benefits, so it's up to you, really.

Here are some differences I've noticed so far so you can decide which one you should check out for your first watch :)

One Pace is subs only, no dub. I haven't met anyone who has considered that a deal-breaker yet, but I figured it should be pointed out asap because you do not get a choice if you want to watch Pace.

Some of the filler in the OG anime is great! Most fans I've talked to will sing the praises of G-8, which is a short filler arc, but embodies the spirit of the show perfectly. It's actually what I show the people I want to get into the series because it's short and not main story stuff and so perfectly One Piece.

But not all of the filler is good or worth watching. And lately the OG anime has taken to drawing out scenes for padding instead of simply coming up with filler to let the manga get sufficiently ahead. It can be draining to watch a side character's surprised face still-frame slowly drag across the scene for the 1,000th time when you KNOW there's better things they can be spending that screen time on. Or yet another shot of characters aimlessly running down a hallway to pad time between scenes.

There are some cover stories that were adapted into the anime [not all of them, though!] that One Pace cuts down on bc it does not match up with the only-manga style of the edits. This can be a bit confusing as some cover stories are important to the plot/understanding where characters are and what they're doing in the world without it coming out of left field.

That said, you'd have to read some cover stories anyway regardless of which anime adaption you choose, because the OG anime did not adapt every cover story and some of them are pretty important. Definitely check out the cover page wiki no matter which anime version you decide to pick up. Just be wary of spoilers. You can DM me for links to the cover stories if you want :)

If you're worried about One Pace cutting story info, I've been watching it with my friend as his first time through in case there's info I need to add in, but it's been very faithful to the manga so far. I even got my foot in my mouth a few times by explaining that a scene was cut- only for said scene to have been moved a few episodes down to match up with the manga, not the anime.

One Pace cuts out all the lingering reaction shots and redundant flashback sequences. And the editing is phenomenal! There are some weird music jumps in the arcs that they edited in the beginning [Thriller Bark is one I remember there being a lot of noticeable music cuts, and that's one of the first arcs they edited], but it's really not as bad as some people make it out to be. Just sort of an 'oh that was a little noticeable. Anyway, moving on'. The important scenes are all very well done and the editing jumps you may notice will not detract from the heavy impact stuff.

If you're someone who likes to takes things slower by only watching 1-2 episodes a day or once in a while, it may be best to stick with the og anime. It has recaps at the start of every episode and frequent flashbacks so you can remember what's going on. One Piece is released once a week, so this makes sense for a more 'casual' watching experience. One Pace has no recaps, and some flashbacks are cut for being 'redundant' [those that are shown a handful of episodes after the scene happened- or even in the same episode, for padding purposes]. Normal and reasonable flashbacks are kept in though, so you don't have to worry about that.

One Pace also isn't fully completed yet. For example, if you watch from the start of the show, you'll need to switch back to the normal anime for the Baratie arc. They don't edit the arcs in order, instead they edit them in order of which has the worst issues regarding pacing and filler. It can be a little strange having to jump back and forth at the start, but each One Pace episode shows which anime episodes it covers in the title name, so it's not that bad. Plus, this absolute unit wrote up a guide on reddit for swapping between One Pace, the OG, and a seperate editing project known as One Piece Kai. One Piece Kai has hour+ long episodes and the editing is less smooth than One Pace, but it is great for getting through Alabasta & Skypeia.

Also, One Pace has covered the latter half of the show in its entirety, so once you hit Enies Lobby it is a straight shot to catching up to the anime using only One Pace, which is great because once you jump back and forth between Pace and the OG, the pacing differences are night and day.

Overwhelmingly I would recommend One Pace. But! It's also important to know what you're getting into with it, y'know? If you do decide to use it, I definitely recommend following that guide I linked and also watching G-8. And keep an eye on when you should read the cover stories :)

For reference, I've watched the entire OG anime in chunks over the years and One Pace up to Impel Down [currently watching through, it's been great]. During my first time through the OG anime, I stopped watching once 'the latter half' of the show hit and switched to manga-only due to the pacing being That Bad. I watched all the anime arcs eventually, but that initial pacing problem really put me off it for a while. Before I recommended One Pace to a newbie friend, I rewatched WCI using it and the pacing was like night and day. It is really an amazing project, it's very well done and he's enjoying the series a lot so far.

Also, also, if you're going to watch, I recommend blacklisting some of the op tags! I believe the popular spoiler tags are 'opspoilers', 'op spoilers', and 'One Piece spoilers'. People may also tag each chapter/episode release individually. I personally use an amalgamation of the popular spoiler tags plus my generic 'spoiler' tag and the series tags, with chapter tags if it's really big. There was a huge thing recently (is a year 'recently'? It is in one piece time haha) in the manga that is just everywhere online, and it's pretty massive spoilers :)

#I hope this helped!! In the end it's up to you to choose #But like. I definitely have a favorite haha. #Sorry it got so long I really wanted to showcase both sides so you can choose which one feels best for you #Op #One piece #Ask #Thank you!!

[shuchu]

stressed w enrollment but hrngngngn……….. surprising luxiem w a bunny suit…………… ive been thinking abt buying one to show off to my bf but OUGHRHGJRNGNH…………… shu teasingly calling u “usagi-chan” once he gets over his initial shock 🤤

i'm sorry to hear that you've been stressed, i hope enrolment went well anon!! & sorry for the suuuper late response to your thirst ;w;

gosh, how fitting is this now that it's the new year and it's the year of the rabbit

imagine getting a bunny suit to surprise the luxiem boys on new years' eve (〃 ω 〃) thank you for the idea ♡

i'm really fucking rusty so please bare with me ;w;

the thought of shu calling me usagi-chan got me screaming without the s

nsfw/suggestive, minors dni

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ VOX AKUMA

his eyes widen and his gaze rakes up and down you admiring how snug that bunny suit fits on you, showcasing all your curves

he gulps visibly, knowing that it's not gonna be long before his erection becomes painfully obvious

you giggle at his reaction and ask shyly, "you like it babe?"

"like it? good god, i love it." he says with a groan while walking towards you

"how can someone look so hot yet be so fucking cute? i don't know how you do it every time my love."

he gives you a peck on the lips before saying, "do a little spin for me."

you do as you're told and when you turn back around you see him scanning your body slowly from your head, down to your feet and back up

he strides towards you and leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

he then picks you up bridal style and starts walking to the bedroom, his erection straining painfully against its confinements

you know damn well that he's going to fuck you dumb in that bunny suit

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ MYSTA RIAS

you walk into his stream room to surprise him with the bunny suit

"babe, i just got this new outfit, how do i look?"

he turns to look at you and he does a double take, his eyes expanding to the size of saucers and his jaw drops

"holy shit y/n...y-you look amazing!" he says while shifting a little in his seat

you giggle, knowing that your boyfriend is getting a little excited

you walk a little closer to him to give him a peck on the lips

his hand moves to your sides, slowly moving them up and down, while he takes in the sight before him

a few minutes pass and he stands up abruptly and says, "we need to go to the bedroom, now."

"w-wait...why?"

"i can't take it anymore, i need you. work can wait."

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ LUCA KANESHIRO

"lucaaaa~" you call out to him in a sing song voice while walking into the living room where luca was chilling, watching some youtube videos

"hmm? what is it honey?" he asks before turning to look at you and his jaw drops. he's stunned and a slight pink tints his cheeks as he scans your figure

"do you like it?"

"do i like it? y-yeah i do...i really do..." he says before licking his lips slightly

his eyes are focused on the way the suit hugs your hips, accentuating it

you giggle when you realise where he's looking at and you say teasingly, "babe, my eyes are up here."

his eyes slowly move up to meet yours and you see the want and need in his eyes

he beckons you to sit on his lap and you do, he then kisses you, his arms holding you close to him

after a few minutes you had to lean back to catch your breath and luca whines a little chasing your lips

he slots his lips against yours again and mumbles, "you look so pretty, so so pretty."

"i can't help it...i want you y/n." he says in between kisses

he swiftly moves to lay you down on the couch, detaching himself from your lips to your neck

you know where this goes after that (￢‿￢ )

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ IKE EVELAND

"ikey can you come in here and help me pull the zipper up? i can't reach."

"sure! are you trying on a new ou-" he stops in his tracks and his eyes widen

you chuckle slightly and he shakes his head a little to come back to his senses before walking to you to help pull the zipper up

both your gazes meet in the reflection of the mirror and he gushes, "you look stunning my love. but what is this for?"

"well it's going to be the year of the rabbit so i just thought that maybe getting a bunny outfit would be cute."

ike hums and his eyes scan your body before wrapping his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek

"my little bunny."

the mental image of you in that bunny suit will be stuck in ike's mind for a while and he blushes a little everytime he thinks about it

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ SHU YAMINO

"shu~ i need your opinion on the outfit that i'm wearing."

"sure, let me see it." he says, turning to face the door

when you walk in with the bunny suit on, his eyes widen and his cheeks turn a little red

"w-whoa..."

you do a little spin for him and you ask, "so? what do you think of it?"

shu visibly gulps and stutters, "um...i- i think you look great!"

"really?" you giggle a little, "i thought it'll be nice to get since it's going to be the year of the rabbit y'know?"

shu smiles, "i like it babe."

"my little usagi-chan." he says with a slight smirk, teasing you

now your cheeks start heating up and you can't maintain eye contact with him

shu chuckles and stands up from his chair to embrace you, "you're adorable."

#luxiem #hana replies ♡ #anon ♡ #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader

[cerise-on-top]

IT'S MEEEE! 😆 how're you doing?

I want some ANGST! But with a happy ending with Fluff!

Valeria/Laswell/Farah have a stressful day, and they are in a bad mood and take it out in the reader.

Take your time and take care! 🫶

Hello again! Welcome back! I'm doing fine, I'm just a bit tired right now, but I should be alright by tomorrow! First off, I'm so sorry this took so long! I tried to make it a bit longer than I usually would as an apology! There's not a whole lot of angst, aside from the girls having had a rough day and accidentally letting it out on reader, but I tried! I hope it's to your liking! Thank you for your request!

Valeria, Farah and Laswell Taking their Anger out on Reader but then Comforting them

Valeria: It was likely Alejandro who got on her nerves, chasing her like a dog would its own tail, only to never catch her after all. If she could, she would have him killed just like that. Much to her dismay, however, he was slippery, a trained killer whose only weakness was either himself or Rudy. But even the latter was hard to catch, so both of them meeting a fitting end would yet have to wait some more. At that moment, all Valeria wanted was to spill some blood. Anyone’s would have been fine. Walking through the door to your shared home, she watched you fold some clothes in the living room, putting them aside carefully so as to not put too many folds in them. Waving to her once you put down the sweater, you greeted her, wanting to throw your arms around your partner. Yet, fear struck you as Valeria glared at you, looking as though she was about to rip your throat out using her bare teeth. Thus, you kept your hug to yourself, a bit intimidated by her.

Instead, you tell her that you made some food, some vegetable stew, which she could easily reheat in the kitchen. Somehow, that information made her even more furious. Seemingly disappointed in your choice of cooking, she cussed. At first not at you, but when you tried to deescalate the situation, insisting that you could cook her a meat based dish as well, Valeria’s fuse blew. Her voice grew louder, almost booming, with her explicitly telling you that she didn’t fucking care about the food. It wasn’t the first time you had seen her act like this, but not towards you. Therefore you figured she must have had an extremely rough day. Even so, when she was done, you muttered an apology, going to your room and avoiding her for the rest of the evening so she could blow off some steam. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known after all, but you still felt like a failure, awaiting the seconds, the minutes, the hours, until you could finally go to bed. Just hearing Valeria stomp around outside your room made your blood freeze in your veins.

It wasn’t until 21:23, as you were just about to head to bed, that you heard a knock on your door. Even without your permission, it was opened, showcasing Valeria on the other side, seemingly having calmed down a bit. Leaning against the doorframe, she complimented your cooking. It was as delicious as it had always been, very well seasoned and very filling after all. You did nothing wrong, she, too, assured you of that. While she won’t go into detail regarding what exactly happened for her to snap at you like that, simply mentioning a few sleazebags who had caught up with her, you will hear something that only ever leaves her mouth when she’s wronged you for no good reason: an apology.

If you let her in, then she’s more than happy to try and comfort you. Yes, it’s a bit awkward since she’s not used to doing so, but seeing your eyes wide, your body tense, all because of her does take its toll on her. If you don’t wanna be touched just yet, that’s fine, she can respect that. But if you do allow it, then she’ll gently grab your hand and squeeze it a few times. She’s tired too, so she likely won’t be doing anything big with you anymore that night, but she’s open to making plans with you and discussing them. She really wants to right her wrongs when it comes to you, so you’re more than welcome to make a suggestion. You wanna have a picnic with her? She knows Las Almas quite well, some beautiful, undisturbed spots coming to mind almost immediately. You wanna go shopping? You can ask her for just about anything you want, she’ll give you extras to go this time too. You wanna stay in and watch a comfort movie? While she may not be one for watching movies, she will make an exception for you. She always does when she can.

Discussing those plans with you, she’ll try to make you smile at least a little bit. Once she’s sure you’re not afraid of her anymore, she’ll give your cheek a little kiss, joking around a bit more than she did before. She won’t bother you for the rest of the evening unless you explicitly seek her out, but she will keep an eye out for you, leaving you a few snacks right in front of your door. Maybe even some money so you can get yourself something fancy and nice. Problem is, she likely won’t have too much time, but she’ll be damned if she won’t take better care of you, if just temporarily. Even though she’ll always try her best to take care of you, it’s you we’re talking about, after all.

Farah: Another stressful day during the revolution. With an ambush surprising her, leaving her and her people a bit more vulnerable than usual, with her almost losing some of her best and closest fighters, it was only natural for Farah to be a bit more on edge than usual. Normally so calm, able to calculate the best moves and maneuvers for just about anything, no matter what happens, this was something she did not foresee at the time, thinking she had had the upper hand instead. It was only when she finally had the time, just a day or two, for you, mad as she usually never was, that she walked through the door, throwing her gun to the cabinet. Despite not being such a loud person, a sniper had to be quiet and patient, after all, she made quite a ruckus when she had finally returned. You were ready to greet Farah, give her a big smile and make her feel welcome and home as only you could. Soon enough, however, you did feel that something was off. Despite being stressed more often than not, she usually wouldn’t scowl at you like that for no reason.

You offered her a hug, opening your arms wide despite your expression betraying your nervousness. Aside from a glare, you got no reaction. Eventually, you put your arms down and she greeted you, venom spewing from her words. The toxins could corrode even the strongest iron walls, leaving you defenseless in your fear. Did you do something this time? Likely not, Farah just got home after all, but the thought still lingered. Although she was normally so chatty when she was just a bit exhausted, she stomped away, not saying a single word to you. First the bathroom, then the kitchen and lastly her bedroom. The clanking of cutlery against a plate could be heard, but that’s about it. You felt awful, something properly terrible must have happened to her for her to act like that. But it wasn’t like you could change it, so you lowered the volume of your TV instead before turning it off entirely and reading something on your phone.

Another few hours had passed, you barely even dared to move a muscle aside from scrolling on your phone, much less make any noise. What if it was you after all? What is Farah was about to leave you for something you didn’t even know about? Your thoughts spiraled, with every following one being worse than the previous one. You folded the blanket and put it on the arm of the couch, ready to head to bed when you bumped into her. Quickly, you uttered an apology before being ready to dart off to your own room, but Farah held you in place, asking you if you had a moment to spare and listen to her. It was dark already, with the dim artificial lights doing you no favors in seeing her any better either, but she sounded calmer than before. Still slightly annoyed, but it seemed like whatever had gotten into her had lessened its grasp on her. Tugging you onto the couch, she apologized for giving you such a harsh and cold treatment, simply figuring that waiting until she had calmed down would be better than letting it out on you, who had no part in it. The situation was dire for her, she told you a bit about it. About the ambush, about the people she’s almost lost during it. She knew that she really shouldn’t have been acting like that towards you, and for that she apologizes one last time.

Once she was done explaining what had upset her to you, she’d be quiet, remorseful, until you’d speak up again. She’d love to make it up to you, you really didn’t deserve such harsh treatment after all. If you just want a hug or a kiss as a form of apology, she’ll smile at you, being more than willing to give you just that. However, she will also ask you if that’s everything you wanted. That would be your chance to ask for something reasonable from her. Sure, she won’t be able to buy you a new car, but you’re more than welcome to ask her for some alone time, just the two of you. She might only have a day or two away from the fight, which she was going to spend with you either way since she rarely gets to see you, but if you have special requests, that would be the best time to suggest them. There may not be too many fancy restaurants or malls nearby, but you can always just watch a silly movie or take a walk together.

Farah would literally swear to you that she’s going to make it back in one piece to you. After all, there’s no one else she’d rather roam the streets with during a beautiful cloudless night. Besides, she made two promises that night: to make it back to you and to make it up to you. Farah would fight any deities out there to make it back to you, no matter if it was a losing battle or not. If it’s you then she’ll fight as dirty as possible to see you smile again.

Laswell: She was likely taken off a case, in spite of her having enough evidence to prove everything that needed to come to light. With her wit, with her having the right people at her disposal, she could have brought this to an end. However, her incompetent superior had other plans, letting it all rot in darkness instead, until everyone forgot it ever even happened. Laswell was furious, no matter how much she argued, her superior wouldn’t budge and for that she silently cursed. Normally so calm and composed, this time she wished she could have blown someone’s brain out for being the dumbest creature alive. But alas, such a thing was illegal, if someone ever were to find out. She entertains the idea for a few minutes, but quickly enough shakes her head, thinking of other ways to accomplish her goal. Walking through the door, she already heard you singing along to some tune, the music unnecessarily loud. You likely didn’t hear her come in, which in and of itself wouldn’t have been a problem. On any other day.

Only when she turns off the music do you realize she’s here. However, her grimace was already telling. Shyly, you greeted her, but not much else, letting her speak instead. The fury had gotten to her head, her face being slightly more red than usual. This time, she was stern, telling you that you really shouldn’t listen to your dumb music this loudly at such an hour. She was going to get a massive headache from today, if only because of you needing to turn up the volume impossibly high. While Laswell wouldn’t yell at you, her words would be sharper than an obsidian knife instead. Indeed, she’s not trying to actively hurt you, in fact, once her little lesson on you maybe being a bit more quiet is over, she’ll feel bad, apologizing immediately. It would take her much, much longer than that to actually calm down, but once she sees your scared, saddened expression, unable to really say much, she’ll say she’s sorry and let you go, watching you as you quietly trot away with your head hung low. Sighing to herself, she already comes up with plans on making it up to you, but she knows she can’t control her anger as she was right now.

A few hours later, you’d hear the bell ring, but not be quite ready to leave your room just yet. It likely was for Laswell, not for you, so you simply stayed put, hoping that she had calmed down a bit by then. However, your ears would perk up upon hearing her knock on your door, asking you to come to the living room so you could eat something together. Despite being a little bit skittish still, afraid to anger her further, you soon enough noticed she had calmed down again, with your favorite takeout from a restaurant you usually suggest lying on the table. Once seated, Laswell opened the packages, handing you your food. In a much more serene tone, she’d apologize yet again. Your music wasn’t dumb, it wasn’t giving her a headache, she just had a very rough day and needed some peace and quiet. Laswell hopes you can understand this, even if she did treat you unfairly. She recognizes that, and that she also tells you, with her promising to try her best to not have it happen again.

Laswell won’t go into detail either regarding what happened, for obvious reasons, only that some inconvenience happened today, which upset her a great deal. But that wasn’t what was important at that moment. She was calm, hopefully you were as well. And if not, then she’d try her darndest to make it that way. Considering she, technically speaking, had more time that day, and the following ones as well, she’d be the one to suggest going out the next evening. Maybe a nice and fancy restaurant, maybe a show like a musical at the broadway. Or maybe the two of you just want to take a vacation somewhere nearby. Either way, Laswell has plans for the two of you, having brainstormed a few in the past few hours. She’ll get her way at work eventually, it just might take some time, so she’ll happily “indulge” her superior for a few days before going back to crack the case either way. It would make her all the less suspicious. Besides, she’d get to spend time with you as well, even if all you wanted was to just go window shopping at the local mall.

That evening, she’d likely just want to watch TV with you, continuing to discuss your plans for the next few days. But after that she’s more than happy to book whatever it is you want to do afterwards. While she might not be the biggest fan of such, she will even go to the nearest Six Flags with you and ride a few attractions just to see you smile and hear your laughter, as well as excited screams, yet again.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #thank you so much for waiting #I hope these suffice #I don't really have much else to say this time except I'm glad Christmas is over #now I only have to survive new year's eve #anyway girls are pretty epic right? #sometimes I watch the Valeria interrogation scenes and giggle while kicking my feet #I also sometimes think back on how Laswell slowly grew on me #second game during the ghillie mission I knew I was in love all of a sudden #Farah was the surprise girl for me since I didn't even know who she was before I started watching #but all three of them are intimidating and strong in a way where I want them in my life #I just have a thing for strong and intimidating women #I still remember my first woman crush: Jolyne from Stone Ocean #I remember thinking about kissing her and suddenly realising “wait that's not very heterosexual of me is it?” #it's been going uphill for me ever since #those are some very fond memories of mine

[beaker1636]

I is for Impact Play (Sorry to you Iguana lovers)

AN: I actually really love this one and hope I did it some justice... this is just kind of where my mind went. I wanted to showcase the love between them while he also did some things that might hurt her too, if I am making any sense. Anyways here ya'll go, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this one!

“I come bearing a gift for you,” Justin says the second that Rick opens his front door, the shorter man grumbling at how excited the other is.

“Well you are clearly in a good morning,” Rick says, rolling his eyes and stepping aside so his friend can step into his house out of the cold weather.

“I won’t be here long, I was just dropping this off for you letter before Vanny and I go out for lunch,” he hands the bag to his friend, waiting to see how he reacts when he opens the bag.

Rick takes a look inside the bag and then glances at Justin, confused. “Is this not something that starts with F?” he asks, holding the flogger that he pulled out of the bag in his hand.

“It works for I because Impact Play.   The flogger came from Chris, he promised that he hadn't used it yet.  I was just asking where to get one because if anyone would know it would be him.  Anyways, Mia said that Naomi has asked about what it feels like before and she also mentioned that Naomi has said she enjoys being a sub sometimes so I figured… give you guys a treat that you would enjoy after last time.  So yeah, I for impact play.  Have fun!”

Justin practically bolts from the door before Rick responds, not wanting to face Rick should he be upset because being on Rick's bad side is something nobody wants.  He didn’t realize that Rick was actually looking forward to this, it is something new for you both but nothing ridiculous.  

Later 

Ricky glances out the window at you, noticing that you have been sitting in your car for a couple minutes since you got home.  Judging by how you are slumped in your seat and seem to be lost in thought he can tell that it has been a bad day for you, meaning that you would want to cling to him the second that you did walk into the house.

He moves to sit on the couch so that he is ready for you when you slowly get out of your car, making your way in the house.  You tend to crave his touch and love when you have had a bad day, so he knew what to expect.

The second you kick off your shoes by the front door you make your way over to him, straddling his lap as you sit and burying your face in his neck, happy when his arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close.

“You good baby?” He asks you softly, one of his hands rubbing circles on your back while the other stays on your lower back.

“Yeah, it was just a long day is all.  Give me a few minutes and then I’ll be out of your hair,” you mumble, kissing the side of his neck softly while you sit there.

He gives you exactly what you need, sitting there in silence slowly rubbing your back while you try and relax some.  He honestly misses these moments with you and loves them just as much as you do, but he has never told you that.  When you relax enough you finally break the silence.

“What is our letter baby?” You ask softly, moving so that you can look at him while he answers you.

“Impact play, Justin dropped off a flogger for us to use tonight.  I know you have been curious about it, and judging by your mood… do you want me to take charge tonight? Make all your decisions for you so that you can relax and have no responsibilities? It has been awhile since we have done this,” he asks you softly, watching your face to see your reactions as he asks.

You nod your head against his neck again, not wanting to say out loud that you are excited to try this, Mia really has made you interested in this side of things but you aren’t one to ask for any of it.  Rick has always had to somewhat guess or get hints of the fact you are into these things from Chris, and that is simply because Mia has mentioned that they have talked about them.

“Alright, I want you to go shower, wash away your bad day while I go and finish cooking dinner.  I’ll help you get dry and dressed once you are done baby girl,” he says softly, moving so that he can leave you a soft, delicate kiss.  Letting you know that he is getting into the role already, letting you give up control to him.

“Yes sir,” you respond before slowly climbing off his lap and making your way to your bathroom so that you can take your shower.  Taking your time washing your hair, using your favorite body wash, and just relaxing as the hot water helps relax your aching muscles.  Letting yourself slip into sub mode as you slowly feel the tension leave your body.

Stepping out of your shower you text him letting him know that you are done, he comes to get you out of the bathroom and leads you to your shared room.  

“Should we get you dressed and ready for tonight my sweet girl?” He asks you softly while going through your drawers, finding his favorite black lacy set that he thinks looks amazing on you before making his way over to you.

He slowly peels the towel off of you, starting to slowly dry your body with it while ghosting his fingers along your skin, leaving teasing touches as he moves.  He finally moves to help you slip into the bra and panties he picked out for you before he moves to towel dry your hair.  Once it is just damp he braids it for you, taking his time to lightly massage your scalp as he goes, knowing that it will help relax you more.

“Thank you sir,” you say softly, not making eye contact as you glance towards him.  You usually avoid it when you are in this state of mind, finding you tend to be extra shy when he takes care of you like this.

“I am going to go get our plates ready, I want you to put your remote control egg in while I do so and then meet me at the couch with your silk rope for me baby, okay?” He instructs you, again leaving a soft, lingering kiss on your lips before slipping out of your room so that you can do just what he asked of you.

When you step into the living room, restraints in hand, Rick opens his arms and directs you to step towards him, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back before we eat, I have it all ready so that I can feed you, give you a drink when needed. I told you that I am going to take care of you, and I intend to do just that.  If any of this is too much let me know baby, okay?” He asks you, looking at you closely to make sure that you heard his words.

“Yes sir,” you reply, before turning your back towards him so that he can tie your hands behind your back.  You give him a nod when he asks if they feel alright before having you sit on the couch next to him.

Rick does just like he says, giving you a sip of water and then a few bites of your food before you suddenly feel the vibrator turn on.  You aren’t expecting it when it happens so you lightly squirm, caught off guard when you suddenly feel it moving inside of you.

“Don’t cum without me saying it is allowed, I would hate to have to punish my sweet girl,” he says lowly, offering you another bite of dinner as the toy continues to vibrate inside of you.

He continues to edge you for what feels like hours but in all actuality was maybe about half an hour as he feeds you.  A few times just to tease him back you suck or nibble on the fingers in your mouth which earned you a couple smacks to your thighs, not that you are complaining about it at all.

He seems to be able to tell when you are getting close, stopping and shutting off the toy every time before you fall over the edge.  Desperate to cum you figured out if you shift just right he doesn’t notice and it makes the toy move in a way that feels amazing, but he caught on and made you stop right  away.  When you finally finish dinner you let out a sigh of relief, praying that it meant that the edging was done and he might finally let you get off.

“Are you ready to move to our room?” He asks you softly as one of his hands runs lightly over the skin of your thigh, knowing that you wanted him to move his hand up higher but never doing it, not ready to give you what you need from him.

“Please sir,” you huff out, unable to help the whimpering tone that your words have as they come out. 

He stands up first, grabbing your elbow softly so that he can help you stand up and also helping you keep your balance as you walk into your bedroom.

Stopping right in front of the edge of your bed he turns you so that you are looking at him, giving you one last soft, gentle kiss. “Tell me if it is too much and I need to stop, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me I need to stop.”

“Of course,” you respond, now feeling him lightly pushing you towards the bed, urging you to lay down.

“On your belly baby, fuck, I am going to make your ass the prettiest shade of pink tonight,” he groans out as he helps you lay down exactly how he wants you in the center of the bed.

You feel the bed dip as he kneels next to you, slowly sliding your panties down your thighs as he trails his hands over your ass and thighs with them.

“Fuck baby girl, you are drenched.  You like me tying you up only to take care of you and edging you while you are unable to stop me don’t you?” you can hear the groan in his voice as he lightly trails one of his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet he has gotten you.  “Do you think that you can be good for me if I left the toy inside you while you are flogged?”

“Yes sir, I will be good,” you whine out, shifting slightly. “You would like to see it in me right sir?”

“Yes baby, I think I would like to see it inside of you,” he says with a chuckle, leaving a stinging smack on your ass after his words are out.  You moan softly and try not to move after the spank, wanting to be good for him so he continues to do it.

“This is going to be perfect if you can promise to stay still for me,” he says, now moving off the bed again, you feel goosebumps raise on your skin as you know what is now coming.

“I’ll be good, promise.” Well, I will try the best I can, you think after the words leave your mouth.

“Close your eyes baby girl, focus on what you are feeling, how good you are going to feel,” he says softly, moving across the room to go grab the toy that you have been waiting for all evening, wanting to feel the cool leather on your skin.

You feel the toy inside of you buzzing back to life before the first lash hits you, making you whine as the pain radiates across your ass.  Not a terrible kind of pain, but feeling like a strong thud, almost like a stronger spanking.  You fight the urge to shift as it comes down on you again, your body slowly adjusting to the feeling and relaxing, bringing you right to the edge of something you can’t describe from the two toys.  Some of the blows moving to your back as he continues, but never doing it too hard, and rubbing spots that he can tell are getting really sore before he does another one.

“Come on baby, cum for me, surrender to what you are feeling,” he says with a groan when he can tell you are close again, you finally let go, letting this orgasm wash over you in waves, more intense than you have ever felt before in your life.  You find yourself slowly going limp as he stops, slowly removing the toy from you and untying your arms so that you can move.

“Do you think that you can take me baby? I won’t be upset if you say no, you did such a good job giving yourself to me like that,” he whispers more praises to you as you come down from your high.

“Yes sir, please, I want to feel you inside of me,” you whine softly, pulling on his shirt to get his lips on yours as you both lazily kiss for a moment.  

You slip his shirt off before letting him pull away so that he can remove his jeans and underwear before he settles himself back over the top of you, kissing you gently again as he slides inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you as he begins to rock his hips into yours, slowly thrusting inside of you, teasing you at first.

“Please, just, I want you to fuck me, you pant out, begging for him to get rougher.

He gives in, giving you what you want as he harshly slams his hips into yours, getting rough with you as you both feel the orgasm build inside of you.  You finish first with a loud moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending you over the edge.  A few more thrusts and he releases inside of you, slowly stilling his movements.

The two of you lay there for a moment before he slides himself off of you, grabbing a washcloth that he already had in the room to help you clean up.  Gently cleaning up the mess that is between your thighs before sitting next to you again on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

“You did so perfect baby, so well for me.  You don’t hurt too bad do you?” he asks, watching you closely.

He can tell that you are starting to drift off to sleep when you go to answer, “it was nice, but let’s not do it too often.”

He chuckles, noticing that your eyes starting to close he helps you move so that your head is laying down on the pillows, then moving to lay next to you, moving so that he is spooning with you before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Truthfully, he has shit he wants to get done, that he needs to get done.  But you look so comfortable, so perfect laying there all fucked out and tired that he can’t bring himself to leave you, he feels like he has to stay with you so he gives in, curling up with you and letting himself go to sleep early for the night.  All while thinking that he hopes he made your day better, he knows that letting you fall into subspace always relaxes you, and if he can do that for you even just a little bit one your bad days he gladly will.  This man will do whatever he can to help you, willing to give you the world if he could, and he drifts off to sleep thinking about just how much he loves you, thinking that maybe he needs to stop hiding the ring that he has for you and finally ask what he has been wanting to for awhile.

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #bree sucks at fanfiction #ricky olson #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #ricky horror #ricky olson fic #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson smut #ricky olson imagine #ricky horror fic #ricky olson fanfic #ricky horror imagine #ricky horror fanfiction #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky horror olson

[theragsagainstthemachine]

Yes, it matters.

One pleasure I get-and maybe this goes for every artist- is the “ah” moment I get when someone first looks at a piece they commission from me.

These moments happen at a convention where I’m face to face with the audience. They range from unmitigated joy to discernment from people trying to calculate the resale value.

So clearly it’s the joy we’re after.

(side-note: I really don’t care if someone wants to resell any of my pieces. I assume they eventually go to someone who wants it proudly displayed. Just have the common decency to appreciate it with a smile when you do receive it.)

When I mail out a piece, there’s always the anxiety that something will go wrong with the mail, despite my best efforts. So when I get a response that it got there safely, there’s relief. Sometimes I even get a “wow, it looks so much better in real life.”

That makes me smile.

The “I’m sure you get this all the time,” can be true but it never gets old. Between the beginning of starting a piece and the hundreds of calculations you think through (no, it’s not all muscle memory) to the final “ah” moments, that’s what gives me verification.

That’s why I do it.

And then, there’s something absolutely beautiful:

“Hi Rags,

Alan Neal in Canada writing, with a long overdue final THANK YOU for the incredible "Black Canary and radio" sketch... the one that got lost by the airline before you got to Ottawa!... but did arrive in the mail.

I know I told you how much I loved it, but I really did want to write to say how great it is to have your work up on the wall in our house. Maybe you get sick of people telling you how great your work is, but I figure it can't hurt to tell you again. :) I have been so swamped with family stuff that just having a moment to write seems so hard to come by.

Anyway...

My wife said "I think it's time to showcase the Canaries in the living room", and so we have hung them all up, and just love the way they look.

I know so often you must do these works and send them off into the world and not know what they mean to people. So I just wanted to say they mean a lot. The joy they bring and the discussions they launch, the details that people mention to me, the way they provide both escape and happiness, allow someone to be both nostalgic and present.

Everyone who comes over is instantly drawn to yours. You did such a beautiful job conveying the joy of Dinah listening to music, and it once again showcases your skill with expressions and movement. It's just stunning.

I also think the framer did a great job (I went with harvest gold as the matte because it was the "it" colour of 1973 :))

So I just wanted to send you a thanks and show you what it looks like, surrounded by many who we've now lost... George Perez, Neal Adams, Dick Giordano, Ramona Fradon... as well as Kat Hudson, Mike Grell, Jamal Igle, Gisele Lagace, and a lovely piece where Gail Simone did the "script" and Tom Fowler did the art. Someday I'll track down Jose-Luis Garcia Lopez and Phil Jimenez :) The living room "gallery" of Black Canaries and radios is below. :)

Sorry that this is a long blathering note, but putting up all the art has just reminded me of how special it is, and how lucky I am, so wanted to say thanks, and hope all is well.

All the best, sir!”

Alan

#rags morales #rags morales art #artists on tumblr #rags morales comicart #rags morales commission

[wynandcore]

ALRIGHT HERE’S MY HOT TAKE FOR TRON

Lowkey,,,, After seeing the leaked script…. I’m kinda???? Glad Uprising got canceled.

Based on what little we see, what was there was good, but I don’t think it would have lived up to the hype. Not to mention that while I’m not a fan of Legacy whatsoever, I think they made Clu a lot more complex in the movie, and it’s a damn shame that based on both the script we see, and the little screentime, Clu was whittled down to being a pretty one-dimensional villain—and THAT is why I think the second Season would have failed. It would have failed to capture what makes Clu so dangerous. He’s not JUST evil. He’s literally a copy of Flynn—he shares his traits, and that includes the good parts whether we as an audience like it or not. He came into power for that LITERAL reason (read the prequel comic it’s so interesting and it’s basically a mirror of Flynn and Clu’s perspectives of what went wrong).

One other thing Legacy did that admittedly also bummed me Uprising tossed aside was that Flynn was genuinely not a good creator. I mean it’s somewhat highlighted in scars, but not really?

I guess TLDR: It boiled Flynn down to being the Good one, and Clu to being the Bad one. Because of that, I’m not sure Uprising’s writing would have still been good if it continued with Clu coming into the picture.

As someone who has read the comic and still wants to beat up Clu 2 with a baseball bat, I can see your stance on this!

(Sorry this is REALLY LONG, bear with me because I like discussing things!)

I don’t know if it would’ve “lived up to the hype” and what that entails. Back then viewers of the show were few and far in-between, so I don’t really know how high the hype would’ve been (especially because anyone who knows legacy, knows uprising wasn’t likely gonna end in a happy ever after LMAO)

Nowadays, the expectations for stakes and what could’ve happened are larger considering how long it’s been, but who knows if it could’ve lived up to the hype back then. Maybe it could’ve. Maybe it wouldn’t have. Who knows. They never finished writing season 2, so the writers probably don’t even know lol.

Yeah, Clu 2’s not that complex in season 1 and in the movie script/unfinished storyboard. Personally, I don’t care much for Clu’s lack of complexity in the first season, mostly because he was not a focus at all. More a symbol.

Also, uprising shows brief glimpses of the view programs have of him, mostly Tron’s, so it makes sense we don’t see outside of that view. I do understand your point, though. I’d love for his ‘good’ characteristics to shine for a bit, to show how he got into power, but I believe that just wasn’t able to be shoved into season 1 (there was already so much they needed to establish in the early episodes, and after that they had so many villains to work with)

I don’t believe they didn’t plan on showing Clu 2’s ‘good’ side, but I’ll also be one to admit that I wouldn’t mind, because we’ve got legacy and betrayal if you like that perspective of him.

Same goes with Flynn: the show Isn’t about him, having time devoted to showing how he isn’t perfect isn’t Needed if there’s an entire movie that showcased that imo.

Uprising uses its characters when needed in the story; Scars wanted to use flashbacks to show Tron’s downfall from protector to prisoner, so that Had to have involved his past working with Flynn and Clu 2. Besides that, there’s little reason to show Flynn in this season, nor later seasons (because he just stayed in his cave for the most part?)

I don’t think he’s necessarily shown as a good creator in Scars, because he clearly cares more about the future than the life programs live on the grid, but it wasn’t shown in an obvious manner.

Maybe they were going to show Flynn more in other ways like him getting involved in the revolution, maybe not, but I wouldn’t want him to be reintroduced just to show how he wasn’t perfect. I believe he should be used in the story when applicable. STILL, I understand the argument!!

It’s a pretty interesting take overall, even if I don’t entirely agree with the arguments!! :)

#hope this made sense LMAO #The one thing I’m Sort-Of-Not-Really-But-Still-Kinda glad about with Uprising’s cancellation: #there was a chance later seasons were going to focus more on the overarching plot of the revolution #leaving little room for personal individual conflict unrelated to the revolution #So I do agree that the show is kinda better off like this if the personal conflict started fading away in later seasons #but that’s my bias I just like personal conflicts yknow #tron #tron uprising #tronblr #tron legacy #i ramble

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word find tag (soon, later, wait, when, and now)

I was tagged by @thegreatobsesso. Thank you! <3

Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @winterandwords, @nanashi23 Your words: quick, thrill, threat, laugh, heal

I've been challenged to find positive quotes after my last very angsty word find. They were slightly difficult to find, but turns out I *do* have a few :D

These will be from Shattered Soul. It got a bit long (bc they're cute scenes damnit 🥺💜), so I'm slapping on a readmore.

wip intro

Soon

[Darian] He fixed up a plate and dug in; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. To his relief, Alaia began eating again as well, although she stopped sooner than he would've liked.

She gave him a strange look right as he took a large bite from a meatpie. "I'm really not a prisoner here, am I? Kiala offered me training. You're sitting here eating with me, not even asking any questions. Nobody locks the door. If I could walk more than two steps at a time, could I leave?"

The meatpie stuck in his throat at that, and he reached for some water to wash it down. "Do you want to leave?" he asked carefully.

Please, don't want to leave.

"Leave the room," she clarified, and he began to breathe again, nonchalantly taking another sip of water to cover his relief.

Later

[Alaia] She picked up the clear glass, which showcased a rainbow of colored liquid within. It smelled sweet, slightly fruity, but had the distinctive aroma of alcohol. Tentatively, she took a tiny sip, mindful of the coffee she had tried this morning. But she was relieved to find this tasted wonderful, like a medley of different fruits bursting upon her tongue. A noise of appreciation escaped as she looked at the drink with more interest.

Nuzzling her temple, Darian asked, "Better than the coffee?"

A pleasant warmth spread in her chest as she took a larger drink. "Oh yes, there's no comparison."

Darian chuckled.

Jesam pressed close to her other side, reaching over to grab some bread and cheese. Aleix teased him, jerking the basket away, and she reached out to intervene as they started fighting for it. Cambria gave her a conspiratorial grin, and they both reached for the basket, claiming the last couple pieces of bread, cramming them into their mouths as all the males complained.

A couple of drinks later, Alaia felt ready to float free from her body. Whatever this alcohol was, it wasn't human alcohol. It made her feel light and airy. But also warm and fuzzy, so maybe it was normal alcohol. She didn't know anymore, and didn't care.

Wait & When

Before he could mention adding milk or sugar, she lifted her cup and took a cautious sip. Darian winced, anticipating her reaction. Sure enough, her eyes watered as her face screwed up in disgust at the bitterness.

"Oh gods," she gasped. "You people drink this willingly? What is wrong with you?"

Darian burst out laughing, even while he mindspoke their server.

Alaia gave him a dirty look, pushing the cup away. "It's not funny—"

"I'm so sorry," Tay said, interrupting Alaia before she could give Darian the tongue-lashing he likely deserved. "Here, let me help you. Most of us prefer at least a little cream and sugar to soften the bitterness. Or I could bring you tea, if you'd rather not try again." They wrung their hands while they waited for Alaia's response.

"Oh no, it's not your fault," Alaia assured them. She shot another glare at Darian and reached for the small container of cream the server had brought. "How much should I add?

Darian was convinced there was more cream and sugar than coffee in Alaia's cup when she finished. By that time, their food had been delivered. Alaia looked at her plate of fluffy sweet bread topped with fresh fruit with something that actually resembled interest. She picked up her fork, then pointed it at Darian.

"Tell me, is there anything I need to add to this to make it not taste like burned charcoal steeped in hot water?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to stab me with that fork?"

"Only if you lie to me." She scowled, but there was a thread of amusement dancing between them, and Darian smiled.

Now

She rolled her eyes, turning to point her fork at Kiral. "Speak."

Kiral burst out laughing. "Bossy much, kaireda mia?"

"I'm not above stabbing you with this fork and making you squirm before I heal you," Alaia threatened, waving said fork around. "And what in the Mother's name did you just call me? At least your brother translates his sappy terms of endearment."

"I think you like my sappy terms of endearment, mi'alla," Darian said, squeezing her hip.

"Kaireda mia means dear sister," Kiral managed to choke out between bouts of laughter. "Now we've moved on to physical threats?"

Alaia lowered her fork, suddenly remembering the king and queen were at the table. She eyed them a little nervously, considering she'd just threatened to stab the crown prince.

Mariana caught her look, and smiled. "We don't hold titles in this room, kaireda. Besides, I'm sure Darian is thrilled to learn his mate is just as bloodthirsty as he is."

Elian chuckled. "Yes, Darian is pretty quick to draw his dagger. Kiral probably appreciates only being threatened with a fork."

"I do!" Kiral said, gasping for breath. "I appreciate it about as much as the offer to heal me after. Means I don't have to trail blood everywhere while I drag myself to the Hall of Healing."

#hmm two scenes involving a fork #lol #did i win elli? do i get a cookie? #🥺🥺 (hopeful) #starlit plays tag games #word find tag #shattered soul

[epickiya722]

Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from BNHA? Amd why do you love them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....If you've answered them before, do you mind changed the amswers to Sk8 series....(Again sorry if I'm asking too much)....

Thanks so much for your blog, love reading them ......

HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET TO ANSWER THIS, WTH, KIYA?!

Anyways!

Okay, I'll do 3 since I also want to answer for SK8! First, BNHA!

My favorite characters are (and should be no surprise to anyone who has been following my blog long enough 😆)...

Miruko - hands down she easily became my favorite the moment she graced her presence in the story. She's the #5 Pro Hero who just hops around and kicks ass. She's a "no nonsense, let's get this done" character and I have to applaud Sakaya Kinoshita and Anairis Quiñoes for providing such great voices for her. Both women really put "I'm a badass and I know it" into voicing Miruko. There's also the fact that rabbits are one of my favorite animals.

Midoriya - He's unique to me. He has a range that I like. He could look like he couldn't hurt a fly and then the next he looks out for blood. His green curls and freckles are nice touches to his character. He's sweet, kind and has a sharp mind. But he's also stubborn, quick to anger, irrational. Out of all BNHA characters, he is the one I do relate to the most when it comes to having emotions. Again, I'm applauding voice actors here because Daiki Yamashita and Justin Briner bring Midoriya to life on the screen for me. I could not imagine any other voices but theirs for the sub and dub, I just can't.

Rock Lock - I'm giving Rock Lock love here because he just doesn't get enough of it. He's one of the few adult characters that really did bring up a good point about the kids in season 4 and yet does recognize their potential. He immediately gave me Dad vibes and I was right that he was indeed one. Which is another element to his character I love. He thinks about his family, he is really a softie. I love that for him. When he thought about making it back to his wife and son, I teared up a little. And I'll bring race into this for a bit because it is not often we do get Black characters in media with a softer side, let alone in media not created by Black people. So it was nice to see an actual family man with a job like his where it doesn’t affect said family in a bad way like Endeavor's does or even Captain Hero's in Vigilantes where he was having some martial problems. He's #1 Dad and husband in my book and I take no arguments on that. Also, anytime he talks I gotta to listen. Again, yes, voice actors, Yasuhiro Fujiwara and Gabe Kunda, love them. And his quirk, I actually love that quirk. It's a fun one.

Now for moments!!! Again, doing just three. And I'm sticking to just the anime here to avoid spoilers.

Ya'll already know I'm going to say the Miruko vs. High End Nomus fight. Out of all the fights in season 6, that is one of the best ones. Even leading up to her being Shigaraki's containment. I was actually surprised that made it on one of the recent Watchmojo anime videos for anime fights that caught the audience by surprise or something along those lines. Of course, not mad about it because oh my gosh, just watching her kick ass in a purple lit setting really just... I loved it so much.

I gotta bring up the dorm room episode here. It's one of the episodes I can rewatch and not get tired of it. There's so many funny moments in that episode and to be more specific my favorite scene is when they got to Tokoyami's room. From him trying to stop them from checking out his room, be overpowered because it was 2 to 1 and he is still fairly small (doesn't even have muscles until later) to the showcasing of the room. His room is my favorite. Gothic setting with black and purple lighting? Hell yes! I also love his "GEEEEET OOOOUT!" Don't blame him.

For the third one... hm... I have a lot of moments I like and I'll pick season 4 for this since not a whole of people talk about that season. And I'll choose... okay, when Eri finally smiled. That scene actually made me cry, did it. She's been through so much and all it took for her to smile was to see Midoriya on stage and have a fun time. Honestly, every time Eri smiles I want to or actually do cry. I did it in Mirio's flashback of his when she smiled at him in season 6. She's just so precious!

Now onto SK8 the Infinity! Starting with the characters which was hard to do because I do love them all as a whole.

Reki - he's literal sunshine who really has some great artistic skills. And out of all the characters, his design is my favorite out of everyone else's. I would wear his hoodies and I love how he wears many colors. He had a signature outfit, but he does change his clothes and his aesthetic is something I would wear. I am a sucker for colors and hoodies. Also, love hearing

Sketchy - Yes, that little pet is a favorite. He's just so freaking adorable??? Sassy little creature.

Nanako - Langa's mom is just so amazing. That woman really is just trying her best to be a good mom and you know she really does love her son and her late husband. She reminds me of Inko, Midoriya’s mom. Just a woman who has a kind heart and wants nothing but her son to be okay and safe.

And now for moments!!

The beach episode is overall is a favorite. I love that episode as a whole. It was a very funny episode... then episode 7 happened. I never thought the number 7 would betray me.

I really love that part where Reki and Langa were fixing skateboard, it's such a sweet moment.

The part in the epilogue with the Kyan family! As a big sister, it warmed my heart seeing another big bro Reki moment with the twins! IT WAS SO ADORABLE!!

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #miruko #mirko #usagiyama rumi #rumi usagiyama #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #takagi ken #ken takagi #rock lock #tokoyami fumikage #fumikage tokoyami #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #kyan reki #sketchy #nanako hasegawa #hasegawa nanako

[moccahobi]

Buried Truths [Chapter 2]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count:  3.2k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: This fic is not focused on romance. There is a romantic side plot but this is a thriller/horror/supernatural centric fic. Also! This is the first fic where I am talking about/show casing asexuality. As an ace person myself, I really love seeing ace representation and aim to write more fics that showcase ace relationships!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala​ for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 1 < Masterlist > Chapter 3 (finale)

“You got really scared.”

“Of course! I was… and now the door isn’t opening. Can one of you try to open the door on the other side?”

The door jiggled, “I can’t open it.” Yugyeom said, his voice full of worry as he tried again. 

“What? No. No. No. It should open.” Bambam said, worry growing in his voice as he surged forward to try to open the door. 

“It looks locked. Maybe it was slightly unlocked or the door automatically locks… I saw a bunch of keys at the entrance.” It was Jaeboem, his voice getting more distant as he walked towards the entrance. 

You sat on the top step of the basement, trying to ignore the sea of darkness that was the basement at your feet as you took deep breaths. Coming in here was a mistake. Coming into this house was a mistake. Seeing Jinyoung again was a mistake. 

Bambam sat next to you, his breathing unsteady as he shifted uncomfortably, “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen… I didn’t even realize you were here.”

“What?”

“Most of the guys don’t give me any attention… I wanted to see some of them show care to me for once…”

Anger bubbled in you as you realized what he did. He locked you both in… well… he slammed the door on you both. He looked scared though. 

“I-- You closed this door on us?” 

He nodded.

“Why?”

“Listen… You seemed to be accepted right away into this friend group… I didn’t. I am Jinyoung’s friend and I think Jackson likes me some… The others though? I don’t know. They seem to care for me when I am hurt or scared though,” Bambam spared you a glance before looking back into the basement, “Youngjae seems to dislike me most. I’m sure you know that he doesn’t like me much though.”

You were flustered at that, “O-Oh. I-”

“He vents about you sometimes. Nothing major… just the occasional complaint about you. I figured that if he vents about you, someone he likes, he probably vents about me since I am someone he doesn’t like.”

“I--” You sighed. What were you supposed to tell him? 

That Youngjae found him absolutely annoying and felt he wasn’t part of the friend group? That Youngjae often vented about Bambam’s work competency? That Youngjae was tired of Bambam always being around? 

“I am sorry. He can be a little judgemental sometimes.” 

Bambam nodded, “Youngjae cares a lot about his friends and I admire that a ton. He seems to be faily defensive of his friends as well.” 

“And opinionated,” You hesitated… were you about to tell this near stranger something you hadn’t been able to tell anyone yet? “I dropped out of college last year and haven’t had the energy to tell him yet. I know what he’ll say and I am not ready for it. I’ve not told anyone… but you now. Please don’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t. That’d be an asshole thing for me to do. I won’t tell anyone what you said about your bestie.” Bambam laughed and bumped shoulders with you, “How come you dropped out?” 

“College is rough. I was a pre-med major since my parents wanted me to become a doctor, but I never wanted to be one. Didn’t even want to go to college but I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and my parents had a plan.”

“That sounds frustrating.”

“It was and last year, I was really struggling. Pre-med is hard. I am not a science person. I figured if I dropped out and picked up some odd jobs while acting like I was still in school, I’d eventually find something and be able to tell people then.”

“Have you?”

“No. I’m a bartender and waitress right now… I barely have time to indulge in my hobbies.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be. I chose this path… I get to deal with the consequences of it.” 

Bambam nodded, “I am sorry for locking you in here.”

You laughed, “Don’t stress. As long as the lights work, I am fine. Besides, this place is much smaller and I feel sa-” You stopped talking as you felt something feather light brush against your calf. You readjusted your leg, moving it slightly away from the basement stairs.

What the fuck?

“You feel safe here despite the basement being right in front of us?” Bambam laughed, leaning back as he looked around the small space, “I guess the space is nice and there isn’t much to keep an eye on.” 

Nodding, you leaned forward, looking down the stairs and trying to find whatever brushed your leg… Nothing.

Maybe it was dust or a spider web? 

“Yeah… It is nicer--” 

What felt like a hand gripped your ankle tightly, yanking you harshly. You found yourself tumbling down the basement stairs, screaming and trying to grab onto anything that would slow your descent. All the while, your head bounced against the stairs like a hollow basketball. Whatever was dragging you let go as you landed roughly on the hard concrete floor of the basement, leaving you breathless and in pain. 

“Noona! Are you ok?” Bambam shouted, his steps as he ran down the stairs heavy and booming in your head. When he reached you, he gingerly helped you up.

“I think so?” You started, wincing as you tried to stand up, the ankle that whatever grabbed you touched was hurting to stand on, “I don’t know… I am in a lot of pain. Am I bleeding?”

Bambam shook his head, about to say something when rough knocking came at the door.

“Y/n-ah! Are you ok?” Jackson’s voice sounded far away from in the basement. He sounded worried as well and it made you feel conflicted. He’d never shown you worry before… but you had made a lot of noise coming down so it was in theory natural that he would be worried about you. You were his sister and he wasn’t heartless.

“I-I think I am! Did you all find the key?” You shouted back, not daring to try walking yet. 

“We’ve found some but none have worked on the door.”

You sighed and shook your head. 

“Do you think you can help me up the stairs?” You asked Bambam.

“I am sorry, Noona. I don’t think I am strong enough to. I think maybe Jackson or Jinyoung will be able to help you up.”

You nodded, gingerly rotating your ankle to test the throbbing pain. It was most definitely sprained. 

“Huh… We don’t have cellular out here.” Bambam remarked as he turned on his phone’s flashlight and slowly looked around the space. It was odd that you didn’t have cellular… you weren’t far from the other house nor were you really out in the nature yet somehow, cellular wasn’t here. It probably wasn’t a big deal. This house was probably in a random blackout spot but the idea of no cellular still left you feeling a little sick.

Bambam barely moved around at first as he cautiously looked at the many dusty items that were in the basement, eventually moving around some. A dresser, some dark colored curtains that were hung up on the wall, and way too many boxes with more stuff. The stuff was covered in a ton of dust that blanketed the space and seemed to sparkle in the flashlight beam. 

Above them, they heard the creaky footsteps of the others trying to find a way to open the door. Muddles conversations happening as someone shared good news also leaked through the floorboards. 

Was Youngjae using this time to confess to Jaeboem? 

Would you want your best friend to be confessing instead of trying to save you?

Part of you felt excited at the idea of Youngjae might be confessing right now. He’d been trying for over a year to get the courage to. Somehow, if the worry of you hurt in a basement made it feel less scary or loosened his lips, maybe that was good. Another part of your mind whispered that if he was confessing, was he spending much time trying to save you? Was he even worried about it?

You took a deep breath and sighed. Of course he cared for you. Of course he was worried about you. 

“Yoooo! Noona! Look! This closet is full of kid dresses! I wonder where the kid is now!” Bambam said excitedly, breaking your thoughts as he flicked through the dusty garments. 

You hobbled over, looking at the faded fabrics with their intricate sewn on details. Whoever this child was, they lived a very fancy life. This house was big and it was the second house on this property, these fancy dresses cemented the wealth of the child’s family. As you examined a specific dress more closely, Bambam started to look around again. He paused and hit your shoulder lightly.

“What?”

“N-Noona? Can you turn around for me?” His voice wavered as he started to shuffle backwards, his back brushing against the children’s clothes.

Slowly, you turned around, looking at Bambam questioningly.

“Do you see something moving in the shadows?” 

You looked out, the darkness swirling as you tried to adjust and look out. Nothing seemed to be moving, not even the dusty curtains that were facing you. That was shocking because they rested on a rusty bar that looked like a few harsh movements of moving air would make it topple. 

“I do-”

Something moved. 

It was in the corner of your eye but as you and Bambam looked over, a small trinket that had been resting on top of one of the boxes, was wobbling around. Bambam squeaked and ran behind you, your body eclipsing his flashlight as he hid. Stealing up all your confidence, you gently took Bambam’s phone and slowly walked up to the trinket. 

It was a children’s toy. 

A faded wooden car with two of its wheels missing. It wobbled on the box as if trying to rebalance itself. 

“M-Maybe it was w-wind?” You asked, reaching out and grabbing the car to stabilize it.

“Sure Jan, and I am totally not scared right now. I think Yugyeom was right. There’s a ghost here.” Bambam says as he looks at the car in your hands, trying to see if there was something going on that would lead to it moving so much.

Right as you opened your mouth to speak, the door banged open. Its handle hit the wall with an audible crack! Bambam and you jumped at the sound and you dropped the car, frozen in place as people started rushing down stairs.

Jackson is the first to make it down the stairs, jumping down the last three steps as he rushed to your side, “Y-n-ah! Are you ok?” He asked, looking you over worriedly.

“I am fine.” You said, his hands feeling like fire on your skin, his worry a foreign presence in your life. It made you feel a little sick at the thought of how caring he was acting.

Why was he so worried now? 

What gave him the right when for so long he’s been distant from you?

“You absolutely are not fine. Your ankle is at the very least sprained.” Bambam said, eyeing you and Jackson.

“I would be worried about a concussion as well. I heard a lot of bumping on your fall down. You took quite a fall, Y/n-ssi.” Jaeboem said when he joined the group, Youngjae quickly rushing over and hugging you tightly as Jaeboem spoke. 

“Let’s get you out. I can help you up the stairs.” Youngjae said, hooking his arm under yours as he started walking towards the stairs slowly. 

You looked back and watched as a sad look grew on Bambam’s face as he watched Youngjae help you away on his own. As you turned your eyes forward, you caught Jackson’s gaze, worry written all over his face. 

God. 

Tonight is becoming messier by the second… and you are in a haunted house. 

Were you going to survive tonight? 

Youngjae and you slowly hobbled up the stairs and despite your eyes focused on the steps you were taking, you felt the eyes of people all around you. Their gazes felt unnatural and creepy on you, your skin crawling under them. You were ready to go home, crash, and pretend tonight didn’t happen (aside from celebrating Youngjae and Jaeboem getting together)... and maybe see if Bambam wanted to become friends. Tonight could be a fever dream that, with repeated retelling, you completely rewrite. 

With a content sigh, Youngjae set you down in a rickety chair in the main living space, the moist smell of mildew greeting you as you sunk into the chair. Jinyoung dragged over a table with a painful SCREECH and gently guided your legs up to rest on the table. 

“Does it hurt to put pressure on your foot?” He asked, his hands gently holding and checking your ankle. His touch felt scalding on your skin and in any other situation, you would have quickly yanked your foot away from him. Tonight though, you found your energy waning. 

You nodded, when he looked up at you, refusing to speak. Given, you didn’t have energy or strength to talk to him right now. The guilt over Jackson and Bambam was starting to choke you and you had no idea if you could control what you said to Jinyoung if you spoke. 

“It is starting to swell as well,” He got up and got closer to you, he reached out before stopping, “Does your head hurt?” 

Did it? 

You didn’t have a headache. Slowly, you reached up and started to feel around your head, fear of blood or a tender spot rising in your throat. 

With great relief, you felt no pain and shook your head. 

“That’s good. You may still want to get checked out but unless there is another spot you’re feeling a lot of pain, it may just be a badly sprained ankle.”

“I am glad. With how fast you fell down those stairs, I was worried, noona.” Bambam said, coming closer and eyeing your ankle. 

You avoided Youngjae’s eyes as you nodded, “I… I don’t remember even hitting my ankle on anything. I don’t know how it got sprained… but it did feel like someone grabbed my ankle.”

“Bambam-ah, did you see anyone else in the basement?” Jackson asked, as Mark walked towards the basement door and looked down the stairs. If he saw more than the swirling darkness that bathed the basement, he didn’t react.“No… Not a person… I um… I did see some shadows move though… but I didn’t see a person.”

Youngjae scoffed, “It was a small basement, you probably saw part of your shadow on another wall. Did you see a shadow, Y/n-ah?”

All eyes were on you then and it felt like they were short circuiting your mind as you tried to think of what happened back in the basement. You saw a shadow… right? Was it just your mind? Or one of your own shadows? 

Did you even see one? 

Your brain was getting fuzzy as you tried to think back to the basement. You were pulled down, Bambam came, the two of you walked around, you saw a little car toy… Was there a shadow?

“I-I don’t know.” You said slowly, looking at everyone. 

Bambam was looking at you with hurt etched into his face as Youngjae laughed humorlessly, “I think you were seeing stuff then, Bambam-ah.”

Youngjae’s laugh cut through you, hurting you more than your ankle was. You couldn’t handle it and you couldn’t forget how rude Youngjae was being. This wasn’t like him… even if he was a little snarky sometimes. 

“I d-don’t think he was seeing st-stuff.” 

“You said yourself that you didn’t see anyone though!” Youngjae said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up as he spoke loudly.

“And I believe Bambam-ah.”

Yugyeom coughed, “Shadows or not, Y/n might need medical attention. We should leave.”

Jaeboem nodded.

“Wait! If it is just a sprained ankle, can we have her rest for a little while longer? I would love to explore a little more. Just fifteen or so minutes. Nothing too long.” Bambam asked, his eyes wide and lips in a big pout as he looked around at everyone and pleaded.

“No. Y/n needs to leave.” Youngjae said, moving towards you to lift you up.

Bambam looked over at you with his puppy dog eyes as he clasped his hands together in a plea to stay just a little longer. 

You sighed and shook your head, “I’ll be fine with another fifteen minutes here. Don’t worry about me. If my ankle gets worse or I feel more pain elsewhere, I’ll say and we can leave.” 

Jackson looked like he was about to protest but before he could, Jinyoung stood up, patting you on the shoulder, “Listen, I’m the only one certified in first aid. Y/n-ah will be fine. Let’s keep exploring. I know I have another place I want to explore myself. Bambam-ah, how about you join me?” 

Bambam nodded excitedly as a smile spread on his face. Jinyoung and Bambam started to walk deeper into the house, Mark quickly jogging to catch up to them. The tension that filled the room was palpable as you and Youngjae looked at each other with questioning gazes, neither wanting to back down. 

“Yugyeom-ah, Jackson-ah, want to see a giant study Youngjae and I found? It is super cool! With tons of books.” Jaeboem said, seperating from Youngjae to get closer to the other guys still in the room, an awkward smile that didn’t meet his eyes plastered on his face.

“Sure. Plus, I think that Youngjae and Y/n will want some alone time to talk.” Yugyeom said as he shot you two an annoyed glance, his words finally making you look away in shame.

Tonight has been borderline traumatic and knowing that you’re getting on everyone’s nerves is making it one hundred times worse. You’d wanted to make friends… not make your best friend’s friend group hate you. 

When Jackson, Yugyeom, and Jaeboem finally left, you sighed deeply and shook your head. You were tired and even though you were fine with being here for another fifteen minutes, you wanted to go home. The soft blankets and fluffy pillows on your bed were calling to you… so was the start of a new day. Maybe you’d wake up and find out that you had gotten blackout drunk and this was all a stupid ass dream.

“Are you and Bambam friends now?” Youngjae asked, his voice small as he looked at you. He looked nervous and small now, which was much different from his borderline angry expression earlier. 

“He seems like a cool person.” You shrugged, refusing to look at Youngjae. This was a new side of him and with all the guilt today, you didn’t know if you could handle this side. 

On any other day, you might’ve gotten so excited. Youngjae didn’t open up to you tons and while there was some reason he was so closed off, it hurt that he was so closed off. Especially because he was the only person you told some stuff to. He knew you had a tense relationship with your family, that you dropped out of college, that you worked at a bar, and that you recently realized you were aroace. He knew all that and more. He knew every vulnerable thing about you, yet he was only ever vulnerable to you once: When he told you that he had a crush on Jaeboem.

“Yeah. He does seem cool… but I am cooler right?” His voice sounded hopeful as he asked and it made you feel sick.

“That’s what you’re worried about? If you’re cooler to me than some dude I met today? One, you’re my best friend, of fucking course you’re cooler in my eyes. Two, him being cool doesn’t excuse how rude you’ve been to Bambam since we’ve exited the basement. He’s been nothing but kind and caring to me. I get you find him annoying but-”

“I don’t find him annoying.” Youngjae sighed, “He’s cool. I know he is… I just… I am close to Jaeboem hyung and Mark hyung but I am not that close to others in the group. Bambam gets along with everyone… sure sometimes it felt more forced to me but I guess it didn’t to others? Jinyoung is a bit of a tsundere if you’ve noticed and yet he warmed right up to Bambam! I’ve been trying to get close to Jinyoung forever and yet I just can’t seem to.” 

His words shocked you. They hung in the air and clung to you with desperation as you processed everything he was saying. Insecure in his place in the group? Worried about someone replacing him? 

Youngjae hesitated before moving closer and resting his hand on your knee, “I don’t know why but with most people, it feels like there’s a wall up between me and them. If it weren’t for you and Jaebeom and Mark making the first steps for stuff, I probably wouldn’t have gotten so close to you all.” 

“I am sure that isn’t true at all, Oppa. You managed to ask Jaeboem out, right? I thought I heard that from the basement.” You said, pulling him onto your lap as the chair groaned in protest. 

Your ankle was already sprained. The chair breaking on you wouldn’t be the end of the world, especially when Youngjae was being this vulnerable. You hugged him tightly, trying to give all your love and admiration to him through it. 

“He asked me out. I didn’t.” 

“Ok? And? You two are going on a date later, right?” 

He nodded.

“So you’re crossing that barrier. Who invited you here?” 

“Jackson hyung.”

“So he wanted you to come and you took the step to get closer. That’s saying something, Oppa.”

“He invited Bambam too… I found out earlier tonight. I just assumed Bambam came as a plus one… God. I’ve been such an asshole to Bambam.”

You laughed at that and pinched Youngjae’s arm, “You have been a bit of one tonight. I can’t comment on anything before tonight, but maybe you can reflect on your interactions and apologize to him?”

“Y/n-ahhhhh, why would you say that word to meeee.” Youngjae whined with a light giggle, “You know me and apologize don’t go well together.”

“Well, I think it needs to. Bambam is part of your friend group afterall. Plus, I think you two would get along if you got out of your head and gave him a chance.” 

Youngjae sighed deeply, “You’re right. I will. Thank you for listening.” 

“Of course I’m right,” You laughed and hugged Youngjae tighter, “And I am here for you. Always.”

“I am glad. Now… do you want to hear about how Jaeboem hyung asked me out?” He giggled excitedly as he asked, the chair squeaking loudly against the floor as he adjusted in your lap, launching into his small speel about it. 

You were excited, genuinely, as he spoke about Jaeboem and him slowly walking into study of the place. They'd lightly talked about their life before Jaeboem suddenly shifted the conversation to dates. Jaeboem was the one who eventually asked Youngjae out. It was fun to watch as Youngjae’s eyes lit up in excitement. Somehow, the conversation evolved into him rambling about future dates he might plan.

A particularly strong stab of pain in your ankle tore you from your excitement. You were hurt and tired… and not once has Youngjae asked. Sure, he helped you up and you professed to the group that you were ok but… he was your best friend and not once when alone did he ask. 

But he’d been dealing with a lot too! The conversation on his mind was a natural reason for him to blank on checking in again on you after you so explicitly stated that you were ok. It was understandable that something like you acting more ok than you were would slip his mind, he opened up some about not being ok.

Were you being selfish? Had you overreacted? Was he not thinking past himself? All could be true… but that didn’t stop the guild that once again started to brew turbulently in your stomach. Tonight was such a mixed bag and you just wanted to leave before much else happened. 

Holding back a sigh, you nodded absentmindedly to what Youngjae was saying as you started to look around the main space. The living space was less dusty than the basement but there was still tons of dust in their air. You could see that in the thin slivers of moonlight that shone through the house. Maybe it had been as dusty as the basement but because of all the movement, the dust has been moved around… and you hadn’t noticed when you entered the house originally. You slowly traced up the stairs, past the few broken steps and up to the second floor, trying to see if there was more dust on the second floor. 

You couldn’t tell though, the space too dark.

Wait-- 

Was that a light? 

Squinting to see better, you noticed a small light flash from the balcony on the second floor. It flickered in and out, a few other small specks of light joining it. If it wasn’t for how cold of a tone the light was, you might’ve guessed that it was fireflies taking advantage of the abandoned house for safe shelter. Plus, the lights seemed to be present for much longer than fireflies are and moved around too much. 

You watched carefully, the rest of the world melting away as the lights slowly became much more present. 

Jaeboem moved in front of where the small lights were, asking something of Youngjae that you completely missed as you slowly refocused on the world around you. 

“Y/n-ah, Jaeboem and I are going to look through the kitchen cabinets. Do you want to stay here or join?” He asked, a large smile on his face as he got up to hold Jaeboem’s hand.

“I’ll stay here. You two have fun.” You said, trying to muster up all your energy to sound excited… though you didn’t know if you did. 

That being said, it must’ve convinced Jaeboem and Youngjae because they nodded and walked away, leaving you in the fragile quiet of the main space. You took a deep breath when he left, almost happy that he’d left you alone. His excitement was wonderful normally but tonight, for some reason, it was draining you. 

Rolling your shoulders, you adjusted in the seat which was growing more and more uncomfortable the longer you were sitting on it. It was a very old seat and as you shifted around, you started to feel the groove of wear from someone who probably sat in it for too long all the time. You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the reprieve from people. 

“Ya, dongsaeng… are you ok?” It was Jackson. 

He’d quickly shuffled into the room and sat down before you even realized. Worry was painted all over his face as he looked you over himself. “Not really but I will be fine. Plus, I wanted to Bambam to keep having fun. He was super spooked in the basement.”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking? You never seemed to care about me before.” 

Jackson looks hurt, “I do care. You’re my sister. I love you. I want the best for you.”

“You have a weird way of showing it. Always thought you were disappointed in me.” You said with a scoff. Maybe Jackson did care right now and was hurt but that didn’t make up for all the years he ignored you or pressured you into stuff that you didn’t want to do. You had the right to be upset and wary of his sudden care. 

Jackson looked like he wanted to say more, his chest filling with courage to say something. As you looked, anxiety pooling in your stomach, you prepared yourself for his hurtful words. 

You couldn’t seem to avoid anything tonight… including Jackson’s harsh words. . He is about to say something when, BANG! Front door slams shut and won’t unlock.

BAM!

You flinched as Jackson jumped and screamed, his eyes wide and face flushing as he looked around for the sound, leaving you alone.

“The front door! It’s locked!” Jackson shouted out and soon after, everyone seemed to be running to the front door. You heard the jiggles of people trying and trying to open the door echo through the house and growing louder until it was all you could hear. 

Fuck. Your head was aching.

Curling into yourself, you took deep breaths and tried to help ease some of the building pain behind your eyes. People were arguing now, their voices raising with frustration as they discussed something.

At some point, they were back in the same space as you, talking back and forth about what to try to do next. They seemed to be talking about you but you didn’t have the energy to try to listen. Their voices seemed to be floating around you just out of hearing range like a heat mirage on a hot summer. You didn’t care to listen either. They would figure it out and then you could leave this god forsaken house. 

At some point, most of them had left the main space to explore, leaving you alone with Youngjae and Jaeboem once again. There was some mention of finding a key that you think they were searching for but you barely had the energy to keep up with what they said. You simply nodded along. 

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” Jaeboem asked, looking at you worriedly when you finally stopped nodding your head. 

“I am feeling… alright. Just tired.” You spoke slowly, part of your energy going into trying to focus on Jaeboem who was going in and out of focus. 

Youngjae nodded, a crease in his brow forming as he watched you, “Must be tired from all that’s happened. Y/n-ah isn’t very social and adventurous generally. She’s been such a trooper for me tonight… and I got us into this mess.”

“Oh?” Jaeboem asked, his head swiveling between you and Youngjae. 

Youngjae started explaining why you’d come to this party but you were struggling to focus once again on what he was saying. The lights upstairs started dancing once again. Despite how hard it was to focus on Jaeboem and Yugyeom, it was as if you could see the lights more clearly now. 

Someone was playing upstairs. Fiddling with the sticks and leaves that had trecked there for a playdate. They were dancing around and jumping excitedly with the light leaves in tow. Distantly, you heard frustrated groans and a yell of frustration, people bustling around you. 

Somewhere Mark said “Yugyeom-ah, let’s go to the kitchen to calm down. We will figure this out but first you need a break.” 

“Listen, I understand that you want to protect this house but at this point, we need to get out fast and get Y/n-ssi medical attention.” Yugyeom as saying when you fully came back to the present moment. 

Jackson was shaking his head tiredly as everyone else stood around them, a heavy sigh leaving him. 

“We can’t break a window to get out. There has to be a way to get out that doesn’t damage the house!” 

“Hyung! We’ve checked. I don’t get your instance of not breaking something. Surely the homeowners will understand.” Yugyeom said, waving around at others who nodded along.

“Yeah. I’ve talked to them before. They’re super understanding! I am sure they half expected something to happen at a house party too. They’ll understand.” Bambam said, smiling nervously as he watched Jackson become more and more agitated. 

“Yeah! Why can’t you listen to me? They won’t be understanding because they don’t know! I’ll get fired and they’ll charge me with a fucking crime or something! I don’t know! But we got to keep this house intact!”

Silence filled the room at Jackson’s confession, your mind slowly catching up to what he just said… the homeowners didn’t know… 

Slowly you spoke, trying hard to speak clearly, “What do you mean you didn’t get permission, opp-” 

“Don’t tell appa!” Jackson quickly cut you off, fear in his face as he pleaded with you. 

“A-Appa?” Jinyoung repeated, looking between Jackson and you suspiciously. 

“No way! Are you two siblings?” Youngjae asked, his face twisted in betrayal as he looked over at you for answers. You looked away, disappointed in yourself.

“No need to look so upset about it, dongsaeng. We both know you hate me.” Jackson scoffed and you looked up alarmed. 

You didn’t hate him. He’s the one who didn’t like you! 

“Hoel… I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Youngjae said, his voice quiet as he turned away from you and leaned in to Jaeboem, who was looking at you with many swirling emotions.

Everyone was. 

You looked over at Bambam, hoping to see something akin to a look of understanding on his face… disappointment. Fuck. Why did you have to be such a damn screw up? 

“Listen! I-I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him.” You sighed and curled in on yourself, ignoring the stabbing pain from your ankle as you did, “J-J-Just because he’s disappointed in me and hates my guts doesn’t mean you two can’t have a go-good relationship.” Your voice cracked as tears threatened to spill. 

This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about ever. You weren’t prepared. 

And their expressions didn’t help.

You’d disappointed everyone it seems. Mark… Yugyeom… Jaeboem… Bambam… Youngjae… Jackson… even fucking Jinyoung. 

God. Tonight has been so much.

Sighing and shaking your head, you stood up, “I-I need space. I m sorry.” 

Everyone stood still and watched silently as you hobbled upstairs, each step underlined by a sharp stabbing pain and a quiet wince. Their upset burned into you from behind. 

Maybe it was the pain or your exhaustion but the higher you climbed, the fuzzier your vision became. Your ears were ringing and body tingly as if you’d pinched a nerve by the time you made it to the top of the stairs. Somehow despite your vision becoming fuzzy and your body seemingly disconnecting from your mind, you didn’t struggle to get up the stairs. You’d made it up all in one piece and even managed to rest on the wall nearby to catch your breath. 

Those lights from earlier were even closer up here. The child in the lights danced excitedly to you, engulfing you in a hug and inviting you to play. Warmth washed over you as you played with her. Time and space fell to the wayside. 

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[a-s-levynn]

HAI!!! :3 I have some pals that are into Sleep Token 'n I am interested!! What songs do you suggest from them?/what are your fav Sleep Token songs?

I'm so sorry if you sent this some time ago, using tumblr on three devices eats my inbox notifications at times and i just found yours and an other ask i haven't seen since monday😫

Also sorry it got long but i'd figure it would be fun to explain why i'd go at it this way.

The short answer: basically anywhere but pay attention to the lyrics because that is what sucks you in even more.

But to properly answer your question.. every single person you'd ask would give you a slightly different list for sure based on various reasons. I'm gonna break down why i'd do it like this. Also what i'd suggest to start with and what are my faves vary a bit. And also what i'd recommend based on someone's taste in music can alter what i'd show first to them but.. in general i'd go something like this (true and tested method [lies only tried once but it worked surprisingly well]).

I'd definitely start with the easily digestable tracks soundwise. The more groovy and vibey stuff that can be enjoyable without paying too much attention to the lyrics. It adds to it of course but nit neccessary.

Aqua Regia, Alkaline, Granite, Rain, Hypnosis, The Apparition and The Offering

At the end of Hypnosis there are a bit of harsher vocals which is a nice teeny tiny introduction to that sides of theirs, but not too much. And The Offering is a great one to show off both the softer vocals but disgustingly catchy instrumentals, also that is probably one of their most iconic songs.

Most people are turned away because of the style of singing Vessel does most of the time, with all the bends and runs and high notes. Also the constrictions, bordering on whines sometimes and also heavily breathy vocals. Occasional crying. There is a lot of emotions on display, of which if you vibe with can hit pretty hard. It's neither genre typical nor used as a usually commercialized singing technique in general. I'm not saying it's oooh so unique, others do it as well, but it's definitely not the type you hear from every other song on the radio. The other part can be the unusual arrengments in songs and the collecting genres like pokemons. So these up here are more on the easier side with that.

I'd probably add in Euclid as well to these just to showcase the more pop influenced side but still having proper guitars in it and stuff. Also that track is great to show how dynamic their music can be without any screamy jumpscare.

Than i'd say look at the slower sad stuff because it's trademark for them, also still on the commonly enjoyable side in regards of sound. And this would be the point i'd say start to pay attention to the lyrics properly because that is half the appeal of Sleep Token.

Blood Sport (from the room below), Missing Limbs and Atlantic are great examples.

And after those i'd go with some of the heavy hitters (also the ones with a bit more harsh vocals) like The Summoning, Ascensionism, Take Me Back To Eden and Vore.

And then if you are still interested at this point i'd recommend just putting on the entire This Place Will Become Your Tomb album. There are basically next to none harsh vocal surprises but there are heavier instrumentals at certain points. And it is such a contained experience, regardless of it being a middle part of a trilogy.

If you get through the album and still feel like you want more, than it really is just up to you which tracks do you want to dip your toes in next, because you seen most of what they can offer but still going to ran into new and fresh stuff. Their discography is a bag of nicknacks and all of them are preciois for different resons. TMBTE (their last album) is a higher quality production and caters more to the general audiences soundwise, i think. Sundowning (first album) is more raw but no less enjoyable. Also the certified 'sexy song' (Sugar) is on that one. The EPs and covers, i'd recommend last probably, not because they are not good, on the contrary but they are a bit more niche, bit more restrained in soundscape and a bit more soulful but they are heavy hitters emotionally for sure.

One might argue i left out the singles and the first album but here is the thing. The production quality goues up significantly on each album. For a listener who doesn't come for the lyrics first but the sound, Dark signs and Jaws or Jerico may be less captivating than let's say Granite, for a first time listener. Of course it is highly dependent on the given person but i'm talking in general.

And to answer a 'what are my favourites' part of the question, my all time favourite track of theirs is Higher by all means. The rest is in an ebb and flow depending on my mood but The Offering, Descending, Like That and Gods are always up there for me.

Have a wonderful day every day!

🫶🏻

#levynn answers #anon <3

[author-gay-walrus]

Love Bites, Chapter 1

Ebony awoke to a loud knocking from above.

“Ebony!” his brother, Jack, yelled, “If you don’t come out Opal says we’ll leave without you!”

He turned to face the other side of the coffin, hoping Jack would eventually stop. They didn’t.

At last he threw open the coffin, “Jack I swear if you scratch my coffin-” He was interrupted by Jack accidentally punching him in the face. “Jesus-fuck,”

“You’re bleeding.” Jack stated, pointing at his bloody nose, his eyes wide with fear.

“Yeah I know-shit I think you broke it-”

“Doc!” Jack ran out of the room, “I broke Ebony!”

Climbing out of his coffin Ebony could see Ace staring amusingly at him from the hallway. Their dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, showcasing both the scar on the left side of their face and wolf-like ears, a cut on the left on. Along with a spectrum piercing on their bridged nose, shorts, and an orange tank top with a crescent moon on it (a gag gift from Ebony that turned out to be something they actually liked) which was unusual since the outfit showed even more scars. Two scars on their left leg and three on their right forearm. No one except for Doc knew how they got those scars.

“Did you put him up to that?” He asked, noticing their tail quickly wagging behind them.

“The knocking? Yeah,” Ace laughed, “But that punch was all him.”

“I hate you.”

“Just shut up and get dressed sleeping beauty.” Ace grinned, showing off their fangs like Ebony didn’t have a pair of his own. He slammed the door on his sibling and quickly got dressed, ignoring the pain from his broken nose. Eventually he decided on a black pleated skirt with fishnets and a back tank top with blood-like splatters on it and red heels.

Assuming he looked good he opened the door and was greeted with Opal, who had a potion in her hand, “Jack said he broke you.”

“It’s just a broken nose, I’ve suffered worse.” Ebony rolled his eyes, grabbed the potion and chugged it quickly, handing the empty glass bottle back to the witch. “No hat today?” He pointed to her head where instead of her signature witch hat was her black hair styled in afro buns.

“New city today, thought I’d show off,” She gestured to her pointed ears which styled some black pentagram earrings, something Ebony had bought her for her birthday.

“Is that why Ace is showing off their scars?”

“Probably,” Opal shrugged.

“So? How do I look?” He spun to give Opal the full effect of the skirt.

“You clean up nicely for someone who doesn’t have a reflection.” She teased, “But for the love of god would it kill you to brush your hair?”

“I can’t see my hair! I don’t know when it looks bad…”

Opal rolled her eyes and grabbed a brush that was sitting next to Ebony’s guitar. “Turn around,” Ebony obliged and she started brushing through his long black hair.

“So why the new city?”

“There’s a new museum Jack wants to go to and you know Doc can’t say no to him.”

“Ugh, what museum is it this time?”

“Natural history.”

“That’s the most boring type of history.” He groaned.

“Maybe you’ll see something familiar,” She joked. “Okay, all done.”

“Thanks Opal,” He smiled as she put the brush down and walked out of the room. Ebony turned away to put on some of his rings when he heard someone walk into the room.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now Jack.” Ebony turned around to face him. He was wearing his striped suit jacket that was too big for him and his buckle platforms with a knee length white dress. “You look good.”

“Really?” He smiled, a blush spreading across his green skin. “I’m sorry about punching you. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know, you’re good.” There was an awkward pause in the room, it was obvious Jack wanted to ask something but felt too guilty to say it, instead fidgeting with the sleeves of their jacket. Ebony sighed, “Spill it,”

“Can you help me with my hair?”

“Course,” Jack walked closer so that Ebony could style his long, messy blonde hair into a bun. With his hair out of the way you could see both his blue and green eye along with the bolts that sat on either side of his neck and the stitches that wrapped around his forehead and neck.

“Thank you.” He smiled and ran downstairs, closely followed by Ebony.

Doc, Opal, and Ace were already downstairs and waiting by the door. Doc looked so under-dressed standing next to Opal in her dark purple corset and long black dress with a slit on each side, showing her matching purple tights. Doc on the other hand was wearing a gold button up, that was unbuttoned, with different gears all over it and tan cargo shorts. Doc looked like a dad, and in a way Doc was their dad. The only thing that made Doc stand out was the Plague Doctor mask for a head, each “eye” being a different shade of gold.

“There you are!” Doc exclaimed, watching Ebony follow Jack downstairs, “Almost left without you, how’s your nose?”

“It’s fine P.D.” Ebony insisted, grabbing his umbrella which hung by the door. It matches his shirt with it being black and a blood-like pattern dripping down from the top.

And with that, the makeshift family left their home and journeyed to the museum.

Doc drove them there with Opal controlling the music from the passenger seat. Ace, Jack, and Ebony sat in the back with Jack being squished in the middle.

“I still vote we buy a bigger car.” Ace complained.

“Then get a job and buy that bigger car.” Doc responded.

“Come on Doc,” They whined, “You know nobody hires people like us!”

“We could always put Jack in the truck.” Ebony suggested.

“Yeah! I can fit in there.” He smiled, pulling his hand off to prove it.

“Jack we’ve been over this we are not disembodying you and putting you in the truck.” Doc sighed.

Two hours later, they arrived at the museum, exiting the car and stretching before finally being pulled into the building by Jack. The first thing the little monster did was grab a map, scan over it quickly, and run in the direction the dinosaur fossils were, ignoring the stares of the people around them.

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[gingeraleluke]

𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x influencer!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: you and vinnie try to keep your relationship under wraps throughout a wild game of real life among us.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, (it’s among us, so ✨murder✨) anxious reader, pure fluff

𝗔/𝗡: this was requested by @morganwilliams !! i hope i did this request justice!

THIS IS A LONG ONE!! really really hope you guys like it :)

this is based off of james charles’ among us in real life 2 video

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whenever someone asked you about your career, you were never a hundred percent sure what to say. “i stand in front of a camera and make shitty jokes for a living” just didn’t have a nice ring to it.

you often found yourself settling on the term influencer, but it was hard to see yourself as someone who influenced people.

sure, you’d talk about things you enjoy doing and maybe sprinkle in some opinions or two, but the idea of you having the power to form someone’s day or perspective on life was draining. you never saw your content as a job, yet it was the only income of money in your life.

the bottom line was, you were grateful for living such a rare and unique lifestyle.

your boyfriend was too.

you weren’t close with a lot of content creators, but you did end up forming a bond with dixie d’amelio and her sister charli.

the three of you got along really well and would film tiktoks whenever you were together. while you already had a following, your view count skyrocketed after being featured on the sisters tiktoks. it was overwhelming, but they helped you through it.

dixie was always there for you whenever you needed a break and someone to lift your spirits, while charli was always there for you when you needed to rant or a shoulder to cry on. the two girls knew you better than most, and when they invited you to join them in a james charles video, you were extremely nervous. even more nervous when they told you that james insisted to have you join.

you wanted to say no, but after them promising you that it would be fun, you decided against it. you had never met james, despite him being close with the sisters, and you were really excited to finally meet him and whoever else would be there.

you were in a groupchat with dixie and charli, the three of you discussing the event. everyone was bringing dates, except james, meaning that there would be eleven people in total if y/n went.

dixie was bringing noah, her boyfriend who you had only talked to through facetime when he called her while you were with her. he seemed nice on the phone and you were sure you’d get along since you were close with dixie. charli told you that she was bringing larray, someone you had never met in real life either. you knew james would be there, obviously, but that was it.

you decided to reach out to james and let him know that you were nervous, but excited to meet him. the two of you chatted through dms and he informed you on who was scheduled to be there. he wanted you to bring a date too. anyone, as long as they were an influencer of some kind, and you immediately thought of your boyfriend. so you texted vinnie, who was down with the idea.

the only people you knew there were dixie, charli, and vinnie. you weren’t good with first impressions and vin knew that.

“i will be there with you the whole time! and it’s gonna be really fun, i know it.” he kisses your temple and rubbed your shoulders. he always had a way with reassuring you.

when you arrived, you were met with a grinning james. he gave you and vinnie hugs before opening the door and letting you in. he wanted the reveal to be a suprise so he lead the two of you to a guest room with suits and accessories laid out on a bed. james was already in gear, a white space suit on his body.

you and vinnie were the last ones to arrive, leaving three colors left to choose from. the rest of the crew mates were waiting in a living room.

“okay, so these are the options left, and we have little accessory thingys to choose from, so i will leave you guys here and you can pick between these and when you are done just meet me at the bottom of the stairs and i’ll introduce you to everyone. okay?” james rambled as you and vinnie looked over at the items left.

“okay, cool. sorry we were late!”

“no, no! don’t be, it’s okay!”

before walking out, he pulled you to the side. “i just wanted to say, dixie told me about you guys and i promise not to say anything about y’all’s relationship, i get it. and don’t worry if something gets caught on film, okay? i can edit it out, just have fun!” you whispered a quick thank you and he gave you another hug before closing the door, leaving you and vinnie to get changed.

“what color do you want?” you asked.

there was brown, black, and pink left.

“i call black!” you reached out and grabbed the suit, holding it up to your body.

“hey, i wanted black!”

“too bad, it’s mine.”

“fuck, i guess i’ll take pink then..”

you ripped off your shirt, leaving you in a bra before zipping up the suit. it was hot as fuck outside and you knew you’d melt if you wore something heavy underneath. you and vinnie made slight eye contact every few seconds, while jumping into your costumes.

“pink looks good on you, babe.” you giggle.

he smiles and picks up a headband with horns on it.

“ooo!” you zipped up the jacket before running over to look at the options. a gasp left your lips once you saw the fuzzy cat ears and you swiftly placed them on your head.

“lovey, look it!” you turn to vinnie with a smile on your face as you point to you cat ears.

“aww.” vinnie coos, wrapping his arms around your back.

“in all serious babe, we need to make sure we keep this under wraps.” you state.

“keep what?”

“us.”

“oh..” his mouth lowers into a slight frown as he plays with your hair. “yeah, i know.”

“we don’t want to start any drama and i don’t want either of us to get hate, so just… i don’t know- keep your distance today.”

“oh.. okay. i see how it is.” he crosses his arms, a charming expression resting on his face.

“no- not like a big distance! just ya know… try and look platonic.” he simply nods at your words before you both walk down the stairs to meet james.

“ahh!! you look so good, oh my god!” he gushes before leading you two to meet the rest. as you step through the house, voices louder and louder. you were already overwhelmed by the amount of people you could here. you turned a corner and was met with eight people, all sitting around a couch, chatting. lights were set all around them, illuminating the bright colors they wore.

you gulped and felt vinnies hand interlock with yours. he lightly squeezed before letting go, his way of letting you know that he was there.

i hope no one saw that.

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after meeting everyone, we all settled down and stood around a table, a black backdrop behind us. you tried to keep some space between you and vinnie and decided not to stand next to him, but to stand next to james and dixie instead. charli stood behind you while vinnie stood behind james. you turned your head to the right and was met with vinnie who was already looking at the back of your head. he was still close by, but far enough to go unnoticed. he smiled at you and you smiled back, before quickly turning around as james started his introduction.

you were too nervous to comprehend fully what he was saying, but snapped out of it once it was time to introduce yourself.

“quen, purple.”

“nas, cyan.”

“dixie, blue!”

“charli, green.”

“y/n, black!”

“james, white.”

“nai, orange.”

“vinnie, pink!”

“larray, red.”

“chase, lime.”

“noah, yellow.”

we cheered before gathering to the table. you and charli both picked the cat ears and gushed over how you guys matched. you tried to act natural, but you’ve never been in such a foreign setting and the fact that you had to keep your relationship with vinnie a secret, didn’t help. the only people who knew you two were dating was charli, dixie, noah and james. everyone else had no idea.

you stayed with charli, chase on the other side of you as you guys waited to get your cards. vinnie was talking to charli about something, so you decided to be brave and spark a conversation with chase.

“so.. was like your first choice?” he looked over at you, a phone in his hand ready to film.

“huh? oh, no, not really.. i didn’t mind though.” you just nodded.

awkward.

“hey, you and charli match!” he smiled, pointing at your headband with cat ears on it.

“oh, yeah!”

“that’s so cute!” he giggled, looking down at his feet. he shifted forwards in the line.

“yeah.. what do you have?” you reached out to grab whatever was on his head.

“oh, it’s a leaf.” he bent his head down so his hair was on full display, showcasing the headpeice.

“how cute!” vinnie couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. he knew chase was single and that you were his type on paper. he wouldn’t have to worry about him hitting on you, if he knew y’all were dating, but he didn’t.

you nodded, looking down at the table in front of you. you found yourself wanting to continue the conversation with him.

“so, did you- where you in the last one?” he looked into her eyes, “the last james among us video, i mean.” you chuckle awkwardly.

“oh! yeah, no i wasn’t. this is my first time.” you both made eye contact before making your way to the other side of the table and grabbed your cards. you looked up to see vinnie across from you. you gave him a small smile and he looked at you with a straight face. for a quick second, you were sure he was upset with you, but then he sent a sly wink your way, causing you to suppress a chuckle.

charli placed her hand on your shoulder. “you’re gonna be alright, right?”

“yeah! yeah, i think i’ll be okay..” you nodded.

“okay, i’m gonna be here if you need me, just come and find me okay? if you get overwhelmed, let me know and we can talk to james about it.”

“thank you, charli.” you hugged her and she kissed your head.

“now go have fun!” charli made her way outside.

ROUND ONE

you held your camera before walking towards the back of the house where the asteroids were. you opened your card and showed it to the camera.

CREWMATE

“im innocent, y’all!” you exclaimed before looking over your tasks.

1: fix the wires

2: bell grab

3: ball toss

4: puzzle

seems easy enough

“alright, y’all! i don’t know… where the fuck i am.” i walked out of the room and made my way into a hallway. i didn’t notice chase walking behind me until he spoke up.

“where you off to?”

“JESUS! oh my god, you scared the fuck outta me!” you playfully hit his arm before turning around and continuing your way through the house. “i don’t know, honestly. i have to fix the wires though..”

“oh, cool.” he nodded, his camera recording him and the girl walking.

noah started to approach them. “oh hey.”

“oh hey!” chase said.

“hey huddy.”

“hi noah..” you smiled and reached your hand out. noah high fives it before saying a small “hey y/n..” and walking by you and chase. you found the room with the wires and you and chase went your separate ways.

when you entered the room, you were met with a bright pink jumpsuit.

“hey, pretty girl.” he smirked. they were alone, the red light illuminated their faces.

“you are so lucky im holding the camera…”

“what?” he shot her a puzzled look, causing her to stare.

“oh…”

“yeah, ‘oh.’ vinnie, you need to be careful…”

“i know, i know… im sorry. from now on, we barely know eachother.” he placed his hand on his chest and you shot him an uncertain face before nodding and fixing the wires. you both kept your cameras out, making sure to edit this conversation out later.

all of a sudden, a body was reported.

“oh, shit..” vinnie stated. you both looked at eachother in suprise. “someone’s dead!” you walked quickly to the main room. “already??” you asked your camera.

when the couple entered the room, larray walked by and started talking to james who was playing dead on the floor.

“james is dead, you can’t talk to him.” vinnie stated.

“couldnt care less!” larray replied, causing y/n to laugh.

the group started conversing and chase admitted to finding the body.

“okay, you were at the puzzle.. y/n, where were you?”nas asked.

“i was fixing the wires with vinnie.”

stay cool, y/n. stay cool.

“where were you, nas?” you asked.

“i was outside by the vent thing.”

“BY THE VENT THING?!” charli yelled. you immediately started cracking up and grabbed charlis arm to keep yourself steady.

“WHY WERE YOU BY THE VENT?!” you two were cracking up and everyone else started yelling at nas.

“he came up to me, and was trying to kill me!” larray shouted over the noise.

while nas shared his defense, nai cut everyone off.

“should we skip!? should we skip? we have thirty seconds, should we skip or are we voting?” larray stood next to her, nodding his head as everyone decided to skip.

“okay guys…” y/n spoke into the lens, “i have to try not to die, because clearly, there is a murderer on the loose.”

you turned around at the sound of your name being called. charli waddled up behind you in her green suit.

“hey!”

“hi, i’m scared and don’t want to be alone.” she explained looking into her camera, causing you to laugh.

“no, because same! what task do you have?”

charli pulled out her card and you scanned it.

“i have the bell grab too! i think it’s over here.” you pointed as charli followed behind you.

“hi, charli!” noah greeted, walking by you two. you both said hello before finding the bell grab station.

“oo! okay, so i have to jump and try and grab the bell.”

charli went first, starting off in small bounces on the trampoline.

“you’ve got this!”

her hair blew in her face as she laughed breathlessly, reaching her arm out to hit the bell. she kept jumping until you heard a light ring.

“i did it!” she jumped off and wrapped her arms around you, causing you to almost drop your camera. “that was harder, than i thought it’d be!” she was out of breath as she watched you step on the trampoline.

you hit the bell in the first try, charli’s mouth agape. “no way!”

“i can’t believe i did that!” you angled your camera to show the two of you in shock.

charli moved into the house, while you walked to the other side of the backyard to the ball toss.

an emergency meeting was called before you could get there. you and noah entered the meeting last, you both stood to the side of the table. you looked up at your boyfriend who was trying his best to stay cool despite how cute you looked with your hair all messed up from jumping and your cat ears.

“what happened?” vinnie shrugged.

“you called this shit?” quen asked looking at charli.

charli explained that quen reached for her knife while they were alone doing asteroids. the group was now trying to figure out who was lying as the two girls yelled at eachother. dixie walked up to noah, now standing next to you. “do you think charli is lying?”

“i can’t tell..” you said, before slamming your hand on the table. “WAIT! guys, listen.” people continued to talk over you, making vinnie scream ‘shut up’ at the top of his lungs. everyone’s eyes were on vinnie.

“y/n has something to say.”

“thank you! okay, so i almost forgot, me and charli did the bell grab together, and she never tried to kill me, so i don’t think it’s her..”

“right, but you two are close, right? so she wouldn’t kill you.” nas explained.

before you could answer, quen added, “yeah, how do we know you aren’t the imposter? it’s probably you and charli!”

it was time to vote and it was a tie, meaning no one got ejected.

“okay, bitches.” you were out of breath from walking around the house, but you had to make your way to the basketball court. “i still have to do the stinkin ball toss…” your sneakers hitting the ground and the conversations from afar was the only thing you could hear. “so… i see nothing but trees and tiktokers… life is crazy!” you held the camera up and made a fuckboy face before doing the ball toss and making your way back to the house.

“hey guys!” you smiled as larray and nai walked by you, heading towards the station.

“hey, y/n! don’t mind me, just chilling with my bestie!” larray responded.

you looked at your camera with wide eyes before mouthing ‘sus’.

a few minutes later, while you were working on a task, an alarm ran off and it was declared that the round was over and that the imposters won. quen and larray admitted to being the imposters.

“no way!! did you kill nai when i went by you guys?”

“yes, i killed her. i was like ‘oh, fuck, y/n is gonna see us’ so i waited for you to leave!” you all erupted in laughter before being handed your second card.

ROUND TWO

“let’s see….” you opened the note with your fate on it and sighed contently. “thank god, i don’t want to be imposter!”

CREWMATE

1: who’s the imposter challenge

2: ball toss

3: shooting asteroids

charli walked by you as you headed towards the first station. you both said hi before she claimed to be going to security upstairs. you filmed her walking up the stairs before moving the camera back to your face. “not sure if i trust that, but okay.”

you stayed in a fairly large group of people when the alarm went off. charli reported james dead body.

“poor james! he’s died first every time.” you frown at your camera. vinnie walked up behind you and instinctively put his hands on your waist before quickly removing them.

dumbass.

dixie had to leave, so mario replaced her and next to nas. vinnie tried his best to nonchalantly stand beside you.

“i’m skipping..” vinnie mutters, scratching his neck.

“me too.” you nod your head as the majority vote was revealed. most people skipped, meaning no one was ejected.

“hey, boo!” you spotted lil nas dribbling a basketball infront of his tripod.

“hey!” he greeted and gave you a hug. the two of you hit it off before the game started. you both did the ball toss together, his hands on his camera with yours laced in your hair.

“ugh, look at us!”

the light hit the two of you in a way that made you look godly. you both had your arms extended and filmed the lighting on your faces.

“love that!”

“yes… oh my god i would do me. i would do us, honestly.” you both laughed when the alarm went off.

“okay, girl, you can back me up here! i swear, i think it’s quen, because she was looking at me weird as fuck dude..”

“oh my god, make sure you say something during the meeting!”

“i will.” you both walked into the room to see everyone yelling. vinnie stood in the corner, his face soft like a lost puppy. she could tell he was confused.

the group voted out quen who turned out to be innocent and continued their tasks. you spent the next round doing asteroids and were alone the whole time when another meeting was called. nai and charli were exposed as imposters.

“okay, i don’t know what the fuck happened.” you felt someone lightly tap your side and turned to see your boyfriend.

“i have no fucking clue, i was banging my head on the bell.” you bursted out laughing and he shushed you while the group commerced.

“i got that on camera!”

what a weirdo. i love him so much.

ROUND THREE

“god, if you love me, please don’t give me imposter that is just too much work..” you placed your hands on your knees and took a deep breath before opening the card.

CREWMATE

you smirked at the camera and pointed. “i’m a finesser, i swear…”

1: puzzle

2: fixing wires

3: shoveling snowballs

“time to go do the puzzle!” you singsonged before you felt something round knock you in the back. vinnie stood there with a finger to his lips.

“what are you doing? is that a snowball?”

“yeah, i took it from the station, don’t tell james.”

“what do you want?” you giggled. the two of you were alone without any cameras.

“you just look really cute with your cat ears and i wanted a kiss..”

“oh, my god no!”

“what?”

“you are gonna try and kill me!” you shouted. “no i won’t!” you knew you would regret this if he killed you, but a kiss is a kiss.

“vin, i swear to god, if you kill me-“

“i won’t.” he pressed his lips to yours and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, your fingers pulling lightly on his locks. you broke away from the steamy kiss and picked your camera back up.

“pleasure doing business with ya..” you shook his hand, when an alarm went off.

james and nas found mario’s body and the group interrogated the two. charli handed you a bag of m&ms. “you doing okay?” you smiled and nodded.

what a sweetheart.

they skipped and continued completing their tasks. you popped an m&m into your mouth and began to talk to your camera. “i honestly am so proud of myself for not dying! like, damn… i did that.”

after completing the puzzle, noah’s body was discovered by nai. “okay, it’s definitely y/n and vinnie!” james yelled, everyone’s eyes were on the couple.

“what?! no, why me?”

“no, okay, it’s definitely james. there’s no way- james has died first every round and now that he’s imposter, he’s not dead and goes upstairs with noah, leaves and noah’s dead? that’s not a coincidence, and it’s not nai because i doubt she got it twice in a row, come on.” james started to call vinnie a liar.

“what- why- why, do you think its y/n?” vinnie asked.

“sister y/n was following me at the start of the round!”

james what the fuck.

“UMM I DID NOT!”

the group ended up with 4 votes for james, 1 vote for quen, 1 vote for vinnie, and 1 vote for nas.

“it’s definitely vinnie, his girlfriend is just backing him up, i swear.” nas mutters.

did he just call me his girlfriend?

fuck… they are onto us

future james, please don’t use that footage.

“i’m fixing my wires! fixing my wires!” you sang, the tripod standing before you. “fixing these motherfucking wires- okay i’m done.” you walked downstairs and heard a meeting called.

nai was found dead and chase and vinnie were accusing nas and larray.

“i know it’s not me!”

“okay, it’s y/n!”

“what? i just said it’s not me nas, what the fuck!”

the group tied between chase and nas.

“guys this is so fucking stupid! stop tying..” you groaned and heard vinnie shout ‘i agree’ before making your way to the christmas tree to shovel the snowballs.

vinnie walked up behind you and started shoveling with you.

“are you going to kill me?”

“what? no, y/n.. i don’t even have this task.” he giggled, his face turning a crimson shade.

“why are you here than?” smiling up at him but keeping your distance, you felt your knees start to weaken at his smile.

“i just wanted to make sure you aren’t dead.”

as if on cue, an alarm was rung and everyone voted for larray, making nas and james win.

“imposters win!” james squealed.

nas walked up to you and gave you a hug. “bestie, what happened?!”

“sorry, i had to keep them off of me, i was starting to look sus!” everyone started making small talk and you decided to ask him what was on your mind.

“so, who told you about me and vinnie? was it james?”

“what? no, i could just tell. i get that it might be difficult, but you guys are really cute together- honestly.”

he walked away before you could answer and you could feel a smile work it’s way onto your face.

everyone got together to film the outro, y/n standing next to vinnie. while james was talking, she took a deep breath and grabbed the sides of vinnies face, pulling him in for a kiss. nai turned and saw, putting her hand over her mouth in shock. no one else noticed since they were in the back row. when she pulled away he smiled at her, before they regained their composure.

after the cameras turned off, y/n walked up to james who was eating m&ms.

“hey, you are gonna see something in the background of your outro..” james nodded.

“leave it in.”

@radioblah-blah

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagines #tiktok #tiktokers #tiktok imagines #youtube #youtuber imagines

[aashi-heartfilia]

Divided by sides, United by souls...a true tragedy

While, it may not look like it, the arc of Ochako and Toga is an integral part of BnHA and makes for some of the most interesting meta if we look closely.

Ever since this dynamic was first introduced in the forest training arc, it felt sort of odd to me as if we're missing something. Now that the manga is almost ending, I feel like we have connected enough dots to see the connection between them.

The thing is, Ochako and Toga are not so different than Ochako thinks. They both have quirky personalities, having people they love and care about, people who they admire and want to be like them.

If we do a background check, Toga actually comes from a wealthy family (unlike Ochako) but she got shunned down by the society and even by her own parents because of her quirk. Now it's actually pretty interesting to note that their is a thing called "quirk counseling" in the world of MHA.

It's obvious that quirks effects your personality and ofc there are people who feel better after getting this therapy but some people like Toga start to feel even more different than the rest. It was even pointed out in the ch 226 by Curious...

"Nobody will accept you"

These were the words thrown at her at such a young age. Her wanting to become other people shows her desire to be accepted...by her parents, by her friends, by the society. She also wanted to be just like everyone else. She also wanted to be a NORMAL girl!

That's why she suppressed for so long until shs couldn't anymore. She snapped and it's interesting to note the panels showcasing her first murder where people looking at her with horror.

She was a girl, lively and cheerful, very well behaved that people found it hard to believe that she committed such a heinous crime.

The problem here is the lack of understanding.

Instead of trying to find measures for Toga to use her quirk in a more productive way, she was asked to suppress it (as if it was that easy). She was asked to be "normal" but Toga already had a twisted sense of normal because of her meta-ability. But look at what her parents say:

We're sorry. Their is no way we could ever make up for what she has done. We really tried but she was a lost cause. That child, she's a demon.

-Toga's mother

But the question is, was she a lost cause? Or they just didn't try hard enough? Look at her. She was just a 5 years old at that time and maybe a high schooler during her first attempted murder.

We don't know what made her snap and run away but we do know that she saw a popular boy in her school all beaten up and awakened her desire for blood again.

But that's not the real tragedy.

In the world of MHA, where mutants like Shoji and the giant fox lady (yeah, cause I don't remember her name) are discriminated and not even allowed on the shelters, it is obvious for her parents to want her to be normal. Though, we can clearly see that they were not the best parents as they even stopped marking her height after the age of 2-3, most likely after her quirk manifested.

One more example of this is Toga's quote here:

I smile when I'm happy. Just like you all kids the people you love, I suck the blood of those I love. I'm not unfortunate at all. Just like Ochako chan whom Izuku trusts so much. Must be so nice...

I want to be like the people I love..

In all my days being chased by the police and heroes alike I became sensitive to how the people around me behave. And acting like a high school girl, the world seems a little nicer. Just not get caught. Not get caught and I want to be even more like the people I love.

I will fall in "love" more and more.

The blood of love- chapter 226

So, Toga is basically the dark side of quirk system and hero society. The knight in shining armors that are supposed to save everyone.

Was she not a person in their dictionary?

And even after losing a person she loves in the war she still had a little faith... In heroes, in the society that will never accept her. And man, I tell you this scene right here is such a strong parallel between Ochako and Toga right now!

By her POV she's the victim here and I'm not saying that her murdering people is good thing but that's what Toga thinks because of her quirk, because of her twisted sense of love. She is in denial. Remember, she said

"I'm not unfortunate at all"

Before the second war begins Toga goes to her old home...to remind herself of the damage that people did to her...to remind herself of the people calling her demon...she is putting a wall infront of herself...as a reminder that the heroes will not save her.

Similarly...

We have Ochako gazing out at the crumbling city falling apart into pieces to remind herself that this is all bad...that she's on the right side.... that she's doing the right thing... Her ideals as a hero are in question...but she can't help but think of Toga in that moment.

And this is where Ochako's arc has been leading to!

Just like everyone else in MHA, Ochako loves heroes. She has admired them since her childhood and she subconsciously wanted to be like them but she never even considered her own self indentity. Now it's the time for Ochako's background check:

She grew up seeing the exhausted faces of her parents and she wanted to do something for them, so she decides to become a hero for money. While the goal was just as noble as the rest of her class, when she compared it to the likes of Iida and Deku it just felt shallow, so never even told anyone and asked them to do the same.

She comes from a working class family where her parents had to work 24/7 just to put the food on the table and Ochako despite being young understood this.

People think that they can hide this kind of stuff from children in their household but no! Children notice everything...and it has a big effect on their mental health.

Her friends however accepted it and praised her for that saying it's completely normal to do something for your parents and we see first hand how far she was willing to go at the sports festival just for her parents.

Unlike her other friends she doesn't have any ambitions. She just exists as a side character in her own story. She just wants to support her parents and lessen their burden.

And she has always been doing this.

Now which of these doesn't seem like normal accept when you dive a little deeper into it. The bonus material stated that she sleeps to save oxygen and doesn't eat to save money. This is unhealthy.

Not as unhealthy as drinking blood but it is still a form of suppression.

In the Pro hero arc where she decides to give up her feelings for Deku. What she doesn't know is that they only grow stronger just like Toga told her in their 2nd battle but Ochako wasn't in the mood to listen or understand that.

Ochako never had her own ambitions and she never even allows herself to feel anything that would be a hindrence to her work. She puts others before herself and be the lively person she is. During the Kamino incident she called out everyone else going on the rescue, thinking about how Bakugo would feel about this matter.

Selflessness

Always thinking too much about others to the point not even considering herself. Yeah, being selfless is good but not to the point where you lose your own self of identity and we see here a strong parallel that binds her to Deku and Bakugo.

Just like Deku, she is a product of society that worships heroes. Opposite to Bakugo who at first was so selfish that he wanted to be a hero just for himself.

What is selflessness? Maybe a little selfishness on someone else's part?

And this is where the difference comes in...

TogaChako are like two faces of a coin. They're always facing the opposite ends but they belong to the same coin. In a given situation, Toga will always act selfishly and save herself first while Ochako will act selflessly and not even think about herself.

It is an interesting parallel during JTA and MVA:

Ochako jumps to save Izuku without thinking a second thought, when Black whip manifested and started going all haywire. She admitted this herself.

While Toga on the other hand killed curious in MVA just for the sake of her own life when even Shigaraki spared Re - Destro. For her, her own life is her priority and as soon as even a minor unconvince comes in, she'll just bug out.

Breaking her worldview

Even after admiring heroes so much, Ochako begins to question her ideologies as early as the Joint training arc. Even before Deku, she starts seeing the world grey. Maybe heroism isn't what it first appeared to be.

Deku is someone close to Ochako and she saw him breaking his bones and getting hurt numerous times because of his quirk. She was the first to notice that even this power, this position is hurting him and mind you, unlike Bakugo she didn't even know the secret of OFA.

She realised that as good as that heroism and selflessness might be, it made her friend hurt himself and at that time nobody was their to help.

And it happened again

Deku leaving UA and Sir Nighteye dying because of her has to be the greatest turning points in her life.

By the time, the war was properly over.... Ochako's worldview was also shattered.

She admired Deku for his bravery and drive but here she called him out for suffering in silence all along.

Another strong parallel from Deku and Ochako is that they both suffer in silence.

For Ochako she continuously pushes any unnecessary feelings away that keeps her from doing her hero work and it is not just her love for Deku but even with her desire to empathize with Toga.

Which is why this time, she wouldn't let go. This time she will stand up for a hero in pain. And this is why the chapter "A young woman's declaration" is a masterpiece!

She would not let a hero suffer in silence anymore.

It's about a little girl that just saw the society falling apart and her loved ones in pain. She saw her other fellow heroes in pain. She saw citizens screaming in agony, she saw villains destroying everything and it's then she realises that the heroes are just normal human beings. She always puts her hero work and heroism on pedestal thinking of right and wrong but the world in MHA doesn't goes that way.

She's naive.

Despite being so mature, Ochako is naive because she has never seen Toga's side of story she feels hard to empathize with her. But what do you even expect from a high schooler? She's merely a 15-16 years old girl and All she sees infornt of her are broken skyscrapers and crying children. Wounded and tired people, probably the absolute scenario that Ochako wants to shelter herself from. She wants to see everyone smile again...

She wants everything to be great again but doesn't her everyone includes Toga too? And that's why she hesitates during the speech.

How is she supposed to save Toga or should she even save Toga? Their battle during the gigantomachia rampage wasn't just over her keyring (that cute All Might one that she got by Deku on Christmas).

No! It was a symbolism of her hero ideals. Deku is a hero that she loves and she would do anything to protect it, both heroes and heroism. When Toga starts to tell her side of story, it's very twisted for Ochako to understand and then Toga outright tells her that she used Ocha's quirk to kill someone which horrified her.

This leads her to yell at Toga that if she is going to live her life as she pleases and threaten people, she also has to live with the consequences.

Which is true and even Toga knows it but!

What did it cost?

It costed her to Toga leaving with apparently all her faith being gone in the heroes. She got her answer from Uravity. She saw that Ochako has put her feelings aside for the hero work and despite how much Toga tries they can never be friends. Their will always be this division between them.

And that's why their next face off is gonna be the biggest one.

This is where their arcs are going to collide again. We're at a point where both Toga and Ochako are seeing things a little grey. They have already began to understand the gray world and they're both trying to put a wall infront of them with Toga going to her old home to remind herself of the injustice and Ochako looking at the fallen city as the way to remind herself that she's on the right side.

Current Power ups:

Toga is all ready for the sad girl Parade by using Twice's blood and Hawks is gonna be her target. For Ochako however, we haven't seen her new move yet. Her last upgrade was during the war arc when she used "ZERO SATELLITES". Bakugo already has two new moves up his sleeve and same with Todoroki and the rest who came up with their own new moves but we haven't seen Ochako's yet. Either it is done purposely and it's super powerful (because we know she has also been training with the Pussycats to increase her quirk limits and their is no reason for her to not have a new move) or either Horikoshi just thought, Oh well she got enough character development already.

Or maybe their will be a big awakening moment later, who knows?

They are two lively girls, having people whom they love and admire, a family which accepts them, they have both lost something precious to them (Twice dies because of Heroes and Deku leaves UA because of Villains) and now they're here...divided by their sides and

Ready to tackle everything because backing down is not an option!

OMG! I have been writing this for like 3 hours now. Thanks for reading if you made this far! Hope you understand these characters a little better now. Ochako nd Toga are my personal favourites!

#mha manga #mha ochako #mha toga #ochako #himiko toga #ochako urakara #bnha uraraka #uraraka ochako #mha uraraka #togachako #mha meta #mha deku #mha bakugou #bnha 343 #bnha 344 #bnha 345 #bnha 323 #bnha 324 #bnha 226 #bnha himiko #my hero academia himiko #toga himiko #ochako uraraka #bnha ochako #urakara ochako #bnha deku #bnha izuocha #bnha uravity #uravity

[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

All rights reserved to Limitlessgojo.

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[violettelueur]

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS YOUR TYPE

| featuring : fushiguro megumi ft. kugisaki nobara + todo aoi + zenin mai from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, she/her pronouns and spoilers from anime (if you haven’t watched ep 8)

| form : imagine

| word count : 2179

| published : 03 january

| synopsis : taking a short break from their training for the kyoto sister-school goodwill event, fushiguro and kugisaki are sent for fetch some drinks for everyone. however, it seemed like they were suddenly ambushed by a few students from kyoto tech leading for a question to be asked to fushiguro ‘what kind of woman is your type?’

| barista’s notes : well well well i think of a lot of fushiguro imagines don’t i? ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but yeah this imagine idea has been in my mind for quite some time but i didn’t know when i could right it since it was during school when i first thought of it but here it is! right now, i am watching akudama drive and i am really enjoying it right now! other than that, i hope that you all enjoy this ‘on the house’ cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon!

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Perplexed, Fushiguro as well as Kugisaki, shifted their heads to the side trying to convey their confusion to the two students that were right in front of them.

From the beginning, since this absurd question was asked, the two first-year sorcerers were buying drinks for themselves and the second years as an errand due to them taking a short break from training since all of them were preparing for the annual Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event that was coming up in a few weeks.

However, unexpectedly it seemed like two of the Jujutsu Tech students from the Kyoto side decided to come to pay an uninformed visit to the Tokyo side to see what they were up against for this year since the usual third-years - who would have participated - were suspended for the time being as well as the main competition: Okkotsu Yuta being aboard right now for educational reasons.

“Depending on your answer, I’ll beat you half to death right here and drag Okkotsu, or at least the third-years, out to the exchange event,” the large Kyoto student threatened to Fushiguro as he then suddenly violently ripped his purple shirt, showcasing his large muscular body before positioning himself in his usual fighting stance as he then suddenly announced, “by the way, my type is a tall woman with a big ass!”.

“Why do I have to talk about my taste in women with a guy I just met?” Fushiguro annoyingly asked as he began to express an irritated expression on his face with the situation that was in hand.

“He’s right. That’s a tall hurdle for an antisocial guy,” Kugisaki unintentionally comedically commented as she pointed at her stoic classmate, leading Fushiguro to express a more vexed expression as he then stated, “you be quiet. This is confusing enough already. You’ll just make it more complicated,”.

“Kyoto, third-year, Todo Aoi,” the male sorcerer introduced himself. “Introduction over,” Todo then announced as he then continued by saying, “now we’re friends. Hurry up and answer, if you prefer men, that’s fine too,”.

“A person’s fetishes reflect everything about them,” Todo explained as he described the reasons why he was asking his question in the first place. “People with boring taste in women are boring people themselves,” Todo passionately expressed as if he was presenting a school project that he was extremely proud of as he then exclaimed, “I hate boring men.”

“The exchange event is where my soul can be free as blood boils and flesh clashes, who knows what I might do if my last exchange event ends up boring me?” Todo rhetorically questions himself as he stays in his fighting posture as if he was ready to pounce at any second with a confident smile on his face.

“Hey, aren’t the Jujutsu Tech schools four-year schools?” Kugisaki asked in a questionable tone since she was perplexed at the fact why Todo mentioned that it was his last exchange event when he was a third-year student.

“Only third-years and under can join the exchange event,” Fushiguro quickly answered Kugisaki’s question as she then let out an understandable ‘Hmm’ to inform her classmate that she acknowledged what he had just told her.

“As a show of kindness, I’ll let you off only half-dead right now,” Todo once again threatened before repeating the question that started this whole situation, “answer me, Fushiguro. What kind of woman is your type?”

“Is this some kind of comedy routine?” the shikigami user angrily asked, as he increasingly got annoyed at what was happening and was confused on why he was picked.

However, it seemed as if Kugisaki was more observant of the other student besides Todo as she started the other sorcerer’s uniform - who she quickly learned was named Zenin Mai and that she was also Zenin Maki’s twin sister. “Is that your summer uniform?” Kugisaki asked in a light tone, as she admired the outfit before continuing with “ticks me off, but it’s nice”.

Looking to the side, Fushiguro looked at his classmate as he began to analyse the situation that was currently going on. From what he could gather, Kugisaki was unarmed and didn’t have her usual hammer with her like she normally did meaning he was wanting to avoid any confrontation that could happen at this moment in time.

‘Not forgiving people isn’t a bad thing. That’s just part of your kindness, isn’t it?’

Well, that’s what his sister said to him one time.

However, before Fushiguro could finally give his answer to the third-year sorcerer, Kugisaki suddenly lifted her hand and pointed with her index finger to the Kyoto students causing expression of confusion to appear on Todo and Zenin’s faces as they didn’t know the reason for this action of hers.

“Fushiguro’s type of woman is behind you,” Kugisaki suddenly commented.

Unfortunately, before the Kyoto Jujutsu Tech students could even turn around to see what Kugisaki was pointing at, Todo suddenly felt something extremely quick and strong being swung across his face as he fell from the unexpected impact leading to Zenin to look at the scene in extreme shock before sighting a black trainer being placed on his cheek leading to her dark coloured eyes to look up to see who the assaulter was.

“Sorry, you were taking too long to move even though I tried to inform you that I was behind. But you continued chatting rubbish about woman type and fighting and whatever came after,” you commented as you looked down upon the fallen student.

In front of her was a female who was wearing a simple outfit which consisted of a pair of black trainers with the paring on the same coloured high-waisted track pants and crop-top, which Zenin wasn’t sure if it was long or short-sleeved since the female also had a bright red track top on to make sure she wasn’t completed covered in the midnight colour. 

Quickly, Zenin pulled out her gun she had hidden in her uniform out of instinct only for it to be suddenly snatched from her grasp, leading to her weapon to be intimidatingly being pointed at her - the complete opposite of what was supposed to be played out. “Too slow,” you quietly commented as you then turned to look at the second-year with a nonchalant expression on your face causing Zenin's face to twist into a fuming expression.

“L/N! Don’t worry, I got your water!” Kugisaki suddenly shouted, as her eyes shined at the scene that had unfolded right in front of her. There was no secret that Kugisaki admired you, even though you were in the same year as her. Since the day you arrived at Tokyo, Kugisaki immediately noticed how strong and knowledgeable you were as a sorcerer and was especially surprised at the fact when you told her you were a grade two sorcerer rather than the higher grade she thought you were. On the other hand, Kugisaki knew a person that admired you more than she ever could, causing her eyes to shift to the person next to her, only to find him looking at you with a shocked expression but also with bright sparkles in his eyes.

Turning to look at your two classmates, you gave them a small smile as you gave Zenin her gun back before you walked on top of Todo’s body to make your way towards them. “Don’t shoot me in the back,” you mentioned to the female Kyoto sorcerer, as you raised your hand up to wave her off before you grabbed the bottle of water Kugisaki had extended to you.

“Thanks,” you said with gratitude as you took a quick sip of the hydrating liquid, before turning back around to find Todo steadily putting himself back up on his feet as he wiped away the dust from your shoe off his cheek.

“What a roundhouse kick that was?” Todo groaned as he clicked his neck before looking at you with a smug look on his face. “So this is your type of woman Fushiguro?” Todo asked, causing you to look at the third-year sorcerer with a perplexed face before quickly turning to your friend, only to see him with his head turned to the side away from your gaze, viewing the nature scene that was in the open. Although, that didn’t hide the deep blush that coloured upon his cheeks.

“Even though your type disappoints me based on her physical appearance,” Todo stated, causing you to have an irked expression on your face, which was truly evidenced with the clear creases on your forehead before the grade-one sorcerer saved himself from your wrath by commenting, “but she is my type on the way she fights, it is very interesting,”.

This comment of his caused you to instantly prepare yourself for an attack due to the statement sounding menacing leading to your curse energy to flow down to your arms and hands as you were ready to cast any spell that was needed to defend both you and your classmates.

“Are you perhaps L/N Y/N?” Todo questioned as he pointed at you, leading you to look at the sorcerer with a surprised look before nodding slowly at his question as your answer. “So you’re the new famous sorcerer that nearly took down Sukuna at that mission ha? The one that uses her curse energy for casting spells as well as creating curse weapons, no wonder why you took me down with a kick!” Todo exclaimed in glee as he picked up his jacket from the ground before turning his back on you.

“Looks like I won’t be bored the whole time,” Todo fondly mentioned as he turned his head back to look at you before starting to make his way to the exit with Zenin right behind, leaving you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki in confusion on what just happened.

“Since when was I your type Megumi?” you quickly asked Fushiguro, once you saw the Kyoto students disappear from your sights leading to the shikigami user to give Kugisaki the side glare since she was the one that revealed his whole secret crush on you.

“Since the day he met you L/N,” Kugisaki teasing answered for him before she started to make her way back to the track field, leaving you and Fushiguro by yourselves in an awkward situation for the dark-haired boy.

Kugisaki wasn’t wrong. Fushiguro really did like you the second you arrived at Tokyo when you had finally enrolled to Toyko Metropolitan Curse Technical College and quickly admire you as a sorcerer when you were to pass Gojo’s field test extremely quickly, surprising the other first-years since you were the last one to arrive. His admiration and love for you only continued to grow when you were fighting with Sukuna back at Eishu Juvenile Detention Center and somehow managed to go toe to toe with the King of Curses like you and him were on the same level.

“Don’t blush now Megumi,” you cutely commented as you poked his pale pink cheek leading him to give you an offended look before relaxing his express once he saw your smile. “So I’m your type ha?” you asked again in a playful tone causing Fushiguro’s blush to deepen before he began to rub the back of his neck in nervousness.

“Come on, come on,” you pressed on as you desperately tried to get an answer from Fushiguro while a glimmer of hope shone through your eyes hoping what you heard from both Kugisaki and Todo was true.

“Yeah...you are my type,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned as he shyly looked at you in the eye leading you to clearly see his handsome face. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight, even though he was gazing at you like he was confident, you acknowledged it was the opposite and really appreciated how he was coming out of his shell to tell you how he really felt about you. 

Wanting to calm the dark-haired sorcerer, you flicked your finger in the middle of his forehead leading to Fushiguro looking at you in surprise at the sudden action, before you softly mentioned, “you’re my type too Megumi. Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.” 

Gently taking his hand in yours, you began dragging him the same way Kugisaki left you both since you both needed to make it back to the track field. “Also, thank you for buying me the bottle of water,” you suddenly mentioned, which once again, led Fushiguro to look towards you in surprise since it was Kugisaki that told you that she had got it for you.

“I know Kugisaki is a bit too stingy to buy me anything except when it comes to our girl shopping trips, so I already knew it was you that bought me the bottle,” you explained, as you turned to look at him showing the water bottle in your other hand, causing the shikigami user to uncharacteristically smiles at you back.

Yeah, his type of woman was you.

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[antebunny]

Parent Trap AU

...with a side of on-the-run hacker!wwx AU, and celebrity!lwj AU. Full series here.

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In the end, all the chaos starts because Lan Jingyi gets offended.

“What do you mean you haven’t heard of my uncle?” Lan Jingyi demands. 

He glares down at Wei Sizhui from the top bunk. Lan Jingyi and the other two boys in Wei Sizhui’s cabin got into a fight over who would get the top bunks, and after several heated rounds of rock-paper-scissors, they went to Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen.

“Stop shouting!” Jin Rulan yells from the other side of the room. He yanks his headphones off and directs his own glare at Lan Jingyi, who scowls back.

“He said he hasn’t heard of Hanguang-jun!” Lan Jingyi yells right back.

Jin Rulan frowns. “The singer? So?”

“I’m sorry,” Wei Sizhui interrupts, before they can get into a fight. “My dad and I travel a lot, so I’ve never stuck around in one place long enough…”

Lan Jingyi frowns, this time with suspicion. “What does your dad do?”

“Uh.”

He’s a genius-level hacker wanted for a felony he didn’t commit and he’s been on the run from at least two organizations for the past nine years.

“…He’s a computer engineer.”

“Really?” Ouyang Zizhen perks up from his top bunk. Wei Sizhui knows vaguely that he likes graphic design. “That’s so cool.”

Wei Sizhui smiles weakly. “Yeah. Um.” He tries not to panic thinking about what to say if anyone asks him any more questions about his dad’s job.

Lan Jingyi flounders for only a second. “Still,” he insists. “You guys have heard of him, right?” When Jin Rulan and Ouyang Zizhen both nod, he points his iPhone victoriously at Wei Sizhui. “See?! He’s famous!”

Wei Sizhui shrugs helplessly. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t heard of Hanguang-jun. He suspects that it’s because he moves around so much, he’s never really had the chance to make friends, so all the music he knows is the music his dad listens to. Wei Sizhui knows his dad is doing his best, but sometimes it’s unbearably lonely.

Which is why he’s at this summer camp in the first place. His dad pulled a lot of strings (read: committed a lot of forgery) so that he could make friends. And now it seems he’s already made a mistake in not knowing Lan Jingyi’s (“Well, he’s not really my uncle, but we’re related…somehow”) uncle. 

“But you’ve at least heard his songs,” Lan Jingyi insists. “Like, uh.” He clears his throat, then shoots a look at Jin Rulan, cheeks flushing. “Our Vow? Water Under The Bridge? I Promise? Someone Like You? At First Sight?” He shakes his head in disappointment when Wei Sizhui just continues staring at him blankly. 

“Wait, I’m pulling it up on Spotify,” Ouyang Zizhen chimes in. He rolls over onto his stomach and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

“I can’t believe this,” Lan Jingyi says, still shaking his head. “You’ve at least heard the chorus of Under Moonlight. There’s no way you haven’t.” He clears his throat again, and then clearly chickens out again.

“Go ahead, sing it,” Jin Rulan says, smirking.

Lan Jingyi glares at him, then a thought brightens his face. “Maybe you’ll recognize him!” He whips out his phone and starts typing furiously.

Wei Sizhui opens his mouth to protest, seeing no reason why he would recognize the singer’s face but not their voice, but he’s too late. Lan Jingyi is already clambering down the ladder, and proudly presenting the Google Image results for “Hanguang-jun.” Then Wei Sizhui’s mouth, despite not being closed, really falls open.

“I know him,” he blurts.

“So you do recognize him,” Lan Jingyi says, pleased.

“No, I…” Wei Sizhui stutters. 

Now it’s his turn to fumble for his phone. He opens Photos and taps on Albums, then opens Favorites. At the top, timestapped April 5, 2010, is one of the only photos Wei Sizhui has of his dad. His dad hates being caught on camera, for obvious reasons. Still, Wei Sizhui doesn’t hesitate to open the photo and show it to Lan Jingyi.

Lan Jingyi cranes his neck to peer over Wei Sizhui’s shoulder, and his mouth falls open too.

The photo is a still image of two people. On the left is Wei Wuxian, Wei Sizhui’s adopted dad. He’s dressed in a sharp black suit, a red flower tucked into the right breast pocket. He’s throwing up peace signs for the camera. His arms are draped around the other person from behind, and his smile is blinding. 

The other person is clearly Lan Jingyi’s uncle, Hanguang-jun. The man has the same striking face, the same light brown eyes. He’s dressed in an all-white suit, save for the light blue flower tucked similarly into a pocket. He has the same ribbon wrapped around his wrist. The main difference between the Google Images that Lan Jingyi pulled up and the photo that Wei Sizhui has is that in Sizhui’s, Hanguang-jun is smiling softly.

It’s a wedding photo.

“No way,” Lan Jingyi breathes. “I recognize that guy! My uncle carries around a picture of him in his wallet!”

“Wait, really?” Jin Rulan perks up at this bit of drama, taking his headphones off completely. 

Ouyang Zizhen also perks up, abandoning his quest to find Hanguang-jun’s music. He slides down his ladder, colliding with Jin Rulan’s attempts to get out of his bed. After minimal cursing, both boys make their way to Wei Sizhui’s bed, where Lan Jingyi is still gaping at the photo.

“Wait, that really is Hanguang-jun,” Ouyang Zizhen says. “I guess your dad met him, Sizhui?”

“Oh my god,” Jin Rulan says at the same time. “That’s my uncle.”

This time Jin Rulan is the one to pull out his phone. He scrolls through his videos until he gets to the very beginning, narrating as he goes. “It’s the only video I have of my uncle,” he explains. “My uncle–I mean, my mom’s other brother–doesn’t like to talk about him, because he went to jail like a decade ago–”

At this, Wei Sizhui winces, suddenly remembering why he’s not supposed to talk about his dad with other people. 

“–But my mom does, and she sent this to me,” Jin Rulan finishes.

Finally, he finds the right video, and opens it.

The video was filmed on a 2010’s iPhone, so the video quality is poor. Still, the audio is clear enough when the camera is turned around to view the filmer. The man taking the video has a half-fond, half-exasperated scowl on his face. He’s wearing a violently purple sweater, under which the collar of a black shirt peeks out.

“He’s going to break his legs before I have a chance to break them for him,” the man says, rolling his eyes. “Look.” 

The camera is flipped around, showcasing a staircase and Wei Wuxian, leaning over the railing. Wei Wuxian looks back and grins at the camera. 

“It’s going to work, just you wait,” Wei Wuxian says. 

“I’m going to watch you break your legs,” the man says again.

“Aw, Jiang Cheng, have a little faith,” Wei Wuxian retorts. He leans over the railing again. “Wait, shh! He’s coming!”

Jiang Cheng dutifully falls silent, as Wei Wuxian leans further and further over the railing. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian shouts, and then he jumps over the railing.

Jiang Cheng starts running to the stairs, and any and all sounds are drowned out by the background wind noise of the man running. When he stops, he points the camera over the stairs. 

There’s a scattering of books across the hardwood floor, and a man in white, whose face is obscured by Wei Wuxian, held in his arms. Wei Wuxian wraps his arms around the man's neck and twists to look up at the camera. 

“I told you he’d catch me!” Wei Wuxian shouts victoriously.

“You made him drop all his books!” Jiang Cheng shouts back, from behind the camera. 

The camera is flipped back to Jiang Cheng, who’s still rolling his eyes. “Somehow this is my dumbest brother-in-law,” he says. 

“Jiang Cheng, don’t be jealous!” Wei Wuxian shouts from the other floor. “We’ll find you someone one day!”

Jiang Cheng’s face colors purple, and the video ends.

The four boys are silent for a moment.

“So that was Hanguang-jun?” Ouyang Zizhen says, after their moment of silence is over.

“I guess so,” Jin Rulan says. 

“You’re telling me my uncle and your dad were married?” Lan Jingyi demands.

“And he went to jail?” Ouyang Zizhen adds. “Sizhui, what happened there?”

Jin Rulan wrinkles his nose. “Why does your uncle still carry around a photo of him if they split up?”

“Why did they split up?” Lan Jingyi asks. “Was it the jail thing?”

“Seriously, what did he go to jail for?” Ouyang Zizhen asks.

In eerie unison, all three boys put down their phones and look at Wei Sizhui expectantly.

Two weeks into summer camp, and Wei Sizhui has already made his first three friends, and blown his dad’s cover. He’ll be wanted by the FBI after this, for identity forgery, if they aren’t already–Wei Sizhui isn’t entirely clear, and his dad doesn’t clarify.

Wei Sizhui smiles nervously.

“Who did you say your dad was again?” Lan Jingyi asks.

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