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married life [m.reader]

this is me taking the first step in creating the househusband hcs of our tall hsr men for us gays and bi kings. happy pride ansismdkf (i mean to say that also in haitham’s post bUT OH WELL). anyway, i still hate luocha. otto trauma so true so real (honestly, his only saving grace in mhy games is ayato because he’s not blond). today, we have ourselves some househusbands.

𖦹 househusband hcs with gepard, sampo, jing yuan, blade, dan heng, caelus and old man welt, no luocha but i’m open to be convinced why i should start loving him, mostly fluff, domestic stuff, modern au though… aren’t they more modern if they can travel the space? huh. normal world au then. forgot to add that ceo reader is implied

GEPARD LANDAU

He’s a very reluctant househusband at first, actually. He’s one who firmly believes that relationships are a team effort (and they are and should be), and thinks that it wouldn’t hurt for the both of you to work together. Of course, you encourage him regardless, and with both of your career-oriented selves, you were basically the couple that could foster a ten or so children and still be financially sound.

Serval is the one who convinced Gepard to lay low a little in his job and relax for once. You’re making a decent income a month — enough for you to be the only one working and still have a comfortable life together.

You have to thank your sister-in-law and her craftiness. She wasn’t Gepard’s sister for nothing. She knew your husband more than anyone and knew that he was too down bad to even refuse in entertaining the thought of not taking care of you. All she had to do was do a little convincing.

“If I were [Name], I sure wouldn’t mind coming home to a nice meal like this every night,” she’d muse with a hum while she ate off of Gepard’s cooking. He came home early that one night and thought to surprise you. Of course, Serval just had to taste test since she’s looking out for you, her beloved brother-in-law. “Also wouldn’t mind being taken care of by my own spouse…”

Gepard quickly folded. What if his sister was right and you wanted that kind of life? But it’s not like he also wants to quit his job just like that. So he made a gradual decrease in work until he can finally have a schedule that can commit as a househusband and occasionally help when he’s needed at work as a consultant.

Your beloved husband is a bit mid from the start — basic in cooking, in chores, but it’s his perseverance that pushes him up to S-tier househusband status. He will really go out of his way to learn recipes that you suddenly brought up in the middle of a conversation and will execute it to the highest standards. He will become a lot more meticulous in his chores around the house.

If he can, he’s definitely the type to drop by and join you in lunch. He’s a lot more free now, and if there’s nothing else to do in the house, he’ll take some lunch and go to where you work and just eat lunch together. Everyone is looking at the windows of your own office in envy while they watched you get spoon fed by your cute husband (they don’t know how embarrassed Gepard is since you technically just coerced him to feed you so people can see you on purpose).

So very attentive to you. He wakes you up early (even earlier if you have meetings where you have to discuss things to be extra prepared) for work. Your lunch is just top tier, but the plating is too cute — with the slightly uneven shapes to create cute animals. He’s the kind to even put a note in your packed lunch every time without fail.

He knows how hard you work and only wants the best for you. And when you recognize his efforts, he’s quick to get flustered from your compliments. He will fold like a wet cardboard. He’s too weak.

“Dear, please,” you could only laugh at your beloved’s winsome attitude. Currently pressed against the marbled counter of the kitchen, you can only shower him in a plethora of love-filled kisses as you expressed your unending gratitude. Your lips left tiny pecks from his cheeks down to his neck, only serving to fluster him even more.

You pulled back but not before leaving another quick kiss on his nose, “What’s got you all knotted up, love? No one’s watching.” You cooed, leaving your poor husband whining at the thought of earlier — when you so cruelly asked him to feed you in front of your subordinates while you busily ‘worked’ on your projects.

But somehow even with the unbridled embarrassment that you brought to him, Gepard couldn’t help but feel the elation engulf his entirety at the prospect of you showing him off in your own mischievous ways. Even with your busy schedule, you were more than willing to let him come inside your work and take the time off just to let him join you for lunch. He’d already heard enough drama around the neighborhood to be grateful that you can still balance your work with your marriage.

He was grateful to have you as his partner for life. And even then, he wouldn’t mind having to visit you just to feed you. It was certainly a rare thing that he’s heard partners would suggest, so to be given a privilege as seeing you everyday at work was something he would cherish more than ever.

A kiss on his temple knocked his fleeting thoughts off the rail and pulled him back to reality, blinking at your curious smile, “…Shield for your thoughts?” You inquired with a gentle tone, eager to pry just what has got your husband so spacey all of a sudden.

He only grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss and murmured against your lips, “Just thanking my lucky stars for having you as my husband.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

𐂂

SAMPO KOSKI

Your friends still think you’re a legend for even managing to wife up the untamable Sampo. But somehow, you pulled him in and he was more than willing to be a househusband. For more reasons than one.

But let’s get out the pinnacle of his reasons out of the way — it being, him living so comfortably? Financially supported by a handsome guy like you? Sign him up. He’s more than willing to take care of you while you take care of him. He’s a sleazy guy, after all. Wouldn’t wanna get married to a broke man. Kidding.

Anyway, he mostly sells the story of getting married just for benefits for laughs. But really, you’ve somehow managed to actually trap him as a prisoner of love. He’s a huge simp for you and actually considers your high-end job a bonus. A really good bonus. But other than that, you’ve got Sampo completely wrapped around your finger. And he’s a very eager househusband.

A surprisingly good househusband. He’s meticulous in his work and can cook. But what really sells him is how well he can budget and actively get discounts just by smooth talking the vendors in the market. You once went with him, telling him to go nuts and buy everything that he needs, and you came home with only just a good half of your money spent. He was scarily good and from then on, you made an oath to take notes from your husband’s amazing haggling skills.

He’s a very resourceful man. If you need anything, he’s there to lend a hand. He’s always there to fix equipments that break down. Really, you rarely get issues with the things at home, because the moment he senses that there’s something wrong, he’s already on the case. Your husband is a jack of all trades.

All he requires is a small fee of some attention and loving from you. Seriously, he will mope around and will let you know that he’s upset that you forgot to give him a goodbye kiss earlier when you left for work.

You wake up much earlier than he does, but please wake him up. He wants to cook you breakfast and see you off like a loving househusband that he is. He will sulk if you so much as even think of leaving him without waking him up. He’s a big drama queen and unless you make up for it once you get home, he will continue to walk around the house with a pout on his face.

The only way to make this man completely crumble underneath you is to spoil him. He’s working so hard with the upkeep of your shared home! If you take him out on surprise date nights, he will melt. Shower him with lavish gifts from all the money you saved up, courtesy of Sampo’s extreme bargaining. He will latch onto your arm the entire night like your pretty little arm candy (even if he’s taller than you).

Oh, right. You will get sudden visits from Natasha or even Seele and Oleg, just to check up on your married life. They’re mostly just there to whack some sense into Sampo if he’s being difficult to you. Suffice to say, they’re always surprised when they come visit your homely abode that’s clean and has a refreshing atmosphere. Seele plugs her ears every time you say it’s all because of Sampo that your house is even remotely presentable. She’s in denial.

It was a grueling day, leaving you completely vulnerable to the throes of exhaustion. You ought to take some vacation days, maybe go on a different country with your husband for a treat. Surely, he’d like that. You noticed he’s been working just as hard as you at home. Speaking of which — the reason for your home’s unfamiliar silence was in fact the lack of singing from your lively husband. You were so used to hearing his voice that the silence felt incredibly deafening when you were alone.

“Love? You home?” You called out, glancing at the shoe rack by the door to see his outdoor shoes in the same place and the indoor shoes missing. He’s here. You pursed your lips, brushing off the peculiarity and headed to the joint dining room and kitchen, seeing a nice still hot meal sitting on a nice plate. But it was the only thing on the table, no other plates or even a husband waiting on you with a smile. You peered at the food to see a card beside the plate, scribbled with a sad face.

“…What.” You sat the card back down before finally poking your head in the living room, seeing your husband watching another sad show while screwing in some panel from what you can only guess a part of your heater. You sauntered up from behind him, before grabbing his face and tilting his head up to meet your gaze.

He made no noise and had it not been for his evident pout, you would’ve only been left wondering what you did to make him so sulky again. You sighed before leaning to press a kiss against your lips. You could feel him finally smile against the kiss.

“So you still love me?” He asked, insinuating that you felt otherwise for not even giving him a kiss goodbye earlier.

“Not like I have a choice,” was your only cheeky response.

“Wha— Hey!”

𐂂

JING YUAN

Out of everyone, he is probably the most eager one to be a househusband. He is so ready to retire. He’s been moaning about it at work constantly, about how he’s just ready to settle in somewhere nice and be taken care of. And when you decided to finally tie the knot with him, you didn’t even have to ask twice, that man is already turning in his resignation and is already making your shared home even cozier than ever.

He’s a very languid man, but that does not mean he’s going to flake out on chores. He can do them all efficiently just for the sake of getting them out of the way so he can keep relaxing after. That, and of course making sure that you come home to a clean home. Aeons know how stressful it is to come home from work and seeing your own home completely cluttered. Jing Yuan has suffered the same thing before he met you.

Jing Yuan loves you through his cooking other than sleeping in with you. He creates the greatest dishes for you. Often are you eating your lunch with so much pride. Your subordinates would come inside your office during lunchtime to pass some papers and they would see you just completely enjoying life with your husband’s cooking.

He likes to greet you with a nice warm meal after your work. And he’d just watch you eat his meals with a fond smile while you continue to talk about each of your days with each other. Of course, occasionally, he’d open his mouth and you would have to feed him as well. Yanqing would sometimes come home to such a sight and never has he seen a more domestic scene than before.

Another one of his much favored ways to show his love is through after work massages. You’d come home and be completely smothered with love just by his touches. Sometimes he’d give you a nice neck and shoulder massage while you’re eating and talking about your day. Or you could both be lounging on the sofa and he would absentmindedly massage your overworked hands.

However his most favored time spent with you is when you’re on a day off and that he would successfully persuade you into staying a little bit longer in bed with him. Just sleep until the afternoon, with limbs tangled against one another. He loves spooning his husband that takes care of him so dearly. Just feeling your back pressed against his chest while he’s nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck. Bliss. Utter bliss.

The two of you scream old married couple. Just two old geezers enjoying their lives. It’s really such a relaxing relationship. Being married to Jing Yuan is like a vacation from your problems and him being married to you is an adventure without the nauseating exhaustion.

Yanqing is inadvertently your child the moment you got married to your husband. And suffice to say, you were far more content in your life than you could ever imagine. Never have you felt the genuine happiness swell within you the moment you came home to the two of them cooking together. You still have a slightly motion blurred picture in your phone and neither of them know about it.

Overall the most chill househusband. But even in his passivity, you can feel the radiating warmth of love for you. He just… loves you so much that he’s more than willing to take care of you and the little family that you and him have created. He will wait for you by the door with his half-lidded gaze completely fixated on you with so much adoration. He’s lucky to have you.

You were used to the hectic mornings you often faced upon waking up. It was always a rush job in the morning, speeding through all your morning routine before finally leaving for work. But today was not that day. You could tell from the way the sunlight hit your eyelids. You always left just before the sun could even come up, but right now, you had other plans.

You wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for your husband. He had been working so hard all the time, taking care of you and Yanqing with no days off unlike you. You figured you could get the day started and surprise the both of them with some of your cooking prowess. Suddenly filled with the motivation, you sat up, ready to face the first hour of your time off work for a few days.

However, your plans were soon foiled when a strong arm hooked around your waist and immediately pulled you back down on the bed without even breaking a sweat. You sighed, looking off to the side to see one golden eye peering at you sleepily. Lips turning up into a smile, you shifted to fully face him.

“Can’t even let me make you some breakfast in bed, huh?” You teased with the same fondness as the very first day you and him got married.

A quiet grunt was all your lover gave, only to follow it up with his own gruff response a minute later, “While that sounds nice, I believe I can also reap benefits just from canoodling with my husband for let’s say… until the afternoon.”

Your hands were tied at that point, and with one last charming smile from your dozing husband, you dove into his arms, letting him press some kisses on your face before falling asleep, with you following after.

𐂂

BLADE

No one in this world knows how you managed to charm and marry Blade in the first place. Even his family considers you a miracle worker for bagging the hard to get man. You could only reminisce of the times he would give you the cold shoulder when you tried to ask him out. You were cringe but Blade somehow liked it.

Regardless, he’s one of the reluctant househusbands at first. Blade doesn’t like the feeling of not going out and making money like you. He believes that as long as he can, he will contribute to this relationship. It’s really adorable. And you were supportive of what he wants, but when he realized no one can take care of you while you’re busy being the breadwinner, he decided that he’ll take one for the team and take care of everything in the house instead.

He is meticulous in cleaning. Your house is always sparkling clean the moment you arrive at home. He’s constantly on the hunt for any dust that could taint your shared humble abode. He once read that an unclean house can cause sickness to the occupants, and he has never let a single dust touch a furniture ever since then. Your health is his priority and he will do everything in his power to keep you healthy.

You know what? Screw it, he wears his apron without a care too. He goes out of the house in a pink frilly apron you gifted him as a silly little joke and he’s not ashamed of it. Even Kafka’s incessant teasing isn’t enough to deter him from wearing it. You gave it to him and he loves it. That’s all that matters.

Surprisingly loved by your neighbors. In contrast to his gloomy disposition, he’s always seen around the market and with people’s tendency to draw closer to mysterious handsome men like him, let’s just say he’s managed to unintentionally charm your neighbors. Everyone calls you lucky for getting him, everyone calls him lucky for having a good husband that provides.

Really, he cares so little about the money you make. All he needs is your love and attention. It is imperative that you give him calls on certain times of the day, let him know that you’re still alive at the very least. It’s not like you can’t make do on such a promise either, you loved calling him just to take a break from work for a little while. Even just hearing his quiet grunts of agreement while you gossiped about your subordinates was enough.

He wakes you up… like really early. Super early. Like at least a few hours before you call in for work. His reason? To get enough time with you before you go to work. It’s adorable. You two could be just lounging at the balcony, sipping coffee or tea while you both watch the sunrise.

Speaking of which, with him comes a package. His aforementioned family. Kafka and Silver Wolf’s visits are a must. They are a part of him and now they are a part of you. Kafka could be dropping by just to chat and gossip with you (somehow both of you know a lot about people’s own businesses) or Silver Wolf would just barge in and hog all your game systems (she says no one plays them since you’re both old men so she gets the privilege). Either way you’re already used to it, and one guest room is always at the ready.

Getting married to Blade is honestly the best thing you’ve ever done in your life. You still don’t know how you pulled him, but with him resting on you while the both of you watched shows, showing you his vulnerability tells you that doing so is not an accident or a mistake.

“…Would it kill you to step back a little? It’s hard to cook.”

“But you’re so warm. So soft… so…”

Quite possibly out of all the forms of affections that you’ve expressed towards him, Blade finds your nosy hands cupping around his chest from under his clothes the least practical. Especially when you’re doing it while he’s cooking your breakfast before you’re off for work.

He flipped the omelet with ease despite his claims of difficulty just seconds ago. Of course, it wasn’t as hard when he’s standing still. But on times where he had to go get some things, you in your sleepy daze had to trudge behind him like a shadow just to persistently warm your incredibly cold hands.

Regardless, other than the difficulty in moving, Blade finds it even harder not to burn the kitchen down as his concentration dwindled with every kiss you pressed against his neck, unrelenting and incredibly soft, so filled with love in every individual peck that met his skin. His face turned a rather dark shade of scarlet while you busied yourself with him.

“Keep this up and you’re going to be late.”

“At least it’s extra time with you~” you cooed.

Blade only sighed before leaning against your back, using his free hand to softly knock into the side of your head as his form of half-assed discipline.

Well. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that extra time too.

𐂂

DAN HENG

He’s not so much as a reluctant househusband. In fact, he relishes in the idea of just staying home and doing his work there. He likes the comfort of being able to sit things out for once after having to look after his two gremlins for friends. However, he does want to make sure that you’re always safe when you’re working.

After a lot of reassurances, he finally decides that you can handle your own. He will compensate for it by taking an extremely good care of you and your shared home. And this man does not play around. He’s sort of like Blade, excelling at everything that needs to be done not just because, but it’s to keep you safe. He cooks you healthy meals and scrubs any dirt off the face of the world.

Easily one of the greatest househusbands in the list. Dan Heng has the right temperament and while he’s often aloof to most people, when it comes to you, you could already feel how he seems more lenient, a little softer on you.

He does all his work efficiently to get them over with as fast and as best as he can so he can have time to visit you in your work. If he knows he has time, count on your beloved husband to come and bring you some freshly cooked lunch in your office. Almost everyone in your company already knows who he is. He’s the elusive husband of the big boss, coming in just to bring you some lunch.

Speaking of which, might wanna keep your subordinates in check. Dan Heng is a looker, and the fact that he’s just as considerate, combined with his mysterious nature, people are bound to be more attracted to him. Though honestly, none of their little admiration could measure up to Dan Heng’s love for you.

In his eyes, you are the only one important, right next to his own family with Himeko and the rest. And he will do all that he can to make sure that you’re alright in any aspect of your life. However even with that dedication, it’s also your job to keep him intact. He focuses so much on you that he sometimes forgets to wind down.

Taking him out on something with a serene atmosphere usually does the trick. Bring tons of books to entertain yourselves, and if the stories get too old, you chat about things you have yet to tell each other. Dan Heng really appreciates the effort you put in, investing your time in him despite the fact that you’re running a conglomerate, but even then just a little gesture from you is enough for him to know how grateful you are for his own efforts as well.

Old married couple 2.0. March said so herself when she decided to barge into your home to show you her pictures from her recent travels. She and the raccoon are tied at the tally of visits. Often they just crash just to make sure Dan Heng hasn’t driven you insane yet with his very… unromantic nature. Safe to say March still couldn’t believe that dear old Dan Heng was the first to pop the question in tying the knot.

Speaking of unromantic, your husband does come off as one, often giving you practical solutions than giving you any words of comfort when you’re stressed. And perhaps it’s because you understood that’s his way of romancing you that you and him ended up married in the first place.

Exhaustion was more of a friend than a foe after having to bury yourself in the tower stacks of paperwork. It’s times like these that you had to wonder if running the family company is even worth it.

“I’m too tired to driiiiive,” you whined, looking at the spreadsheets in exasperation.

And as if he had a sixth sense, a knock on your door was heard and you gave the green light with little regard for the person behind the door. You then looked up and almost cried at the sight of your beautiful husband, with two coffees in hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” it was all he had to say to prompt what little motivation you had left in your system, letting your sluggish self spring back to life. You bound to him with a grateful smile on your face and greeted him with an embrace.

You took one cup from him and graced him with a kiss on his cheek, “Hang on, let me get some take home work. I need to at least finish a good third of this.”

Your poor husband was a lot more worried than he could let on with his stoic face — seeing you on the ropes, completely hard at work and barely functioning at the sheer exhaustion was almost enough to tempt him into stopping you from bringing home your work. Alas, he supported you regardless and only thought to compensate for your extra work with an even better dinner.

“Anything you want for tonight?” He asked, thoughtful as always.

“Mmm… chicken fried rice?”

“Chicken fried rice it is.”

𐂂

CAELUS

Not a single soul expected for this man to get married. Everyone thought he’d just end up on the streets willingly, constantly rummaging through trash can after trash can, falling in love with one and settling down with it in his own odd way. Surprise surprise, he is now a househusband that digs through the high end trash cans placed inside your shared home.

Quite frankly, if Caelus was being honest, he also did not expect to trip into you and quite literally fall in love. And for you to reciprocate it. He always thought you two were just the best of friends, with you supporting his hobbies with little to no judgment. So imagine his surprise that he keeps feeling every time he wakes up right next to you (and right next to his five foot pillow of a trashcan, but it’s a separate affair on its own).

Moving aside your husband’s very odd addiction of living the life of a trash panda, Caelus is actually a pretty decent househusband. His specialities are mostly the meals he makes for you. They’re always so delicious and is often the highlight of your day even without him around.

He’s very active around the neighborhood and is always armed with the latest news around town. The other stay at home spouses love him. And you were quite surprised to find out that he’s far more connected in the very place you both live in than you could ever be. When you’re free, you’d sometimes accompany him to the market and somehow end up staying very late because a lot of people recognize him and seem to want to chat with him.

Caelus parades you around as his beloved husband and people are just dropping jaws when they realize you have definitely been interviewed in one of those famous magazines about businesses and all that jazz.

Surprisingly, just like Sampo, Caelus is your man when it comes to spending wisely and learning how to haggle. He knows his way around almost everything and even you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself of fishing out such a dashing man that is wise in finances. Good man, honestly.

One fact about him that you like are his skills in caring for children. There’s something so wonderfully domestic whenever you would come home early and see him playing with the children — Hook and Clara, if you can recall. He’s mostly just babysitting for them on days that he’s not completely hammered to death with housework.

His favorite thing to do with you is grocery shopping at night. Just the two of you cruising around every aisle, more often than not, you’d push the cart with him in it getting gradually buried by every item you decided to purchase. It’s a good way to spend some time together while getting something productive done. And perhaps coax you into buying a little more food than you and him intended in the first place. Dan Heng always advices you not to be too swayed by your husband antics… but it’s clearly not working.

Caelus is a silly little man, with his weird eccentric jokes and his equally strange fascination for all things related to trash cans. But it’s probably because of this that you found yourself enamored. He is your respite in the suffocating world of your workforce. He pushes you in situations you never thought would be fun unless he was with you.

“If you loved me, you would’ve gotten ten more boxes of cookies.”

“And if you loved me, you wouldn’t be willingly burying yourself in that cart instead of helping me pick between chocolate or strawberry milk.” You quipped back with a snarky grin, not even bothering to look at your childish husband who continued to be sprawled out in the cart at ten in the evening while you shopped.

Caelus pouted, you always did make good points. It’s why he could never win an argument against you. Or maybe he could… if he wasn’t so completely smitten at the sight of you. You were always seen as the dignified boss of your company, dressed in three piece suits that could suffocate anyone and their wallet.

But here you were, dressed in a loose shirt (likely one of his just judging from the fit) and some pair of joggers that you haphazardly threw on.

Absolutely breathtaking.

He lent out a hand to reach for the carton of flavored milk that you finally chose, adding it onto the pile. He waited until you were at the end of the cart, getting ready to muscle your way through pushing an incredibly heavy cart, courtesy of your husband.

Caelus looked up at you, “Don’t I at least get a kiss for helping out?”

“Cae, I’m dying from pushing you. How ‘bout we entertain that incentive once you got out of the cart and started helping me, hm?”

Maybe he’s just a simp, but how could he deny his demanding husband’s whims?

𐂂

WELT YANG

This old man is the definition of a reluctant retiree. Well, it’s not actually a retirement for him. He still gets to be the voice of reason, only that he won’t actually personally animating. Who’s to blame? You. To be accurate, this old man officially decided to step down from his hands-on job as an animator so he can be a househusband. You’re a priority after all, and only the heavens know how bad you need to be taken care of.

Welt joins the ranks of a godly househusband. He knows his way around almost every single thing that needs to get fixed. His cooking? Top tier. His housework game? Absolute perfection. Floors are swept, counters are wiped and dusted, sheets and clothes are washed and pressed. He is perfect.

And on top of that, he still manages to balance his work from home as the consultant for any new anime that is about to be produced and can still care for you without even breaking a sweat. Old man Welt is always pulling through.

So let’s get this out of the way — actual old married couple. Not just vibes. You two are old men who look at the screen with squinted eyes. Well, only Welt does that while you laugh at him and then proceed to forget where you placed your own phone despite being on it just a few minutes ago.

Regardless, you live a much more balanced life, just two husbands cruising through life with little worries. You live on a good neighborhood, living comfortably and get a lot of visits from yours and Welt’s friends/family. Most of which are from the trio and Himeko. You and Welt always host these family dinners on weekends where everyone is free. Life is good.

However despite all the glamour of living a comfortable life in this marriage, there is one glaring difference between you and Welt — mostly it’s the fact that you have worse time management than he does and often gets the short end of the stick, always pummeled to death with your paperwork that could leave anyone in a fit of raw despair. Welt looked at your work the one time you left to answer a phone call from office and shuddered at the heavy load.

Welt is essentially your clock when it’s time to unwind from work. You have a tendency to overwork at times and it’s something that Welt always makes sure to keep an eye out for. He just wants what’s best for you, and oftentimes, what’s best is for you is to finally get some shuteye after suffering through another overnight that you pulled.

Also, there is an unspoken rule of not letting any man with long blonde hair inside your home. It’s just a house rule. The top of all other house rules in fact, as it takes the most priority in fulfilling.

Regardless, Welt is so… househusband-shaped. He knows what to do as one and does a damn good execution of it all. Maybe it’s because of his compassionate self that you were quick to fall for the old man. He didn’t even have to try and show off, all he had to do was be himself and you’d still give him the world with every penny you’ve earned from your job.

A taut frown tugged onto Welt’s lips as he squinted on the labels from the spices that Himeko sent from her recent overseas trip. Not that he didn’t trust his good friend’s tastes in any form of flavor, it’s only that he wanted to make sure none of it had any ingredient that could probably send you into an anaphylactic shock. Yes, he is this meticulous when it comes to you.

Alas, his cautiousness grants no extra clear sight in viewing the labels and he struggled, holding them in different proximities. Are the characters really that small intentionally or are they so incoherent because they manufacturers made an error in the sizing the font before printing it on the packaging.

Fortunately for him, you came into the rescue as you plucked the packaging from his hands. Welt didn’t need to look up to see the same smug smile plastered on your face whenever you’d catch him doing the same thing to his phone. Well, he loved looking at you so he did it nonetheless.

“Having trouble again, old man?” You teased and Welt only had to sigh in response. “Is this from Himeko’s package?”

Your endeared husband nodded, “Of course. I had to see what else she gave us. And I’m looking over the ingredients so I can keep you out of the hospital as best as I can.” He turned to the stove and lowered the heat. “Now kindly read it for me, dear.”

You only nodded, flipping over the packet, “Sure thing.”

There was a silence that followed, with Welt expecting you to run your mouth about the ingredients already. He looked back to you…

…And saw you squinting at the same bundle of text that he’s been staring at.

Welt scoffed, playful and light in nature, “And you call me old.”

“It’s the manufacturer’s fault…!!”

#you’d think i learned my lesson after doing the shivers with 8 characters. but nope. Here we are with seven.#OOH. now i wanna make an hsr men version of the shivers scenario thingy that i made for the tall genshin men #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #gepard x male reader #sampo x male reader #jing yuan x male reader #blade x male reader #dan heng x male reader #caelus x male reader #welt yang x male reader

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Is it Canon or Fanon?

A little over a week ago, I received a very thought-provoking ask that wondered whether the Fenton parents could be considered good parents after everything they've done throughout the show. I did leave a response to that ask, and you can find the original answer here. But even afterwards, it had me thinking:

Why did we start depicting Jack and Maddie as Bad Parents to begin with?

I aim to answer this question through canon evidence to see where this argument might have come from. Now, something to keep in mind is that we still tend to ignore canon a lot of the time, so there may be some people who won't take this meta to mean all that much anyways. But for the purpose of fanfiction, we have to acknowledge that there needs to be an in-universe explanation to these events and sadly, the 'it's a Butch Hartman show' or 'it's an early 2000s cartoon' excuses don't really cut it.

So let's start with some basic stats. There are 49 episodes to the Danny Phantom cartoon (we will not be using the Graphic Novel, A Glitch in Time, for examples); 20 for the first season, 17 for the second, and 12 for the third. If you looked this up on Google, you might notice that these numbers don't line up with the episode list provided. This is because I counted any two-part episodes as one for convenience's sake. Season 2 has three two-parters: "Reign Storm", "The Ultimate Enemy", and "Reality Trip". Season 3 has "Phantom Planet".

Jack appears for 43 of those episodes, although he does not have any speaking lines in the episode, "Frightmare". Maddie, on the other hand, appears in 40 episodes. The three episodes that Maddie does not appear in, but Jack does, are as follows: "Memory Blank", "Flirting With Disaster", and "Double Cross My Heart".

Let's Start with Season 1:

"Mystery Meat": Jack is shown as dismissive to Danny and his friends' preferences, telling them, "True, I've never seen a ghost, but when I do, I'll be prepared. And so will you, whether you want to be or not." Later on, when Sam and Tucker are visibly shaking and Danny is panting from exhaustion, he doesn't realize something is off about this. When Jazz offers to drive Danny to school, the Fenton parents quickly assume that she's a ghost and go off to track them down... even despite her previous argument that she was mentally an adult (should I be concerned that Jazz called Danny an 'abused, unwanted wretch' to make a point to their parents?) A POINT TO MADDIE, she worried about hurting Jazz if she really wasn't a ghost but Jack quickly dismisses that, as their ghost-hunting device only hurts when gets into human hair (spoiler alert, it gets into Jazz's hair). She also insists that Danny is not a ghost, but unfortunately she ultimately doesn't try to stop Jack when he insist Jazz is a ghost. Standing aside and letting abuse play out does not mean Maddie is innocent of hurting her daughter too.

"Fanning the Flames": When Jazz and Danny are struggling to study for an upcoming test, Jack decides that they should put their kids into the 'Fenton Stockades' which is basically an iron maiden. And yes, the Fentons have an entire floor that is meant to torture people. I feel like that should probably be addressed at some point. A POINT TO MADDIE, she stood her ground and refused to let him put their children inside, and even locks him inside instead.

"Teacher of the Year": After hearing displeasing news about the state of Danny's grades in a parent-teacher conference, Maddie lectures Danny by saying, "Get this straight Danny. You're a Fenton. Fentons get As. Or in your father's case, B minuses." Before this, when Danny tried to explain himself, Jack shuts him up with, "Now that's enough of your sass talk mister." Do a lot of parents act like this? Yes. Does that make this a good, conductive way to help your child improve their grades? No, it does not. In fact, Maddie's response in particular probably reinforces the idea that Danny doesn't fit in with the rest of his family and further proves that Jazz is the favorite child. Not a great parenting moment.

"Fright Knight": In this episode, Jack tells Danny, "If I didn't consider it a sign of weakness, I'd weep with joy!" Not a very promising sign when a parent tells their child that it's wrong to show emotion. It's especially telling, however, when it's crying from joy and not even sadness. Yikes.

"13": This is the episode where Jazz 'dates' Johnny briefly, and we see Danny stalking them on their dates. I've seen people give Danny a decent amount of flack for that as well, so this would be a good time to say that the Fenton parents were there too and even encouraged him to keep stalking his sister. Danny was wrong to ignore Jazz's privacy like that, but he definitely learned it somewhere.

"Public Enemies": Here we see more of the Fenton parents' aggression towards ghosts. We get a line from Jack: "I'm gonna tear that ghost kid apart into a million different-" Notice something here? He recognizes that Phantom is a ghost 'kid' and yet still fully intends to shoot at him with the intent to hurt if not straight-up kill him. The only time Maddie disagrees with him is to insist that she does the dirty work because she has better aim than him. These are not the type of people you should let children stay with.

"Maternal Instincts": Okay, I gotta say it, this is a really cute episode. We get to see Maddie reminiscing over how close she and Danny used to be and wishing they had that bond again. Unfortunately she does get some points docked off for deciding what they should do as a bonding activity instesd of asking what Danny wanted to do and maybe learning more about his interests and who he is as a person now that he's a teenager. But there is this really sweet moment where Maddie tells Danny 'I love you' at the campsite which absolutely melted my heart and then later on when she saves Danny from the ghosts, Danny tells her she's awesome and gives her a hug. So sweet. But then she kinda ruins it by asking her son to act as a distraction and- Please do not ask your teenage children to keep skeevy old guys 'entertained' when you know he's a creep. A POINT TO JACK, while all this is going on he's defending his daughter and even shouts, "Back off, she's a minor!" That's some Dr. Doofenshmirtz energy right there, I respect it. He also talks about making Jazz an action figure, which was a really cute moment amidst the chaos.

"The Million Dollar Ghost": This episode is filled with some great Danny-Jack bonding moments and goes to show how much Danny cares about his father that he's willing to get caught to make Jack feel better about himself. We also get to see how much Jack cares about how Danny views him and he wants to be someone in Danny's eyes. Unfortunately, this is the episode where Danny gets lectured for not doing all his lab chores, such as cleaning the beakers and changing the ecto-filtrator- despite knowing that the portal could blow up if they don't change in time and knowing that Danny is bad at cleaning his own room. And we literally get a scene where Jack knocks something over and tells Danny to clean it up because he was too busy running around to do it himself. Is it important to give children chores? Yes, it teaches them responsibility. You should not be asking them to deal with hazardous, dangerous chemicals that can literally cause an explosion capable of killing people. Something to keep in mind.

Now let's look at Season 2:

"Doctor's Disorders": In this lovely (sarcasm) episode, we have Jack saying to Danny's face: "Poor Jazz. She's always been my favorite." I don't feel like this one needs much more explanation for how horrible this is. Also, this isn't really too relevant to the bad-parent-thing and more to the "they wouldn't take Danny's reveal well under other circumstances" thing, because Maddie literally says to Tucker: "Everybody knows humans can't have ghost powers." Which would technically, probably, dehumanize Danny in their eyes.

"Identity Crisis": There's one line in particular in this episode I wanted to point out, which is from Jack where he says, "Safety features? Why, safety features are for punks." ...I know this is probably supposed to be a joke, but when you think about it, it's even worse than you might think. In fanon we do tend to stress how forgetful the Fentons are when it comes to lab safety, but it's one thing to forget and it's a whole other thing to purposefully dismiss it. I could even argue that we're doing the Fentons a service by characterizing them as simply forgetful.

"The Fenton Menace": This is one of the episodes I referenced in the original ask as well, for its... plethora of concerning material. There are lines such as, "Whether it's air land or sea I won't stop until we capture a ghost and tear it apart. Molecule by molecule." A POINT TO MADDIE, she told her family she loved them by saying, "Nothing like spending quality family time with the people you love." However she immediately loses those points when she and Jack attempt to 'spin the crazy' out of Danny. The episode transcript reveals Danny's reaction to this, which is described by, "Danny screaming, his face and hair flying around. Zoom out to show him strapped to a table, which is attached to a metal arm. Zoom out to show the metal arm connected to a centrifuge-like device on the ceiling." As well as, "Danny is shaking, hair sticking up with bags under his eyes." Is this supposed to be a joke? I wouldn't know because quite frankly, I'm not laughing.

"The Fright Before Christmas": So in this episode we learn why Danny hates Christmas! Which is because he got peed on by a dog. As a baby. What kind of parent lets their baby get peed on by a dog? Again, child neglect is a criminally punishable offense, and if they had left him out, in the cold, with dog piss on him, we could have had a lot bigger problems here. They also ignore both their children for most of this episode due to their arguing, although they go back later on and tell Danny that he shouldn't be alone for Christmas and where was all this concern before?

"Secret Weapons": Ah... This is the episode where it happens. Here we get the infamous interaction. Please note how a ghost is referred to as an 'it'. Not a person, not even a kid. But an 'it' that can feel pain that will go ignored.

Jazz: "Does it hurt the ghost?" Maddie: [laughs] "Oh, Jazz! You know your father and I don't care about that. Jack: "Yeah! If we hear it scream, then we know it's working."

"Micro-Management": At the very end of this episode, Jack makes a comment to Danny, "I'm so proud. Our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president. Here's to you son." Clearly it's meant to be a compliment, but I don't know about you guys, but I wouldn't take this as a compliment.

"Masters of All Time": This one takes a more distressing turn, because after Maddie catches Danny for snooping around, she has his strapped down to a table and fires a laser at him to interrogate him, thinking he's a ghost (though the laser doesn't hit him, just threatens him, which... isn't much better). And this is after he's already insisted that he's her son. He is still very clearly a child, and even if she doesn't believe that he's her son (for admittedly understandable reasons, people usually remember when they bear children), the fact that she strapped him to a table at all does not look favorably on her. Especially when he very clearly believed that she was his mother, and he was her son. And she still did this to him. Yes, there were time shenanigans involved, but that doesn't make this any easier on Danny just because he knows the truth.

"Reality Trip": This episode showcases that the Fenton parents can actually be decent parents. While they have a hard time believing the truth at first, they do eventually accept it. However, it is still important to remember that Danny could have never known what their reaction would be, so his fear is understandable and rooted in real concern for his life. Here are some of the best points from this transcript:

Jack: "Imagine, our own son has had ghost powers all this time and has kept them a secret from us. [confused] But we love him! [turning to Maddie] I wonder why he didn't trust us enough to tell us." Jazz: "[sarcastically] Hmm, let me guess. [mimicking Jack] "Hey, Maddie, let's destroy the ghost!" [mimicking Maddie] "No, Jack, let's dissect the ghost." [mimicking Jack again] "I know, let's catch the ghost and rip it apart molecule by molecule!" [normal voice, sarcastic again] You guys are so understanding." [Jack and Maddie drop their gazes, ashamed.]

Moving onto Season 3:

"Eye for an Eye": This is more a passing mention, but Jack seems to be a little obsessed with the GIW and huge fans of their work, and you do see it some more in "Livin' Large" later on in the season as well.

"Girls' Night Out": We see Jack trying to make an effort with Danny in this episode again. I did point out in the original ask reply that Jack was obviously trying to be a good father for Danny, which definitely deserves some points. However, it is still important to point out how generally uninterested Danny was in the bonding activity. It goes back to how Maddie ignored the chance to give Danny a choice, and how dismissive they tend to be towards him. I still want to award Jack a point for looking for advice from 'Father/Son Relationships For Stupids!' but I do so half-heartedly. Their interactions in this episode definitely reek with discomfort, but considering everything that has gone down in between now and "The Million Dollar Ghost", that does make sense.

"Torrent of Terror": This is another instance of extreme lack of safety precautions- the airbags don't deploy? In the GAV??? Somewhere out there, OSHA is crying.

"Forever Phantom": Maddie and Jack show a lot of anti-Phantom rhetoric in this episode. So this tracks how uncomfortable and/or threatened Danny might feel at home. Some examples include:

Jack: "He keeps this up he's liable to make people forget he's nothing but a putrid rancid ball of self-aware protoplasm."

Maddie: "Don't be fooled sweetie. He's up to something. Remember that time he attacked the mayor? Or stole everyone's Christmas presents? Once a filthy ghost always a filthy ghost."

"Livin' Large": Something to remember, the GIW intend to fire a missile into the Ghost Zone after gaining access to the Fentons' portal. While they didn't have the password right away, it cannot be understated that the Fentons basically gave away their house in exchange for wealth. Thankfully the missile was just a fake and not a real weapon of mass destruction, but do not mistake this to mean that- had it been real- the GIW wouldn't have gone through with it. And the Fenton parents would have been just as responsible.

And that concludes our canon research for this argument! Let's wrap things up with some stats. Of the 49 episodes in the show, we have evidence in 21 episodes. That is roughly 43% of the show, and this does not include comments that Danny has made about his parents and how they treat him. Obviously, at the end of the day, human error is possible. There is always a chance that I could have missed another piece of information, or perhaps another thoughtful addition to this list. However, 43% is no laughing matter.

Yes, the Fenton parents had their shining moments, but with all the other evidence presented that overshadows those little gems, can you confidently say that they are good parents? And most of all, if you were in Danny's shoes, would you say the same thing?

It's easy to excuse this as a cartoon. When you're writing in this world, playing with these characters, that excuse instantly evaporates.

Thank you for reading, I hope you all learned something about the Fenton parents like I did.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #jack fenton #maddie fenton #fanon vs canon #character analysis #show analysis

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Thank you to everyone on the miraculous fanworks discord for brainstorming this thing with me.

So, the idea behind the au (which was spawned from a train of thought that's perfectly coherent to me but I'm not going to try to explain it) is that all the sentibeings created by Emilie and everyone after her are modeled as living inanimate objects (or rather, animate objects) instead of organics- Duusu's too incoherent to tell them that they can make humans.

From here there's multiple variants about how it all goes down but this is what I'm going with:

Emilie instead decided to focus on being a good cool aunt and/or godmother to kids that already exist. Like her good friend Andre's daughter, who seemed to be having a rough time of it and didn't really have any equal playmates or adults to pay attention to her. Since Emilie can only do so much and be around so often, she decided to use the peacock to make Chloe a little shoulder angel- so she wound up making Adrien anyway, as a plush cat. (He's mentally about the same age as Chloe with whatever voice coming out of his mouth reflecting that, but slightly more mature by design.) After a month or so preparing Adrien, she sneakily left him with Chloe and just let the two bond naturally. (The amok is a golden bell which she put in a box in the safe- Gabriel knows about it and knows what it is and while he didn't really understand why she did any of this he respected her decisions.)

Now, Amelie and Colt found out about this and Colt naturally insisted he be allowed to make himself a son. Colt does not have any imagination whatsoever so he just copies what Emile did, so his son is a plush cat. Duusu's still in no state to tell him that he could've made a human boy. Colt hates his son just as much as Amelie decided to love him. Felix is quite possibly more miserable than in canon.

Meanwhile, Tomoe, who IS creative, made Kagami as a life size porcelain doll, (think Battle Angel Alita)

So that way Kagami could be a fencing prodigy just the way Tomoe wants her to be. Her life is the least different between the three, but she is fully aware she's not human and hides her face in public.

As for how the plot goes down:

Adrien and Chloe grow up together, the list of people who know about Adrien being alive is pretty short but it does include anybody close to Chloe, so Andre, Sabrina, and even Marinette. He had some bad experiences early on (falling asleep out in the open in Chloe's room and getting put in the washing machine by staff because he was dusty, for instance. It wouldn't hurt, he can't really feel anything worse than extreme discomfort, but it would still be scary.) so he tries to avoid being seen at all by people he doesn't already know if he can help it.

Since Chloe can accurately be described as a good person now, having multiple people in her life care how she turns out did wonders, she passes Fu's test and is chosen to be the black cat. He slips the box into her purse (where Adrien also happens to be).... but she never finds out. Debris from Stoneheart smacks her in the head and she's knocked completely unconscious. Adrien and the box go tumbling out of her bag- since Chloe obviously can't wield the ring this way, and it's not like Fu ever tells him anything anyway, as the only conscious sapient being in the area Plagg gives Adrien the rundown and tells him how to transform, telling him that there will be a partner and that partner will have the power to reverse all the damage, so Chloe will be fine.

The transformation fully changes Adrien so that, for all intents and purposes, while he's transformed as Chat Noir he is a human (plus some cat features) and has no visible differences from how he looks in canon. (The same will go for Argos and Ryuko.)

Fu never double checks anything so going forward he thinks that Chloe is Chat Noir and just has some gender stuff going on. He's never around for any instances where Chloe and Chat Noir would be in the same physical space at the same time that couldn't be explained by other phenomena. He'd probably have a conniption if he found out the truth.

#miraculous ladybug #my art #sentimuppets au #and now back to that other thing i was doing

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Fluffy Socks for Dano and Gotham Riddlers. We know the canon ones, but what about Finnieverse's? Do they have any extras untold?

Destructive Habits

Riddler Headcanons finnieverse akhkjhasd ;-; ANYWAY yeah i had a few already but it was fun thinking up some more for them (also i did all the beans i had hcs for related to this oops!) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some sexual things! mostly just discussions about problematic behaviour and thoughts

arkham

i don't include it in a lot of my stuff, but i imagine he excessively smokes, like an inordinate and "how are you not dead yet" amount

he's got that obvious tendency towards alienating people, pushing them away so he can't be forced to experience feelings

i know he says that he makes himself perfectly nutritionally balanced meals, but that's such a weird thing to say unless you're an idiot who refuses to admit that they forget to eat, which he does, all the time

and he doesn't get enough sleep, on purpose. it's become like a game to him. how long can he go this time?

gotham

he's obviously got a tendency to be clingy and obsessive, but i imagine it could get to a point where it becomes co-dependency, which isn't great when it's someone who doesn't even know you exist

ignoring his mental health is also a bit of an issue for him. like he's either unable to recognise that he needs help or admitting that his very intelligent brain might have something that needs to be fixed would be too difficult

i also wouldn't put it past him to engage in impulsive/wreckless behaviours without thinking them through, just to see if he can do that. he'd usually so proper and organised, which he's been mocked for before. so the temptation to just go wild is there

young justice

oh my sweet beloved, so smart and ambitious. and yet, he suffers from the worst efforts in procrastination, mostly because he's afraid of failure so he'd rather put off doing something that complete it and do it wrong, let it be schrodinger's task

he's also very bad for being negative about himself to the point where those views have been ingrained in his little head and he believes them wholeheartedly

capullo

the man is a walking destructive habit, but let's start with his proclivity for engaging in risky sexual behaviours, so sex with people he barely knows, sex without protection, ignorance towards sexual health and sti testing, practising kinks without the knowledge or patience. it's a nightmare

he's also a fan of forced incompetence, preferring to act like he can't do anything so that someone else has to wait on him every minute of the day

look, i don't like it, but i think he would cheat on partners, especially if he was in a happy relationship. anything to make sure that he's not pleased in life, y'know?

which, related to that, he just hurts people he loves, or that he could love. that purposeful isolation in a bid to avoid all feelings he isn't comfortable with, which are all the positive ones, unforuntately

dano

oh, the sweet baby has been lured in by gambling and gaming, and for him they go hand in hand. he'll get lost in a video game for hours, dedicating his life to it. and he'll waste a lot of money on it, just to get better or to have the newest skins/upgrades etc. and in life, he gamifies everything, to the point where he'll waste time, money and effort on things that he should be able to just leave alone or ignore. and with the lootbox culture, he's found himself also intrigued by gambling, which he's certain you can be good at. it doesn't come down to luck, apprently

he'll ignore happiness in order to wallow in self-pity, because he's more comfortable with that. he knows what he's doing when he's at home, moping around and lamenting about how no one loves him or cares for him. trying to find love or affection is scary, so he won't do it

and, a typical chronically online boy, he is addicted to doom-scrolling. he'll purposefully seek out horrible news and avoid the good stuff, and he'll compare himself to everyone else he sees online just to bolster the self-pity and poor self-image

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #riddler #the riddler

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New to the find us alive fandom and you kinda seem like you know a lot about it so um

Got any fanfic recommendations

all of these are on ao3 because that's where i get my fanfixtion, but i'm sure you could find some others on fanfiction.net or wattpad! that said there's only 39 fics on ao3 as far as i've found (i went to the SCP tag and filtered "find us alive" as a term) gonna throw this under a readmore

ok, so we don't have very long fics in the fandom yet, but a lot of fans have made a lot of one shots, so here's some notable authors and my favorite from each:

Apreedulure - lots of mostly fluffy short fics, plays with some AU ideas like superheroes, or like, canon-parallel AUs where like, two characters are secretly married or something lmao, also i think has the current longest fic in the fandom on ao3?

Painted walls Rating: Gen Ships: Harlanc (implied) Summary: Dr. Lancaster and his team scheme behind Director Alves’ back Flufftober Day 6: Corn Maze

Bandtrees - fucking angsty ass, i do not partake in their writing because i have trouble with the content, but i'll recommend their longest fic if you're into that

Somebody Will Help Bandage It Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Ships: Harlanc Summary: Head dropping limply into a bloody hand, Harley groaned into his palm - the smell of copper didn’t help his racing thoughts, the unfortunate memories it felt these days like the only purpose of his existence was to try to distract himself from. In the bare bones survival objective Site-107 found itself in, nobody was clambering for more speeches about the Body Code, nobody needing tests transcribed or reports read on air - Edmund Harley’s only reason for being, at this point, was to rot in the ground and wonder where his life went wrong. -- Lancaster breaks Harley. Klein and Love try to pick up enough pieces for the both of them.

mabi_lune - 2 hurt/comfort Harlanc fics and the fwuffy one that's my jam

the drive back Rating: Gen Ships: Harlanc (pre-ship) Summary: Before everything, Lancaster drives Harley home after a New Year's party at Site-107.

Reeamathemage - lots of short character introspectives, or just small emotional moments

Taco Tuesday Rating: Gen Ships: RaddLove Summary: They finally get out. Then they have tacos about it.

with these authors pointed out, i'm gonna throw in some other fics i enjoyed!

Our Love is Written in the Stars by Mushymushroomy Rating: Gen Ships: Harlanc Summary: A quiet night in the communications office

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me by sleepylea Rating: Gen Warnings: Alcohol, Drunkenness Ships: Harlanc Summary: Based on the scene from episode 00 where Lancaster puts a drunk Harley to bed. Harley doesn't remember what he said last night, but waking up with Lancaster’s coat and a bad feeling in his gut, he knows he has to find out. Title from I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier

The Observer by TheSaintElectric Rating: Gen Summary: “The feeling of being connected to the cameras grew after moving to England. I felt so in tune with them and how they worked: what areas they covered, how people moved from one camera to another, and where the blind spots were, that they started to feel like part of me. I’d developed a hunger for watching.” Or Statement of Ingrid Raddagher, regarding their career as a surveillance officer

Behind closed doors by greeniebeany Rating: Mature Ships: RaddLove Summary: She drug her hands dramatically down her face, pulling her lower eyelids with them. Love huffed, pushing a loose piece of hair off her forehead with the indigent puff of air. “I can’t just tell you what to say, it doesn't work like that!” Love and Radd spend some time together after hours.

also here's my fic

Redbull, Company, and Sleep by kurobook Rating: Gen Warnings: Alcohol, Drunkenness Ships: Harlanc (pre-ship) Summary: A short what-if from ep 00, on some things from Lancaster's perspective.

Anyways hope you enjoy! And don't be afraid to write something too <3

#fua #find us alive #scp fua #scp find us alive #kuro answers #anon #read more

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Part 3 of scenes from utsukare eternal!! This is less favorite scenes now and just bits that I remember enjoying, so that I can come back and reminisce about the movie in the however-many-months before it comes out on DVD.

I’m very sorry to anyone who wants a more cohesive view of the movie, my brain is too chaotic to do a step by step summary, but @anotherblblog did an actual recap/summary. My posts are more like a diary of my own scattered thoughts, because I’m used to my tumblr posts being basically just me talking to myself.

Once again, SPOILER WARNING

First of all, and I’m not putting this on the list officially, but just Kiyoi’s outfits in general!! Stunning, amazing fashion as usual, he’s just gorgeous and his clothes are amazing. Also Anna’s costumes were also fantastic- the monochrome black, widow-ish looks really suited her!

1. Kiyoi and Anna’s manager being incredibly overworked all the time. That man never stops scrambling around frantically, it’s honestly kinda hilarious but also I feel bad for him. I mean he did have to deal with 2 serious “scandals” in a very short amount of time, including Anna with her boyfriend and then a fake scandal of Anna and Kiyoi dating, plus they don’t seem to have any other staff other than the boss dealing with the two actors (kind of bad planning if you ask me, especially given how famous Anna supposedly is).

2. Kind of part of one of my previous favorite scenes- when Anna and her boyfriend are reuniting, Anna is hiding at first and then Hira or Noguchi (Hira’s cameraman boss) tells the boyfriend something like “there’s someone here who wants to see you/talk with you” and the camera pans dramatically to some tulle curtains beautifully draped over an entranceway. And you think it’s gonna be Anna appearing out of the fabric but then Kiyoi just pokes his head out with the cutest expression. And when I tell you the disappointment and wtf energy on the boyfriend’s face was so strong 😂. But then Kiyoi is just like- oh sorry- and shuffles over awkwardly to stand next to Hira so that Anna could get her proper dramatic entrance. It was so cute.

3. The opening scene. Beautifully pastel scene of Hira and Kiyoi waking up (naked) in their bed, and Hira rolling over to cuddle Kiyoi, complete with kind of hazy/dreamy lighting, calming atmospheric music, and a tulle curtain/veil thing covering both of them to add to the dreamlike feel. Some people in the mydramalist comments didn’t like the veil thing, because it was kind of just functioning as a call back to a scene in the series and didn’t actually serve a purpose or make any sense in the movie 😅. And that’s a valid point, but honestly I’m perfectly fine with doing things purely for the aesthetics. Sometimes, artistic choices aren’t super logical lol. It was a beautiful scene, and frankly it’s not too far fetched to me that Hira and Kiyoi might cover themselves with a pretty curtain like that while sleeping together simply for the vibes 👍

4. Hira and Kiyoi apartment hunting together 😭😭 Although obviously Hira’s house is the best, it was so cute to see them going around together thinking about the things they needed in a home (Kiyoi’s list including a bathtub I think, referencing the earlier bathtub steamy scene 🫢). It was so cute how Hira zooms into the kitchen to test out how cooking for them would feel, acting out looking into the living room area to make sure he would be able to see Kiyoi while making food! The domestic fluff!! I’m so soft 🥺

5. Okay I know that Anna’s obsessive fan turned out to be awful later, but I honestly really liked his and Hira’s introduction. It was painfully awkward, but the way they bonded over their shared fan interests and devotion to their idols was honestly really sweet, and then how they cautiously shook hands afterwards- I was kind hoping Hira would gain a friend with a similar personality to him, but instead he gained an enemy that he would later try to murder for hurting Kiyoi and then subsequently almost be murdered by. So that’s fun 🙃

#utsukushii kare eternal #utsukushii kare #美しい彼 #my beautiful man #my beautiful man: eternal

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scribblestatic · 6 months

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More chubby boy brainrot (tw fat shaming, just in case)

I can't believe I haven't been putting these under the long post separators, I'm so sorry lol

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Izuku squints his eyes closed as the kiss lands on his nose. A flourish of tingling later, and the burning sensation on his face is gone. He feels a bit of energy drain from him, but otherwise, he feels just fine.

"Well, that should do it. Here, have a little sugar. Looking at your medical records, it's alright in moderation."

"Oh, thank you..." Izuku looks at her computer. "Uhm, I noticed that people tend to get tired after you kiss them...uhm...why is that?"

"Hmm? Ah, it's because my quirk heightens a person's natural regenerative processes. So, to heal you, I'm using the energy you already have. Although, no one should take it too far--getting too excessively injured can override your body's healing energy, so even a kiss won't save you. Be careful, alright dearie?"

She pops a candy into Izuku's waiting hand as he nods quickly in agreement.

"...But...I guess..." He scratches at his cheek. "Why...maybe because the injury was so light..."

"Hmm..." The elderly woman tilts her head slightly as she thinks. "I'm not so sure about that. You have hyperthyroidism...while that causes the weight gain, sweating, and heat intolerance, you also have more DNA-synthesizing connective-tissue cells and shorter cell cycles. I wouldn't call it a benefit in the least, only that it can explain why my kisses don't make you too drowsy."

Izuku blinks, looking down at his hand, still holding the candy. If he looks closer, he can see the slight pale scars from previous wounds he'd gotten due to bullying.

Even back then, he found that bruises would fade with time, and he'd develop scabs pretty quickly if he got cuts. He'd also injured his fingertips during the exam, but Recovery Girl's kiss at that time made it as though such a thing never happened at all. So, part of the thing they were bullying him for also allowed him to recover faster.

"Don't take healing a little faster as an excuse to get hurt, young man," she says sternly, her gaze sent in a frown.

"O-Of course. Thank you."

He then pops the candy into his mouth, letting it dissolve on his tongue. It is quite tasty, like butterscotch, but with a more powdery sensation to it.

After giving his thanks, he leaves and heads back to class, sadly having to leave behind Eraser Head's signature. Though, Izuku understands why, since a particularly crafty student could possibly do bad things with it.

By the end of the day, he's practically glowing with delight.

Sure, there were a few hiccups, like being in class with Kacchan and realizing All Might's teaching at the school (not that these things aren't totally cool! it's just...personal circumstances and all.) But he can't help but feel quite positive over his future potential in the school.

After all, in the physical test, he didn't come last! His hard work has been paying off!

A hand on his shoulder startles him enough to squeak.

"Oh! My apologies, I thought you heard me!"

When he turns, it's Iida Tenya! They haven't exactly gotten off on the wrong foot. But also, knowing how annoying he can be, he can understand why Iida would react to him the way he did at the exam.

Still, the boy's scolding is still quite fresh in his memory, and he can't help but wonder if he's done something wrong again. Seemingly unaware of his conundrum, Iida begins to speak.

"I've been meaning to talk with you, but it wasn't the right time. First and foremost, I wanted to say how astoundingly you acted during the exam! In hindsight, I see you recognized the true purpose of the practical... As much as it pains me to say, you were the better man!"

As he gives this confession, his arms and hands move robotically. It surprisingly lessens his apprehension, feeling as though this guy is perhaps a bit awkward. Izuku could very much relate.

"Uhm...I didn't...realize it either."

"In a real scenario, I would definitely do the same as you did!"

Izuku stands there for a bit, listening as he summarizes what he could've done better. Then, when he turns slightly, Iida perks up.

"Ah, right, you were heading home. Do you ride on the subway back?"

"Oh...uhm...yes."

"I see. I do as well! Let's ride together, then."

Perhaps someone else would find it pushy, but Izuku feels that warmth bursting in his chest again.

Someone! Wants to ride with him! And talk with him! While Izuku doesn't have much he wants to say, he doesn't mind listening at all. And Iida seems quite talkative! Perhaps he's awkward, but, he really didn't mean anything bad at the exam. Izuku immediately puts it all behind him.

As they head off, Iida starting to talk about Aizawa's deception, Izuku hears another familiar voice.

"Hey guys! Wait up!"

They both turn around, and it's the nice girl that kept Izuku from falling on his face! The one he helped, and the one who waved at him today! Infinity Girl!

"If you're going to the station, I want to come, too!"

"We are! You're...the Infinity Girl," Iida replies.

Izuku's mouth opens in a little surprised gape. They even thought the same thought! Only friends do things like that, right? Are they already friends now?! But it's so sudden!!

"I'm Uraraka Ochako! You're...Iida Tenya, right? And you..." She looks at him with kind brown eyes. "Midoriya...Deku!"

Izuku stares blankly for a moment. Then, against his will, his mouth starts twisting in discomfort, despite not wanting to make everyone uncomfortable. Still, she notices it.

"Oh, did I get it wrong?"

"Ah...uhm..." Izuku looks down and away.

He doesn't want her to feel bad for getting his name wrong. She's such a nice girl, so he doesn't want to disappoint her. But being called Deku...

The thought of being called that in his new, fun school makes his stomach twist. So, he could just think of this as politely correcting her misunderstanding. Yeah.

Maybe she didn't mean it. Or...is this a new form of bullying? Well, it wouldn't be new. Sometimes, students would act nice to him before slowly becoming meaner over time. He was hoping he could get some friends here, but maybe...

Just...try it. Just try straightening it out, and see what happens.

"I-It's Izuku, actually," he replies anxiously, trying to hide it behind a wobbling smile.

"Izuku? Then, why did the explode-y guy call you Deku?" she wonders, looking confused.

"Hmm... He seems to have derogatory ideas about quirkless people. He said not to expect much from him despite his heroic acumen. Is it perhaps an insult?"

Izuku can't think of what to say, so he just nods.

"Oh! Goodness, I'm so sorry," Ochako immediately apologizes. "It's just, well, I thought it had a kind of 'can do it' [dekiru] feel to it, you know? So, I said it without thinking. I'm sorry, Midoriya-kun."

Oh... She really hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. She wasn't being mean at all. He almost wants to cry in gratefulness.

"It's okay...uhm...if you want..." And he can't help but start to blush a bit. "Y...You can...call me...Izuku?"

Is that too soon? People often say you only get on a first-name basis once you know someone very well. Maybe he's moving too quickly? But he was often called Deku, which some could consider a form of his first name, though derogatory. People calling him by something close to his first name, if not the name in general, doesn't disturb him. But what about--

"Hehe, sure! Is Izu-kun okay?"

Izuku's rampaging thoughts immediately calm. His face turns completely red at that, sweat coming off of him like a halo. But his smile is genuine as he nods, his curls bouncing.

He's too happy to notice the little pale blushes on Tenya and Ochako's faces as they look at him. He reminds them, immediately, of a small, chubby puppy wagging its tail so fiercely that it falls over.

With that settled, the three of them head off to the subway, talking about this and that. Izuku ends up not saying a whole lot, but his smile stays genuinely pleased the entire time. Basking in the presence of people he has cemented as friends is so fun!

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The next day, Izuku knows his heart isn't prepared. But it's unavoidable.

They'll be doing a regular school day, including every class they would normally have. English, Math, Science, Social Studies, Japanese Language and Literature, Art Studies, the works. Not necessarily in that order, but they all occurred before 3:15pm.

All the while, Izuku's able to geek out over his favorite heroes! Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Cementoss, Midnight... Even his lunch is made by Lunch Rush, who consistently belts out gourmet food at prices he can afford! If he doesn't watch himself, he'll end up gaining more weight again! But...just as long as he doesn't go over his goal threshold, it'll be fine if he adds some healthy snacks to go see Lunch Rush again, right?

Izuku feels enamored by the school during these periods, though, the closer it gets to 3:15, the more dread begins to fill his heart. Perhaps it won't be so bad. Maybe he is overthinking things. He's not sure.

And, if he thinks realistically, there's no way All Might would embarrass him by pointing out how he doesn't belong, right? That's not what All Might does. He's an upstanding and amazing hero who, despite his newfound anxiety around him, is still Izuku's favorite hero!

He just...really doesn't want to disappoint him by showing up in front of his hero when he'd already said he couldn't be one. It's like taking All Might's wisdom and slapping him in the face with it, treating his insight as useless.

Anyone would be upset. So, Izuku really hopes that, maybe, someone else could do the heroics class. But he's already heard from others that All Might's a teacher. Wouldn't teaching heroics be right up his alley? Oh...if only he had more time to ready his heart...

But eventually, 3:15 arrives.

"I aaaaam..."

The door to their classroom slides open, All Might posing as his cape flutters heroically.

"--coming through the door like a normal person!!"

Izuku feels two emotions shoot through him. The first is his normal excitement, the same thing that always appears when he looks at things related to All Might.

The second is fear. Because of that fear, he simply gazes at the hero as he enters, despite knowing his current outfit is from the Silver Age of his career. He would've called out such a fact, along with the excitement from the others. However, he's too busy trying to disappear into the background of the class to try.

All Might introduces their first assignment for his class: a Battle Trial. The hero outfit designs they'd sent to the school after receiving their acceptance letters pop out of the walls in their completed forms. They come in briefcases with set numbers on them, with #20 being Izuku's. It seems the cases also function as a seating chart. Izuku's just happy he can keep his seat at the back of the class.

Though, it also means that he's one of the last ones to get his briefcase since his is at the back. He quietly steps past All Might to get his before scurrying away to the bathroom to put his on...but since he added armor to his outfit, perhaps that'd be hard. Then, he'll change in the shower area instead.

All Might's gaze trails after Midoriya as he flees the room, his smile not wavering despite the stab to his conscience. Of course the boy wouldn't want to be near him at the moment. He'd simply have to be patient and kindle some form of trust between them. That way, Midoriya will feel comfortable talking with him again.

But, the boy isn't the only one who needs his attention. Right now, he's been put in charge of training 20 young heroes to become much better versions of themselves. He's a new teacher, but he's sure his attempts at getting better with educating and gaining experience will help him--and consequently, the kids--succeed.

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Izuku's hero costume is about as he expected.

His first designs were all, honestly, quite trashy to him. Although he liked the rabbit ear-like protrusions he'd drawn on it in reference to All Might, the rest of it was basically useless. Of course, he had no quirk to benefit from, so he hadn't been thinking too deeply about the design. But, once he started working out and cleaning up trash and doing such things on his own, he began reevaluating the design.

Since he's quirkless, he needs to be sturdy. His power output will be weak no matter what he tries, so the best he can hope for is having high defense. A hero with low attack power...he's not the most pleased by that, but it's what he has to work with for now. Maybe he'll get strong enough to pack a punch.

Anyway, sturdiness. The first thing that came to mind was a suit of armor.

Looking at some old war outfits, he decided to steer away from some of the designs, but the materials they used were interesting. Military fits could also work well, so he incorporated a bit of that into his design. Since he wants to be fairly low-key and in the background, he doesn't splurge much on the colors, staying around deep greens and blacks. Something like a stealth suit...

Though, the stealth part kinda went out the window with the large shield and backpack he asked for. The backpack carries medical supplies--after the whole exam ordeal, he realized even more how important having a variety of first-aid tools would be. And his shield attaches to his back or backpack with magnets.

He also had to think about what to do as a design choice. It would create his overall image as a hero...

Izuku enters Ground Beta, following after his other hero classmates.

He wears a grey, hooded outfit with a semi-medieval helmet under it. The mechanized layer behind the metal of the helmet makes his eyes appear as two bright-green ovals while feeding him additional details about his surroundings he wouldn't see just with his usual vision.

He has thicker armor protection on his shoulders, elbows, forearms, chest, and legs, with grip gloves to hold onto objects. The back of the chest plate had a harness with part hiding under the back of the cloak allowing Izuku to magnet-lock the shield in place. Instead of a backpack, the designer gave him a utility belt with the same first-aid contents he wanted.

Also, for reasons unknown, they added small ear-like appendages to the top of the hood. It admittedly looks a bit cute...and, well, it might actually be very helpful. So, he doesn't have any complaints. It fits well with the back cape.

[Essentially, something like the hunter's Pathfinder armor from Destiny 2, but a bit more medieval fantasy. Add some Batman in there, but green and more like a mongoose. I might draw it at some point.]

He has a silver-gray rectangular shield, though it didn't appear to be made entirely of metal. Holding it in front of him, if he crouched, it could conceal his body, so it was quite sizable. It had simple beveled designs on the edges without a symbol or anything in the middle. That part was mostly his fault--he couldn't think of anything to put there.

"Izu-kun? You look so cool!" Ochako cheers, wearing her puffy-legged outfit. "I wish I drew mine a bit more clearly. Isn't this kind of frumpy?"

"A-Ah, I don't think so!" Izuku says earnestly. "I think...it looks cute? Like...Uhm. Bubbly. I think it fits your floaty theme?"

"Oooh...I didn't think of it that way! Hehe, that's a great thought. Thank you!"

Izuku smiles, though it shows as closed-happy eyes and a little green blush.

Tenya is similarly armored up, though his outfit has less of a medieval look and more sci-fi, with clear benefits alluding to his quirk. Izuku wants to gush over its appearance, but he's already focused on asking All Might a question, so he doesn't want to interrupt him.

All Might...

He hasn't said anything specifically to or about him so far, so maybe he doesn't care that he's there after all. Has he been panicking over nothing? He's not sure...maybe the top hero has already decided he's a lost cause and wasn't worth pointing him out as an example of someone who doesn't listen to his advice.

A part of him feels like apologizing...

He shakes his head slightly as Tenya asks how their groups will be picked. Thinking over the assignment, it's a very old-style one. However, such a thing suits the No.1 hero, and the way he presents it makes it seem more exciting than it probably would be otherwise. Besides, it's a somewhat realistic scenario. They could always end up having to stop someone from blowing up a bomb in the future.

The teams get called out one by one after Tenya accepts his explanation as to why it's being done randomly:

A: Midoriya and Hagakure

B: Todoroki and Kouda

C: Yaoyorozu and Ojiro

D: Bakugou and Iida

E: Sero and Aoyama

F: Sato and Kaminari

G: Asui and Kirishima

H: Mezou and Mineta

I: Uraraka and Tokoyami

J: Jirou and Ashido

"Kyaaa~ Your suit looks super cool, Midori-kun!"

Hagakure hops over, her body only visible because of her shoes and gloves. Little buttons appear to clip her gloves on her wrists, though a matching pair are on her shoes as well. They have a slightly opalesque appearance.

"Ah, th-thank you. Uhm...Hagakure-san, right? It's nice to work with you." He glances over her body. "Is your suit made out of a material to--"

"Nah, I'm naked."

Izuku blinks. Then, a moment later, two black Xs appear where the eyes had been, his whole facial screen turning green.

"W-WH-WHA--"

"Haha! I'm just jokin' with you! Yeah, it's made with some fancy mimic cloth that kinda uses my quirk~" Still giggling, she presses one of the opal buttons on her glove, invisibility spreading out from them. "It's only active if I press the button. I can deactivate it, too, just in case I get injured and someone needs to know where it is, y'know?"

"A-Ahhh..."

Relief floods Izuku's body, sweat budding at the base of his neck. Goodness...he really should've known. The government had started a law over how nude heroes could be because of Midnight. Her introductory outfit had been...controversial.

"Alright, let's get started!" All Might calls out, sticking his hands into a light and a dark box. "The first two pairs to do combat will be the following!"

Izuku hums, wondering if he'd have the chance to watch some of his classmates and evaluate their quirks. It would be nice to be able to do that--watching then trying for it.

"The heroes this round will be Pair A!"

Ah. Never mind, then.

"The villains this round will be Pair D!"

Izuku freezes up.

Even though All Might is still speaking, his eyes aren't watching. Instead, he looks over to where Kacchan has been standing stiffly, his shoulders exposed and arms presumably heavy with some sort of thick grenade devices.

It doesn't take a genius to have some sort of idea of what those are for, especially since he knows Kacchan's quirk.

The other boy waits until All Might stops speaking, telling Iida and Kacchan to go into the building and prepare as villains. But once that's done, he's headed inside.

He takes a moment to look back at him, staring at him directly.

And the grin he has on his face is exceptionally unkind.

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Dark [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Laito: Haah...I’m kind of exhausted. A lot went down today after all.

Yui: Right. But...I can’t believe someone who just came to visit, died right after...I’m shocked about it being Richter-san as well.

Laito: Really? He brought it upon himself, so I don’t see why you’d need to feel down about it?

Yui: That’s easier said than done...

Laito: Humans really are a mystery to me. Or maybe you’re just too good for this world?

Yui: I think I’m pretty average?

Laito: No way.

It’s quite impressive you haven’t lost your ability to feel empathy after living amongst Demons for so long.

As to be expected of the Eve selected by none other than that man himself.

Yui: ( I don’t think he means that as a compliment. I’m sure he’s trying to get under my skin. )

Laito: The silent treatment? You’ve got nothing to say back to me?

Yui: I mean, there’s nothing I can say.

Laito: Nfu~

Yui: I believe you are right...I’m one of those hypocrites you loathe oh-so much.

Laito: You’ll admit to it?

Yui: It’s the truth after all...

Laito: Hmー...

Laito: Yet you choose not to criticize me for my actions or words? Even though they might hurt or trouble others?

Yui: ...Do you want me to criticize you?

Laito: Fufufu...You should hear yourself.

My cold attitude must have really hurt you.

Yui: ( Just like I thought, he’s purposely trying to keep me at a distance... )

Laito: If this technique proves to be so effective, perhaps I should bully you even more.

If I do that, you will most definitely start thinking of me even more ...Wait, no.

I will have complete control over you. ...How nice. That doesn’t sound half bad.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...

Laito: What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?

Yui: Don’t worry.

Laito: ...Eh?

ー She embraces him

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You won’t leave me even if I’m cold to you? Geez, you’re so noble, Bitch-chan~”

“Geez, Bitch-chan...You keep on saying all the right things to upset me.”

Yui: Rest assured. I will accept you, no matter what.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: I’ve made up my mind. Ever since I fell in love with you.

Laito: Bitch-chan...?

Yui: Still, I completely lost sight of that resolve.

Laito: ...Ah...

Yui: I’m sorry for everything.

Laito: ...Fufufu. These results exceed even my expectations.

I’m surprised. I didn’t know that love was also capable of robbing people of their freedom and instead restrict them.

Yui: I am not being restricted at all. This is my own free will.

Laito: ...Is that so? After all, you are only saying those things now because I pushed you away.

I don’t see how that’s any different from being restricted...?

ー Laito tries to push her away

*Thud*

Yui: ...Laito-kun!!

Laito: ーー Don’t lie.

Yui: ...I’m not lying.

Laito: You can accept me? Don’t spout such nonsense.

Yui: ...Why do you think I’m lying?

Laito: I just know.

Yui: ( You say that...Because you don’t trust me. ...Although, I suppose I’m the one who gave you a reason to doubt me? )

( No, perhaps I’ve just been living a lie this whole time... )

( Perhaps I was the only one who thought we had grown closer. )

Yui: ...I understand. If that’s what you believe...Put me to the test.

Laito: What are you saying? Bluffing has never saved anyone.

Yui: Don’t run away...Please!

Laito: Heeh. Okay then. If you insist.

I shall test you.

Yui: ( ...This might all be for nothing but...Still... )

Laito: You might end up in tears and begging for my mercy? But even so, I won’t stop.

Yui: Ugh...

( I wonder what kind of response would satisfy him...? )

Selection

→ Bring it on. (❦)

Yui: Bring it on.

Laito: Nfu~ Nice. Like you’re willing to just risk it all.

Well then, I’ll do as you wish.

Yui: ( ...There’s no turning back now...But... )

( If he actually goes all out...Will I...be able to withstand it? )

→ I think you might want to switch that around.

Yui: I think you might want to switch that around.

Laito: Eh? In other words...I’ll be the one in tears begging for your mercy?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Laito: Nfufu~ Nice. I can’t get enough of that. You’re making me shudder.

Go ahead, Bitch-chan. Make me gasp for air.

I was feeling irritated up until just now but...Now I’m kind of excited.

Yui: ( ...He’s getting a kick out of it...But now’s not the time for this... )

( Or rather, if he actually holds nothing back...Will I be able to withstand it? )

Yui: ( Still, I’m the one who brought it up. I can no longer back away. )

Laito: ーー Okay, in that case...

ー He opens the window

Laito: Let’s hit the road right away.

Yui: ...Where are we going?

Laito: Nfu~ You’ll see when we get there. Come on, let’s leave through the window.

ー Laito lifts her into his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: ...

( I have a really bad feeling about this. )

( I might have really said something crazy. )

( No, but even so, Iーー )

Monologue

I want Laito-kun to open his heart to me. So I decided to take the gamble.

Because I truly thought that if he wanted to test me, he should just do so.

Since I hoped that perhaps, that’ll get the message across,

and make him realize that I have not been lying,

nor am I simply saying whatever is convenient to me.

Speaking of which, something similar (同じようなこと) happened in the past as well.

Laito-kun wrote love off as nothing but an illusion which doesn’t actually exist,

because he didn’t believe in it himself.

I believe that this case is no different from that.

It is due to his traumatic past,

which has left Laito-kun unable of believing in non-tangible emotions,

as he can only perceive those things which he physically feels as real.

If that’s the case, then I must make up my resolve (覚悟),

and stick with him.

Because I told myself, that I would accept him as a whole.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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ylana071 · 8 months

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So I wrote a fanfic. Umm yea

Words: 1236 (1,2k)

Characters: Zane and Cole

Ship: a little glacier, but it is kinda platonic

TW: self-harm, depression, mention of suicide.

Yea read at own risk I guess

I…I have been an android all this time… and I have never known.’’ Zane sits on his bed, staring at the blueprints of himself that he found less than an hour ago. ‘’Should I tell them?’’ he whispers to himself. ‘’I will tell them later, I must be focused on other things right now.’’ Zane stands slowly up, and hides the blueprint under his bed.

The only thoughts in Zanes head are about how he found out that he is just an android, nothing more and nothing less. When should he tell his friends, his brothers. Should he tell them, but what if they don’t like him anymore?

He walked out of the room, it was his turn to make dinner. Dinner, something that he did not need. He decided to just cook something easy, so he made rice and chicken. He called everyone just a minute or two before he finished cooking so they could put everything on the table.

Not even five minutes later everyone was eating and chatting. Except for Zane, he sat quietly on his chair and looked at his plate. The food looked so good, so pretty, and the smell of it was amazing, but he did not take a single bite. And about twenty minutes later Cole saw it ‘’Not hungry bro?’’ Cole asked with a worried voice. ‘’Not today I am afraid, I will be training now, i might be eating later, if that’s all right by you of course.’’ Zane said with a fake smile on his face. Cole accepted it, als long as he would eat something after.

Zane felt empty inside, the training that usually makes him feel happier didn’t do that today. He thought about how he was an android, many wires and switches on the inside that made him function. He didn’t want to live like this, not if he was just a robot with no purpose in life. He could just turn off his emotion or cut through a wire, it didn’t matter anyway.

It slowly became night and Zane took his blueprint outside, everyone would be sleeping soon and he didn’t want to wake anyone up. He was just planning on doing a few tests, like looking at what the switches did, and finding out what powered him. A few minutes had passed and he found an emotion switch, he flipped over and didn’t feel the emotional pain that he felt just a moment ago. It was relieving, but he had to flip it back, his brother would be confused about his behavior if he didn’t. So he flipped it back.

It hurt him a lot when he did, he wanted to scream, but he knew he could not do it. so he explored more of his metal body, the wires, so clean, so pretty. ‘’What if I cut them, just one?’’ he whispered to himself. And before he realized he did it, he cut one of his wires. It hurt and he knew it was bad but it felt so good. He should not be doing it, he was damaging himself. He tried to figure out what the damage did to him, it was not that bad, the only thing that happened is that his ring finger and pinky on his left hand stopped functioning. He decided that it was good for the day and went to bed.

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Cole woke up due to noise from another room, he decided to get up because he had to anyway at some point. He put on a hoodie and jogging pants and walked out of the bedroom to see where the noise was coming from. It looked like the noise was coming from the kitchen, and when he came there he saw Zane just cooking breakfast.

‘’Hey Zane, why are you cooking breakfast already? It’s what, like five AM or something.’’ Cole said with a still tired voice ‘’Well’’ Zane said ‘’I was awake anyway so i thought it would be easier, sorry if I woke you up, I didn’t mean to.’’ He looked down at the food. He was making pancakes. ‘’Umm Zane, I see you are cooking, but you made only enough for four people.’’ Cole said, slightly confused. ‘’Correct, for you, Nya, Jay and Kai, I myself am not hungry yet, but do not worry, I will be eating later’’ Zane replied. ‘’You can talk to me if anything is wrong, okay?’’ and after Cole said those words he left the kitchen to get the others for breakfast.

While everyone was eating Zane was in his room, looking at the blueprint. He opened his stomach again and turned his emotions off. it felt better that way, no more thoughts about wanting to die, it was peaceful. He decided that he should turn his emotions on but he first wanted to cut one of his wires again. He knows it is bad, but it feels so good, too good. And before he knew he did it, he cut through a wire, and another wire, and yet another one, and then… He heard a knock on his door.

‘’Nonononononono’’ Zane said softly but stressed to himself. he quickly put a blanket over himself and asked ‘’Who’s there?’’ ‘’It’s me’’ said Cole while walking into the room ‘’How are ya doing Zane, everyone, including me of course, is worried about you’’ ‘’I umm’’ Zane was really nervous. Cole looked at the bed and saw something and picked it up out of curiosity. ‘’Huh, what is this?’’

‘’Cole put that down. Don’t you dare to look at it!’’ Zane got really stressed. Cole wasn’t allowed to see that, what if he hated Zane because of it? Cole didn’t listen. Zane could say what he wanted but it was too late, it didn’t matter anymore. Zane looked at the floor, he wanted to cry but he was unable to do so. He was scared, scared of what Cole would think, would say. And what if Cole told the others? It did not even matter anymore, it was too late anyway.

‘’Zane… what is all of this… I don’t understand’’ Cole was clearly confused but ZAne decided to speak the truth ‘’Cole as my friend you must know that.. I am an android.’’ He takes the blanket away but doesn’t look at Cole. ‘’Z-Zane.. What is this… why are those wires cut? you gotta fix this, we need to repair you! Should I call Jay?’’ ‘’N-no please don’t’’ Zane said softly ‘’can we keep this between us, just the two of us? I don’t want the others to know yet…’’ Cole nodded but he had to do something, his brother did need help, clearly.

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A few days have passed and a lot has changed. Zane cooks dinner more often but barely eats, He also stoppen sleeping since a two hour shut-down once a week is enough. And even though it took some time, Zane has finally accepted himself, and he wants to tell the others too about how he is inhuman, maybe Jay can do a better job in repairing him. He of course tried it himself, and it works, but it could be a lot better.

The ninja were shocked of course when they heard it, but they supported it, as they were brothers. Jay got Zane a good repair and everything was normal, or something close to normal since it is still Ninjago.

The end

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago fanfic

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peearrdee · 2 years

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The May 19th, 2022 streams done by Eret and Wilbur Soot pull out a lot of conflicting feelings for fans. Now, almost exactly 2 years out from the Final Control Room, I want to reflect on those feelings. My Own Judas is a litmus test for Dream SMP girlbloggers. I’m limited by my own observations of my dashboard after the stream, but here’s my thoughts.

I noticed that after the stream a number of Wilbur mains expressing fury that c!Eret was demanding an apology from c!Wilbur. The common consensus was that Eret had not “earned” their redemption and that Wilbur was being unfairly put down.

In real life, you cannot earn forgiveness. You cannot earn redemption. Forgiveness is given to you, and redemption and justice are concepts rooted entirely in personal beliefs and morality.

From a storytelling perspective, Eret has earned their redemption because the author has shown them doing the emotional labor of trying to reconcile with others. Eret recognized the harm they did, regretted it, and made efforts again and again to do better, and help those they hurt.

Eret’s betrayal caused Tubbo and Tommy to lose their first lives. (Note: the 3 lives system was not canonized until November 16th. At the time of the betrayal, all players played under the assumption that a death just meant a loss of items. Many viewers were still unaware that what they were watching was roleplay.) By the time of the Disc Confrontation, Eret was working towards becoming a better person. You may remember Eret put themself between Dream and the two teenagers, signaling that they were firmly against Dream even if it would mean going against the man who gave them the kingship.

As for the claim that Wilbur was unfairly treated by Eret in their demands for an apology, I will say this:

I will openly admit that there is a feeling of superiority among c!Wilbur “mains” that stems from the belief that we’re following a major—if not the main—character of the Dream SMP story. I would say it is difficult to find anyone on the analysis side of the fandom who would say Wilbur’s story is poorly written. And there is a pervasive feeling of defensiveness among Wilbur mains because of the ways the character been vilified by the fandom. People want to defend their favorite character. All of these factors lead to a tendency towards dismissing the other writers/actors.

However, Wilbur has been far less dedicated to seeking forgiveness than Eret. Wilbur seeks validation from other and their opinions of him deeply affect his self perception. He believes himself unworthy of love and forgiveness, however he also has an inherent belief that he deserves justice. These two ideas appear contradictory, but his romantic attitude towards life reveals why this occurs. Wilbur perceives himself as the main character of his story. He perceives himself as the hero in the Revolution, but after the Election this belief begins to crumble.

Exemplified by the quote: “Tommy, are we the bad guys?”, in Pogtopia Wilbur’s self and public image declined, and he decided that he obviously must be the villain, a belief fed by his actions towards others under increasingly stressful circumstances. He began to abandon attempts at being the better person and embraced the persona of villainy. This character change and his belief that L’Manberg had become irreversibly changed is what culminated in his suicide, an ending that he considered to be poetic justice.

Revival led him to believe he had a greater purpose again. To Wilbur’s logic, a dead man is not brought back randomly: there must be both a narrative purpose he must fulfill, and whatever purpose Dream intended for him. The purpose he latched onto was Quackity, which is a whole ‘nother can of psycho-competitive worms.

After Hitting on 16 and Bust, Wilbur sees himself on a journey to make things right to people he has wronged. However, because growing as a person is difficult and emotionally painful, Wilbur tries to do it as fast as possible in order to give others closure and feel like he’s doing what is necessary for his “narrative”. (Note: I am referring to the narrative character!Wilbur has constructed for himself, not the actual narrative of the streams written by cc!Wilbur.)

When Wilbur gave Eret a quick, half hearted apology, Eret called him out on it. Eret had worked for their redemption arc, and they wanted Wilbur to treat them with the same respect. Eret was unsatisfied with the bare minimum of emotional investment from Wilbur. When Wilbur is confronted in this way by Eret, Wilbur does not understand that what Eret wants is an acknowledgment of their struggle and a commitment from Wilbur to be worthy of his redemption, to put effort into being a better person.

Eret made Wilbur confront the fact that self flagellation does not solve anyone’s problems. Wilbur has a tendency to wallow in his self loathing and make nothing of it, insisting that he is unworthy and therefore incapable of positive change. Eret forced Wilbur to acknowledge that he is not evil, that he is more than capable of being the man he once was.

By throwing away their crown, Eret showed Wilbur they were more than just the King. Eret showed him they were committed to change, they would not trade the lives of their friends for power again. Disposing of the TNT along with the crown symbolized Wilbur choosing to be better, choosing to avoid the kinds of behaviors that led to November 16th and Ranboo’s death in Hitting on 16.

However, believing Eret to be completely in the right is equally dismissive of the story: they are both flawed, hurt people. Eret incorrectly believes power corrupted Wilbur the way it corrupted them, projecting Wilbur’s actions and attitude on the 16th back to his early presidency. Eret sees a “madman”, not the character the audience watches whose monologues reveal a 7 layer dip of issues.

Eret has only their own observational knowledge of the severity of Wilbur’s mental health crisis. They presumably suspected Wilbur was suicidal on the bridge, where they pull him back from his contemplation of just throwing himself off the bridge, but they likely do not know the extent to which he believes himself unworthy of being loved or respected. How Wilbur would choose to act from then on is not on Eret.

If you think they have both been dragged through the mud for their actions, and deserve redemption divorced from the forgiveness of others—with the understanding that doing so gives both parties an attempt at closure—then I am kissing you on the mouth. Because I do not have to be a therapist to tell you that relying on other’s opinions of you is an unhealthy way to maintain your own self esteem.

A crucial part of apologies that is often forgotten is making the effort to repair the relationship and fix the problem. Eret can’t undo the Final Control Room, and Wilbur can’t possibly undo all the wars, but they both made a commitment to each other with the TNT and crown.

#prd talks #fandom critical #c!eret critical #c!wilbur critical #button duo #dream smp analysis #wilbur #eret #it’s a little Wilbur centric because I am also Biased about the Blorbo #i fucking love this stream man

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kanamori-kamper-moved · 7 months

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your babygirl!! (for the gimme a character thing)

YUSSS VETRIX BABYGIRL!!!!

Ask game

How I feel about this character

I LOVE HIM!!!!

I adore him, unironically. A lot of people hate him solely because he’s a bad person, and to me that’s narrow-minded thinking. He’s fun BECAUSE he’s bad. He’s fun BECAUSE he’s a horrible person who hurts other people and doesn’t care for their feelings.

He’s pathetic, a disaster, and unironic mess. He’s like 50, trapped in the body of a toddler, constantly slapfighting with kids because he’s petty and can’t keep ANYONE out of his relationship drama with a certain homophobic rat. I’ll get into the relationship/ship stuff in the next section, if you’re curious.

I also like his design a lot.. the right side of his face is this beautiful mosaic and FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON HIS EYELINER IS AMAZING??? Also most people think his voice is annoying but there’s a cute charm to it… nobody can tell you sound like a girl if you make it annoying on purpose!!!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

A lot of my thoughts about him I can’t put into words because it’s all just “HAKASKISKAKAKSJSKSOSKSKSJS MMMM BABYGIRL OLD MAN YAOI” And TV static, so I hope this’ll suffice!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Should be obvious. I ship him and Kazuma (Fathershipping), and him and Dr Faker (Deceitshipping/scientistshipping). Technically nothing I like about the two are canon but FUCK YOU their both amazing

The way I think of Fathershipping is all cute and fluffy and “omg kazuma.. but you have a wife!! But.. I still love you..”, sometimes it’s unrequited and sometimes it’s just doomed. Byron’s just a horrible shy, gay mess when it comes to Kazuma. Like ITS SO TELLING how he was willing to literally DIE for him during episode 55, and the fact that in the Sam episode there were only TWO TENTS?? Yeah, they fucked

But as for scientistshipping, it’s just horrible toxic yaoi. You know the Cantarella scene from Utena (assuming your there)? Yeah, that’s them. I wish they had more non-toxic interactions, it would have been sweet to see them reconcile beyond their gay little shoujo bubble apology

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Him and his kids! And probably him and Yuma, I’ll go more into it in the last section.

My unpopular opinion about this character

He never had a wife. He’s a transmasc (or agender, depends on how I feel) gay man, his kids are test tube babies. He’d sooner die than willingly put his lips let alone *bits* near a woman

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I wish things with Vetrix were explored more beyond “haha look at the evil freak!!”, I wish he wasn’t demonized for wanting revenge when he literally got deformed and has PTSD from being in Barian World for 5 years straight.

I like Zexal, but (somewhat yugioh as a whole) has an issue with portraying people as either black and white villains or good guys, and people who aren’t pretty bishounen tend to get the shortest end of the stick at times. Like, there’s a REASON why his kids get more screentime than him. It’s because he isn’t conventionally attractive. Vetrix is not a black and white villain, he contains multitudes.

You have to factor in that he was was put in a foreign alien world for half a decade by a person who he thought was a FRIEND, thought his only other friend DIED, was away from his kids (two of whom were taken away and put in an orphanage), got deformed so badly literally no one recognizes him, and more. People who try to act as if characters like KAITO are better than him are so fucking insane because he’s not. I watched his duel with him today and Vetrix had a line about them being the same. They’ve both hurt and killed people as a means to an end. Hes truly not a bad person and people need to realize that 😭😭😭

There’s also the issue with his kids. I wish he got more scenes with them after his arc, I wish we got to see him work to be better especially after all he did, to deal with the ramifications of it all. It feels like his relationship with his kids were just haphazardly tacked on and stapled together, held together by a few peices of duct tape that the writers saw and just sent on its way. It would have been interesting to see if his kiss (ESPECIALLY Quattro) did not forgive him, especially after the shit he said and did.

The same for faker, these kids have no reason to forgive their father after the actual VILE acts they’ve committed towards them.

Also more old man yaoi. LET HIM INTERACT WITH KAZUMA AND FAKER AND LET THEM KISS!!!!

#anthys asks #Anthys writing #babygirl tag #yugioh zexal #yugioh #byron arclight #vetrix arclight #vetrix yugioh #vetrix zexal #tron yugioh #tron zexal #tron arclight

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thecandywrites · 11 months

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Monster March 2023 Day 30- Slimeperson/Symbiote Part 4

The Plan

@borealwrites Woo, just one last litte part and we're done and one last prompt and I will be done...three months late, but better late than never right?

Part 4

The Plan

After another week and a half of enjoying themselves and formulating the perfect plan to get Allison the justice she deserved, they packed up and went back to the current family home while their new one was beginning to be built.

As planned, all of Corey’s previous lovers and family were there, demanding answers as to “Corey’s” new decisions to destroy the prenup and stop financing his lovers, all of whom claimed to be miraculously pregnant by Corey.

Allison had been a bit anxious about this, but now seeing them from the safety of the vehicle, and knowing that Astral was never going to let any of them ever hurt her or her children ever again, Allison simply sat in the SUV and just shook her head at them, wondering how she ever gave such horrible people a second thought or care in the world at all.

Astral, of course, did not want Allison, let alone the kids to deal with them before he could himself as he seemed to have a handful of black diamonds in his palm once he put the SUV into park.

“What are those?” Allison asked when she saw them appear in his hand as more of the goo began to coat each one.

“They are heliographs. These are the parasitic brain cogs so that I can get in their heads and drain them without having to be a part of them at all. It’s what’s in Corey right now. And each one has it’s own ‘care package’ but it’s really just a packet of every kind of sickness I’ve encountered on Earth so far- all compounded and combined to a lovely super bug that’s quite lethal. So that when they get discovered and tested- they’ll test positive for…well…everything. That's why they're black and why they look like black diamonds. And to top it off, a drop of black matter to dispose of them completely." Astral explained as he held one up with a proud and quite wickedly scheming grin.

"Won't black matter create black holes into them?" Allison asked.

"Not when controlled and used for this specific purpose. Did you ever meet someone and think they were a walking disaster?" Astral asked.

“Yeah." Allison nodded.

“Think of these as the concentrated form of that phenomenon. It's a very controlled and very targeted weapon meant to put them in the middle of their own disasters and that- that feeling and sense of being consumed and swallowed up. And that your life is spinning out of control and that everything bad is happening from all fronts, all at the same time, and there is nowhere to escape. And absolutely nothing to do but submit to the chaos and destruction. That's what these heliographs are and will do to them." Astral detailed.

"See anyone over there that doesn't deserve one of these? Now is your chance to save them from a fate worse than death." Astral offered as Allison took one last look at the group of horrible people that had made her life a living hell since she met and married Corey.

“Nope, do your worst Babe." Allison nodded over to the group.

"With pleasure Beloved." Astral said before leaving her with one last sweet kiss and a wink before he calmly told the kids to wait in the vehicle for a moment while he dealt with the "bad people".

He came out of the vehicle strutting as he now had two handfuls of heliographs as if each hand was holding a mini nuclear weapons that he was about to blow them all up with. Allison watched and then felt how Astral’s heliographs went to all of them and watched as little glittering pieces of goo with those glittering black diamonds traveled on the ground from Corey’s form to travel into them. And within mere seconds, the moment the goo touched them, suddenly, they all silenced themselves divided themselves into two groups, the first group calmly left, and the second group calmly walked back into the house and into a room where Allison and the children wouldn’t have to hear or see them before Astral came back to the SUV and happily helped his family into the house while he simply smiled smugly at the disaster that was about to be dealt to the group.

The first group was all of Corey’s other lovers, who Astral would personally see to it that they would go back to their daily lives for a few days before coming down with an incurable disease and come together for an orgy and succumb to the sickness implanted into them while the black diamonds would unleash their payload and exchange it for everything each physical body could provide and then the diamond would turn from black to white and the goo itself would return it to him. And once Astral would be reunited, he could consume them then, that was basically the cajingi equivalent of a freeze dried food item.

And the other group was Corey’s family members who Astral wanted to keep control of for a short time. To once again, undo the damage they had done and make Allison and her children the sole heirs of all that they had. Especially since Corey was the only son and the only one who was married with children in his family since his vicious sisters hadn’t “settled down” to do so themselves yet.

Just as the family had finished unpacking, and fully settled back into their home, Astral let the kids have one last meeting with their sire’s family and one last goodbye before they too left to do Astral’s bidding.

They practically left the house and boarded an airplane and flew to the same vacation spot Allison and Astral had just left from. And within mere moments- would go out on a “family” vacation of their own, without “Corey” and Allison and their family. Where they would ultimately meet their demise from a similar fate that Corey’s lovers would.

The moment they left her house, Allison began to plan Corey’s funeral and the funeral of his family members, with Astral’s help of course.

And the moment it was done, Astral’s new host was collected and prepared for him to take ownership of, so that he would “meet” Allison at the funeral and they could practically begin “courting” immediately after that.

Allison and Astral then went throughout the house and began to prepare for the disposal of all of Corey’s things, happily selling off everything that was valuable, and trashing the rest herself before Astral “recycled” the items into things she wanted since his manipulation of matter was second to none of his group as Allison finally felt like her house was truly hers, and not Corey’s, where he simply “allowed” her to reside with him in. But at the same time, Allison knew that her time with Astral in Corey’s form was coming to an end. And then it would be a long few days before Astral’s new form could come to the funeral and be “reunited” in a sense with her.

“Everything is set. Just say when you want everything to start.” Astral informed Allison once everything was done and in place and Allison was left to sit in her bedroom, on the bed and look around at everything, noting how the only thing left was the actual bed itself as she looked down at the diamond bracelets on her wrists and anxiously let the tips of her fingers go over the facets of them before Astral sat down next to her and put his arm around her and simply sat and waited for Allison to come to the decision on her own, giving her all the time he could.

“On one hand, I want to say, I want it all done yesterday. But…on the other hand, I just got home. I just got unpacked and settled back in and…I don’t want to be separated from any vessel you would and could inhabit for more than a minute. I know you’re going to be with me all the way, I just…I don’t want to let go of having you this close and able to do things like this.” Allison kissed him and turned to hug him as tight as she could as Astral hugged her back just as tightly and began to pet her hair. .

“It’s only for a little while. I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll just be cohabitating with you instead of inhabiting a separate vessel. That’s all. It won’t be for long. Besides, you have to let this form go, because it’s the last vestige of your old life in order to embrace the new one right?” Astral reasoned.

“Promise me it won’t be a minute longer than it has to be.” Allison pleaded as tears fell from her eyes.

“I promise.” Astral vowed and kissed her before they had sex, one last time while Astral inhabited this form. And once Allison had gotten her last fill of him, then Astral laid the body back onto the bed and closed the vessel’s eyes.

Allison watched as Astral then moved fully from Corey’s body into her own as Allison looked at the body of what was once her husband. And someone who she no longer had any love or any kind of affection for, and one that she was so happy to finally see die before she got up and got redressed and prepared for when the paramedics would arrive.

“Ready?” Astral asked.

“Ready.” Allison confirmed.

“Ok, Corey’s going to mentally wake up and be able to hear you. Say your peace. Don’t hold back. Get it all out and off your chest and know that he won’t wake up and he will never be able to react or be able to retaliate in any way.” Astral informed her.

“Cornelius Linus Thurston the Third. God you’ve always been an asshole and the worst, most disgusting waste of flesh I’ve ever met and had the unfortunate luck to know. You’ve always been a spoiled rotten, selfish, prick. You have never once loved anything or anyone but yourself. You never treated me with any kind of love or affection. You impregnated me, and the only reason I refuse to let Astral go back in time so that you and I never met- was because, despite everything, I love my children and I wouldn’t want to lose them or let them go for any reason. And they have been the only positive thing to come out of this trainwreck and sham of a marriage.” Allison boldly declared and could only huff a laugh when Corey’s breathing huffed indignantly.

“I’m leaving you for the most wonderful man in the universe. Astral. I’m taking the kids, who have already abandoned you in every sense and flocked to Astral and fully and completely accepted him as their father instead and he’s been a million times the father you could have ever been. They were so relieved when you went to close your eyes on the couch on vacation and in that moment to me and to them, you died. And Astral immediately took your body as his personal urinal to undo everything you’ve done and give everything you possibly could have ever had or possessed and handed it over to me on a silver platter.” Allison bragged as she painfully plucked at his chest hair, smiling when Corey’s face scrunched up in pain and even anger. But otherwise he didn’t move other than to breathe heavier and harder, his nostrils flaring as his face got almost impossibly red.

“We are going to take everything your family has ever held dear or cared about and either sell it or destroy it ourselves, starting with you and moving to your sisters, your parents and every other family relation you have. Every lover you have ever had besides me? They are going to die in just a few moments. And in the most agonizing and painful death possible, the same kind you’re about to have. All the money you blew on them? Just got returned to me a hundred fold. Everything you’ve ever given to anyone else, other than me? Got the same treatment. The kids never loved you and I never did either, you were my meal ticket, plain and simple. And yeah, I may be a gold digger in a sense, but that doesn’t excuse what you’ve done to me. And they want to have their names changed so that there is nothing attaching them to you and your horrible family and whatever legacy you ever delusionally thought they had.” Allison taunted him as his eyelid began to twitch in rage as even his forehead veins began to pop up in his skin and his fingers twitched to try to form fists.

“And speaking of family, everyone in your family is about to die, at sea, on a damn casino boat. Your bitch sisters are about to find out just how vicious and brutal men like you can be- before they meet the same fate. And all the money that they just won and cleaned that cruise ship out on? Is already on its way to me. So that their horrible deaths don’t get investigated and that I never look into the matter, other than, they all seemed to come down with odd illnesses right before they died. And they won’t even get a good and proper burial, their bodies will be made into the most spectacular diamonds that I will proudly wear at their own funerals as I put on a show to all your friends and all the friends your family ever had as empty urns are displayed because there will be no bodies to burn and made into ash.” Allison practically cooed.

“Oh, but I’m just getting started, that’s only phase one of my revenge. At the funeral- every guest will still be under the assumption that I am just a poor- disinherited widow, and they will all practically shower money and gifts and sympathy on me, for every dollar I would spend on the funeral, I’ll make it back a million times over and I’ll be so insanely wealthy, I’ll practically be in Forbe’s Magazine as one of the most wealthy people in the world that no one else has heard about, a great big secret that everyone else will be dying and giving everything they have to learn. I think I’ll pose with a Bugatti, or would the Lambo be better for the cover?” Allison teased and smiled wider when Corey’s body was practically panting.

“And then, the very night of your funeral? Astral is going to take on his new forever host, and that very night, I’m taking him to this house and into this home and fuck him practically senseless, right where you’re laying. In a new bed of course. I can’t invite him into this piece of shit you’re about to die on.” Allison said as she gave the bed itself one last dismissive push.

“And once you do die, you’ll be made into the most spectacular diamond yet, it will be the only time you will ever be beautiful. Because the very substance that your corpse will leave behind, will be transformed and be made new in that process. And it will be such a spectacular diamond too. One that Astral will happily put into the most beautiful engagement ring ever. And we will get married and have my dream wedding. And our marriage bed will never be defiled. It will never hold anything other than love, kindness, respect, dignity, joy, hope, affection and tender loving care. It’ll be perfect just for me and just for him.” Allison triumphantly informed him.

“All while we patiently wait for our new house to be built. And when it’s done? I’ll sell this damned house and then either give all that money to every charity that does everything you hate and have ever been against, or I will burn it down myself and collect the insurance money, which it’s currently at ten times what it’s really worth. And I will use that money to expose every man who is anything like you. Every person, regardless of gender or identity- who is like you. And I’ll hunt them down, and either kill them or see to it that they die alone, and won’t have anyone to prey upon the way you preyed on me. And the cycle will end. This cycle of hurt and pain and abuse, dies with you. You are officially the weakest link. And you’re going to break the chain holding everything you love and hold dear- together- and it will all break apart.” Allison promised.

“And of course, after your funeral, you and your horrible family will be exposed as the monsters you really are. And you will finally be seen for who and what you really are. And then once that is known, the day after your funeral? Will be the last day and the very last time anyone will remember you because once people learn and know the truth, then they’ll forget it as easily as I will. All memory of you will be erased. No one will ever remember anyone in your family. Because the day after your funeral, Astral is going to destroy everyone’s memory of you and every memory of your family, including me and the kids. And he is going to fully and completely replace everyone’s memory of you, and replace it with only good memories of me instead. And it will be as if you were the one who married up into my rich family. Because in that moment, every member of my family- are all about to move into your parent’s house and the houses of your family members. And my siblings are about to slip into the lives your family members all left behind. And they will have the happily ever after they deserve.” Allison informed him.

“Burn in hell motherfucker.” Allison bid him before taking a step back and let Astral begin his own attack.

Corey’s body started to convulse as Astral’s attack began internally. And in only a few, deliciously long minutes for Allison, but what was more like an eternity for Corey, Astral put Corey through every kind of pain possible and every kind of torture Astral knew of in the universe. Even after Corey begged and pleaded for the release of death. But when Astral reminded him of all the times Allison had begged and pleaded and he refused to show or give her mercy, meant that Astral wasn’t going to give Corey any either. And it was only when Astral had exhausted everything that he let Allison finally hear the apology she was owed from the start.

“I’m sorry Allison, I’m sorry for everything. I never should have done any of the shit I did to you. I’m not worthy to live and I was never worthy of you.” Corey gurgled.

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I ever gave you a single second of my time and I’m sorry I didn’t leave you when I had the chance. I’m sorry I ever let you disrespect me, hurt me or abuse me. I never should have tolerated any of it. And I’m sorry I ever gave you any kind of power over me or the kids. But it’s going to be ok. It will all be over for us both, oh so soon. Burn in hell you motherfucking monster.” Allison urged before Corey had to shut his mouth again and go into his death throws as Allison waited until he went deathly still and heard his last breath as she mirrored it, breathing out a breath of relief once it was all over as one last precious tear left her eye to finally be done with it all before she regained her composure and welcomed the release of finally being truly free in every sense.

She called 911 and dramatically called in that she thought her husband had come home from going out and went to lay down and had a stroke and died in bed. She called the few friends she had left to come and wait with her and prove as witness of what had happened and to help her with her kids.

Allison waited patiently for the EMT’s to arrive and to confirm the claim. And then cart his body away and carted off to the morgue so that they could “investigate” the cause of death, which took all of two seconds to do, thanks to Astral speeding that process up for Allison’s benefit. And the moment that was done, the body was put into the furnace, but before it could be lit and torched, Astral used his powers to use him and every other body in that morgue to make the most amazing, brilliant and wonderful diamond possible and brought it back to Allison with the death certificate.

“It’s beautiful. I love it. Can’t wait to see the ring you’ll make for it.” Allison urged Astral before the diamond disappeared into her palm before she used the death certificate and called it into his life insurance companies and got that going. And then made a post, with the last “family” picture she had gotten of them on their last vacation and announced to the world that he had passed and how he had died and smiled as everyone gave her all the empathy and sympathy she could ever want, which she accepted with grace.

And then, she simply waited as “news” broke out about the orgy that all of his lovers had attended and died in. And then she got the call from the casino boat about his family. And Allison tried not to gasp in awe at the practically mega lottery level of money her “inlaws” had won in the casino and how they had, tragically died on board but that the cruise ship and the company of course- was not to blame and that in exchange for her not pushing an investigation and to make up that they died once they were off the boat, that she would get the full amount sent to her instead. Which she was happy to accept.

“There, it’s all done.” Astral informed her as the last of his initial black diamonds, now turned brilliant white- returned to her as new, beautiful ones that she could add onto her necklace.

“Not nearly as painful or messy as I feared. Thank you Astral. Now, I just…have to manage to be able do without you physically in a host of your own beside me until this Saturday, at the funeral.” Allison noted.

“I promise, if I waited so long to meet you, you can wait a few days to meet the new me.” Astral reassured her.

“Is he at least cute?” Allison teased.

“Hopefully he’ll be handsome enough to suit you.” Astral offered in a light laugh of his own.

“Just as long as he has your eyes, and your smell, and your taste, and your amazing cock, I’ll be happy, and he won’t be missed in his old life.” Allison hummed a laugh before she felt Astral hug her in a sense without having to have a form to do it with as she hugged herself but still felt something akin to a kiss on her cheek from him all the same.

“I will. Since I met you, the others have found their hosts and half of them have already found their own alleviators. And they will be there at the funeral to meet you. And in a sense, you can meet my family from the comfort of their alleviators, and they will adore you and take care of you the way you deserve to be.” Astral offered.

“Can’t wait.” Allison replied as she smiled at the thought.

“I love you.” Astral professed.

“I love you too.” Allison cooed back just as her new bed got delivered so she could get it installed and put fresh new and the best linens on the bed itself before her family called to say they were all coming in and would be staying with her through this tragedy, which she was so happy to have. Knowing that this was the turning point where everything was going to get better.

#Monster March 2023 #Monster March #Monster March 2023 Day 30 - Slimeperson/Symbiote #Monster March Day 30- Part 4

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Life as the ultimate Test

The Quran describes life as a test, because God sent us to Earth to challenge our own perceived limitations and to help us unveil our vast array of capabilities.

Do people think once they say, “We believe,” that they will be left without being put to the test? Quran 29:2

When we shift our perspective from what God is doing to us, to what God is doing for us, we are able to see that although God may not always give us what we want, He will always give us exactly what we need.

It may be that you hate something and it is good for you and it may be that you love something and it is bad for you. Quran 2:216

He gives you people to love you, to leave you, to inspire you, to doubt you, and to believe in you. Out of His love, God lets the world hurt you and break you, not because he wants to destroy you, but because He wants to show you your hidden strengths that can only be manifested in the cocoon of trials.

God takes us into the cave of difficulty and pain when there are gems for us to find there. When hardship first arrives, it makes little sense: it feels unjust, unfair, like a punishment or undeserved pain. But truly, the difficulties we face can act as catalysts for self-discovery and growth. The core Islamic teaching that,

Verily, with hardship comes ease. Quran 94:5

When we face trials, we are being prepared to manifest our greatest potential, which is hidden beneath the shell of our comfort and conditioning.

God will find a way out for those who are mindful of Him. And He will provide from [sources] he never could imagine. And whosoever puts his trust in Allah, then He will suffice him. God will accomplish His purpose. God has appointed a measure for everything. Quran 65:2-3

When you are truly aligned with the purpose of being human, the trial and blessing become one. Every experience, every feeling, and every thought is a way that Allah speaks to you and calls to you to return back to His loving embrace. As the Quran says,

We tested them with good [times] and bad, perhaps they would return [to the Right Path]. Quran 7:168

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Trying to pull for my counterfeit joestar and he’s just not acting right😔 BUT YOU ARE SO RIGHT BUTING THAT STAR WOULD MAKE HIM BLUE SCREEN AND THEN ABSOLUTELY DESTROY YOU😩 I was just reading a thing about his clone fucking everywhere he can, like imagine albedo just muttering away at his desk and you come to bring him food bc fucking remember to eat and not overwork yourself 🙄 and he’s like “ that you I appreciate it, by the way can you help me with something?” And it’s him testing new potions on you😔 like if your the traveler he will be constantly dragging you into your teapot bc he can fuck you as loud as he wants there👀 I feel like he has a nice dick idk he was scientifically made to be perfect so his dick gotta be the same nice length with a good girth that makes you stare in shock like “ this mf was just hiding that??” I do adore unhinged possessive albedo who will fuck you in-front of his clone to show that your his and into he can fuck you like this…. BUT IM FOR THE STREETS SO IM PLACEING MYSELF INTO HIS AND KAEYA’S CAPABLE HANDS🥰 like they’re so mean bc kaeya likes to tease you and albedo is like how can He make you unravel the fastest. Like kaeya telling bc you how good you are and how well your taking him and albedo using his mouth to absolutely break you and he is gunna stare you dead in the eyes the whole time he sucks at eye contact any other time but when he’s fucking you he wants to see evey face you make. This mf the type to a look at you and slide it in slow

“ your doing so well for me love,just keep taking it for me.”

Like he makes people flustered on purpose bc he’s brutally honest and doesn’t get social cues so your teasing himself like “awwww you starring pretty hard, you like what you se😏” he will look you DEAD IN THE FUCKING EYE without missing a beat and be like

“ yes I do, seeing you like this makes me want to take you over that table right now and make you cum until your crying 😐”

And you’re sitting there slack jawed like,,,, hello?? And when you turn into a human tomato he’s like “??? You asked??? Is it not appropriate to talk about my desires?” DGDHDJ like he’s so open and honest you don’t need to guess what he’s thinking bc he will just say shit. Rip if you try and seduce him bc he will either not get it, get it and completely ignore you to see how far you will go, or sigh, get up from his desk and put your legs over his shoulders and just keep going until your begging him to slow down trying to grab his hands that are gripping your waist for dear life and this little shit will just smile and say” isn’t this what you asked for? You’ll take everything I have to give you” like possibly a breeding kink??👀just more about filling you up and watching it drip out of you. Like albedo is NASTY I can tell oh my god my chest hurts😭 he will do shit that has you covering your face bc where tf did he learn that?? Once again inviting Kaeya over to help you go dumb, like he knows Kaeya has the height so you can have a size kink as a treat🥰🥰 but since he’s not coming home I’m just gunna eat out sucrose infront of him while he’s like tied to a chair like nah you can’t get get anything bc your bad😤😤

omg how many wishes have you spent already? YOU STILL HAVE TIMEEEEEE!!!

theres just something abt albedo and his clone mmmmm,,,, hehehe like yes to fucking the clone and super yes to albedo getting jealous and hate-fucking because of his jealousy of the clone.... yeah! (that kinda reminds me of the xiaos..... kinda need to get raw dogged by both of them tbh)

DO NOTTTTT COME HERE TALKING TO ME ABOUT FUCKING KAEYA AND ALBEDO AT THE SAME TIME bc i will become the nastiest person on the planet..... there's just something about them sighhh

your albedo is so cute, i honestly never thought too much about him other than his ties to khaenriah but now im starting to understand the albedo love.... i truly am... from an albedo lore stan to an albedo love stan..... wow

nawrrrr albedo is NASTY i know he enjoys finishing inside and he literally cums buckets LMFAOOOOOO like it would be everywhere and he'd be so fascinated w it and probably would end up fingering it back into you.... you know,,,, for science~

also i knowwwww hed probs lose his mind in that chair LMAO like RIP the ties and break it.... ooooooh-

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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ALEJANDRO! — GOJO SATORU. ☆

➤ popstar!gojo masterlist

headline. after an argument regarding gojo’s career, you two take a break and it hurts. you aren’t together, so why should you care? maybe the fame is getting to gojo’s head after all. because you see him get a new assistant the very next day.

word count. 6.9k (crying)

warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo au, tiny angst ending, angst, unprotected, praise, dirty talk, you make up, squírting, implied multiple órgasms, overstim, dumbification, size kink, mixed feelings, impact play.

“satoru, are you even listening to me?” you furrow your brows in sheer annoyance. the popstar, more like the brat continued to look past you as he spoke. sometimes you questioned why you’d even put up with him for so long. of course, you grew a liking to him, as did he for you, maybe?

it was a brief silence and he rolls his eyes, burying his hands into his pockets. “i heard you. i just don’t care,” he replies before dramatically yawning. “i’m adding that track on the album whether you like it or not.”

you blink twice, he was so unserious. it was as if for a split second he forgot who he was.

the gojo satoru. the two of you were in public, currently outside of a shopping mall. he was secretly buying copies of his cds to get more sales before this meaningless altercation started. “i just think it’s not a good idea,” you sigh, feeling as if you probably weren’t gonna get through to him. “the label was strict on the duration, and—”

“you know what?” gojo abruptly cuts you off, trodding towards you. he leans forward, giving you a quick second glance before letting off a subtle scoff. “i can’t. we’re…this thing. whatever it is, we’re done,” and your eyes widen. him referring to whatever this thing was between the two of you as just something. perhaps it was foolish of you to think it would be something more.

without even thinking, you spit out, “fine. maybe you should get a new assistant then.”

“maybe i will, because someone doesn’t know how to fuckin' manage their client properly.”

oh.

it was an awkward dead silence after that. the awkwardness was so much, you could hear a pin drop.

as you glance up at the popstar, he looks unreadable. not a single thought through that brain of his. with hands buried in his pockets, he scoffs. “ya know how easy it is to replace you?”

“satoru, i’m trying to help you,” you furrow your eyebrows, briefly gawking around and trying not to make too much of a scene. you doubt lowering your tone a few notches would help. most likely, this little argument would be on the front headlines of tmz soon. “you don’t make the best decisions when it comes to things like this.”

“it’s gojo to you,” he rolls his eyes, and he turns his heels, staring to trod away. he pulls down his designer shades and he’s so dramatic. strutting down the sidewalk, he pulls out his phone before his lips curl into a pout. “address me right.”

you let off a sigh, purposely stepping right in front of him. he looks down at you, literally with a look of annoyance and slight vex.

“whatever, fine….gojo,” and you stare at him. honestly, the more you thought to yourself, why were you trying so hard? normal people would have taken the hint, but you…you felt the urge to keep testing his patience.

yet perhaps that wasn’t the brightest idea, because after all, you were dealing with a posh and snobby international brat. “firing me is only gonna make you look bad. besides, you know how the press-”

“princess, let me put it to you this way,” gojo mumbles, a toothpick casually sticking out near the corner of his mouth. the popstar gets right up close to you. you loathed how good he smelled—a rich cologne scent. specially, his own signature cologne from his very own brand.

the more he inches closer towards your face, the more you feel a tingly feeling creep its way inside your stomach. “i want nothing to do with you anymore, assistant,” and his voice, it had little to no emotion—you give him the same share of eye contact, trying to stand your ground but for some reason his words hit you like a gut punch.

a full blown gut punch to be exact. you’ve managed this brat for practically a various length of months, only for all it to go to waste from a stupid argument.

“you’re replaceable, and if you don’t wanna do your job then i’ll find someone else,” he shrugs, dusting off the shoulder parts of his leather bedazzled jacket. gojo tilts his head, studying your facial expression. in the midst of saying something, he continued, “besides, you said it yourself. to get myself a new assistant.”

“so you’re just throwing this all away?” you utter, a mere deadpan plastered on his face.

gojo grows quiet as you speak, yet he groans with a subtle eye roll. the secondhand embarrassment got to you too. again—why were you trying so hard? a question not ever you yourself could answer at that particular moment. “did me saying 'i love you' not mean anything?”

oh fuck.

you didn’t mean to say that. but at this particular moment, you kind of didn’t care.

maybe you were just a tad bit delusional but it couldn’t have been just you. out of all the times you spent with this popstar, getting to know him, saving him the trouble of getting himself hurt by fans….anything.

there had to be something there … right?

you did tell gojo you loved him out of the blue. just right after the grammys last week, it slipped out. one of the most embarrassing positions you’ve been in.

and the worst part was that gojo didn’t even say it back. more like he figured girls with him always said they loved him after having a mind-blowing orgasm from him. so you brushed it off, laughing it off awkwardly and he did the same. yet, you decided it’d be the smart idea and bring that simple reoccurrence up right now.

gojo runs a hand through his hair, pulling the tooth pick out of his mouth before scoffing. “not this again,” and with another sassy eye roll, he shifts his feet into the ground, “you’re not gonna win this argument, princess. it was fun, i’ll admit that.”

stupidity couldn’t have plastered on your face even more than that particular moment.

gojo left you there, unemployed and a total idiot.

for whatever reason, the strange ache in your heart tightened as you watched him walk away with that same fake-grin he’d have for the entire world to see. winking at his multiple die-hard fan girls.

although, it’s barely the next day before you spot gojo at some expensive shopping store reserved for only a-list celebrities. seeing him wasn’t what initially caught your attention, it was seeing him with another girl.

that made your eyebrows curl up into the biggest furrow imaginable. by him saying you were easy to replace, you didn’t think he’d be so quick.

giving her the exact same treatment he gave you, you nearly choke on your pretzel, observing the two of them.

gojo has an arm slung over her, his loud laughter that could be heard from just about a mile away.

was this jealousy you were feeling? it would be stupid, the two of you weren’t even together nor were exclusive—yet seeing your client, well ex-client made you feel a certain type of way. it was not to anyone’s surprise, seeing the numerous headlines of celebrity gossip headlines talk about the entire kerfuffle.

whatever happened to you…?

lots of people speculated the two of you were dating on the low, especially after what occurred at one of his most famous controversial performances. gojo fucking you whilst his mic was on the entire time. you’d probably never be able to live that down with him, neither would he to say the least.

you didn’t even know his new assistant’s name, but you already disliked her. the way she’d laugh at literally anything that came out of gojo’s mouth. he could let off an obnoxious belch and she’d think it was the most funniest thing in the world.

after a while, they end up leaving and you let off a irritated scoff.

maybe you were dramatic, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it stung a bit. the thought—no, the sheer reality of being replaced. you thought you were getting somewhere with the popstar.

out of the many myriad talks the two of you shared, including him even opening up about his past relationship—you figured maybe there was some kind of spark. but maybe, you thought wrong.

gojo said he was going to replace you, and that’s exactly what he did.

coincidentally enough though, you stayed over gojo’s penthouse the last time the two of you were together. you still had his key and forgot to give it to him. dragging your feet towards his residence, you grumbled.

how convenient.

you really weren’t in the mood to talk to him. besides from last time you could remember, he ended up ‘accidentally’ misplacing your panties too.

you decided to suck it up, making your way towards the popstar’s well kept home. you pause at the doormat that read in bold grassy letters, ‘home of a guy with a large dick’ and gibe. so unserious, to think he was one of the most popular pop artists known to date. he was always known to spend his money on the most witless things.

bawling up your fist, you prepare to knock on the front of the door. but instead, you just unlock it with the key. there’d be no point, besides, you’d be in and out, right? wrong…

because the moment you open the door, stood a real tall and shirtless satoru gojo. it was as if he knew you’d show up.

“mhm. just can’t get enough of me, huh,” gojo cocks his head towards the right, giving you a long four second glance. you felt your face get hot, the singer was in nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. his figure, quite slim and well built. droplets of water raced down his v-line, and you couldn’t help but sneak a long stare. “should get ya arrested for trespassin'.”

your eye twitches, finding it hard to look at him in the eye before you grumble. “i’m not stalking you, idiot. i came to give you your spare key back,” and then as he’s blankly staring at you, you halt your speech a bit before mumbling. “…and i came to get my panties back.”

“girl…huh? you’re mumbling. can’t understand ya.”

gojo sneers, and you hated how flawless his perfectly toned body was. it was distracting you, your thoughts, words, everything. the way the white towel was just barely hanging onto his waist.

his waist…so slim.

he was perfectly sculptured from his hips to further down. with a hand of his, he tugs the fabric of the towel up a bit, you were just about to spot a few specks of white hair. his happy trail, one of your favorite things about his body. how the hair just ran down and down. his sharp v-line was a force to be reckoned with. it wasn’t much a surprise that gojo was fit though, he was a trained dancer after all.

“i said,” you start to repeat yourself, trying to snap yourself out of whatever lewd trance he had you in. “…i want my panties back.”

“you came to see me jus’ to get those back?” gojo smirks, intaking a sharp breath before running a hand through his dampened hair. “is this your way of telling me you’re not wearing any panties right now?”

“i—” you utter, being cut off by mere embarrassment. gojo giggles at your lack of response, raising his head just a bit whilst awaiting your response. “can you be serious? why would i show up to your house without any underwear?”

gojo smugly grins. “you tell me. besides, what makes you think i have them?”

you glare at him and he pokes his bottom lip out. “fine, whatever. geez,” and then he moves in front of you, closing the broad door shut. you make your way inside of his doorway, awkwardly shifting your weight with your feet as he took a few steps back. “it’s in the ah…laundry room. had one of my maid’s do the load ‘n they got your stuff mixed up with mine.”

you follow gojo towards downstairs, where his huge laundry room was kept. it’s not like you had to necessarily follow him. you knew the layout of his penthouse like the back of your hand. nevertheless you were on his heels, pulling down on your skirt at the awkward silence.

was he just gonna be quiet the entire time?

him walking in front of you gave you the perfect chance to stare at his back, his back muscles specially…

it was unintentionally sexy, each step he took you watched as his muscles flex and crook together. still, he wasn’t exactly dry. it was a few leftover droplets of water racing down his back. you could make out a few scratch marks near his back as well, you were trying to remember if that was your doing or someone else.

“watch your step.”

immediately, you get cut off with gojo’s words and you fall face first into a steep like area. he groans, catching you with quick reflexes. “still so clumsy,” he mutters, and you stare up at the popstar. he returns a gaze, and then he looks away, getting you back on your feet. “c’mon..”

it was gauche—being handed your own bawled up panties. “um, thank you,” you tell him with the most somewhat neutral expression. gojo studies your eyes for a moment before nodding. the silence was killing you, and right when he was about to make his way back upstairs, you tug on his arm. “wait.”

“yeah?” he sighs deeply, bringing a hand towards his face to wipe his eyes. “did you forget something else?”

“no,” you roll your eyes, dragging your words out slowly. “you know why i really came here.”

“do i?” gojo tilts his head, leaning against the dryer. his towel hung onto his slim waist for dear life. you hated how he was playing coy, he knew the exact words that was about to go past your lips. “help me understand.”

you glare. “you don’t even like your new assistant.”

“woah now, that’s not true,” gojo brings his hands towards his hips. such sassy mannerisms, it made your eyes roll into the very back depths of your head. “for your information, i actually adore april, vivian, eh…whatever her name is.”

you deadpan, and gojo simpers. “…oh,” and his voice pitches a deep low. it makes you feel a bit of tingles in areas you’d rather not disclose. “is this your way of telling me that you miss me? you miss us?”

“obviously you don’t.” you utter, meeting straight eye contact with the popstar. the smile that lingers across his lips, he inches a bit closer towards you and it makes you nervous.

“i never said i didn’t miss you,” gojo snickers.

each inch he creates towards you, gradually closing the inelegant distance between the two of you, he brings a hand up to your face. it catches you by the upmost surprise, and he strokes a thumb against your cheek. “it’s clear you missed me though. can’t last a day without me. maybe you really are my biggest fan.”

the nerve, it made you narrow your eyes and gojo only smiles. “mhm. but fine, maybe i did miss you a little. kinda miss being put in my place if i’m being entirely honest, princess.”

you look up at him, and he’s very much serious from what you can tell. gojo’s thumb stroking against your cheek was so undeniably sensual. you intake a sharp breath, and he’s giving you an intense stare. suddenly, you felt hot and that’s when you come to the hurried realization that you were completely cornered.

you were pinned back against the front door of the dryer, he had you right exactly where he wanted you. “you didn’t have to be such an asshole, though.”

“maybe,” he says, and then you gasp once he leans right into your neck, planting a single kiss near your collarbone. you almost forgot what his touch felt like. if it was anything about gojo, it was that he could never get enough of your taste. “i didn’t mean it. i jus’ wanted to piss you off.”

“satoru—” you’d grumble, yet that’s when he softly cups your chin.

“yeah yeah. scold me later, baby,” he murmurs, and his voice was so raspy. it was as if he was longing to kiss all over you, coat your skin with a plethora of invisible markings. it’s exactly what he does. his touch felt so warm, the same smug grin never leaves his face—oh, how you hated it. although, the more you stared at his perfect lips, the more you wanted to kiss him. “you want a kiss?” he hums, as if he’s nonchalantly reading your mind again. you give him a nod, pressed right up against the cold dryer and his body—gojo swipes a thumb over your lips, inching closer and closer before he pauses. “mhm. i’ll give you a kiss if you tell me pretty please.”

you’re sending him straight daggers. as gojo presses right up against you, he’s so close that the soft fabric of the towel brushes all on your skin. it tickles, and you then feel it push up against you. his bulge, his bulge that stuck out despite having a lengthy towel shielding his pure nudity from underneath his torso. your lips quavered, desperately wanting to feel his own mouth mash against yours. “s-satoru.”

“mhm. for an assistant, ya don’t seem to like followin' instructions,” he whispers right next to your lip. the warmth of his breath wafts right beside your own lips and it makes a small whine fly right out of your mouth. “you missed me so bad. all like this for a kiss, adorable.”

“prettypleaseprettypleasee,” you’d pout, and you don’t even realize you’re pouting until he smiles, pointing it out. gojo gives in within seconds, squeezing your chin and bringing you into a deep passionate kiss.

it started slow like it always did, with that same thumb of his coolly skimming beneath your chin, you part your lips. chaste—the perfect word to describe the kiss, it was a mixture of sloppy and straight lust. gojo had a sweet taste of peppermint on his tongue, you moaned the moment he started to get handsy. a smile curls against his lips once he feels your failed attempt to yank his towel off.

gojo only then reaches down between your legs, past your skirt — pulling up your thigh, he hums right into your mouth once his fingers only feel nothing but soft skin. “ooh,” he briefly pulls away, sneaking a kiss near the inner part of your jaw. “i was right. no panties,” and then he tsks. “how unprofessional.”

“shut up,” you huff, and he lets you remove the towel. gojo’s dampened body collides against yours, and he’s almost grinding against you—you initiate the kiss this time. wrapping both arms over his broad shoulders, your tongue continued to battle for dominance with his. each nanosecond his breathing picked up, casually racing within itself. everything around you felt warm, you felt like you were floating, burning up hot, but floating.

it’s only been a day, perhaps half a day but it felt like years. you didn’t care if this made you appear to be obsessed or whatever. all you knew was that you wanted this stupid popstar.

gojo slips off a whine once he feels you reach for his length, giving him a few concise strokes. “f-fuckin’ damn, i’m a little sensitive from earlier,” and as he breathlessly speaks between kisses, gojo’s the one to grow a bit timid now and he gives you a dazed glance. “heh, don’t look at me like that. it turns me on when you’re angry at me.”

“you’re so weird,” you deadpan, and you shudder even more. feeling a hand over yours wrap around his length. gojo’s nostrils briefly flare up, and as he’s intaking a breath, he tosses the towel to the side. you glance down, staring at his bulge and it makes the popstar a bit…nervous.

“f-fuck,” he’d groan, and that’s the exact moment where out of nowhere—gojo lifts you up. he sits you on top of the lid of the dryer, spreading your legs open. with a big hand, he slowly but surely pries them open, taking a good peak between them. “such a bold girl. comin’ to see me like this,” and he presses his lips towards the inner part of your thigh. you moan, watching gojo then lap out his tongue to lick a long stripe right near the crevice of your leg. “taste just as sweet as i remember.”

“don’t tease me, ‘toru.” you’d whine, feeling him leave sloppy kisses and bites all over your thighs. he ran his tongue up your leg, stopping right once he reached near your slick entrance.

gojo hums, cerulean eyes meeting yours for a second. his gaze was forever attractive, the way his eyes would trail up and down your body. he leans up close towards between your legs, and uses two fingers to spread your folds apart. “don’t tease me ‘toruuuu, she says,” he mocks your whiney delivery, and the popstar briefly laps his tongue against your clit for about three seconds. those three seconds was enough to throw you over the edge. his tongue was so long and pretty — a pretty bright pink, and you stared at it the entire time. “hm. assistants shouldn’t be this soaked.”

“don’t e-eat me out, wait,” you breathe, grabbing a fistful of his perfect whitened strands. gojo looks at you with a pompous grin, just preparing to dig in before you pull his head up. “just fuck me.”

“well excuse me then,” he rolls his eyes, making a fake caught off guard gasp. gojo takes one look at your glistened slit, a tiny pout going against his lips. “but how else am i gonna warm up my vocals, princess?”

“…you can’t warm up your vocals by eating pussy, satoru,” you mutter, not even believing you have to say that…then again, it’s satoru gojo. you shouldn’t even be so surprised anymore. the cute scowl that plastered across his face only widened. he sits up, moving you closer towards him. you sat on the cold lid of the dryer, and you watch as he springs his cock out.

gojo grouses. “oh fineee, be boring. let me starve, whatever,” and he’s so sassy it’s cute, the way his eyebrows curl up into a furrow. his dimples press against both sides of his temples, and you gasp once he aligns himself against your sleek entrance.

“i can’t even be that mad,” he suddenly breathes, a bit of a shakiness nearing his tone. “you’re so wet f’me, damnnn,” and you bite your lip as he starts to sink himself in. his fat tip - it prods against your folds, squeezing itself inside with such ease. “missed her bad,” and he pauses, watching himself disappear inside your cunt. the loud welcoming squelch your cunt made as a response to gojo’s length was music to his ears. your legs felt like mush and he presses a hand down your thigh. “listen to her, how she talks to me all nasty.”

“h-hurry up, satoruuu,” you’d whimper, his dirty talk sending you straight shivers to roam all throughout your body. he’d always speak to your pussy as if it could talk back, one of the many filthy things he’s loved doing with you. you couldn’t wait anymore, you wanted him. one thing about gojo, he loved more than anything to take his time with you.

he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him. your jaw dropped, feeling how thick he started to stretch you out. spurts of his own pre-cum coating all against your entrance.

he pants, starting to pant before he sinks a bit further inside of you. “uh—! don’t rush me. ‘s rude,” he creates a faux pout, and he briefly pulls out to slap his throbbing plump tip near the very front part of your entrance. he was teasing you so bad, you didn’t even register that you were laid flat on top of the machine, legs sprawled and your jaw nearly hanging. he was so big, such inches to leave you stuffed for many many for days. you hugged his cock much thanks to your walls, and gojo groans. “s-so warm..”

gojo was so hard and pent up, he gnaws on his lip before going in just a bit further. he starts to pant a bit, staring at how good you grip down on him. nice and snug, he brings a thumb towards the top part of your clit, smearing your own slick over your folds before he’s just about half way in. “you take sooo f-fuckin’ long.”

he giggles at the way your words were a bit slurred, your tummy heaved as he was gradually easing himself inside. “thought i told ya not to rush me, princess,” and you moaned once you felt him present you with an abrupt thrust that makes you jolt back—grabbing onto his arm. “mhm. what did i say last time? patience is a virgin, heh.”

“it’s virtue, you idiot.” you whined, your eyes nearly roll back from how good he splits your wetness into two. gojo was long, deliciously lengthy with such fat girth. he wasn’t particularly thick, but he had quite the height on him.

“virgin, virtue, same thing.” the popstar cheeses, and you moaned once he finally starts up a pace.

you had to cling onto his wrists, babbling off all kinds of pathetic whimpers. your sweet whines bounced off the walls—just reverberating across the entire room. you hope no one heard you.

his muscles, way near his ripped abs . . they clench and flex, and it’s so attractive. his body was almost dry, almost. however, he was just a bit damp near his happy trail and past his sharp v-line.

“f-fuckkk,” you’d swallow, barely being able to hold on. it only took a few pre-thrusts for him to figure out his pace and seconds later, you’re being ruthlessly drilled into. his hips, the way they struck into you at a sensual movement had your head spinning. nails of yours claw into his arm and he smiles, making sure to reach every spot.

regarding yesterday, gojo wasn’t necessarily lying. he didn’t mean everything he said, he just likes to talk and talk and talk.

much of that was quite apparent, and he knew you’d come running right back to him. misplacing your panties or not. although, the big question was forever a mystery with him.

…did he love you?

what do you even consider this ‘thing’ you two have? multiple unanswered ignored questions. gojo’s hips were smooth against you, jerking back and forth. he’s got a hand gripping onto your thigh as you’re sat up against the cold lid. you stupidly confessed to him, and he figured you were just saying it to say it.

unprofessional, sure. delusional, maybe…

but you knew you couldn’t be crazy. there had to be at least something between the two of you. the way he kisses you, friends don’t just do that. friends don’t kiss like that.

…is what you kept telling yourself.

his strokes had you losing your mind, sputtering nonsense—gojo watches you, and he leans up close to bring a finger towards your lips. a thumb of his pulls your bottom lip down, and he inches closer before giving you a fervent wet kiss. he ran his tongue against yours, and he was stuffing you so full that your legs merely gave out. “h-harder,” you’d whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. a smirk tugs on his lips and you spot his dimples poke out through your half-lidded peripherals. that’s when gojo then decided to deepens his hits. “harder, harder, harderrrr..”

“slower, baby yeah?” gojo teases, and he purposely brings his hips to a slowing halt.

the frown that goes against your lips was too cute. the popstar chuckles, his dick twitching inside you. he’s stirring up your insides perfectly before he stops his pace. you whine, scratching at his back this time and he hums. “ohhh. don’t like that? ‘m sorry,” he didn’t mean that apology. not in the slightest. he goes back to playing with hour bottom lip, stroking against it before sliding a finger into your mouth. “such pretty lips, so good for suckin’.”

you moaned, immediately sucking his finger before he adds another. he swabs all around your mouth before you briefly end up gagging.

“forgot how sloppy ya always get for me,” and he’s fucking you so deep, your warmth drives him wild. his base, the way it smacks and thwacks right against your entrance has your mind going in a loop. “get my fingers nice ‘n wet, good girl. coat ‘em real sweet. juuuuust like that, princess.”

his candied words, it had you pulsing.

the moment gojo starts up his vigorous pace again, you’re whimpering. he can never stand still though. one second you’re sat on top of the dryer, the next he drags you towards the cushioned sofa. you crave more of him, his dick reached all the right spot and oh, your maw was dropped.

“s-satoruuu,” you’d huff out, and he’d have you in a subtle mating press now. he’d have you on all fours, but he was a lazy man. he’d prefer to look you dead into your eyes the moment you were reaching your inevitable peak. “so d-deeeep.”

“perfect fit for you,” he murmurs in a husky rasp.

gojo’s balls deep, it’s a tight fit and he’s just ramming right into your dripping cunt. you coat him with so much of your slick, it’s messy.

exactly how he liked it too. you whine, feeling him drive such rough thrusts into you. this position, it was so lewd. the perfect angle to grab you by the chin and shove his tongue down your throat. it’s what he does too, sneaking various kisses near your lips, the very corner of your mouth, anywhere and everywhere.

gojo groans, feeling you start to grip and grasp a bit tighter against him. it’s his turn for his eyes to roll back, and he looks so pretty. your pussy’s got him in a trance. a trance he never wanted to escape out of.

“damn, y-you’re so soakin’ for me. makin’ me jus’ as messy as you, baby,” he pants, and you feel him continuously twitch inside of you. gojo lightly lifts up your leg, and he starts to nibble near your ankle. you whine, feeling yourself approach a nearby orgasm. the thought of leaving a slick mess on his cock made your mouth water.

you needed it.

he slams back into you each time, it gives you whiplash. sweetened murmurs of his name were the only words to leave past your spit-glossed lips, and you moan a drawn out, “t-think ‘m getting close, ‘toru. really close, fuckkk.”

“wait a little, princess,” he slyly remarks, and you feel his hips piston. you were dumbfounded, stupid even. his stamina, practically non existent. right when you think he’s finished he starts up again. you’re dumbly nodding your head in endorsement from the way he’s got you thumping back against the cushion. “wait for meee.” and he starts singing.

he’s mocking you, he strokes your chin before flashing you a teasing grin. it’s not funny anymore once his voice cracks and he clears his throat to play it off. “eheh.”

“i c-can’t,” you’d stammer, and you gasp once you feel a single coil within you snap. you’re an entire mess underneath him. his dick, so lengthy it made you salivate entirely. gojo reached every single orifice inside of your pussy, every edge, every corner. like most people knew the layouts of places, he knew the exact layout of your pussy. every single time. “oh my g-goddd.”

gojo’s jaw tightens, and as you’re being pummeled into the mattress. you end up squirting, gushing out so much.

gojo doesn’t realize it until he looks into your dilated irises, and pauses. “oooooh,” he purrs, his words sounding in the form of a curious question. “did you just squirt?”

silence was your answer, and he just hums. gojo stares down, bringing a thumb towards your swollen slit, massaging against the entrance and you shudder. “fuck. you fuckin’ squirter,” he coos, his voice grows a bit low, a deep deep low. you pulse, making a cute attempt to hide your face but he pulls your hands away. “awwww, baby, baby. don’t hide that face from me. i like my assistants messy anyway.”

you were drenched beneath him, gojo leans in to kiss you.

so sensual yet filled with the most passion. you whimpered, feeling his toned body rock against you. hands of yours roamed down his back, pulling him close and he allows his tongue to part right against yours. he didn’t know what it was about you but he knew for certain that you were addicting.

his taste, it was enchanted with sweetness. minty and all, you allow his tongue to ghost amongst your own — and that’s right when gojo moans into your mouth.

he’s buried deep into you, and he briefly pulls away, a pretty cobweb of glistening spit departs from your lips and he groans. “damnnn, ‘m cumming too,” and it was so abrupt. he didn’t expect it.

once goio’s load came, it was so thick.

stringy, multiple ropes shot inside you to make you permanently feel his warmth. mating press, the most perfect position if not one of the best positions to get stuffed full like this.

“s-shitttt,” he starts to whine, and it was far more then be intended for it to be. you were being pumped full of cum, it takes a lot out of him. quite literally, he pauses his hips and takes a moment.

there, you laid and lingering over you with the most feral look was gojo. his weight briefly lingers over you — and the look he’s giving you, you’re pulsing heavily. he starts heaving and heaving, beads of sweat racing down his and before he blinks. “milkin’ me s-so much,” and then be slowly lifts your leg up, throwing it over his shoulder. “still have more though. wanna see your tummy all plump. spillin’ everything out, just for me to see.”

and he does exactly what he says, gojo even pulls out just to watch his own cum spill out. it makes him pout, and he plugs his dick back inside once he starts up again. you moaned, feeling the stickiness all over your inner thighs. it was his favorite part. watching his own viscid cum run down your plush thighs, only to then shove some of it back into your folds.

the popstar was addicted to you, there was no doubt. sure, he’d be a drama queen and say he’s done with you — but you and him both knew the sheer reality. perhaps gojo shared the same feelings, he just didn’t wanna admit it.

falling in love in the entertainment industry was always a scary thing. especially for gojo. but part of you wanted to change that. if he’d let you.

gojo fucked you through numerous positions.

each one leaving you with teeth-shattering orgasms. it was never ending, it felt so good that you never wanted it to end. it was to the point where sweet cacophonies of, “s-satoruuu,” and “pleaseeee,” rang throughout his ears. only he could make you whimper out the prettiest babbles for him.

he’d have you riding him at this point, and he’s in the midst of dumping another warm load right into you. gojo stares in awe at how your hips grind and move effortlessly against him. he’s got a hand attached to your right hip, and he spanks your ass. “f-fuckkk, keep movin’ like that. make me cum, make me fuckin’ cum.”

and once he came inside you for probably the umpteenth time, you steady your hips, leaning in to give the popstar a kiss near his neck. he moans from your touch, pulling you close to him as your legs felt nearly nonexistent.

“good girl, easy e-easyyy,” he purrs against your ear, and you’re putty within his hands practically. he runs a hand down your back, moving a few strands out of your face before he’s panting right with you. he grows quiet for a moment before swallowing. “damn. that was,” and he’s breaking between each of his words, pulling you right into his bare chest. “. . so hot. you should really get more jealous like this, princess.”

“i wasn’t— i wasn’t jealous,” you huff out, leaning back to stare at him. gojo smirks, his eyes averting towards your lips before back towards your face. “but satoru. you still— you never answered my question from before.”

he raises a brow, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his palm. “hm? what question.”

“…okay,” you intake a breath, feeling as though you had ran an entire marathon. “what does this mean? you um.. never said anything about being exclusive.”

“do you wanna be exclusive?” gojo sneers, cocking his head towards the left.

“i’m being serious.” you mumble, he’s still buried inside you and you shift a bit on his lap.

the popstar rolls his eyes. “girl, so am i,” and he plants a kiss near the corner of your mouth. “the press already thinks we’re dating. especially after seeing us bicker like an old couple in public.”

“so...” you look up at him, returning a kiss near his lip. your eyes basically spoke for you and he understood what you were trying to hint at.

“sooo,” he mimics you, stroking a thumb against your hip.

“if we’re gonna be together, you need to fire that new assistant.” you grouse.

“oh right riiiight,” gojo snickers. “i’ll fire her extra hard just for you, baby.”

you pause with the most noticeable deadpan. “that doesn’t even make sense.”

gojo simpers. “geez, we gotta work on that sense of humor. anything i say is supposed to be funny to you,” and he wraps an arm around you—you feel warm, pulled into his strong warm embrace. “mhm. but now that we’re finally together, i do wanna start off by saying how much i love you.”

“huh?” you croak.

gojo smugly grins, nudging you. “you heard me. i love you,” and he kisses your lips for a split second, only to pull away to watch you fully register what he just said. after what felt like ages, he finally said it back.

“r-really?” you’d softly utter, starting to feel warm all over your body. it was all your mouth could mutter out, your eyes were slightly agape and you couldn’t believe he’d return the same feelings.

“mhmmm,” he nods, stroking your back. gojo brings you into a kiss, and you kiss back, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

you felt a weight get lifted off your shoulders, and you lean forward towards him, a brief body language sign that you wanted to start up again. his sweet taste had you whining for more, your legs locked over his waist…. and that’s right when he squeezes the right part of your ass. a good firm grip, leaning back for you to take control of him.

“so he loves you, huh.”

you’re interrupted by a low raspy voice, you break away . . . and everything was so quick, a blink of an eye. you’re staring at gojo and his reaction was just as yours was slow. he stares, not at you—but from behind you where apparently a tall broad figure was.

a loud bang rang throughout the room, and gojo choked out a gasp. again, your reaction was slow. for a second, it was like time stopped. you watched in front of you as gojo clenches his heart, a faint breathy gasp for air before he falls backwards. it was the screeching ring of a shot.

you heard what sounded like cocking in the background and you immensely crawl off of gojo’s lap.

“s-satoru?” you stammer, not even believing your eyes—you were far too scared to look behind you, let alone look near your peripherals. gojo grunts, his eyes flickering and you then after seconds later, you end up turning around to see him.

toji.

“hey girl,” he nods, that familiar smug expression never leaving his face, “miss me? i let you have your fun for a while,” toji snickers, blowing the smoke out of the muzzle. as he walks towards you, his footsteps were awfully loud. you froze, glancing down at gojo who had a awfully pale color starting to quickly take over his skin.

words couldn’t leave your lips for whatever reason, it was as if you were mute—lip locked.

you felt numb, entirely so. gojo’d just said he loved you back, and now he looked almost lifeless.

“what do you think would be a better headline? ‘famous popstar found unresponsive at the scene!’ or uh.. ‘popstar 'satoru gojo' gets into a fight with his assistant’s boyfriend and things get a little…messy’.”

“we aren’t even together anymore. fuck you, toji.” you spat, fat incoming tears blinding your vision practically.

“you did that a long time ago, sweetheart,” toji purrs, you could hear the enjoyment in his voice. “and technically, we never broke up,” he corrects you with a shrug. “oh boo hoo, enough with the tears. should be thanking me, really. no one can love you like i can. told ya i’d come back for you,” and then he chuckles behind your ear, a rough hand going on your shoulder. “now let’s go home, princess.”

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