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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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Bedtime boys…

Just because their hunting jake Sully doesn’t mean kids don’t have to go to bed

(Mansk & Ja brothers au)

Summary: much to Spider & Ja’s horror…..it’s bedtime, and Spider learns just what happens when Ja is deprived of a good nights sleep for too long

(Little mad, maybe)

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It was late, ridiculously late, and considering how they hadn’t been getting more than a few hours sleep over the past few days, it was a miracle any of them could stand up.

“It’s bedtime kiddo” Spider hadn’t heard those words in years. People had just left him to his own devices for almost as long as he could remember!

So, to be told ‘it’s bedtime’ ,especially from his not so dead father turned kidnapper, was shocking to say the least.

Spider slowly turned to Quaritch from where he sat on the floor, his face drenched in shock and disgust as he locked eyes with the Recom.

“What?” Spider was sure he hadn’t heard that right, there was no way this Na’vi killing, Pandora hating, terrible, awful, down right dreadful excuse of a father, had just told spider……..that it’s bedtime.

“It’s late kid, time for you to hit the sack” Quaritch quirked and eyebrow, but other than that his face gave no reaction as he crossed his arms.

“You’re joking right?” this was ridiculous, there was no way in hell this man was trying to make Spider go to bed.

“I’m as serious as a bullet to the head. You need to go to bed” Quaritch’s lips broke out into a smirk, his eyes filling with a sudden fondness as Spider groaned and rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious!” Spider practically shrieked as he let his body flop onto the ground, his limbs going as limp as a rag doll.

Suddenly a cackle erupted through the night air. All eyes snapped to Ja, who was almost doubled over laughing, his arm was wrapped tightly around his stomach as he used his free hand to wipe away the tears that had begun gathering in his eyes.

“You-you heard the C-Colonel kid! Bedtime!” Ja struggled to force the words passed his lips before he erupted into more maniacal laughter. Ja’s body began to shake with the force of his echoing laughter until he finally collapsed to the floor and practically began rolling in the dirt.

Mansk and the other Recoms all watched on with fond smirks as Ja’s bellowing laughs continued.

“Shut up ass!” Spider snapped, though he would never admit it, he knew the tiredness in his bones left the venom in his words well… lacking.

Ja just continued laughing, only getting louder when he watched Spider fail to stifle a yawn.

“I don’t know what your laughing about, it’s your bedtime too” Lyle grinned as he leaned back against a tree.

Spider smiled evilly as Ja stopped dead in his tracks. He would have laughed himself silly, if he wasn’t suffering from the whiplash of how quickly Ja could go from laughing his guts out to staring Lyle down, like a hungry Ikran that just found wounded pray.

It was like a switch had been flicked. A switch Spider never would have thought existed within someone like Ja.

“Says you egghead” Ja’s normally light a jovial voice was dark and menacing, his appearance bordered on manic as he smiled at Lyle whilst his eyes glazed over.

“Shit, it’s happening, Mansk do something… the little psycho is coming out” Spider heard Fike whisper to Mansk, whilst the words themselves had been lighthearted, Spider could see the way Fike’s eyes would flicker between Ja, who was still staring Lyle down, and Mansk, who simply nodded sagely.

“Ja. Bedtime” Mansk words were clear a crisp, as he stepped towards his little brother.

Suddenly it was like the normal Ja was back.

Ja’s demeanour instantly snapped from ferocious hunter out for blood….to whiny child.

“What! Now away! You can’t make me go to bed! I’m nineteen!” Ja whined as he tuned to face Mansk.

“Not in that body your not! You’re a still a fresh little eighteen year old baby” Z-Dog laughed unhelpfully from her place by the fire.

There went that switch again.

Ja’s face spread into a smile that showed far too many teeth, that were now far sharper and pointier than ever before, to be anything but worrying as he turned to Z-Dog.

“I’m old enough to be given a gun on an alien planet, old enough to have already died” Ja’s voice was ice cold as his words stuck deep, it was a critical hit against all the Recoms and Ja knew it.

Not a single one of them didn’t hold some form of guilt over Ja’s death, guilt that would occasionally rear its ugly head. That was clear enough when all sounds of humour and smiles vanished from everyone’s faces.

Ja’s eyes seemed to take a dark kind of pleasure in that, it made Spider feel sick to his stomach, this was nothing like the Ja he had come to know at all, gone was the happy chatterbox, the goofball sicker lover was nowhere in sight, no this, this was a monster out for blood.

“I was old enough for you to leav-“ Ja began as he turned to Mansk, but his words were quickly cut off when his brother dropped to his knees in front of him.

Mansk pulled Ja’s body tight against his own, digging his hand into the fabric of Ja’s shirt, his other hand pressing Ja’s head against his shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s bedtime now” Mansk’s words were soft as his fingers began to brush along Ja’s buzz hair.

For a moment it was quiet, a small part of Spider feared that Ja would lash out at his brother, that some kind of fight would breakout and someone would be hurt, but that didn’t happen…..

Instead, Spider watched as Ja’s shaking arms wrapped tightly aground Mansk back. The forest around them grew silent, as if it wanted to give the brothers a moment, when the sound of quiet sniffles suddenly filled the air.

Spider watching in confusion and fear as Mansk began to rock a softly crying Ja in his arms, he had no idea what was happening. Spiders eyes turned to Quaritch, his mouth opens as he was about to ask what the absolute fuck was going on, when he saw the look in the man’s eyes.

Quaritch’s eyes held something within them that Spider couldn’t name, an emotion he had never seen on the man. Quaritch briefly looked to Spider and shook his head. This was not the time.

Spider nodded and said nothing, simply watching on in silence as Mansk rocked his brother to sleep, as Ja’s pitiful sounds faded off into quiet even breaths.

Everyone was quiet as Fike and Lyle helped Mansk balance as he picked a sleeping Ja up into his arms, his deadweight briefly sending Mansk off kilter. Mansk nodded to his friends in thanks before he walked towards where he and Ja had lain their packs down for the night.

Spider watched as everyone began to get themselves ready for sleep, no longer in the mood to stay awake and chat around the fire. Spider watched as Z-Dog angrily kicked out the fire before she was pulled away to be comforted by Lopez. Wainfleet and Fike walked to the further edge of the camp, voices quiet as their eyes would occasionally flicker towards where Mansk and Ja were.

“It’s bedtime kid” This time Spider only nodded at Quaritch’s whispered words, he allowed the man to lead him towards where they would be sleeping without any protest.

After an hour Spider found himself leaning against Quaritch’s side, his tired eyes half lidded as he stared at where Mansk still sat, legs crossed beneath him, one hand holding Ja’s, the other hand gently stroking his hair.

“What..what happened?” Spider asked softly, though a small part of him didn’t really want to know.

Quaritch didn’t answer immediately, his eyes briefly scanning over Mansk still form before he turned to Spider, his eyes looked so tired in that moment before he looked away again.

“Ja’s a tough kid, he’s..He’s been through a lot, but all tough kids gotta crack sometimes….”his voice trailed off slightly.

“with Ja, that only happens when he’s this exhausted. I’ve only seen it a few times… he’ll get like that, mean and angry…he’ll throw everything at you to set you off, to get to you react…fell for it a few times and I’m not proud of that…” Spider watched as Quaritch shook his head, as if the man was trying to shake away the memory.

“he becomes a whole different person when he’s like that. Jumpy and on edge. It’s like he forgets everything and just becomes someone else. Someone who won’t see reason….I’ve only ever seen him calm down when Mansk holds him….”Quaritch hesitated for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Spider his next words, as if he wasn’t sure it was his place.

“That kids seen a lot of death in his life…hell he experienced it…from what I’ve seen of him over the years, he’d rather just push his problems down, that’s never the best thing to do anyway….but with Ja?.. he can just keep pushing and pushing…and he won’t stop until his mind isn’t strong enough to keep it all down anymore….then this kind of thing happens” Quaritch’s eyes glazed over as he turned to look at the brothers.

“tonight was an easier one… I’ve seen him fight and claw to get out of his brothers grip.Mansk never lets him. Mansk always wins in the end and Ja just ends up crying himself to sleep…..he won’t properly remember any of this in the morning” Quaritch’s voice was pained as he spoke, as if someone was pushing against an old wound. If Spider hadn’t been so tired, he would’ve been more caught off guard.

The two were quiet once again as they watched Mansk finally lay down next too his brother.

“But wh-“ a yawn cut Spider off.

“Shushh kid, talk more in the morning” Quaritch pulled Spiders tired body closer to him.

“It’s bedtime now” Spider fell asleep quickly after that, nuzzled into Quaritch’s side as a protective arm wrapped around him.

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This turned out nothing like I’d planned…i was just gonna have some teasing or something…but this came out instead

I must be more tired than I though 😅

I might try writing this again with the fluffy version if anyone is interested or if I just feel like it idk

I’ll do some fluffy stuff again soon so don’t worry about that!

Well I hope you enjoyed this anyway.

#RecomBrotherMine #avatar 2 #recom ja #recom mansk #spider socorro #recom quaritch #z dog #mansk and ja are brothers bc why not #avatar twow #recom lyle wainfleet

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mallowdarling · 5 months

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I miss my boys so I will rant about them cuz they're so fangtastic. . .

Lucifer is just a sad man, he wants kisses and hugs but don't know how to ask and that's okay I give it to him and also a pet on his head cuz I know it's hurting like hell. Can I tuck him in bed? I hope so, I hope he doesn't escape :((

Mammon is my everything, my beginning and my end, he's so girly pop and also so :3 yknow? He just hides it cuz he's silly but he's very >w< to me. I hope he gets paid today like 100000000000 grims and I hope somebody validates him

Levi is pathetic and cute and soggy wet cat and that's self explanatory. I think somebody should shrink him so I could carry him in my pockets or ontop of my head. Like ratatouille! But snake version!!! I think he should do the sssssss thing tbh. Like imagine imagine.. he's nervous and then he keeps accidentally prolonging his S sounds waaaaah (^o^)/

Satan is so funny haha he's all angry and he kills people I think but he's so funky talking about cats like that's the only thing keeping him from going completely delulu on his blonde head and it's also very distinctive the way he will put a whoopee cushion on the chair for you to sit and laugh his ass off. He's the number one Tom & Jerry fan me thinks

Asmo is the girliest of the girly pop but like in a maniacal way. He's actually insane and very murderous, he is a psycho but the "pretty litte" kind of way, yknow the song. He's so pretty and smart and beautiful and divine. He's very monster high, you see it don't you? But still he just needs a kiss and true love just like a princess, oh honey <3

Beel is live laugh and love. I am not great at cooking but I could make him a ramen you get what I mean cuz he deserves it. But also more than hungry he's so very sweet, he's a family guy! He's so cute that I would let him hug me even after his fangol matches when he's all sweaty and dirty, idc. He makes fly noises when his wings are out too, I know that cuz I was there when it happened, and I think that's great, super kudos for him for that. I hope he also makes the hand rubs flies do

Belphie is a BRAT! Gotta love him. He's also a psycho and an actual killer but like he said he was sorry :( I still hold that against him but I will throw that in his face and humiliate him while I hand him cookies and a glass of milk. I hope he falls face first on the floor but then stay there and have a comfortable nap. His voice is so cute the cutest I want to strangle him with my bare hands. I hate him, I want him to be happy!!! I want him so so happy just so I can ruin his happiness and leave him miserable and then restore his spirit by shaking him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then slap his face as hard as I can. I hope he falls off a plane with a parachute in hands of course but like I want him to feel the fear

#am i just losing it at this point #i think so #i haven't played for so long and then I opened the app like yesterday and read some chats and it hit me like a truck all over again #im still obsessed with these fuckers thats not fair #it's been 3 years and they wont let me go help me :[#anyways #obey me #obmswd #obey me silly #i am very sillt dont you think #obm lucifer #obm mammon #obm leviathan #obm satan #obm asmodeus #obm beelzebub #obm belphegor

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iamsherlocked1479 · 9 months

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Chapter Fifteen

“Are the jumpers really necessary?” You sulk as your aunt readjusts you position for the 5th time

“Of course they are, it's a Christmas card matching jumpers are essential dear.” She grabs your cheek and pulls it playfully before setting the timer on the camera, again. “Big smiles.” She said through gritted teeth. You sigh and plaster a fake smile to your face trying not to blink as the camera's flash burns a hole through your retinas.

“And who are these for again?” You rub your eyes, trying to get the light from your eyes

“Your great half aunt and her family.” She smiled as she checked the camera again. “Perfect.” She let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve never even met these people. Why does it matter?” You say itching your collar

“Because I won’t be around forever, and it’s always important to have a family. And you have met them.” She smiled

“When?” You asked and her brows raised “oh, the funeral.” You vaguely remember your parent’s funeral, you were fairly young and all you could remember was trying to block out people explaining a car crash to you for the fifteen millionth time that day. It wasn’t exactly up there for the best Christmas, yet again any Christmas after that never really felt the same. You went quiet for a moment and your aunt gave you a half hug.

“I know you don’t always enjoy this time of year but it's different now, new faces, new memories to be made.” You hugged her back and left her to her work. You could hear voices complaining from your sitting room.

“A devilish time of year brother, far more children on the streets .” Ugh, it's Mycroft, he wasn’t exactly on your guest list for the perfect Christmas.

“I agree brother, but it's not all that bad.” Sherlock's voice replied

“Don’t start with all that.” Mycroft huffs

“Jealous?” Sherlock is quick to reply.

“How could he be? Women aren’t exactly his thing.” You enter with a half smile towards Mycroft, he huffed and twirled his umbrella around.

“Is patronising me also part of this arrangement?” He chewed the inside of his cheek hoping his knowledge of whatever was going on between you and Sherlock would bring some form of annoyance to you.

“Don’t try to intimidate her brother.” Sherlock interrupted

“It's fine he’s a smart boy, if anyone was going to figure it out it would be him.” You patted his cheek playfully and he huffed

“Yet I can’t figure out why you’re still wearing that.” He replied, you looked confused at first but then realised when you looked down at the hideous ball of wool wrapped around your body. “And with that I shall take my leave, goodbye brother. And think about it” He said, closing the door behind him, not even waiting for sherlocks reply. You huffed and pulled the jumper over your head revealing a tight tank top.

“Shame, I was hoping there’d be nothing under that.” Sherlock querked.

“Well it's not christmas just yet.” You smiled and pulled a box from under the table and brushed it off. “This Christmas will be different, I hope so anyway i'm due some good luck at some point this year.” You pulled out various coloured tinsel and lights from the box and began looking for places to put them around the apartment.

“If it were me, I’d consider not dying after being kidnaped by a psycho maniac a win but that's just my daily routine.” He moved to the sofa and slumped onto it, staring at the ceiling.

“He was never going to kill me sherlock.” You sigh decorating the windows with tinsel.

“What do you mean?” He lifted his head in your direction.

“What I mean is he was using me to mess with you, plus I think he liked me.” You laugh

“I doubt it, a man like that doesn’t have the capacity.” He laid back down as you walked over, gold tinsel in hand.

“Please, everyone has something they want, plus i never thought you had the capacity.” You cleared your throat “excuse me i need to stand on here to put this up.” you nudge his waist with your knee and he doesn’t budge. You sigh and pull yourself onto the couch, with your legs parted and Sherlock lying between them as you hang the tinsel up.

“I’m not a fan of this new position.” sherlock huffed

“Then you should have moved.” you smiled looking down at him

“Though it has its pleasant views, but” he pulled your leg down so you straddled his waist. “This i much more prefer.” He smiled and began raking kisses down your neck, you hummed as he lifted your arms and pulled your shirt over your head discarding it somewhere in the room, his lips grazed over the top of your nipples and you moaned rocking into his half hard crotch. He looked down and helped you undo his belt

“Wait, wait. Hang on. Aunt Martha are you there?” You shut down, there was no answer “she must have gone out.” You pulled off your shorts and felt his tip pressing against your soaked core.

“That's all it takes to get you soaked huh?” He spoke into your ear as you positioned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly. You began to rock and he assisted by begging to slowly thrust into you. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck love the way you tighten around me.” He groaned and you bounced in front of him. His hands snaked up your body and and pulled your bra down to watch your tits bounce pawing at them with his dexterous fingers.

“Fuck sherlock, feels so good.” Your voice breaks as his cock reaches your g-spot hitting it again and again. Your orgasm began building slowly, burning its way through your nervous system. His hands began to focus on your swollen neglected clits as he twirled his fingers around it.

“Fuck- i’m going to cum shit, want you to cum too.” He sat up pulling you in closer to him, sliding you up and down his thick cock. He pulsed into you scraping along your walls allowing your body to release under him. Your body seized and trembled as he pounded into you, his knuckles whitened as he gripped your waist spilling his white ropes spewed into you.

“I’m supposed to be putting up decorations.” You sigh laughing as he flopped back down, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

“I prefer this.” He gasped

“Y/n? You home?” Louise shouted from downstairs.

“Uh, yup, wait there just a minute.” You shouted down, stumbling off Sherlock, you fell to the ground sending a large bang down the halls.

“Everything okay up there?” Louise laughed

“Yep!” You shout down, you look at Sherlock who had tucked himself away, still laying on the couch. “Underwear?”

“Uhh, I don’t know?” He replied, you rolled your eyes and ran up to your room, quickly changing into some more suitable clothes. You didn’t forget you were meant to be going Christmas shopping, you simply just lost track of time. You hurried down the stairs, and grabbed your coat and brushed yourself off.

“So is Sherlock up there?” She asks suspiciously

“Erm, No?” You lie

“So you were just talking to yourself?” She inquired, tilting her head

“Well-“

“I know you slept with him, it's not a big secret.” She laughed as you followed her out the door

“Try not to say it out loud.” You snap back

“Why not? You’re a terrible liar” she said getting into the car.

“I know, I just can’t be bothered to deal with the look we’ll get when they realise Sherlock is in a relationship.” You sigh.

“Fair point, where too first?” She asked.

You spent most of the day gossiping and buying your friends gifts. Most people were easy to buy for and with John and Mary having a baby soon it was pretty obvious what to get them, it's not like alcohol was on the table. You eventually found yourself in a small cafe stopping off to get a hit drink to relieve yourself from the December air.

“Who's that for?” You point to the leather jacket in one of Louise's bags.

“Oh you know, for a guy.” She says quietly “well, my boyfriend i should say, it's been official for a couple weeks now.”

“Oooohh” you say playfully “And why haven’t i heard about this mysterious man?” You stir your coffee.

“Well, he’s a bit, well shy really and im not one to boast about relationships.” She exclaimed

“Sure you’re not.” One of your brows raised “is he shy or not much of a lucker. Do i know him?” You question her and she blushes.

“No he’s not ugly, and you probably do know him and ouch I don’t show off relationships.” She says with a slightly raised voice.

“Okay, okay” you hold up your hands “im sorry, so what do you mean, i probably know him?”

“Well you know, he travels alot.” She shrugs

“Mhm” your eyes narrow “anything else you can give me?”

“Uh no not really” she laughs again nervously “But anyways, what are you going to get Sherlock for Christmas?”

“Am i supposed to get him something?” You ask talking through your drink

“Well you’re dating right?” She tilts her head

“No why would-

“”I heard you both this morning.” She says bluntly

“Right, well I don’t know, we erm i don't think he likes Christmas.” You arrange the sugar packets in front of you. Where would you even start with getting him a gift? He’d probably guess what it was anyway.

“Well does he need anything? Soap? Manners.”

“Oh come on” you roll your eyes “uhh well, he needs a scarf. The last one ended up covered in blood.” You say casually as she looks at you with an obvious reaction

“You know what I'm not even going to ask.” She looked away and her phone began to buzz. You look at the screen as she picks it up and see the letter T with a heart next to it.

Who could that be? You wonder, you try your best not to listen in but you hear something about having left something or a dog needing to be taken care of.

“Who’s that?” You asks as she puts down the phone

“Just the guy.” She smiles packing up her things.

“The guy?” You say one brow raised “why so secretive?”

“Well its a new thing you know.”

“Riiight. You’re not supposed to be with him are you?” You guess

“What? No I um, I have to go.” She rushes out of the cafe leaving you shouting questions behind her

“Is he married?!” You laugh. She was right though , you couldn’t not get Sherlock a present, maybe nobody would think it was strange if you got him a scarf. You wonder the streets heading back towards the apartment and come across a small taylors with suits, hats and scarfs in the window. The bell rings as you enter the store and a kind woman appears from behind the counter.

“Good afternoon, can I help you?” She smiles

“I was wondering if could buy a scarf, particularly that blue one in the window?.” You point to a blue scarf similar to the design of his old one.

“Of course thats just a display one but i can have one made for you?” She asks

“Sure.” You smile handing her the money labelled on the price tag

“Would you like and messages embroidered into the end? They’re not very obvious so it could be anything.” She says with the same warm smile she greeted you.

You thought for a moment, it would make it a but more intimate and if he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Sure why not.”

You left the store clutching your prize close to you all the way home, by the time you were outside the door a familiar car was parked outside with the same woman who always gave you dirty looks. Like Sherlock's brother, she obviously didn’t think kindly of you and if she was outside then Mycroft was here again. You good mood was interrupted by the sounds of arguing, you sighed ignoring the comotion and hid all the gifts in your room.

“Y/n come down.” Mycroft's irritating voice echoed from downstairs “this instant” he demanded. You huffed and came down to find sherlock frantically pacing

“What's up with him?” You ask as sherlock mutters something and crashes onto his arm chair

“You let him get high again didn’t you.” Mycroft points his umbrella at you

“What?! No I didn’t im clean what the hell is wrong with you?”

“No, I won’t stand for whatever this is between you, you’re bad news.” He snipes walking towards you, trying his best to intimidate you.

“Stop it isn’t her fault.” Sherlock stood up standing in between you and Mycroft.

“I beg to differ brother, she has.” He pauses and makes eye contact with you “irrational tendencies, just look how her mother turned out.” Your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward being blocked by sherlock. Mycroft grinned at the sight of your anger. “Now Sherlock answers my question.”

“Ermm what was I going to say? Ah yes bye bye.” Sherlock moved to the door and opened it gesturing for his brother to leave. Mycroft moved in front of him, trying to intimidate his younger brother

“Unwise brother-mine.” Sherlock grabbed Mycroft by the wrist and pushed him to the door frame causing him to yelp in pain.

“Brother-mine” he said into his ear “Don’t appal me when i'm high.” Sherlock hissed and tightened his grip on his older brother. You smiled as you stepped closer to Mycroft

“I’m going to say to say this as i’ll say as an acquaintance, leave and if you think it was me, i suggest you find evidence first.” You encouraged him, Sherlock let him go and he left the apartment only missing some of his ego.

“Well now that thats over.” Sherlock sighed and went to sit in his chair.

“Oh no its not.” You grabbed the back of his collar and spun him round gripping the gap in his shirt. “Im not sure how i feel about this.” He says

“Where is it come on” you demand

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He lies

“The heroin Sherlock, where is it?” You to e darkens and his brow raises.

“Fine, over there.” He looks over to the skull on the fire place. You walk over and take a vile out from the skull. “You know how difficult it is to drill into a human skull without it shattering?” He watches as you move into the kitchen. You take the vile and place it in the sink, you cover it with a tea towel and smash it. You lift the tower up and rinse away the liquid.

“There now your brother can’t accuse me.” You turn to Sherlock who now looks defeated.

“I do apologise for my dear old brother’s behaviour.” He moved to you spinning you around to face him. His lips pressed against yours desperately, almost apologetically. “Can i show you how sorry i am?” He said kissing down your neck.

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed as he dropped to his knees, that was a sight. Sherlock holmes, on his knees for you. He pulled down your trousers and underwear in one swift moment he kissed your clit and slid his tongue through your folds. A moan escaped your throat and your hand made its way through his thick curl’s pushing his face closer into you. He hummed in delight at your taste he spread your legs further apart and began using his tounge to fuck you while his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck, thats good” you say leaning on the counter top.

“Don't get used to me being on my knees sweetheart. It’ll be your turn soon.” He looked licking his lips before returning for another taste. He lifter one of your legs over his shoulder allowing him to penetrate you even deeper with his tongue. Your clit swelled with over stimulation, it sent a signal that burned its way through your nervous system causing your legs to buck and you to cry out his name mixed with various curse words. Sherlock got up, straightening out his creased shirt and fixing his ruffled hair, for a moment you forgot how much taller than you he was. He wiped a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead and lifted your face with one finger pushing up your chin. “Let's have some fun.” He held out his hand and you took it gladly. He lead you out the kitchen towards his room. You had never been in his room before, it surprised you as being fairly normal, the blue walls matched his bedding the only real evidence this was sherlock's rooms was the poster of the periodic table and skeleton that was more than likely real human bone.

He flopped onto his bed pulling you on top of him, you could feel his hardness pressing against your core begging to be released, you began to grind yourself against him as you helped unbutton his shirt. He removed your top and bottoms with ease as you undid his belt. You waisted no time sliding down onto him groaning with pleasure as he filled you up.

“You’re beginning to take me so well sweetheart.” He said swiftly rutting his hips upwards, it sent a sharp sensation of pleasure into you, you rocked yourself on him bouncing up and down as the sound of your thighs slapping him added to the smell of sex that flooded the room. His hands were gripped firmly on your ass as he bounced you up and down, he kneaded the fat gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. His pelvis pushed into your clit lighting the fuse leading you to your orgasm.

He bucked his hips hard enough for him to gather the strength to be able to flip you over. You laid face down on the mattress as he parted your legs and lifted your hips. He took a moment to slide his hands through your slick, gathering some of your arousal and jerking himself with it.

“Wanna see that cunt dripping with my cum.” He said rutting into you, he slipped back where he belonged. It felt so good, the feeling of him pushing his weight down onto you, holding you in place, helping you to reach your climax. And oh you were so close, he knew this and one of his hands slipped under your stomach and began to play with your clit, that did it, the mattress did its best trying to muffle your moans

“Fu- sherlock, i- shit so goddamn good.” You cried

“Thats it good girl, fuck squeezing around me. So perfect wanna fill you up.” His thrust became more frantic as he chased his own orgasm, he kept muttering something to himself you couldn’t understand. He groaned as you felt the heat of his thick white ropes shooting into you, he pushed them In further with one final thrust he pulled out to admire his work.

You were a mess, face down panting with his seed dripping from you. He took his hand through your folds one more time smiling as you winced at the over stimulation of him pushing his cum back into you.

“I like this image, I'll have to delete something to remember it.”

“Well it won’t be the solar system for sure, might wanna make room for that.” You laughed to yourself as you turned back onto your back.

“Don’t get smart now honey, or i’ll have you tied to that bed next time.” He moves to one of his drawers and pulls out a pair of boxers and a shirt. It was the purple one you loved so much, the one that squeezed his arms just right. “Here.” He tosses it to you and disappears to the bathroom. Your nose was filled with his scent, you were covered in it, his shirt, his pillows and his sheets. And you lied there with his cum still dripping from you. He returned wearing the boxers and a warm washcloth, he used it to wipe your entrance smiling at the way you still moaned even with this touch. You put on his shirt leaving the top two buttons undone and laid next to him.

He wasn’t one for showing physical affection, so you settled with the fact he laid his arm around your shoulder and trailed his finger along your neckline.

“Sherlock?” You asked

“Mm?” He said with his eyes closed

“What was Mycroft doing here earlier this morning?” You asked, his hand paused and his eyes opened

“My brother dearest was offering me a case, i'm still unsure about taking it.” He says looking down at you.

“Why?” You ask, if it was worth his time, he’d do it.

“Don’t worry about it.” He turned his head facing the ceiling and just stared

“Okay then, but it will be good for you to do a case, i say take it.” You plant a kiss on his cheek but he doesn’t react. You gently lay your head down and fall asleep. Sherlock looks down at you and sighs. A small smile dawns his face for a second, but then it fades

“I don’t think you’re going to like this case.” He says to himself “you’re going to hate me.”

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OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY HSAVEN'T BEEN POSTING, my life has been so busy and this has been sittng in my drafts for two weeks at least honestly but yeah the chapter is gonna be rough and definately out soon so leave a like if you enjoyed and a reblog is always apreciated (but totally your descson). another thing is if anybody would like me to do a request I'd be more than happy too <3

#bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes x female!reader #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n

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mark-of-chrysus · 1 year

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I remembered the Mommy Sammy loop and I was wondering - what if it was combined with the Little Daniel getting adopted by Big Deal loop? For example, what if Danny is adopted and the whole Johan incident happens soon after, but Sammy decided that she'll take her in under her wing. Female Johan and Samuel would be so cool.

Meanwhile, Danny is growing up and he realizes that Samuel and Johan are girls but Big Deal still hasn't realized it. Cue Daniel casually tring to tell Sinu and Yeonhui and the rest of Big Deal about it and them not believing him because what girl would be as much a psycho as those two (they think this with affection).

It would also be kinda fluffy since Samuel would probably stay with big deal and maybe try to legally become a business mogul (kind of like going to school and still making one mcn, just not with workers).

Idk I just thought it was a cool idea. Sorry for all the rambling.

"All of them are dumbasses," Daniel grumbled, kicking pebbles.

"Mhm." Sammy didn't even bother pretending otherwise, as she completed another test and began checking her answers.

Daniel had just returned from his usual daily attempt at opening Sinu and Jake's eyes regarding Sammy and Johane's gender. It had gone as expected, he got laughed at and sent on his way so the adults could 'do their job' (playing video games until 3 am). He had managed to convince Yeonhui a few weeks ago, as the girl was obviously much less dense than the two dunderheads leading the crew.

The time-looper trapped in a 7-year-old's body gave a long-suffering sigh, crouching near the steps on which his big sister figure was sat.

"They even had the gall to laugh in my face and tell me that I was making stuff up to avoid doing my homework. Can you believe that?!"

"The audacity." Samuel drawled making the tiny boy bristle even harder.

"You aren't even listening to me!" He shouted in annoyance, maybe a bit too loud for how late at night it was.

'Yep, definitely too loud' he sweatdropped when the lights in the building behind them turned on. A ruffled, half-asleep brown-haired girl made her way out after a few beats of silence, followed closely by her loyal companion. Eden took one look at them, deciding that whatever human business they were doing didn't affect him, and headed back in after a large yawn. Johane looked tempted to follow his example.

"What are you two doing?" She asked instead, plopping down beside Sammy. "You know you're going to ruin your eyes like that, right?"

Sammy looked up at her. She had a flashlight strapped to her head and was checking her answers in pink glitter pen while the book was precariously balanced on one of her knees. The buff girl pointedly pushed her glasses up her nose.

"You know what I meant." Johane huffed "You're going to damage your eyes even more, then you'll have to wander around like a blind bat before age 30. And what's gotten in you, pup, why'd you shout at 1 in the morning like a damn prairie dog?"

The child shuffled his feet, the tips of his ears reddening.

"I didn't mean for it to be that loud. It's just that the guys-"

"What guys?"

"Sinu and Jake" Sammy supplied

"-are being such idiots that it's starting to really irk me!"

Johane paused, probably still a bit slow from tiredness and trying to gather her thoughts and articulate them in a kid-friendly way.

"Did you just now notice?" Was all she managed to come up with. "I mean, they've been like that since-"

"Forever." Sammy completed her sentence, closing the book and turning off the flashlight before turning to face her two younger siblings figures. "So those fuckers can't take the fact that me and her were born with vaginas and boobs. What are you gonna do about it? It's not as if you can force them to change their minds..."

The maniac smirk that spread on the beastie's face (She thought him that! That was her greatest achievement in raising the little hellspawn and no one could deny it!) made her pause. Sammy knew how devious the brat could be, but as she thought back to what she had said offhandedly just now, the Economical Studies students could already predict his thought process.

"Thanks, Sammy! You just gave me a great idea, I knew those crocodiles with lightsabers would come in handy again!" He ran up to the buff girl and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before running off.

"What have we just unleashed?" Sammy pondered out loud.

"And where is my kith?" Johanne slurred already half-leaning onto her shoulder.

#time loop #lookism manhwa #webtoon lookism #lookism #daniel park #johan seong #female johan #samuel seo #female samuel #big deal

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alexs-shithole-of-stories · 1 year

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Looking for the Yandere Boy! Channel (no not the growl dude.)

I’ve once listened to this one ASMR that gave me and a friend i showed literal CHILLS. I’m telling you it was one of the best things i’ve heard it wasn’t cringe or overly sexual at all it was AMAZING.

The sound effects were really REALLY worked on and the voice acting as well as the realistic reactions expected of the listener that we even try to escape (failed unfortunately).

This guys had a range of many good voices for each character (or perhaps it was others!)

There were two parts i found on YouTube.

The first starts with a faint piano and eerie ear muffling background effects and then the VA comes in laughing maniacally for the intro being a dramatic effect of Yandere Boy! Yes, with the exclamation point looking something like this but with text font and white with black background

Obviously it didn’t look exactly like this however.

Anyways

The video continues and basically we start with the VA saying “Oh hello…” and around the lines of “you’re finally awake” y’know classy yandere lines. After a bit he breaks the cell phone listener has after he answered a call from a guy friend i suppose suspecting our disappearance.

We take place in the basement chained up.

“Hello? Hey? Are you there?”

“Hello.”

“What? Who the fuck are you? Why do you have their phone? Wait. Don’t tell me..”

*Yandere VA laughs*

I should also let you know the music background is mostly piano music and with the touch of eeriness

I’m sure before or after the whole phone call the listener is being force-fed canned fish and maybe before that listener is revealed the psycho killed a loved one perhaps, in a black bag.

(Seriously the sfx for those scenes were GODLY you could even hear the flies and the scraping against the can MMM)

Then after a bit Yandere takes us to the bathroom to bathe, putting us underwater (while still talking to us with amazing underwater effects and after when he takes us out), after a bit he kisses listener calling them cute.

They go back down to the basement he wants to re-chain listener but they resist, later harming the Yandere VAs eye and run out of the basement, closing the door with something heavy (yes with the godly sfx), later we hide in the psychos room perhaps because we’re in a closed up room with no door that the psycho only knows about.

“Where cane you run…? Only I have the key…I SAID COME BACK”

Later he finds us in his room.

“I knew you were a smart girl in school but I didn’t think you were THIS stupid. Hiding in my room?… Are you under.. the bed?! Or maybe under…the DESK?!”

A bit after listener seems to strangle the psycho to death with him struggling considering the sfx. His “last words” in choked words being

“Darling…WE WERE MEANT TO BE— Darling- I-I love y-you-“

After that listener gets off of him, presuming he’s died but later we find out he is in fact alive after grabbing listener.

“Now where do you think you’re going?… Goodnight darling.”

That’s the first part. I’m telling you i am SEARCHING for this VA the Yandere audio was pure FIRE. I found it through an old YouTube downloader app that’s been long since deleted on my old android phone but I’ve never found it elsewhere. Even my roommate talked about the audio when i mentioned it and they loved it as well

I hope anyone else has too and knows what happened to the video(s). Please.

The second part long story short Yandere’s eye hurts from the injury listener gave him he can barely blink with it so they’re punished severely by being held by chains so long they have stretch marks. The police are getting involved at this point and listener is on the news and people question certain deaths that happened and seemingly male students mention Yuka Takaoka (this audio was the reason i found out about her honestly) we also get a small family background of Yandere Boy killing his brother because he liked listener.

One man police officer came to inspect Yandere’s house and saw listener which got Yandere and Officer into a fight. Yandere loses and “dies” being shot in the chest and we’re safely put into the police car, the Officer calls dispatch informing they’ve found listener coding Purple. Then the officer is murdered by Yandere after explaining he had a metal plate under. After getting the officer out her gets into the care saying.

“Oh how I’ve missed you…”

The video ends with him driving away with listener laughing like a maniac fading.

I am BEGGING that someone else heard this audio somewhere and if it still exists somewhere PLEASE LET ME KNOW

🙏🙏🙏

btw the title was

YandereBoy! X Listener ASMR Roleplay [18+]

#yandereasmr #asmr video #asmr rp #yandere boy #pleasedoesanyoneknow #animeasmr #needtofindthis #tagme #lmk

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godsofhumanity · 3 years

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Iapetus 30 day HCs

Hi its tumblr noob anon with *gasp* EARLY 30 DAY HCs on iapetus?? Wow what is this character development anyway im free now so i'll do iapetus's HCs early. You're welcome iapetus

- i think iapetus would have short golden blonde hair, but styled in a short(?) and not so spiky mohawk LOLOL. I'm really influenced by vans' iapetus and general titan HCs (omg legit man vans ur titan hcs are *chef's kiss* legit they give me so much serotonin <3 <3 <3) so i think this would fit iapetus's street smart and prankster personality. I think he would be around average height and his eyes would be either blue or golden

- iapetus and cronus were the terror twins and always gave oceanus a hard time, but i HC that iapetus was the chief troublemaker of the two. Cronus mostly preferred to plan pranks and be less of the centre of attention than iapetus, while iapetus was always his executioner or right hand man, which fits nicely with his epithet "the piercer". Also sometimes rhea would join in too. I also HC that iapetus really likes rap and hip hop (or whatever equivalent they had back in the day) and would have solo rap performances (sometimes with rhea beatboxing) whether his family liked it or not. I really like this rockstar HC i have of iapetus LOL it really fits with his epithet "the piercer" lol u go iapetus u punk rockstar. Anyway another thing "the piercer" reminds me of is prozd's archibald skit where he's like "i think the enemy got THE POINT" while thrusting his spear at the enemy its really funny guys y'all should check it out

- iapetus's defining characteristic is his loyalty. He's like a highly ranked and beloved gang member (lol), utterly devoted to his baby brother cronus and his cause (although he treats cronus like a big brother LOL). He's cronus's right hand man and will always be by his side and stick by him no matter what. Iapetus also was not ambitious at all, and was content to stay at his brother's side, working for and with him. It brought him the most happiness and contentment. I think out of all of the titans, he was the one who truly believed in the concept of a family the most. Although he sometimes didn't get along with some of his family members such as themis and mnemosyne, he truly believed that families should stick together through thick and thin and support each other no matter what. To him, betrayal was the worst crime anyone could commit.

- iapetus's wife is asia/clymene, an oceanid. I think bcos he's so family-oriented, he couldnt see his siblings as anything other than his brothers and sisters so he had to marry someone outside of his family LOL. Anyway I HC that maybe one day iapetus was hanging by some river or lake or something or swimming in the water and clymene was like what are u doing here this is my home get ur dirty ass out of my house (get out of my swamp LOLOLOL) and then iapetus starting rapping and singing and it really charmed clymene LOL and so they got together. Good for clymene tho bcos i think out of all the (male) titans, iapetus would probably be the best father out of the lot

- regarding his kids, iapetus and clymene loved all of them dearly. Iapetus would definitely instill them to be loyal, especially to their friends and family, while also teaching them street smarts and craftiness to get out of tight spots. Clymene, however, would teach them to be their own person and instead of blindly following someone, they should be able to decide things for themselves and choose who or what cause they wanted to follow or devote themselves to or not at all.

- now we get to the depressing part... the titanomachy. Of course iapetus supports cronus with all his heart and strength and might. He's his brother, he's family, and most of all, he's his best friend. Iapetus probably doesn't agree with cronus's methods of devouring his children, especially now that he has his own kids, he can't imagine doing that to his own children, but he can definitely respect, admire and feel immense gratitude to cronus for the sacrifices that he made for them, the titans. Cronus had always been a natural born leader, and iapetus could not help but feel an immense respect, love and adoration for him, bcos although he did horrible things, he did those terrible things for them. This is why iapetus chooses to fight for, with and alongside cronus even until the end, and even though they would eventually lose and get thrown into tartarus, he would always do it again and again for his family and for his brother. (this is like achilles and patrocles but without the homoerotic subtext. Move aside homoerotic achillesXpatrocles, purely philia and storge iapetus+cronus coming through. LOLOL but honestly we need more purely intensely intimate platonic or familial relationships in media)

- although some of iapetus's children (atlas and menoetius) fought for cronus with him, his other children (prometheus and epimetheus) would instead fight for zeus. Iapetus would have felt incredibly hurt and betrayed by prometheus and epimetheus, especially prometheus as they both share the same craftiness and iapetus knows that prometheus would have planned this betrayal for a long time. Iapetus would have been so taken aback and horrified. How could his children, whom he has loved and cherished and taught all he knew, turn his backs on him and their family? How could they be disloyal? I think the disappointment, grief, shock and anger would have torn iapetus apart. He would have probably expelled prometheus and epimetheus violently, and would have very nearly disowned them (thankfully he just stopped short of disowning them though, but in that moment, his entire world came crashing down in a shower of rage, betrayal, pain and despair)

- the truth was that prometheus was actually the best blend of his parents. He inherited iapetus's loyalty, cunning and craftiness, but he also took clymene's teachings to think for himself to heart. In the end, prometheus became a noble trickster who was loyal to his own cause, similar to hermes (which is why he becomes so big of a threat to zeus later when he acts on his own accord and defies zeus by stealing fire) (by the way, i'm not sure if clymene supported cronus or zeus, but i think she would have mostly remained neutral, and mostly just tried to reduce the punishments for her children and husband (although that didnt really work too well, but atlas got to hold up the celestial sphere, so maybe that's better than being thrown into tartarus for all eternity)

- anyway, after reflecting in tartarus for some time, iapetus would eventually forgive prometheus and epimetheus. He would come to realise that although he himself would forever be loyal to cronus no matter what, you cannot force loyalty and he cannot make his children devote themselves to cronus's cause. He understands that just as iapetus feels so much love and loyalty to cronus and always consciously chose to follow him (iapetus never blindly followed cronus, he always made his own decisions and always chose cronus), his children would find their own things that they would love and devote themselves to and be loyal towards. He cannot force his children to be devoted towards the same things that he is. In this way, iapetus comes to forgive his children.

- overall, i think iapetus emerges from the tragedy that is the titanomachy with his personality traits largely unchanged, but more mellowed and with a greater understanding and acceptance of his children.

- (i'm mostly done, but i have this one HC that i think would be cool) I HC that iapetus, being his charming self, would play with cerberus and be kind to him, eventually winning cerberus's trust. This would lead to iapetus eventually winning over hades's favour, leading to iapetus being able to secure monthly(?) visits from his wife and unpunished children (and maybe even the other titans who went free). I think that iapetus made up with prometheus and epimetheus before prometheus got punished by zeus (big L). When iapetus got wind of his son's cruel punishment, he raged and campaigned so hard for his son's freedom to hades that hades told zeus, who eventually gave heracles permission to set him free during his 12 labours.

WOW IM ACTUALLY DONE NOW. i think that iapetus has really become my favourite (male) titan, together with mnemosyne (whom i developed some interesting HCs for last night. Lets hope i will remember them by the time mnemosyne's 30 day HCs roll around). Honestly i really feel that iapetus is really an all-around great guy. If only cronus hadnt wrecked all of that (goddammit cronus u really either die a hero, or u live long enough to see urself become the villain). But ultimately, cronus and iapetus are really blessed to have each other for company in tartarus, especially cronus. U really don't deserve iapetus man

#submission #reading this was so trippy because some of ur ideas are literally exactly the same as me and the way you write ''lololol'' is literally me #so i keep thinking i'm the one who wrote this LOL #i love you anon ur so great and so committed to these ideas <#*<3 #when u wrote about iapetus being loyal to kronos till the end it made me think about my AU #i wrote about kronos actually confessing that he ate his kids to iapetus but instead of being horrified #iapetus is more just amazed at how committed his brother has been to the titans #and he feels like there's nothing he can do except pledge his loyalty to this invincible and unrelenting god of gods #so iapetus actually doesn't get angry with kronos. he thanks him and at that point iapetus knows he'll never leave kronos' side #and then the boys have a maniacal laugh about it like the psychos they are #and rhea's standing outside unbeknownst to them and she hears the whole thing #and she's horrified about iapetus' reaction and she's just like ''yep. i'm going to die here''#anyways.. i love that scene a lot because i love the kronos-iapetus brotp #i think they're such complex characters and it's so interesting to explore their backgrounds and their stories #i have some different thoughts to you about him being in tartarus but i definitely agree with iapetus being loyal 4 eva to kronos.#30 day hc #anon #anonymous

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tohokuu · 2 years

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mad hatter - kim hongjoong

tumblr is based on a system of reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : arson, crime, hongjoong has impulsive behaviour, suggestive

wc : 855 (the longest you shall get for this series)

a/n : don't speed, don't speed and drink, don't speed; drink and commit arson

“i’m nuts. baby, i’m mad. the craziest friend that you’ve ever had. you think i’m psycho. you think i’m gone. tell the psychiatrist something is wrong.”

“hongjoong- listen ! i don’t think this is a good idea- !” you shout as he speeds down the highway in a spur.

the flash of his yellow aventador (fully purchased on credit) going down the freeway like it was a nascar track. you held onto the grip above, belt fastened as tight as it could be. your heartbeat matched the speed hongjoong was going at.

he laughed maniacally. “baby, we aren’t even top speed yet!” he shouted over the roar of the engine.

the makeup on his face was smeared from all the kissing from earlier, his pretty red lipstick going on his cheek just as yours was smeared was on your own. a large loose grin overtook his face, he stared at you crazily, not worried about what car he was going to crash into next. his shirt was unbuttoned a bit, suspenders still fastened over his shoulders, unlike his seatbelt.

you stared at him.

_he was crazy, _you thought. he was truly mad. hongjoong, your boyfriend, was as crazy as anyone could be.

“you think i’m psycho, don’t you, baby ?” he screamed.

you had no response, still just staring at him.

“you think i’m gone ?” his voice was getting lost in your mind; lost in the roar of the engine and the adrenaline.

and suddenly, you realized he was most beautiful. the most honest boy you’d ever met. he never hid his manic behavior from you and that was something you could appreciate. the fury in his eyes as he sped down the open road alarmed you but you didn’t care.

you grabbed the bottle of hard liquor that lay in the console, drinking up until your throat burned. the bottle hit the floor as you emptied it, grabbed hongjoongs collar.

you put a hand on his neck, pulling him closer until your lips met his. emptying the liquor from your mouth into his, you choked him, enjoying the way he slightly lost his breath. you kissed him hard, quite careless of what speed the car might have been going at.

“i fucking love you.” you gasped against his lips, “i love you more.” he whined

heat went straight to your core at his tone.

“we’re almost there, baby. then we can do whatever we want.”

and it wasn’t until a couple more minutes that you reached your destination.

an abandoned ghost town in the middle of nowhere. you’d seen it in one of your research papers and once hongjoong had heard about it, he only had one thing in mind; arson.

hongjoong parked the car in front of an abandoned convenience store, staring up and laughing as he probably envisioned the building being up in flames.

you exited the car with him, pulling your jacket closer around yourself. “joong, are you sure this is a good idea ?” but he ignored you, instead turning to face you and asking for the lighter.

“baby, grab my lighter.” he pointed behind you and you took notice of the mad glow in his eyes while you handed it to him. you watched him pull the cap of the lighter back, lighting the cloth on the molotov.

it was one of his dad's fancy wine bottles, probably stolen from him.

his giggles erupted in the air as the bottle set on fire successfully. “come on, you do it.” he said as he handed the bottle to you.

and you grabbed it with a shaking hand, heat engulfing your palm. it felt like you were holding a bomb, and you were, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins now couldn’t be compared to any other moment you’d lived before.

before you knew it, you tossed the molotov at the building with all the force your arm could muster. soon, a mad boy in suspenders was pulling you into him, laughing maniacally as he stared at the blaze.

“so, so pretty, isn’t it, y/n baby ?!” he asked.

and you agreed, smiling at him and the fire, looking as the flames slowly engulfed the rest of the building. staring in awe at you and hongjoongs creation, you felt liberated. like you were just as mad as your boyfriend.

“i always have so much fun with you.” the man next to you muttered.

you grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and crashing your lips against his. the heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat between your thighs and tongue. the passion in the air engulfed the flames, setting it ablaze even further. or perhaps, that was just your imagination.

hongjoong pushed you on to the low hood of his car, settling in between your thighs. he looked at the glow and adrenaline on your face from the blaze behind you. he used his hands to grip your waist and grind his crotch against yours, sending jolts of pleasure directly to your clit.

“you really want me to fuck you at a crime scene, baby ? and i thought i was the mad hatter.”

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tohokuu. do not steal or plagiarize.

#hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez #hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong #ateez fics #ateez fluff #crybaby x ateez

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alittlelove4u · 2 years

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domestic tokyo revengers characters

„in 12 years, please stay away from me“

including: Ran Haitani • Takeomi Akashi • Ken „Draken“ Ryuuguji • Manjiro „Mikey“ Sano • Baji Keisuke • Kazutora Hanemiya • Hanma Shuji • Kakucho Hitto

warnings: none, just pure fluff

sunday mornings with Ran in your shared bed, talking to each other as quiet as possible so your kids don’t notice you’re already awake and you can have a flew minutes together.“ Do you think we could drop them off at my brothers?“ he’d suggest with a sly grin.“Last time we did that, he thought them how to play poker.“ You giggle.“Then Kaku, they love uncle Kaku.“

Later on he’d always make breakfast for the five of you with the twins on his side, claiming they wanna help him.

Takeomi falling asleep on the couch with your child in his arms after a long day of work for they’re watching the nth Disney movie and only waking up as feels them jump on his stomach. „Dad, wake up! You’re gonna miss the princess ball!“

He has watched this money enough times to know every damn magical animal and song yet sings along with the little brat in his arms, even dancing for he can’t say no to his little angel.

Darken and your daughter taking Halloween way to serious and making it their mission to scare everyone in the family at least one time. I’m talking about fake blood, soundeffects, spiders. Just so they could scare you and your other kids to death.

What he doesn’t know is that you and your oldest child are planning a revenge on them, causing him to scream like a maniac in the middle of the night.“Aha! Don’t fuck with me, old man!“ your oldest would laughs, after scaring them and enjoy the sweet revenge.

Mikey would cook for you whenever you have a bad day, or at least he’d try his best. The whole house would be cleaned, music in the background and even candles. Everything would look so lovely until you actually sit down and try the meal he prepared to find out it takes like chipboard. But at least it makes you smile and so he doesn’t mind it. You’d just order food and spend the evening on the couch.

Your kid is terribly embarrassed by Baji whenever the two of you would attend a game of them. Your husband is their biggest fan and so it’s only logical that he’s also the loudest. He’d yell and clap and root for them in every match, ignoring all the other parents who’re eyeing him like a psycho for its only a football match for middle schoolers. This man has and will start a fight with the referee, so you better not leave his side.“[title], can you tell him to calm down, he’s embarrassing me in front of my friends,“ they’d complain but you’d just shake your head.“No can do, sweetheart.“

Kazutora waking up in the middle of the night because your little boy is screaming again and he doesn’t want you to get up. After some time you’d notice that your husband isn’t back in bed and so you’d look for him, just to find the man in the nursery. The baby is asleep again and a grin grows on your face because they still have his hair on their little hands, not letting him go. He’d smile and bite the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t curse or scream for that little human in his arms is plugging out half his hair.“You want some help?“ you giggle quietly whereupon he quickly nods.

If there is one thing Hanma can’t resist, except for you of course, then it’s your son’s puppy eyes. He loves spoiling him with whatever he wants. New toys? Done. Video games? There is a whole closet filled with them. Phones, clothes, trips. Whatever this little brat wants, Hanma will get it.

„You can’t just buy him a car! He’s 17!“ You’d yell as the two of them would come home in a black mercedes.“But look at his little face, he’s just so cute.“ Hanma would squeeze his cheeks and talk to him like when he was a baby. You’d just roll your eyes and smile. Yeah, you both love spoiling him.

Kakucho becoming completely domestic after you have children. You were getting older but not that old! For the first time on months, you had the house for yourselves and instead of going or doing something exiting you spend your evening on the couch, enjoying the silence.

„You know, now that the kids are at the sleepovers, we can’t be bothered by anyone,“ he said with a sly smile on his face, looking over to you.“Are we thinking the same thing?“

In the span of a second has the man thrown you over his shoulder, to rush into you bedroom.

#tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #ran x y/n #takeomi akashi #bonten takeomi #ken ryuuguji #draken #manjiro sano #manjiro x y/n #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #hanma shuji #hanma x y/n #kakucho hitto #bonten kakucho

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kadi-sann · 2 years

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Ranmaru analysis - why he’s messed up and needs help in both routes

Turned out my first analysis on Ranmaru was eaten by tumblr like many of my posts recently shvhshc so I'm posting it again so that more people can see it.

You know, it's really heartwrenching to see how many fans are abusing each other and arguing over if Ranmaru should be called yandere or not. I think the problem lies in fact that many people don't actually know what yandere term truly means. So please let me explain before you start to argue.

Yandere is someone who appears to be generally friendly at first glance but can get violent when it comes to their love interest. There are many type of yanderes though and it doesn't nececerilly mean that all of them have to be all over the top: covered in blood 24/7, running like a psycho with a knife around while not seeing where they go. They don’t have to kill everyone left and right while laughing maniacally or glaring at you crazily every time you'd look at them without any specific reason. No.

Word “yandere” is not an insult as many seem to think: it’s a term describing unnatural (even if slightly), possesive behavior and great attachment to someone and that behavior can turn violent if we’re not careful.

There are also yanderes who's possesivness and violent behavior is occasional and can be caused by constant, deeper hidden, silent suffering and screaming for help. And that's exactly the case with Ranmaru too. He needs help not hate because in reality he's not a bad person. It's the Death Game that brough the worst out of him to the surface just like from everybody else in this game. So if you’d allow me I will dwell on it further and explain it all in detail below.

As wicked and twisted is what he has done, nothing he did was without a specific reason. I absolutely don't justify his behavior in any way, I just want you to understand where his messed up personality is coming from and to accept it as a part of his personality. Please, don't deny part of him just because it makes you unconfrontable or you simply don't want to see it. If you say things like "Ranmaru is out of character in Logic Route" or treat him as a completly different person in two different routes then you just probably simply don't get his character in detail.

So let’s start with explaining.

In his victim video we saw we learn that he had boring life and he didn’t particulary cared about his future. Which means it's heavily implied that Ranmaru suffers from depression.

Now let’s be clear: depression is complex and is different for everybody. In Ranmaru's case it appears to be constant numbness and having a hard time to find things that would make him truly happy for longer time. As a person being diagnosed with depression myself I can fully confirm that feeling long-term emptiness literally sucks life out of you. It's like not caring about anything that should matter: like going trough life while not knowing - or caring for that matter - where you're going and where you'll end. You're just going trough life like a living zombie.

Keeping that in mind - as many mentioned before me - it’s no wonder Ranmaru focused on something he finally, truly liked and gave him an opportunity to feel something different than constant emptines, boredoom and numbness: will to live, reason to smile - Sara.

As we already know he was ready to give up his own consciousness for her by uploading Joe’s AI into himself which even big freak like Midori found laughable and surprising and he has done even more wild crap in his life than him. That’s because Ranmaru is supposed to be the opposite of Hiyori: somebody who’s not a sociopath like him who does weird stuff on daily basis but normal, kidnapped and scared teenage boy trying to survive.

Ranmaru wanted to upload Joe's AI into himself because he was sure he won't be enough for Sara just the way he is. So here comes another side effect of depression: very-low self esteem and in his case: negative self-talk which we have an unpleasant occasion to see.

Ranmaru wants to feel needed by Sara, be her support and is ready to give up his sanity and personality just for her sake even though they don’t know each other that much. Just look how happy he is when Sara confirms he was useful.

Let start explaining the issue further outside of the Death Game, shall we? Nankidai’s sketches are great for that. While it’s true those sketches aren’t canon in any way they’re giving us the players brilliant insight on characters and their bahaviors outside of the Death Game and should be considered when analyzing the characters. Like for example Midori’s possesivness over Shin, Shin’s fear toward Hiyori, Kurumada’s impulsivness, Sara’s popularity in school or Joe’s friendliness in general. In this case we’ll talk about Ranmaru’s possesivnes over Sara.

In Nankidai’s High School AU, Ranmaru goes crazy just because Shin talked with Sara for like 5 seconds. Keep in mind that it’s an AU where Sara’s whole infamous manipulation speech didn’t even happen. Ranmaru has the same face he’s making in Logic Route when he goes bonkers so we can guess whatever he was going for with Shin might’ve been dangerous for him. All translations from sketches below belong to @yttd_wiki on Twitter.

Sketch 1:

Shin: “Phew… All I want is to quietly live past by my school days…” Ranmaru: “Ah… What a coincidence, senpai. What’re you doing? On the rooftop.”

Sketch 2:

Ranmaru: “Senpai… are you Chidouin’s acquaintance?” Shin: "Chidouin…? Umm… ah, you mean Sara.“

Sketch 3:

Shin: "I wouldn’t say we’re ‘acquaintances…’ ” Ranmaru: “Huh… So, that mean you’re more than that?”

He’s jealous of her. And he gets more and more angry as his delusions leads him to misunderstand the whole situation where Sara just wanted to help Shin after small accident and take him to the hospital to make sure he’s alright.

In the game he’s also jealous of Keiji, many, many times. He even accuses him of being part of Asnuaro just so he can get something on him and prove to himself that he’s a traitor among the group no matter which route we take.

Depending on which route we’re on he answers Keiji differently. In Emotion Route he’s more humble: saying he himself doesn’t matter in any of this and he just wants to help Sara.

While in Logic Route he’s much more agressive: seeing himself as Sara’s savior already even before locking Keiji up or killing somebody.

Keep in mind that Ranmaru does something in Logic Route what he didn’t do in Emotion Route and surprisingly I’m not talking about killing... at least not yet.

As I said seconds ago, in Logic Route, Ranmaru sees himself as Sara’s savior already before he does something tragic, THE ONLY ONE at that and to make sure it will stay that way he does one certain thing.

He takes Joe’s painting off the wall so Sara wouldn't be able to remember Joe again as he knows he was the one to bring her comfort until now. In Ranmaru’s mind he probably thinks that from now on he’s gonna take that role for him. There’s literally no other reason that I can think of why he would be doing this otherwise.

Being depressed is terrible and not finding joy in anything particular for longer time literally horryfing. That’s why it’s no wonder Ranmaru can get so possesive of her: he just doesn’t want this feeling - of wanting and having something to live for - to get away from him and clings to it as desperetly as he can. And Sara is right on one regard: He has given up on one point until she showed up before him.

He’s not a bad person, he’s just someone who needs help and circumstances in the Death Game take his mental problems and the whole - already bad enough - mental condiction on whole new level and that ends up in a tragedy which Sara can or can’t stop before it’s too late depending on the route we take. And that’s exactly where the problem begins.

Because see… She doesn’t have to stop Ranmaru from killing everybody. She CAN because she cares, wants to help everybody as much as she’s able and that’s simply who she is but she ISN’T obligated to stop him. It’s not her task, it’s her CHOICE and WILL. Because it’s not HER who came up with the whole killing everybody idea: it was HIM and HIM alone from the very beginning.

HE was also the one who considered killing everybody seriously. Not to mention while it’s true Sara tried to manipulate him into this even MORE, it’s also true that original idea came from HIM not from HER. Their talk with Maple was the whole seed for the winning idea thingy to born NOT Sara’s influence. In both routes no less.

It was RANMARU who was thinking about it long before the whole talk with Sara and even before she catched up that she has a chance to use him.

When it comes to Sara and whole manipulation thing, YES, she indeed tried, and YES she feels quilty because everybody in her place would probably feel some guilt to some degree BUT she quickly snapped out of it and even told him to FORGET about it completly.

HE is the one who went with that idea anyway and it’s not even Shin’s idea’s fault about activating malicious Joe’s AI in 2-2. While it’s true Sara wasn’t in proper mental condiction to stop Ranmaru because of lost of support in a form of memories about Joe even if she wanted to it’s also true that she isn’t responsible for all the choices others makes all the damn time. Original idea came from RANMARU. And I mean both: coming with the idea and going along with the killing anyway despite her words.

Sara can be the leader of the group and YES she messed up big time by trying to take advantage of him which I’m sure made matter worse for him but she doesn’t have to think for everybody in every circumstances like they have no brains on their own.

It’s HIM who should see the problem with what he is proposing and it’s HIM who should stop on his own no matter what he’s been told about it later. Just like Anzu said if someone influenced him to do bad things it’s fully on him. Death Game circumstances are rough but everyone is responsible for themselves just like in everyday lives and he should hold himself back just like Sara did despite huge want to do the opposite. But he didn’t.

Healthy human can tell what’s right and what’s wrong on their own and Ranmaru should be no different. The case is Ranmaru is not healthy, doesn’t care anymore about morals in Logic Route and needs help. By the time he was out of the Maple’s room with Sara, he stood before three choices if he wanted to get out:

A) Killing everybody along with Sara - his new found reason to live - and escape on his own which he couldn’t do.

B) Losing his sanity and save Sara for sure by killing everybody and escaping with her (Logic Route).

C) Leave everybody alive and let the chance of Sara’s living in the future still be unclear (Emotion Route).

And ultimetly he made a choice on his own in EACH of those routes. HE is the one who is most responsible for all of them: the one where he kills and the one where he doesn’t. Sara may influenced him in some way with her words but the original idea was HIS and last choice in that regard in both routes was also HIS.

It’s not like in Logic Route Sara was threating his life with a knife under his throat untill he’ll do as she says: he had many, MANY chances to give up on killing until the last minute. Even when Sara snapped out of her selfish thoughts and said to him to forget about everything in Logic Route. And he simply didn’t take it. And the worst part? He doesn’t seem to regret it either.

He is so fixed on his idea to save her by the time he mind up his mind that Sara’s words has no meaning to him anymore. It gets to the point where in Ranmaru’s mind Sara is going to be saved by him despite if she likes it or not.

So people who argue that Ranmaru isn’t yandere clearly don’t get his character. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post: yandere is someone who is friendly at first but can get violent when it comes to their love interest. That’s exactly how Ranmaru acts with Sara: you can even see it on the sketches above. He’s ready to KILL / HURT for her and he DID kill for her in Logic Route.

Not only that but he was ready to kill Midori too (in both routes!) when he was teasing Sara and got out of the line with poking at how selfish she was in AI tests which even Hiyori himself is surprised about.

His outburst of that anger lasts till Midori calms him down with collar.

Saying Ranmaru is not a yandere is like saying Keiji wasn’t a policeman in his life ever just because he isn’t one at the moment. It doesn’t have to be visible and be obvious all the time but that doesn’t mean his yandere behavior is not here. As I said before Ranmaru doesn’t have to kill people all the time, being covered in blood 24/7 or looking at you funny every time he appears on the screen. Just because sun doesn’t shine during night, it doesn’t mean it’s gone forever.

His yandere behavior is not something he wants, and it’s not something he takes pride in. It’s caused by constant feeling of numbness and not feeling true happiness over anything in his life for longer time until he meets Sara who has given him hope and will to finally live. In conclusion his occasional agression was caused by constant, silent suffering.

What I truly want to say is that it’s something that should be taken as part of his character and not as something people believe not to exist because they simply don’t like it or are disturbed by it. Also blaming Sara for everything he has done and treating Ranmaru as someone who isn’t able to think on his own is also lack of respect to his character.

In conclusion: Ranmaru is complex character and I love him no matter which route he’s in. Both his sides in both routes are true to his character just like Sara’s selfishness in Logic Route is true to her character too. She wouldn’t have the highest win rate out of everybody if that wasn’t the case.

#your turn to die #ranmaru kageyama #kageyama ranmaru #kimi ga shine #yttd #kgs #kgs ranmaru #kgs ranmaru kageyama #kgs kageyama ranmaru #kimi ga shine ranmaru #kimi ga shine ranmaru kageyama #raven spoilers #sara chidouin #chidouin sara #yttd sara #yttd ranmaru #mine

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bowtied-pasta · 3 years

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Callout post because I love you 😚

If you simp for……

Slenderman

You like the serious business man type, but you also like a little danger.

You like the ‘he’s dangerous, but not to me’ kind of guys.

You probably have a thing for mafia au’s.

Splendorman

You’re probably a clown fucker, low key, but either don’t want to admit it or you’re just here for the clown aesthetic.

You like soft guys that would kill for you.

You like the idea of bells on him, but bells in real life are either too noisy or you don’t want to keep them around because they make you think of him and that makes you embarrassed.

‘Fenderman

Specifically my version? If you simp for him then you likely also simp for any version of Sans.

You like big, strong men that chug respecc women juice and are also kind of himbos.

You like to admire the party life, but you probably don’t actively enjoy it. That or you’re the life of every party you go to.

Trenderman

You yourself cannot put an outfit together to save your life.

You have an attitude and you think its sexy to see such a scalding personality in another man.

You’re probably a bottom or at the very least you’re a yes man.

Tenderman

You like uwu boys that would kill someone for you.

You like cottage core.

You enjoy tea times and finger foods and relaxing on the couch like a cat in sunbeams.

Zalgo

You like being spoiled.

You have a thing for big monster men.

You either want to dominate this man for top rights, or you want to be dominated by him so he can make you feel treasured.

Jeff

You like ‘fixer uppers.’

You have a knife kink.

You probably did those dumb summoning things for the pastas back in 2014.

Jane

Your ‘type’ is big titty goth girl.

You also likely have a knife kink, but you arent as risky about it as the Jeff simps.

You probably have a thing for Lady D.

Tim

You like dads.

You’ve never smoked a day in your life but damn if it doesn’t make this man sexy for some reason.

You have an attraction to flannels and thats a war crime.

Brian

You have daddy issues.

Or you just really like geeky, nerdy men.

You would be a Ben simp, but Ben is too much of a little bitch.

Toby

You like golden retriever boys.

Something about him being able to throw axes is sexy to you. You cant explain it. I cant explain it. Nobody can.

You either like soft uwu boys or you like edgy mean guys. There is no in between.

Ben

You probably enjoy knowing he knows every inch of your life. Ngl, if you simp for Ben you probably like the whole yandere thing.

You’d be a Brian simp, but Brian is too much of a daddy.

You have a thing for blondes.

Nina

Like with Jeff, you probably have a knife kink.

But I mean… you probably like golden retriever girls too.

You are or you admire the scene thing.

The Observer

You like being watched.

Or you just like the short, quiet and mysterious type.

You want a geek squad boyfriend to solve all your computer problems for free while also hacking a bank and getting you both all the money you’ll need and more because why not.

Kagekao

You have or had a thing for spiderman.

You haven’t actually ever drank wine, you just think this drunken parcore maniac is cool.

You like Eyeless Jack, but you want more spice in the form of mean spirited pranks.

Eyeless Jack

You have a predator/prey kink for sure.

A monster fucker for certain.

You probably haven’t actually looked at the human anatomy to try and understand it, but you for some reason trust this man to bandage up your injuries.

Dark Link

You like Link but you also like edgy boys.

You definitely have some kind of attraction to swords.

Men in tights are hot to you.

Laughing Jack

You ARE a clown fucker.

Being the one to let this deranged psycho out of a box made to hold him sounds like fun to you, regardless of the fact that you would probably die.

You listen to the pop goes the weasel song all the time, or you used to.

#kinda lemonaid

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littleredwing89 · 3 years

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AGENT OF CHAOS - PART THREE

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Everything flew by him in a blur as he sped through the streets of Gotham. His foot slammed down harder on the accelerator desperate to get there faster. Every second counted. He knew all too well what The Joker was like. The way his face slipped as you defied him, terrified Jason. He’d seen that look right before receiving a crowbar to the face.

Warnings – Language. Kidnapping. Stalking. Mild Violence. Angst. Hurt.

Word Count: 4,870

A/N: This is the final chapter everyone, sorry for the little delay, I was working on a few of the actions scenes to ensure they were good. I really hope you all like this xoxo

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It had been almost a month. Every lead turned into a dead end. Nothing. Much like the Joker himself, no one knew a thing. The whole thing was tearing Jason apart. He’d barely slept. He’d maybe had 3 hours per night. If that, and he was convinced the only reason he got sleep was because Bruce had slipped him something in his coffee.

The fourth cassette tape came with a dead yellow rose and a rotten apple. He pushed play on the recorder and swallowed thickly as the grainy camera zoomed in on your face. You looked pale. Your cheeks looked hollow and your once colourful eyes looked gaunt. Haunted.

“Well Jason, I’m a man of my word...I’ve been looking after her so good”, Joker laughed hysterically and smoothed his hand down your cheek, smacking it lightly. The slap caused you to jolt in the chair. A sharp gasp flew out of your chapped lips.

Jason felt Bruce’s hand squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. The notion sent a brief wave of calm through Jason. Maybe this was how Bruce felt all those years ago...when he received similar tape of ..of himself. Jason turned back to the screen and focused his eyes. Searching for a clue. Anything. Something to bring you back to him.

“She’s been such a good little princess bird boy...she’s done everything I asked...and more”, Joker whistled happily as he tapped your nose with a wicked smile. Jason felt his heart stop and looked directly into your eyes through the screen. Good he wanted to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

The tape skipped and replayed the same thing back, “...and more”. It skipped again, “...and more”. Jason growled and the tape paused before going completely black.

His fist smashed into the computer keyboard, pieces of black plastic scattering across the desk. Jason released a loud sobbing noise and sank to the cold stone floor of the bat cave. His eyes scrunched shut tightly, imagining you were in front of him. Giving him that silly smile you always did when you first woke up. It was one of his favourite smiles. You had hundreds of different types of smiles. The one you gave him when he hugged you randomly. The one you’d give him when he told you a stupid joke. The one you’d show him when you were both standing down one of the grocery aisles for no reason at all.

“Jason...son - we will find her - I promise you”, Bruce’s deep voice shattered Jason’s illusion of you in his mind.

“It’s been so long...what if-”, Jason ran a hand over his face. The stubble was longer, causing him to itch.

“Don’t”, Bruce warned, “don’t think like that. We will find her”.

~~~

The last cassette tape Jason received was covered in a dark, red sticky substance. Jason knew what it was but he didn’t know if it was yours. Before Jason could even think about playing it, Bruce had prized it from his fingers.

“Jason we need to analyse the blood, it might give us a clue”, his voice was stable and deep. He attempted to reassure Jason with a firm grip to the shoulder but it did nothing. Jason felt empty without you.

“We need to watch-”, Jason started but was interrupted by Bruce.

“No, I’ll watch it. You need to get some sleep, let me do this Jason. Please”, Bruce pleaded desperately, “You haven’t slept in over 48 hours”.

Jason laughed but it was hollow and sharp, “You really think I can sleep knowing she’s stuck with that fucking psycho?!”.

Bruce sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Jason I know you want to get Y/N back”, he placed the cassette onto a high tech scanning machine, it bleeped repeatedly as it scanned over the material, “But we all need to be working together and that means recharging our batteries”.

Jason scoffed and pushed past Bruce looking over the computer scanner typing something into the system, “So you’re telling me you went and had an eight hour sleep when Joker caught me?”.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jason”.

“JUST STOP!!”, Jason's voice cracked as he shouted and for a moment, he sounded like the broken man in the abandoned shopping mall that long Halloween night many years ago.

“I-I need to do this Bruce. I-I have to, for Y/N”, his voice was scratchy and raw.

Bruce simply nodded and turned around. He extracted the cassette from the blood stained cloth and pushed it into the player to the right. Bruce took a secondary glance to Jason, giving him one last option but Jason just stared at the screen, waiting to see what the tape would show.

The second the tape played, the batcave was filled with your screams. They sounded broken and dry. Jason’s heart shattered. The shards stabbing him painfully. As you came into view on the camera, your long h/c hair was matted and stuck to your face. Blood staining it a deep red.

The Joker came into the view of the camera and smiled wide, his teeth showing.

“Jason, I see why you’re so attached to this woman, she’s very fiery...her spirit is impenetrable”.

A flicker of evil flew through his eyes at that word and a sick smile slid onto his lips, “but that’s fine. I’m sure I can find more penetrable spots”.

You tug harshly at your binds as he turned and came closer to you, a small blade held in his gloves hand.

“Hold still princess or I might accidentally cut an important part of you...or slit something”.

The blade cut the straps of your top, and the material fluttered down uselessly to the floor, exposing your padded black bra. The Joker whistled appreciatively and winked back at the camera.

“I say Jason...maybe I’m missing out not having a significant other...especially when they’re as beautiful as this”.

Jason had edged so close to the screen Bruce had to pull him back. Tears were running hotly down his cheeks and he swore he tasted blood from biting down on his bottom lip.

Your voice echoed through the empty warehouse room and through the camera speakers, “GO FUCK YOURSELF”.

The Joker smirked down at you and the blade was pressed against the skin of your neck.

“You should watch your manners, princesses don’t speak like that”.

You gulped and looked into his soulless eyes and laughed. It almost sounded as maniacal as his.

“I’m not your fucking princess”.

You spat at his face. Your spit mingled with blood from the earlier smack around the face.

“He’ll come for me...I know he will. And when he does, it’ll be all over for you”.

Something snapped and you saw his eyes darken. His face twisted and the scowl was demonic.

“You filthy fucking bitch!”, he roared and dropped the knife to wipe his face.

Joker turned to the camera and glowered, “I hope you’re watching Jason whilst I teach this rotten little whore some manners!”.

The first blow caused you to cry out in agony. It was harsh and fast. The sound to Jason was ear splitting. The second hit was drawn out and heavy. Designed to bruise. The third was sharp and felt like hundreds of tiny needles piercing your skin. The Joker was laughing wildly all the way through it. Never ceasing his treatment. As he swung his arm back for the fourth hit, the camera jarred and caught a window. Streams of light shone through. Jason could just about make out a sign. It was blurry.

“REWIND AND PAUSE IT BRUCE! There!!!”, he called and waited for Bruce to zoom in.

“Can you clear up that image...that looks like a road sign...”.

Bruce skipped the tape back several seconds, muting the sounds on the screen. The sounds of you getting smacked in the face shaking him to his core.

“THERE!!! LOOK!! Can you see?!”, Jason pressed his face as close as possible to the screen as Bruce paused it, the image flickered but the road sign was obvious.

ACE CHEMICALS.

Before Bruce could even react, Jason had launched himself across the cave, guns strapped to his thighs.

“Jason!”.

Jason ignored Bruce and grabbed his helmet, securing it into place whilst dropping extra magazine clips into his inner jacket pockets.

“Jason, we can’t just go in there all guns blazing. That’s what he’ll want! We have to think about this”, Bruce reasoned and moved into his path.

Huffing in annoyance, Jason’s modulator covered it easily, “I’m going to get her whether you come with me or not”.

Bruce looked stunned for a split second before softening his voice, “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you - they’re clouding your judgment Jason”.

He knew he was right, deep down. But the pressure. The torture you must have endured. Everything. It weighed down on Jason and began to suffocate him slowly. The more time he wasted, the worse it was going to be. He couldn’t do it.

“Let me get into my suit and we’ll tackle this together”.

Nodding briefly, Jason watched Bruce make his way across to the darkened corner of the cave where his suit was behind a glass panel. As Bruce pressed his palm into the wall, the biometric scanner bleeped. The case slid open slowly and Bruce began to take out the suit piece by piece. The batarangs refracted the light they caught from the computer screens.

Fuck. It was taking too long, these precious seconds. He could be half way there by now. His bike was too far away, in the garage at the front of the manor. He side eyed the batmobile and swallowed thickly.

“Fuck it”.

Taking the keys from the secret sliding panel on the desk, Jason leapt into the batmobile before starting the engine and speeding out of the cave. He swore he heard Bruce shouting, he was certain he heard several curse words too. Unlike Bruce. But it was taking too long. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t leave you. You needed him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

~~~

Everything flew by him in a blur as he sped through the streets of Gotham. His foot slammed down harder on the accelerator desperate to get there faster. Every second counted. He knew all too well what The Joker was like. The way his face slipped as you defied him, terrified Jason. He’d seen that look right before receiving a crowbar to the face.

“Come on...come on!!”, Jason cursed to himself, hitting the steering wheel in fury. All the money Bruce had and it wouldn’t go any faster? He took a sharp turn heading towards the abandoned warehouse behind ACE Chemicals. He was so close. So much closer to reaching you. He’d deal with Bruce later. He couldn’t have waited any longer. Bruce would just have to get over him ‘borrowing’ the batmobile.

Swerving another corner and narrowly dodging the underpass columns, he pulled up in front of the derelict building. Almost all of the windows were smashed and hued green with mould. Maybe some of the toxins spewed from the factory had helped taint the glass further.

Grabbing both of his pistols, Jason left the car and headed towards the building fire escape. He could hear voices chattering.

“Joker said to keep an eye out for Batman”.

A goon; Jason noted peering around the brick wall spotting two of them. He noticed the metal railings above them creaking slightly in the strong winds.

“It’s been over a month now and there’s been no sign of any of the Bat freaks, it’s fine, let’s go grab a beer. He won’t even notice”, a second one encouraged the other smirking.

“You really want to cross him? He’s fucking nuts. I’m surprised the girl has even lasted this long with him, you know what he’s like”.

Jason’s fist tightened around one of his guns at the mention of you. It had to be you. Silently firing his grapple gun, he flew up the side of the building and made his way towards the goons.

“Trust me”, the first one spoke again, “He won’t even realise we’re gone, plus we might find some chicks to-”.

Perching on the railings above them, Jason leapt down cracking the base of his pistols onto one of their heads.

“Pleasure to meet you both”, Jason kicked out at the second goon hearing the sick crack of his ankle snapping.

Spinning on his heel, Jason grabbed the other goon and threw him face first into the brick wall knocking him unconscious immediately before turning back to the other man on the floor whimpering in pain.

“Where is she?”, Jason’s voice was strained even with the modulator protecting him.

The man refused to answer, dragging himself away from Jason with his hands, mud covering his palms.

Taking a large step, Jason reached the man on the floor and purposely stood onto his swollen ankle before aiming the cocked pistol towards his skull.

“I won’t ask again, where is she?”.

The screech from the man was deafening as Jason applied a hefty amount of pressure to his fractured bone.

“Basement!! She’s in the basement!! Please!!”, he begged as his eyes flickered nervously to the gun.

Jason rolled his shoulders before smashing the hilt of his pistol into his skull knocking him out cold. He turned back towards the fire escape and grappled back up to the roof. He’d have to make his way through the building to get to the basement. To you. And if he knew Joker, he wouldn’t have made it that easy. The two idiots on the front door were a sick joke. Tormenting Jason. Getting you back wouldn’t be an easy task.

~~~

Silently dropping through the window on top of the building, Jason landed onto one of the rusty steel girders. It was dark but his helmet adjusted the night vision so he could see clearly. Several goons patrolling an old foreman’s office in the centre. You had to be in there. He needed to take these idiots out quietly before getting to you.

Swinging across to the next rafter, Jason looked down at the first unsuspecting moron. With the stealth of a panther, he landed silently behind the goon before wrapping his arm around his meaty neck. He struggled against the iron grip of Jason’s forearm but the pressure only intensified the more he thrashed. Eventually the squirming stopped and the goon fell limp in his arms. Jason dragged him across to a darkened corner and dumped him behind some barrels.

As he grappled back up to roof beams, he looked down across at the two henchmen digging out a packet of cigarettes. The idiots had left their guns resting against the far wall. Jason had to chuckle to himself, Joker really was hiring morons. Weren’t these guys supposed to be protection?

Jason creeped across the rafters towards the two men and grabbed both of his pistols. He had to be silent. He couldn’t alert Joker to his presence.

“This is my last smoke”, one complained bitterly as the cigarette perched between his thin lips.

“I’ll get the next packet, quit your whining”, the second growled and patted his jacket for a lighter, “Fuck, where did I put my lighter?”.

“You’re a fucking moron. You asked to come for a smoke and you don’t even have a light!!”.

Now was his chance. Jason landed between them both, his boots thudding as he hit the concrete floor, “You know, smoking is bad for your health”. Before either of the goons could react, Jason lifted his elbow into the larger man's throat before smashing his pistol into the other man's temple, causing him to drop onto his knees. He slipped his guns back into his holsters quickly before turning to the other goon. He dodged the larger man’s grapple before twisting with ease and kicking out his kneecap. The man gasped but the elbow to his throat had killed off his voice.

Jason threw a heavy right hook into the larger man's nose and watched the blood trickle down his face. This seemed to only infuriate him more and he launched himself towards Jason viciously. Gripping both of his arms, Jason flipped the man over his body and slammed him into the floor hard before hammering punch after punch to his face, knocking him unconscious.

He turned quickly to the other man who was scrambling on his knees for the gun resting against the far wall.

“Sorry bud, but that can’t happen”, Jason grunted and landed a heavy kick to the goons stomach. The man yelped but it was quickly cut off by Jason as he slammed his boot into his face. He dropped onto the floor instantly.

Jason panted heavily and looked around the room, his helmet advising him of one more goon loitering around the door of the office. Looking down at the floor he noticed the floor grates wrapped around the room and more importantly under the henchmen’s feet. Perfect.

He lifted one of the grate coverings quietly and slipped under the flooring. He crouched down and edged around the room. The last goon was much larger and bulkier, with a machine gun strapped around his wide chest.

This goon seemed smarter than the others. Looking around and even checking up in the rafters. He grunted and pressed a button on his jacket, “No boss, still no sign of them...nothing Sir”.

The voice that patched through sent a chill down Jason’s spine. It was a tone that would be forever cemented in his mind, a reminder of his own torment.

“If you get ANY inclination the bat or any of his costumed freaks are in the building, you tell me immediately”.

“Yes boss”.

The static of the radio crackled before cutting off completely. Jason cursed mentally. This had to be precise. Perfection. He had to disable the henchman’s radio unit. Padding over his jacket he searched for the disrupter shooter he had. It wasn’t there. Fuck. He’d fucked up in his rush and left it behind. Fuck. Bruce was right. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Then he heard it. A soft ping from above him. He knew that sound. Jason looked up from the grate and spotted Nightwing hidden in the shadows with his own disrupter. Pointed directly at the goon’s radio system.

“Thought you might need a hand”, Dick patched into Jason’s com line.

Jason growled under his breath, “Thanks”.

“Shall we take this moron out together?”.

“Yes”, Jason muttered before switching his com off and inched closer to the goon.

The second Nightwing flew down from the roof beams, Jason jumped out of the floor grate and kicked out the back of the goons knees. He cursed loudly before Nightwing’s foot landed in his face.

Jason swore he saw a tooth fly out of his mouth along with a glob of blood. He aimed several hard punches to the side of the henchman’s head whilst Nightwing disabled his gun and radio with a graceful poise.

“All this for the girl? She’s nothing but a shell”, the goon smirked across at Jason before choking at the next punch.

“Joker’s hollowed her out...she’s nothing”, he spat out.

His temper flared and his hand subconsciously reached for his pistol. Dick realised and before anything could happen, he landed an electrical ecrisma blow to the goons head, knocking him out cold. His body crashed onto the floor with a loud thump.

“Jason-”.

“Don’t”, Jason cut him off, “I’m fine”.

He took several steps towards the office door and swallowed thickly. You. You’d be in there. You’d told Joker with the last ounce of confidence left that he’d come for you. He’d never leave you. You were right. Jason would never have stopped looking. Ever.

His hand rested on the door handle, trembling only slightly. What if he was too late. What if this was just another trick?

Drawing his hand back almost as though the door had burnt him. He frowned. He couldn’t think like this. No. He had to be strong. Just like you had been in all those videos. You’d been fierce. Your spirit still pouring through to him.

Jason glared angrily at the door and took a step back before kicking it open furiously with his combat boot. The door flew open wildly and as the dust settled. He saw Joker stood in the middle of the room, a sick, satisfied smirk sat proudly on his demented face.

~~~

“Jason my boy! It’s a pleasure to see you again”, his chuckle was deep and sinister, “I see you're still hiding your face though...is that because of what I did?”. The Joker’s eyes danced with delirious joy at the memories.

“I’d have thought you’d have embraced all your scars by now Jason...”, The Joker edged forward leaving you tied up behind him.

Jason rounded The Joker, clicking a button to the side of his mask, revealing his face, his eyes hidden with the domino mask, “I’ve got nothing to hide from you, clown”.

Jason let his eyes run over you for a second. You were bruised and bloodied. Clothes torn and tattered from mistreatment. Your eyes. God. Your beautiful E/C eyes. Red raw from countless tears. Somehow you still managed to give him a smile from behind The Joker. His heart fluttered. God he’d missed your smile.

Tearing his eyes from you he looked back towards The Joker and held his pistols out at him, finger hovering over the trigger. Jason felt the burn mark on his cheek stinging all over again. Pain ever present.

“You don’t have the guts”, The Joker laughed again and walked forward pressing his forehead into the barrel of the gun.

“You wouldn’t dare pull that trigger. I’m your Ace card Jason. You can’t kill me. You want to but you can’t...something will always stop you”.

Jason felt his hand shaking slightly. Everything was throbbing in his mind.

“Even after everything I’ve done to your girl, you still can’t pull that trigger”, The Joker taunted further and grinned sadistically.

“If only you knew where I’d touched...what I’ve done...”, he pushed further into the cold metal of the gun and winked at Jason, “Go on, do it, I dare you...if you don’t- I’m just going to keep coming back and who knows what I’ll do to our little princess next-”.

BANG.

A gun shot blasted through the air. Smoke drifted slowly from the barrel, dancing into the darkness around them.

“JASON!”.

Nightwing had thrown one of his ecrisma sticks to Jason’s gun, knocking it off target. The bullet shattered the brickwork behind them, dust erupting.

Crashing down through one of the broken windows on top of the office roof, Nightwing flew towards The Joker tackling him down onto the damp, concrete floor before he could launch himself at Jason.

Still startled, Jason watched Dick wrestling with The Joker on the floor, punches flying back and forth.

Dick turned to Jason, “Y/N-Jason!! Go get Y/N!! I’ll handle this!”.

The Joker was shrieking with laughter underneath Dick, blood pouring down his lip and from his nose.

“Ahhhh another boy blunder!! I must be lucky!! Two for the price of one!”.

Dick threw another punch and reached for the second ecrisma stick on his back, “I can’t wait to cart you back to the Asylum. I hope you’re looking forward to your 5 star stay in a windowless cesspit!”.

Jason could hear Joker continually laughing at Dick, until the sharp sound of electrical buzzing cut him off with a loud scream.

He almost fell over his own feet as he raced towards you. Jason quickly untied your hands and the second they were free you flung them around his neck, sobbing into his neck. Your tears dropping onto his brown leather jacket.

“Oh baby”, Jason stroked your hair and held you tightly to him. He was worried he was crushing you but you seemed to be squeezing him back just as hard.

You didn’t stop sobbing. The overwhelming emotion of being wrapped in his safe, strong arms make your knees buckle. Jason caught you with ease and lifted you up, “It’s ok baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”.

Jason was one step away from breaking down himself but he needed to be strong for you right now.

You pressed your skin against his, the scratch of his stubble a welcome sting against your cheek. His scent overwhelmed you. Leather. Gunpowder. Smoke. And something distinct you’d never been able to place.

“Jason”.

“Shhh, it’s ok - nothing is going to hurt you, I’m here now - I’m a bit late but I’m here”.

~~~

It had been one week since you’d been back home. Two weeks if you counted the first week you and Jason spent holed up in the manor. Bruce had insisted. You sat in the bathtub, knees pressed up against your bare chest. Silence. All you could hear was the faint crackle of the bubbles every now and again. The clinical white tiles of the bathroom made you feel a little cleaner.

However, no matter how many baths you took, showers you stood in, you still couldn’t wipe the feel of the slick purple gloves off your skin. Your skin. Skin that was now marred with yellowish bruising. Almost faded physically but not mentally. Looking over the marks you felt yourself transported back into the desolate warehouse. The dank smell of stagnant water filling your nostrils. You choked and coughed loudly, suddenly feeling the oxygen clam up your throat. Drowning in the memories.

“Y/N??”.

Within a mere second Jason had flung open the bathroom door, red tinting his cheek and a little sweat on his forehead, “Sweetheart are you ok?”.

You noted how he chose to call you sweetheart now and not his usual princess. A stark reminder that this whole ordeal had affected him too, more than he’d admitted. You felt the guilt eat away at you. Shame burning at your feet.

“Y-yeah, I’m ok”, you mumbled quietly and swirled some of the water and bubbles around you, “I just accidentally swallowed some of the bath water, I’m sorry”.

Jason nodded although not quite believing you. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the tub taking a deep breath, “It’s ok to not be ok sweetheart...I know it can be difficult to admit that...I know that more than most”, he wiped a stray bubble from the rim of the tub. He looked at you deeply before continuing, “I’ll be here for you...whenever and whatever you need”.

You sat silently in the water and he moved to get up. Maybe he thought it was best to leave you alone, let you uncover your own emotions. Process what had happened. You gripped his wrist and looked up into the crystal blue of his eyes, “Jason”.

“Yeah babe?”, he turned his wrist in your hand and linked his fingers with yours.

“I love you”.

He smiled and squeezed your hand before whispering back, “I love you too, more than you know”.

He looked over you and moved to sit back on the edge of the bath. His spare hand reached out and cupped your chin lovingly, stroking over your skin.

“We’ll work through this together Y/N, I promise”, Jason murmured and leaned forward kissing your forehead lightly, “I’ll do whatever you need me to do...anything at all”.

The words, the touches, the kiss. It made your heart flutter and you fell even more in love with him. Jason made the impossible possible and you had no idea how he managed it every day. You felt so lucky.

“I - I struggle some d-days”, you admitted and with those words you felt a little lighter, “sometimes all I want is for you to hold me and not let me go...Sometimes I-I f-feel like that for hours...”.

“Well then I’ll hold you for hours”, he said simply.

You scoffed lightly but before you could protest or think of arguing back he was stepping into the bath water fully clothed.

“Jay!! You’re going to flood the bathroom”, you gasped loudly, watching the water splash over the sides like dramatic tidal waves. Water dispersed all over the bathroom floor to make way for his broad frame, “What are you doing?!”.

Jason sunk down into the water behind you and wrapped his arms either side, pulling you back into his clothed chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss there, “Holding you for as long as you need me to”.

You felt yourself melt into his warm embrace. Tears made their way down your cheeks at his endearing show of love, “Jason”.

“Shhh, just let me hold you baby”, he cuddled you tighter into him, his fingers stroking your hips under the water, brushing away the bruises. Marking you with his own special touch.

Relaxing under his soft caresses, you hummed lightly and closed your eyes resting your head back against him. He smelt like leather and spice. You felt at home. He was home.

“Jay”.

“Mmm?”.

“Please call me princess”, you whispered quietly into the air, your eyes still closed.

“Whatever you want...princess”.

~~~

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ssatoritendou · 3 years

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Dinner for Three

Pairing: Chuuya/reader

Chuuya Nakahara

Word count: 1.4k

+ summary: After a day being tormented by Osamu Dazai all you want to do was spend time with the lovely Chuuya...but an enemy has other plans for both of you

Genre: fluff

Warning: mentions of weapons

“Osamu I don’t get why I have to wear a face mask?”

In a whiney tone, with a pout, the dangerous mafioso responded, “___ it’s a disguise. No one can tell who you are.”

“Osamu, putting me in a suit, a face mask, and a different hairstyle won’t fool anyone. Besides we are in headquarters. Everyone knows we work together.” You argued with him.

“Boo-hoo for trying to make our day fun. And make you look interesting.” He laughed with an evil smirk.

“Keep talking Dazai, you’ll end up in more bandages.” You mumbled.

You were going through the paperwork you had to finish filling out and filing.

“___ I’m bored.”

You sighed, “Osamu maybe if you did your paperwork on time, we could be out on a raid or literally anything else.”

“Why would I do it? When I have a pretty Belladonna doing it for me.”

You chuckled with a sinister smile under your mask but to Dazai it looks like you liked the compliment. “Actually I’m doing Nakahara a favor.”

He faked a pain in his heart and fell out of the chair. “How dare you do that dog a favor! You are supposed to be my associate, not his!”

“Osamu you do realize we all work together, you might be my mentor but I’m friends with everyone.”

“And to think I gave you...what did I give you again?”

“Hmm...” you thought “you gave a roll of bandages. I think you even said over drinks used them when you have horrible injuries. Then you poured Chuuya’s wine into his hat. We were asked to leave Lupin. If Odasaku was there controlling what you were drinking maybe we wouldn’t have been kicked out.”

“You just said Chuuya. You never call him Chuuya. Always Nakahara, Mr. Nakahara, and Executive Nakahara.”

“Did I? Careless mistake. You say it all the time must have picked it up.” You said with a shrug finishing the last paper for Chuuya.

Knowing full well you messed up. You weren’t supposed to call him that outside of the home. You were supposed to meet him tonight for dinner. But now the ever so clever mafioso idiot Dazai Osamu, was glaring at you.

“Do you have any idea what you want to do or what we should do? Besides play dress up. Heard anything from Ogai?”

He looked down at his desk filled with paperwork. “No, I guess I have to meet Akutagawa soon.”

“So I can go home?” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah yeah. Keep the phone on though.”

You left headquarters and went home. You plopped on your couch loosening your tie.

“Hey baby,… what are wearing?” He looked you up and down.

“Dazai wanted to play dress-up today. He said it was a “disguise”.” You told your boyfriend.

He growled at the mention of Dazai. “I’m sorry he tortured by that asshole.”

“Chuuya that is not a kind way to describe our friend.”

He rolled his eyes. “He is a suicidal maniac and a piece of shit. Do not call him my friend.” He growled.

“Ok, sweetie. I’m going to get ready for dinner.” You told him.

“You still want to go out even with the suspicious sociopath out there?”

“I just spent the entire day with a bored Dazai, he dressed me up as Mori does with Elise. I deserve a night out at my favorite restaurant with my big bad mafioso boyfriend is going to take me there.”

“He dressed you like the way Mori does with Elise?!” He yelled, taking that small comparison away from your statement.

“Dinner. Tonight Chuuya.”

“You were right. We are needed the night out.” Chuuya said sipping his wine.

“It pays to be in the mafia with multiple restaurants willing to close just for you.”

Chuuya hummed to that as you both raised your glasses clinking them.

You two were in a comfy corner in the party room restaurant, arched doors closed, large paints hanging off the walls, maroon carpeted floors, a private bar across from the door, and a table lit by candlelight. A fine red wine Chuuya picked for you two tonight. Him even pinning his hair tonight under his fedora.

You recently saw an old picture when he first entered the Port Mafia with short hair. You casually mentioned you liked how he looked in his teens. He nearly chopped off his beautiful long ginger hair with a pair of kitchen scissors. You threw a knife in his direction to stop him from doing so. You adore his long locks, loved calming him down with running your fingers through his hair. Or when he had a pretty stressful day brushing it for him and braiding it, that ultimately lead to him braid yours in return.

“So please tell me how was your day today My Love.” You asked him.

“Pretty boring had to go over shipments coming in from the north, that was early in the morning. Then there was the delivery process. I was able to go for a short bike ride briefly, nearly got mugged by a kid on the street. He looked like he was starving I didn’t blame him I’ve been there. So I gave him so cash and a card just in case he needs a family.”

“Ever so kind My God.”

“What did I tell you about calling me your god.” He brought down his hat to cover his face flush from the comment.

“It’s only true, Mr. Executive.” You said teasingly knowing that gets a rise out of him. You started to play footies with his legs under the pristine white table cloth.

“I would like to go to dinner once where we actually eat and not having me rush home because you can’t behave.” He growled at you grabbing your thigh possessively.

You giggled. “Sorry for teasing you.” You liked down at your wine glass twirling your finger around the edge. You noticed a strange reflection in the glass.

“Chuuya duck.” You said in a calm manner.

You both hit the deck just as a rain of fire of bullets was coming from the main dining room.

You flipped the table over as the both of you made your way to the bar.

“Can you use your ability?”

“I can’t see who is out there or how many. They are covered.”

“And we are pinned down.” You sighed.

So this is how you and Chuuya, the love of your life were going to die. Pinned down in your favorite restaurant being killed by Port Mafia enemies.

“What can you do with a blowtorch?” Chuuya asked pulling it up from under the shelf.

“Depends how much do you like that jacket?”

He smirked and started ripping the jacket up. Putting the ends in liquor bottles. You turned on the blowtorch, starring at the beautiful flame.

Chuuya was smirking happily watching you ready to burn down a building and give him an opening to kill these men that were trying to kill you.

He saw one of the bullets and saw an interesting logo on the side.

“…Mori Corp.” He said with an angry low tone. “Don’t, we can’t kill them.”

“What they are shooting at us?”

“They are blanks. Look at the shells.”

“Son of a bitch, Osamu Dazai!” You yelled across the restaurant. You stood up from behind the bar. “The next person who shoots, I will have your head and Chuuya will play with your decapitated head.”

Chuuya face went blank after you said that.

“Ok ok boys you heard the little lady. You can all go home.” Dazai said with an evil smirk.

You jumped over the bar into the main dining hall grabbing the bandage freak by the neck.

“What the hell Dazai! You tortured me all day and I wanted to relax with my boyfriend and you had to ruin it.” He was laughing, “Why the hell are you laughing your maniac?!”

“You said Chuuya is your boyfriend.”

“That is what this is about?!” Chuuya yelled at him from the side.

“Now, Now you two, you were keeping a secret from your best friend. You should have told me because you didn’t you got shot at.” He said with his dead stare.

“You are psycho.” You sighed holding your head in hand. You flipped the table back up pulling three chairs over. “Are you idiots coming to eat or not?”

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midnightmusings-et-moi · 3 years

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low and behold, mother nature

James Potter x Lily Evans fluff

Warnings: lily is on her period! Mentions of period blood stains and cramps, angry Lilly oops

Lily’s eyes shot open as she felt a sharp pain bloom in her abdomen. What was that she thought sitting up in her bed. And then she felt the worst pain in her abdomen- like someone had taken a dagger, stabbed her hilt deep and was slowly twisting it. Her face contorted in pain as she yelped out in agony.

Finally realization hit her when she felt something moist in her pants. Oh no. Mother Nature decided to pay a visit. She groaned and threw a pillow at the wall in frustration. Why now when she was over at her crush-who-she-didn’t-want-to-admit-she-liked-but-DEFINITELY-did-like’s house?

Lily got off the bed and peeled the comforter back to see a very large patch of blood on the beige covers that Mrs. Potter had washed yesterday.

Just then someone threw the door to her room open and in jumped James Potter, his hair messier than usual, still in his sleep attire and clutching a wand in his hand. “Lily are you alright?” He questioned urgently “I heard a shriek from your room.”

Lily had frozen in pure horror and embarrassment. Her cheeks blazed red and she jumped in front of the bed, attempting to hide the stain from the perplexed boy in front of her. “HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF PRIVACY AND KNOCKING YOU BLOODY FOOL” she yelled at him in rage. James just blinked a few times, his eyebrows furrowing in further confusion over his sleepy eyes.

“UGH WILL YOU GET OUT!” She yelled again attempting to push him out of the door but not being very successful since he was twice her height. And then suddenly James’ face washed over with understanding as his eyes met with the stain on Lily’s cotton pyjama shorts. “Lily your uh shorts they’re um....bloody” he said softly, not sure exactly how to address it since she obviously didn’t want him to know about her conundrum.

Lily’s face turned the colour of her hair- in fact even more red if that were possible. She stopped trying to push him out of her room, rather she just stood there unsure of what to do in her state of complete embarrassment. She hadn’t even packed any tampons or ibuprofen because her period wasn’t supposed to come this early. And if things couldn’t get any worse, another stinging pain shot through her stomach, forcing her to drop to the ground and clutch her stomach, rocking back and forth.

James was very unsure about what to do. He had never encountered a situation like this before. It’s not that he was disgusted in any way- he may be immature but not to the point where he would find the workings of nature repulsive. He just didn’t know what to do.

Lily felt tears prick her eyes. How stupid did she look in front of James right now rocking back and forth like a maniac with bloody shorts? He was probably laughing at her internally.

However to her surprise James sat on the floor beside her and cautiously put an arm around the scarlet haired girl, bringing her closer to him. “Don’t worry, I’m right here” he reassured her in a low whisper.

Lily looked up at James, no longer embarrassed because she realized that he didn’t care that her uterus was bleeding causing her to act like a complete psycho. “I didn’t bring tampons, James”

“That’s alright, I’ll get my mum I’m sure she has some”

“And um....the sheets are stained too I’m sure there’s a spell to make it go away but I just can’t remember it” Lily said closing her eyes in concentration.

She felt James’ arm leave her and when she opened her eyes she saw him standing over her bed with his wand which was aimed at the red blotch on the covers. It slowly contracted until it completely disappeared, leaving the sheets beige like before.

He looked back at her and gave her a soft smile and reached his hand out to Lily so she could stand up. She took it and stood up and looked down at her shorts. “I’m gonna change” she said looking up at James again. “And ill get my mum, she’ll surely have whatever you need”. Lily nodded at him gratefully, giving him a little smile before turning to the bathroom.

“Oh and I’ll tell the boys we’re staying in today. I’ll convince Sirius to do his impression of mad eye moody and Remus can make his infamous hot chocolate for us.” James said opening the door to Lily’s room.

“James...you had planned going sledding today I don’t want you to cancel because of me really I want you to have fun on the last day of our holid-“ Lily replied before she was interrupted by James.

“No lils I want to stay in today and make you feel better- those cramps can’t be pleasant at all and who said I won’t have fun watching Sirius being ridiculous” he said winking at her and grinning wide before closing the door to her room.

Lily’s heart swelled with adoration for the boy and this time her abdomen swarmed with butterflies instead of knives. “Lils. I like that. I like that a lot” she murmured to herself.

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meshlasolus · 3 years

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Intelligent Insanity

13/?

Jerome Valeska x Reader

I'm still tryna speed up events here because I rlly rlly wanna get to the good part i have planned okay

Series Summary: Two lives can start very differently, but it's never the beginning that makes the story. It's the the journey the lives take that eventually bring them down the same path.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of death, fluff, angst, mentions of murder.

After a few days with Galavan's personal health worker, I began to feel like brand new. Jerome had been right by my side nearly the entire time, minus the moments when he and Galavan were plotting the next Maniax strike.

I wished I could attend the big blow out at the police station tomorrow, because I would hate to miss such a big event. I also wanted them to know I was still alive, and that they couldn't just kill me so easily. I wasn't necessarily a force to be reckoned with, but I certainly wasn't a pansy that would die with one shot.

I got up more on my feet with each day since the shot, and I thought myself to be ready enough for the grand mission, though Galavan insisted I stay. As much as it pained Jerome to see the look on my face, he agreed as well.

"You just got the stitches out yesterday, just stay here and I'll be back before you know it." He rubbed up and down my arms. The scene was sweet and momentous, as if a man was leaving his girl for a business affair, and would return for her when he was finished. However the task at hand was far from a business affair.

"I know.... Just promise you'll get that cop that shot me?" I asked, glancing up at him with a sad look upon my features.

"Of course, princess. He'll pay for what he did to you." Jerome's voice got darker when he neared the end of his words, his hand coming down to the spot on my side that was still healing. I couldn't really even feel it anymore, but the pain around it still made me a little sluggish.

"Be careful, I don't need you getting shot too." I said, straightening out his uniform, which was an exact replica of the one's the GCPD wore.

"We'll be okay. Galavan is sending in backup this time, so there won't be any chances." He convinced me, and I knew he would do a great job. He always did. His showmanship, his stage presence, all were charismatic details about him that made him special. He was purely captivating.

"You know, you'd be a good looking cop.... if you were into that sort of thing." I laughed.

"Abiding by the law is not as fun as breaking it, my dear." He said in a sing song voice, turning the end into a long whistle. He was a great whistler, and when I wanted to hear a certain song he gave it every time.

"That's certainly true. Go get em, tiger." I said, pressing a firm kiss to his lips and sitting back on the heels of my feet. He was unsatisfied with that, pulling me back in for one more. "I love you, ya psycho."

"I love you more, ya little maniac." He wrapped his arms around me one last time, holding me close to his chest before he was off. He turned back around from the door, tipping his hat to me and winking.

When he was gone I sighed, leaning against one of the bedframe's giant colums. He was such an amazing boy, truly. He was going to rule the world someday, whether he knew it or not. Gotham was going to bend to his will.

The amount of people that feared him was many, but I had a feeling the amount of people who believed in him would be bigger. Sure, he was a matricidal freak that escaped an asylum where he'd been held since his first murder... everyone has to start somehwhere. He was going to make people see him a little differently.

Later that night, when Jerome was safe and sound, back at Galavan's penthouse, we got nestled down into bed and watched as they rolled the footage of today's massacre on the news. I smiled as I saw the tape recording begin to play. They even put out a viewer discretion warning before they played Jerome's clip.

"Ya hear that? I might be disturbing to some viewers." He laughed his signature maniacal cackle, and already I had a smile on my face.

While watching the video, I couldn't help but admire the way he looked. So happy to be in his element, and simply taking it all in. His little speech to the citizens of Gotham had me in stitches, but also gave me goosebumps. He was quite the entertainer, and he knew it.

The clip ended on his laugh again, and boy did it make me feel things. This crazy ginger did things to me that he didn't even realize. I could go on and on about the way his smile made me weak, or how the way he spoke gave me chills, but in this moment I simply felt like showing him how he made me feel.

I threw my leg over him, sitting up so that I straddled him on either side. He didn't even act surprised, he just smiled and quirked an eyebrow, as if he was somehow expecting this to happen.

"Am I in for it?" He questioned, already knowing the answer but pining for it anyway.

"You have no idea."

The morning after, I awoke to an empty bed. I wasn't disappointed, for I must have overslept by a lot for Jerome to have already gotten up without disturbing me whatsoever. He wasn't really an early riser, so the fact that he was not only awake, but out of bed before me was a shock.

I pulled on the shirt he'd tossed to the floor and a pair of underwear, making sure that the shirt was long enough to cover up without needing shorts. When I found that the shirt hung by my knees, I left the room, content on my journey around the penthouse to find my boyfriend.

I stepped inside the main room to find Galavan and Jerome leaned over a table, discussing important plans. Galavan noticed me enter first, and without shame he looked me up and down. I wasn't necessarily as fun to look at as Barbara, but I suppose in my state of dress I could be found desirable. Too bad I only had eyes for the ginger.

When Jerome caught the stare Galavan was giving me, specifically my legs, he walked over and blocked me from the older man's view. I wasn't sure what the meaning was, for I didn't know the harm that was being done, but Jerome stood in his place unwavering.

"I'm sorry I left so early, but we've got big news." Jerome smiled, grabbing both sides of my waist and pulling me closer.

"Tell me." I said enthusiastically.

"I get to kill my father tomorrow.... and you're gonna help me. After that we're gonna crash a charity ball." He spoke with such fluidity and excitement to the death of his father, who, by understanding, was just as much of a jerk as his mother.

"Murder?" Something changed in my eyes, they became dark and infatuated with the idea of driving his father to the place of death his mother currently was.

"Murder..." he said seriously, with a spooky, eerieness to his tone, but then his smile spread and his laugh gave me small chuckles of my own.

We had a busy day tomorrow.

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Some things never stop hurting, no matter how much you bury them… when they resurface, the pain is as fresh as when it was first inflicted. Grieving the loss of so many loves. Not the romantic kind—but almost.

I have been so many different people in the last 7 years. I don’t even recognize myself from who I used to be. Three years ago, I was on drugs, in a yet another unhappy relationship, going nowhere with my life fast. Living for other people, with no hope for the future. I had everything stripped from me it seemed. My career, my friends, my job, my home. It all came crashing in on me. Watching Euphoria on HBO has brought some rather unpleasant flashbacks.

I’m 16, depressed at a party in Antioch. The party was held at a drug dealers house, not mine, but his higher up. I was in love with a boy with HIV, who didn’t love me back. I sat off to the side, miserable. Drinking warm wine out of a paper cup. My preoccupation with romantic love has always been my problem. Sitting there kicking my feet, staring at the shimmering surface. Longing for death (as I often did) one of the drug addicts at the party started harassing me for looking so unhappy. I told him I wished I could die, absentmindedly, not really present. “You want to die?” He asked, and I’ll never forget the maniacal look on his face. How it contorted with the high noon shadows. He grabbed my wrists and duck taped them together. Grabbed a knife and attempted to cut my wrists. I was trying to yank my arms away, while he continued to laugh. After wrenching myself away finally, I ran and hid in the bathroom to cry. I admit I was no picnic to be around—I was a deeply troubled teenager. However, that’s no excuse for what that psycho did. So weird, and vaguely disturbing.

The time I had to grab a gun out of my drug dealers hand while he threatened the whole downstairs. The time I had to get between him and my friend who was only 17 (he was 26) as he beat the shit out of her on the front lawn at a party. The time my best friend overdosed on heroin, and I found her blue in the face with her head on the steering wheel, a tourniquet around her arm dangling out of the open car door. Having her say “I love you” hooked up to a respirator. She stole from me and my family to buy drugs…. God. I can’t believe how much of my past I repressed. This show keeps triggering me.

The time my friend was gang raped and had her teeth knocked out. How she went back to punch in the window of the abandoned house where it happened. How they clocked her clean in the face again. She went down like a rag doll. As I ran to her, they pointed a gun in my face and asked if I had a problem. Shaking all over I said: “no”. I literally had to drag her unconscious body back to the car. The only time I was ever that scared, was that day in Hawaii when the man attacked me with a knife.

Writing all this down makes me realize just how dark and horrible my teenage years really were. I forget that I came from the hood. Those are only a few instances. Believe me—there were more. I was a troubled and rebellious teen, just like these kids on the show. With the exception that I didn’t have sex. For all my vices, I never did that until I was 18.

When Michael called me in 2019 to tell me he was dying, he expressed that he felt responsible for my becoming an addict. He said if he hadn’t put me through so much hell, that I wouldn’t have turned out that way. I told him that was nonsense. That I made those choices. He may have been the trigger, but I chose to self destruct. In truth because I felt I had no value. Just as he did. I have so many regrets about how I’ve handled situations over the years. All I know, is that I tried my best with what I had at a given time.

None of this is coherent, apologies for that. I’m actually not as unhappy as I sound. I am merely sifting through painful memories as they surface. As aforementioned Euphoria is slightly therapeutic in a way. It’s like watching a train wreck, you can’t look away.

They say people don’t change, but they do.

The point is, I can relate all too well to escapism, though now it feels like a dream. Did I really used to sit up all night on cocaine, pacing my cage like an animal. Down a fifth of whiskey and take a bar of Xanax and not die? On the regular?? Sure did. God I used to mix so many drugs it’s a miracle I didn’t die I’m telling you.

Flashbacks of being in the ER overdosing keep coming to mind. I remember the first time I OD’d at a party. I was 17. My drug dealer kept giving me halves of triple stack ecstasy pills. I had taken a total of 15 pills in one night. I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs foaming at the mouth, talking baby talk to my dead great grandmother he said. He gave me some milk to help me come down. Somehow I survived the night. No idea how.

I OD’d again when I was 28. I took ecstasy, coke, alcohol and Xanax. My heart was racing so fast that I had a psychotic episode. My dealer took me to the ER, where the nurse told me I was lucky to be alive because that combo can kill you.

I had mixed so many times before I thought I was invincible. The human body really can take a beating. The cocaine became a real problem in my late twenties. Eventually I was able to stop out of sheer necessity. My physical health having been so poor through the pandemic. I think I did irreparable damage to my body. Now I must live with the consequences of ritualistic abuse (through drugs).

I realize now that since that day, the day Michael told me I was just a friend…(even though that wasn’t how he really felt) I chose death. I loved so hard that death was the only other choice. I was very black and white in my youth. I spent years running towards death with open arms.

My second brush with love, was with a flagrant narcissist and sociopath. Who literally was incapable of returning my feelings. The spiritual connection I felt to this person… I don’t believe I imagined it, however, in order to move on I had to face the facts. I was forced to face that it was all an elaborate lie. Carefully constructed to draw me in, when in reality it was a trap. Those who have not survived narcissistic abuse, won’t understand how hard it is to come back from it. My self esteem was literally in the ground at this point.

There was a dark horse in between these, another boy I thought I loved. A Capricorn. His inner darkness left it’s marks on me too, he was cold and callous. Though I was then only 22-23.

Enter my third love, if you can call it that. He was 7 years older, another Scorpio. We trauma bonded—never a solid foundation. Then the emotional abuse and controlling behavior started. Jealous, exacting, suspicious, and completely unhealthy from the third month on. I should have seen the red flags, but when you are 24/25, you don’t really think much about those things. I was so desperate to love and be loved finally, so starved, that I didn’t honestly look at whether or not it was good for either of us. I thought it was love, but how could it have been? After 6 or seven years I finally found my way out of that nightmare. It nearly killed me I can tell you. It took him jilting me for the third time (for another woman), for me to realize I wasn’t going to let myself be destroyed this time.

There was a person I had strong feelings for, but once again I was rejected, and this time for my best friend. The humiliation of the entire situation still sits in the pit of my stomach. Not because I still harbor any negative feelings towards either of them, but just the visceral gut wrenching feeling, it still lives there for some reason when I think of it. Losing her was actually one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. I can’t change how it all went, but it certainly was meant to be. They are still happily together, and in hindsight, I am glad they found each other. They are both good people and deserve to be happy. There were undercurrents that came up in our grief, we both grieved the death of our friendship, because it truly was special. My pain and suffering obscured everything. All I know is I couldn’t face them. It was too painful. At that time I was too raw.

We finally met after years of silence and resentment, and by the time we actually met in person to discuss everything—Michael was dying, and I was not in a good place to handle that conversation. I should have politely declined her invite. What haunts me most is this image she must have of me. I was drunk, crying, yelling, accusatory. Ugh. It was ugly. All my pent up anger came out. They were all feelings I wanted to express, but with a bit more maturity. I tried to make amends more than once, but silence is also an answer. In truth I’m not sure the friendship could ever continue. So much time has passed, we are different people now.

I know I’ll never have another friendship like that again though. She was the only real friend I ever had (female that is). The other two girls I was symbiotic with… those girls from the hard days in the hood. They were so damaged from their horrible childhoods… they could never be a real friend to me. I know I inherited Michael’s “high and mighty” morality clause. One of my more fatal belief systems which caused a lot of grief in my life.

I withheld information from people in my past, for fear of abandonment. I did not lie, I told the truth when confronted, but my hesitation still haunts me. At times I wonder if I am actually even a good person. I catch myself snarling and snapping at the children and I hate myself bitterly for it. I remember my mother always screaming at us when I was little. So much so that when she walked in the room we would wince.

Somehow I have not made a meaningful impression on others. Superficially—perhaps. I keep thinking about that girl telling me I was “unlikeable”. Maybe I was then. I was so lost in my depression, so escapist and self destructive—who wants to be around that? A perpetual victim? Not attractive or fun. It was not a good look, I am ashamed of it now.

My last relationship before my current one, came at a time that I really needed someone to be kind to me, and at first—he was. We would have been much better off as friends, the sexual component always makes things complicated. I have fond memories of that time, but I always knew it wouldn’t last. Once again I ignored the differences and red flags. Once again it was someone who wasn’t right for me. Trying to force a relationship to work when it isn’t right… that’s being in resistance to the truth. If I were able to just look at all my past situations honestly, if I only had enough sense of self to walk away from unhealthy situations… how different my life could have been.

Ultimately, I need to look on my past selves with compassion. I need to forgive her. She was a lost, deeply lonely girl who was never shown love in a healthy way. She became an addict to cope, and the substances turned her into someone she didn’t like. I am a different person today. Through hard work abs perseverance I have come out the other side.

I’m actually grateful that I was jilted, if I had not been rejected by my Scorpio ex, I would never have forced myself to get clean, fit, and healthy again. In doing so I gained confidence. Looking back now, we were not right for each other, and that’s really all there was to it.

I’m glad my last boyfriend broke up with me too, if he hadn’t, I would have stayed in an unhappy and toxic situation forever, never feeling fulfilled or happy. If he didn’t cut the cord, who knows where I would be now. Being forced to be alone with myself, to take care of myself for the first time in my adult life—was a very sobering (it also empowering) experience. I gained real confidence in myself. I was preparing for a life alone. Saving money to move to LA, to pursue my dreams.

It was then that the man I was really supposed to be with walked into my life. There he was, all the things I had asked for, the boy I had dreamed about being with since I was a little girl. Down to his blue eyes, and Slavic features. He likes all the nerdy things I like, indulges my fantasies. At first we seemed very different. He likes rap for example, and I’m more of a goth girl. However he also likes disco and electronic music, and you know what? I needed some levity in my life. We found a way to meld our differences in such a way that we fascinate one another. We share enough similarities to keep things going, but enough differences to be individuals. I knew he was the one, three weeks in.

Now that I have finally experienced real love, healthy love. My dark past feels like a long dreary nightmare. An empty echo from far away. Sometimes it feels like another life, and in some ways—it is.

All my experiences led me to who I am today. I would not have the level of wisdom or empathy i have if I hadn’t gone through all those things. I guess I need to find forgiveness for myself tonight.

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