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blazingblorbos · 7 days

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oh god. oh god. oh.. oh gosh. I didn't expect this so soon. I didn't expect this today, I've been busy with life related things so the HYV calendar is really unbeknownst to me, is this update really next week already?? where can I rant about this- whERe can I rant about this-

oh. I made a blog for that exact purpose ! OKAY—!

fuck. fuck me, dude holy-

FUCK.

the slightly worried look on Arle's face as Snezhevna is reaching out her hand, only for her face to seemingly revert back to cold and neutral once the camera actually focuses in on her. Her tone is cold but her words are reassuring,,,,,,,,

ALSO GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. HOW GENTLY SHE HOLDS HER HAND.

the d o o r. the DOOR. THE FUCKING DOOR, CHAT. the slow opening at first, and once you can make out that it's certainly Arle's silhouette she shoves it fully open - both doors, both hands. incredibly attractive—. the FEAR in that man's eyes.

The crossed hands. We can't see her face but you know what expression she's making (it's not really an expression. it's neutral but you can feel it). THE FUCKING F E A R ON THAT MAN'S FACE.

Oh- she literally just grabbed him by the throat. Just like that- ! There's the expression. Oh, you feel it, alright. If you go frame by frame, you'll notice her eyes narrow in the slightest right before ->

POV: you're getting chocked out by Arlecchino, and that's actually the least of your worries. (my god she is beautiful).

I did not expect him to simply be thrown down to the ground and I ... d i d not expect her to step on his FACE. [insert gay masochistic joke here. you know the one]. Did not expect her to smile (this is the ONLY scene wherein we see her smile even slightly... huh...) *And the reason I say "I did not expect her to smile", is because with the momentum we were getting I thought she was straight up going to crush his throat, or stab him (hand, weapon or otherwise). It looked like she was digging the forefoot of her shoe into the guys head and not the... .. y'know deadly fucking heel, so that.. confused me. (and the sound when she supposedly stomped his head in did NOT sound all that impactful) but ANYWAYS I digress-

I'm of course assuming more happened after the cut to black because . madam where did you get that bloodstain on you—

BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE!?!?!? (more on this in a second)

Freminet??? Freminet feature ! (not Lyney or Lynette.. interesting). :(((( the poor boy sounds so,, desensitized. His father

holy shit quick intermission. After the mental chronological fuckfest that was "The Song Burning in the Embers" I don't think I can look at Arle and the HotH the same anymore because she's.. she's like not even 10 years older than them (?) it's insane this doesn't make any sense- ANYWAYS.

HIS FATHER comes back with what we later see to be real blood on her face. Tells him "I've acquired new funds". We know what that means... HE knows what that means!!, and the way WE - THE AUDIENCE - know that Freminet knows what it means is because the boy replies "Oh.. Okay.."

LIKE-! chat omg this is truly just routine for them,,,, Like out of the 3 siblings, Freminet always gave off the biggest child assassin vibe, but wow. To see that routine and desensitized nature of the HotH's line of work just,, splayed out in a Character Trailer is . wow. and the look in his eyes as he says it is- wow.

YEAH UHH BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE??/ The lighting in this scene now is evidently less saturated. And it's just- oh my FUCKING GOD it does so many things:

the blood on Arle's face looks... dry. it doesn't look as fresh as you may expect which could mean many things. It could mean she spent,,, hella long in there with that guy doing what needed to be done. It could mean she took care to something else immediately after dealing with the guy (perhaps smth related to the children Snezhevna wanted to save). But regardless it means she didn't put in the effort to clean her face and hide what happened. OBVIOUSLY !!! that is so . obviously her style but to S E E IT IN MY GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTER TRAILER it's- oh my god

it serves to highlight the really, truly, bleak nature of the scene now that we know plain and simple Arlecchino just killed a man. There's no subtext, there's no reading between the lines. The only thing that didn't happen is that we didn't see contact nor see a body. But, no sugarcoating, Arlecchino killed a man. No one is hiding it. You are not surprised. No one should be but damn.

and ofc it acts as a representation of Snezhevna dying...

because it seems like the saturation is back once the camera switches to looking at Snezhevna laying in bed.

And is it me, or does it look like Arle's allowing herself to actually display a tinge of worry in her expression this time? And also, EVER so slightly in her tone as well. You can feel it, it's gentler.

"Once I'm better I'll start my next mission.."

THIS. THIS!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS!

OKAY. so bear with me. I haven't actually read any of the sibling's character stories yet, so there could be a LOT of info I'm missing but:

There's still a pretty thought-provoking conversation going on (in MY mind, at least) about just how intensely these children are being trailed to be soldiers for the Fatui. They're obviously in an environment that indoctrinates them into being soldiers of SOME kind, but I still don't know what kind of soldier that's supposed to be. Are they all ALWAYS extensions of the Fatui? Or are they more-so extensions of Arlecchino specifically..? Snezhevna was obviously trying to help those children she came across, and I'm assuming that happened on her latest mission, so was the mission for a charitable cause?? What was her next mission supposed to be?? Same line of work? Saving people? Or would it switch up and was she going to be sent to "take care of" (kill .) someone???

So I don't know whether to interpret that line as a hint of them being overworked and 1) feeling like they need to continue their work out of pure fear that they'll be deemed ineffective and useless... or 2) feeling like they need to continue their work out of a sense of loyalty and duty to the place that took them in and raised them. Or both..

and ofc the funeral scene. I can't say much more than what's already shown right on the screen.

and am I bugging? Or is the location of the grave....

#LONG post #first of all. I am kissing Genshin Impact's (HoYovere's entire) artstyle on the mouth.#second of all #Erin Yvette #oh my god Erin Yvette.#the 'My child...' line.. what if I literally blow up the world I'm going to explode #Arlecchino is drop dead gorgeous in this. That's a given but what kind of gay person would I be if I didn't say it anyway #it's always a given with their trailers. A l w a y s.#she's so drop dead handsome oh my god I fucking hate gender #blazingramble #holy shit new tag wtf #I try not to do these on here often but...#meh. my blog #I needed a place to write it down and I'm honestly getting self-conscious abt using my discord server #I say the kids at the HotH are desensitized 'cause like.. it's FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE that they DON'T know!!!!#they can ACT like they don't !!! sure! repression is very real and these kids are exposed to a LOT of trauma. Yes #but they are NOT FUCKING IGNORANT about it #the older ones at least; of course the younger they are the more likely they're sheltered from the Fatui's violent practices #like Lyney Lynette Freminet and other kids their age are child assassins. Now I'm PRETTY FUCKIN CONFIDENT they've killed people #like it wasn't hard to believe before but (and remember I haven't read their character stories) before it was mostly believable conjecture #I can't get over the scene where she returns to the bed #Arlecchino #genshin impact #genshin #genshin arlecchino #the knave #Genshin the knave #blazingshitpost genshin edition #blazingshitpost #Youtube

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5targrrl · 1 year

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𓈒 ˙ 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐒 / horror, sci-fi, thriller. a camp nano project.

BREAKING NEWS! SENATOR'S SON ARRESTED FOR MURDER! Police chief Simon Brozik reports that Dorian Starosta, son of Senator Ludvik Starosta, is indisputably to blame for the mysterious death that befell the Senator's late wife, Thea Starosta. Dorian suspected to be involved in a cover-up operation alongside three others whom are rumored to be childhood acquaintances of the Starosta family. "I always suspected something to be off about him," Chief Brozik says. "I am disgusted to have discovered that my suspicions were true."

⸺⠀THE HEADLINES.

TITLE: We Were Lambs. GENRE : Adult Horror Sci-fi Thriller. STATUS: Plotting &&. Outlining. SETTING: Set in a futuristic country based off of the Czech Republic. THEMES &&. TROPES: Lgbt+ cast, Religious trauma and guilt, Unresolved grieving, Unreliable narrator, Found family, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Utopian world with Dystopian undertones. CONTENT WARNINGS: Substance abuse, Graphic depictions of murder and torture, Abuse, Gore, Mentions of disordered eating. LINKS: Wip Tag, Pinterest.

⸺⠀THE GOSSIP.

WHEN DORIAN STAROSTA is arrested alongside three of his old childhood bestfriends for the murder of his mother, Dorian's world begins to crumble all around him. Sentenced to life in prison, the four are given the opportunity to participate in a psychiatric rehabilitation program in the form of a virtual-reality game. If won, their criminal records will be wiped, garnering them the opportunity to return to society as changed upstanding-citizens. But if they lose? They are promised a slow, tortuous death. With nothing left to lose and a whole lot to prove, they begrudgingly accept. Signing their lives away to be confined in a virtual hellscape. Because Dorian Starosta is many things but he knows a murderer is not one of them, and he'll be damned if he is not able to prove that.

⸺⠀THE SUSPECTS.

DORIAN STAROSTA - A grieving classical pianist living under the shadow of his father with no recollection of the timeline before and after the death of his mother.

SALMA SAHAR - The cold-hearted assistant of a famous fashion designer. With the rumors surrounding her whispering that her positions opening wasn't all that accidental, people aren't all surprised when the verdict in the Starosta case is guilty.

VERGIL LIANG - An Oxford academic with a silver tongue and sharp mind. He fled to England alongside his brother weeks after Thea died, the only time he decides to speak is to ask how his brother is.

WINSLOW PAVLOVICH - More a ghost than a man. Sheathed in mystery the path he followed after the death of Thea is unknown, though, the numerous scars that have showed up on his skin since the four last met is one of the only hints he wordlessly gives away.

⸺⠀TAGLIST.

Tagging a few people who showed interest in this wip, Reblog / Send an Ask to be +/-. I am working on this for camp so y'all should totes add me on nano! Thank you for reading babes!! @sourrcandy , @kingsinking , @ls-daydreams

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quilleth · 5 months

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Tiramisu and peach parfait! :D

tiramisu ー your favorite warm drink & favorite cold drink

Favorite hot drink would be a chai latte! And favorite cold drink would be apple cider from the cider mill in my hometown (yes i am a snob about apple cider. they have a fancy antique press. it adds to the experience lol)

peach parfait ー name a song/album that you associate with a period time in your life & why

Hmm i don't tend to associate songs or albums with specific periods of my life, generally because my memory is so bad at remembering time frames for things to begin with xD But Lungs by Florence and the machine comes to mind, largely because I'm Not Calling You a Liar had a version in the DA2 end credits and I sobbed like a baby about it and then flung myself into fandom and really sat down and wrote fanfics because of it, and eventually met a bunch of really lovely people because of it, and however circuitously the route led me to meeting people in other fandoms (like 7kpp :D)

#ask games #*blows kisses to my pocket friends*#i've made some really wonderful friends through fandoms and it all kind of started because da2 kicked me in the feels #so i associate that song with da2 and getting into fandom in general #like i'd sort of lurked in some before then but didn't interact much or create much #and then bam #and now here i am with a bunch of friends on tumblr and in various discord servers #because we liked the same things <3 #that got really sappy lol

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lemonlover1110 · 1 month

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𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃

Choso

Pairing: Bass Guitarist!Choso x f!Reader

Summary: You usually hang out with Choso after his concerts, only this time he wants to talk about your relationship. Luckily for you, you know how to distract him from important matters.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Friends with Benefits, Car Sex, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Squirting, Creampie, Angst if you squint

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This art was sent in my server and I was forced to write about him in this AU, anyway I hope you lovelies enjoy!! likes and reblog always appreciated❤️

There’s a whole crowd that screams Choso’s name from the top of their lungs as his fingers strum against the strings of his bass. Choso, a very reserved man, someone who is not even the star of the band but the most beloved amongst fans. Is it because they barely know anything about him? Or is it because he looks too hot while he really gets into the song? For you, it’s the latter.

Choso lets himself loose as his mind, body and soul embrace the song. It becomes an issue for him to stay close to the microphone, until he realizes his vocals come up. He’s sweaty, his eyeshadow smudged and running down his cheeks; it’s a look that drives the fangirls wild, and you can’t exactly blame them for it.

They get louder when they hear Choso’s voice, and you wonder if it drives Suguru insane that even though he’s the lead vocalist, he doesn’t get as much attention as Choso. There’s just something about Choso that has everyone in a trance. He looks so seductive even when he barely tries.

The song ends, and the crowd cheers, wanting more from the band. For a moment the only thing you hear is the crowd chanting Choso’s name. You don’t understand why they go wild over him, but then again, you guess that the lack of knowledge about him makes him intriguing. However, you know all you need to know about him.

“I really don’t get why they go so crazy over him! I’d argue that Getou is hotter.” You yell to your friend, and she rolls her eyes. She knows you’re just talking to talk because given the option, you always choose Choso.

The noise dies as the sound of the bass begins again. All eyes are on Choso until Suguru begins to sing. Your eyes stay on Choso, and his eyes scan the crowd until they land on you. A smile comes onto his face as you maintain eye contact. His eyes finally look away, looking down at his guitar. You know you’ll be seeing each other later.

Just to tease you, he does something that he rarely does. Something that makes the crowd get louder, his tongue running up the neck of his guitar. You roll your eyes as your cheeks get hot. You fucking hate him.

You have no issue getting backstage after the show. The security guard looks at your friend funny, but he knows you so he assumes that she’s okay to pass. He doubts that anyone will have a problem since you’re beloved among the band members.

“Hi, Lexi.” You wave at the woman who talks with her boyfriend. Suguru’s arm is thrown over her shoulders while they head to the door that you just walked through. She waves at you, blowing a kiss your way before focusing on her boyfriend again.

“Where’s Gojo?” Your friend asks, her eyes searching for the white haired man, after all, she joined you just because she knew you could get her the opportunity to talk to Satoru. You were going to come either way since Choso sent you a message, it didn’t hurt for her to tag along.

You’re about to help her, but your eyes land on Choso. There’s a subtle smile on his face when he notices you. He walks toward you, and you completely ignore your friend as she continues asking about Satoru. She rolls her eyes, knowing damn well that you were acting tough and annoyed as everyone chanted Choso’s name because according to you he isn’t a big deal. It’s clear jealousy.

From what she knows, you and Choso have an unusual friendship– Which is another way of saying that you’re friends with benefits. You both came to an agreement where you could use each other’s bodies with no strings attached, however, tonight it might all come to an end. Whether you like it or not.

“I’m glad to see you here.” Choso says as you give him a side hug. You don’t like to get too touchy while others are around. He still kisses the top of your head, before he looks at your friend. “Who did you bring with you tonight?”

“Just my friend. She wants to meet Gojo.” You tell him, as his fingers intertwine with yours. Choso calls out for Satoru, hoping that the sooner your friend meets Satoru, the sooner you’ll get out of the place. Although getting out of the place so soon isn’t the best idea since there’s still an army of fans outside that will do just about anything to get a picture with Choso.

The band’s popularity has increased over the past couple of months, and suddenly Choso always has someone throwing themselves at him. It ticks you off more than you’d like to admit.

“What?” Satoru asks, clear annoyance in his voice. He notices you and he begins to approach you to give you a hug, but it earns a glare from Choso. All the members know you well and they consider you a good friend, which means they all know your situation with Choso. When Satoru notices the look, he sticks with a simple greeting. “Hey.”

“Hi, Gojo.” You smile at him. You then point to your friend, informing him, “She’s here to meet you.”

“Are you her ride home?” Choso questions, and you shake your head in response. She brought you here knowing that you would go your separate ways after the concert. She saw the message that Choso had left on your phone, and she urged you to come. “Does that mean we can leave?”

“I think so.” You answer. You still check to see if she’s okay being left alone with Satoru before leaving. When she says yes, you lead Choso out of the building. Your eyes stare at the case of his guitar and you ask, “Do you need help? I’m really strong, just so you know.”

He laughs, “No doubt about it, but I can handle it.”

“You’re in a hurry.” Choso comments when you step outside. He takes the lead, dragging you to his car.

“Weren’t you the one that was asking if we could leave?” You chuckle, and he laughs as well. He opens the trunk to put the case in before walking to the passenger door and opening it for you. He watches you get inside before he shuts the door for you. He nearly runs to the driver’s side, embarrassingly impatient.

“Do you want to join Lexi and Suguru tonight? Or what do you want to do?” Choso isn’t exactly the person to go hang out with his friends after a concert, especially at a bar. But he knows that you like that sort of stuff, so he sticks with you until you’re ready to go back home– Or back to his apartment, whichever place is closest to the place you’re hanging out in.

“Can we just go back to your place?” You respond, your eyes focused on his side profile. You were too jealous earlier to admire just how good he looks tonight.

“Can we talk about–” He begins, but you grab the collar of his shirt and put your lips on his before he can finish his sentence. You know he wants to talk about the message that he sent, something that made you want to stay home tonight. Can we talk about us? Or something along those lines, you just know that you don’t want to change this perfect arrangement.

Your tongue enters his mouth, pressing against his while your hands go to his belt. He doesn’t know why you’re so eager tonight, it doesn’t click in his head. Maybe the little trick from earlier worked to rile you up, and he’s certain that it was that when you unbutton his pants and begin to pull them down.

“Here? Aren’t you scared–” He begins when you pull away from the kiss but you begin to kiss his neck. Your lips go to that one sweet spot that makes him weak, sucking on it. You aren’t scared that you’ll get caught, that’s good to know. He’s the one that should be worried about getting caught since he’s the one that has to hold a public image.

The parking lot is private, and it’s pretty much empty. He isn’t too worried about that.

“Don’t you want to go somewhere more private?” He still asks but he doesn’t bother to stop you as you spit on his cock, your hand wrapping around the base and slowly stroking it.

“We can talk later. Right now, I need your cock in my mouth.” You kiss his shaft before your tongue drags on his length and begins to circle on his tip. You begin to kiss the tip, causing Choso to bite down his lip. He’s certainly not going to stop now.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, hearing the moan whimper just at the feeling of your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick. Everything you do drives him wild. It’s why he can’t stop you when he wants to talk about more serious issues– Issues that concern your relationship and what you’re doing.

He doesn’t like it like this though. He loves the sight of your pretty face as your mouth is wrapped around his cock. He still loves the feeling though. He praises you, “You’re doing so good, baby.”

You take all of him in your mouth, gagging on his length which causes the tears to build up in your eyes. It’s a sight that usually drives the man wild, although he doesn’t like to admit it; unluckily for him, he only sees the back of your head.

His head is thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You have complete control over him, and he hates it. But he certainly loves the way he feels at the moment. When the tears fall from your eyes, you lift up your head, detaching yourself from his cock. Your hand takes over, stroking his cock.

“Can we do it here?” You ask him as your thighs rub against one another, the heat between your legs getting too unbearable. Your libido is too high, you can’t wait to go back to his place. You need him now.

Choso’s cheeks are flushed, and the man’s brain goes a thousand miles per minute. What you’re thinking of is riskier, and if anyone walks by, you’ll get caught. But he doesn’t care. He needs you too.

“Yeah, let’s do it here.” He agrees, and you crawl over to his side. You lift up your skirt, moving your panties to the side. Two of his fingers run through your folds, noting just how wet you are when he’s done nothing to you. The mere thought of him drives you insane.

You align his cock with your entrance before slowly sitting on it. His lips land on yours, feeling your moans vibrate through your tongue as you move on his cock.

You move back and forth on his cock. You feel euphoric as his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot.

Choso pulls away, grabbing the back of your neck to pull your face away. He needs to admire your beautiful face, taking in every single detail about it. You look so alluring with your messed up makeup. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, and he gets a sense of satisfaction knowing that he caused it.

“You feel so good, baby.” He moans, his nose burying in the crook of your neck. He takes in your scent, getting more intoxicated by you. You’re controlling all of his thoughts lately, even though you’re not even trying.

“You’re so big.” You say, your back arching as Choso begins to thrust his hips instead of leaving it to you to handle it all. Your hand goes down to play with your clit, giving you more stimulation so your high approaches sooner. The faster you finish, the faster you can go again. “Oh– Choso!”

“Fuck–” He can’t help but curse. He’s getting so lost inside of you. In more ways than one.

His hand pulls down your tank top, and the man gets upset at the bra that gets in the way of what he wants. He pulls down the cups of your bra so his tongue circles around your nipples. He greedily kisses and licks before his mouth finally wraps around one of your tits.

His other hand begins to toy with the nipple that isn’t in his mouth, teasing it and pinching it. All the stimulation makes your brain foggy as your climax begins to get the best of you. You continue to chant his name, getting louder and louder.

“Oh, fuck!” You yell as you come around his cock. You make a mess all over him, squirting on him. You’d be embarrassed with someone else, but Choso has seen you do so much worse– It helps that you know he absolutely loves it. Choso bites down on your nipple before unlatching.

“You’re such a good girl. Making a mess all over me.” His hands move to your hips, his nails digging into your flesh.

“You always take me so well.” He’s kissing your neck, his thrusts getting sloppy. His warm cum fills you up not too long after, and you bite down your bottom lip to not moan. You fucking love it when he fills you up, but he rarely does it. He got too caught up in the moment.

He stays buried inside of you, continuing kissing your neck, going up to your face. He almost whispers, “Can we talk?”

“Your dick is buried inside of me, might as well.” You chuckle, and he awkwardly returns the gesture. His soft eyes look into yours, and the look tells you all you need to know. You were suspecting it since lately Choso has been more… Romantic than what you had agreed upon. Getting flowers weekly isn’t what your friend is supposed to do.

“I want you.” He can’t put it any other way. Choso’s written what feels like hundreds of songs but he can’t find the right words to express himself. You don’t want to have this conversation now, or any time soon for that matter.

You take advantage of his indistinct way of expressing himself. It's not that you don't want him the same way, it's just easier to keep what you have going on. Choso is getting too big so fast, you don't want to start something that'll end up badly. Which is simply ironic.

You reach to the side of the seat, reclining the seat, pushing his back down. Your lips go to his ear, whispering, “You have me.”

It’s not the way he means it, not one bit. But he’ll take it until he can express himself properly.

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romanarose · 7 months

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Art by @runa-falls who drew me and marc lolololol

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Brother Best Friend!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: Marc is your brothers roommate and best friend in college. When you attend the same school, you meet and fall in love with Marc Spector. You both try to keep it a secret, for fear of what he'll say... eventually though, the secret comes out.

Warnings: Brief smut, readers brother drinks alcohol, protected creampie, mentions of oral.

Immersability: Reader is not Jewish, or least knows nothing about holidays as she tries to learn. Picture above does nothing to describe reader, including height, I just thought it was cute and Em let me use it lol. Reader is fem and AFAB

A/N: Although I know no one owns the idea of collage AU's, I think in this fandom it's safe to say that @juneknight is a big inspo for a lot of us writing college au marc. June had said she doesn't mind other people writing college marc but I still wanted to give her credit for it as that series is something I love v v v much and is a fandom fav. If you havn't read any of it, check em out. June is amazing. Als, I feel like i've had similar conversations with people in different discord servers about this concept but I can't remember who or who said what? but y'all know how those convos go, everyone throwing things in. If you feel i ripped of something you said, know it was on accident and i can give you creds as well!

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Sex on a dorm bed was hard enough, but Marc insisted he wanted the bed raised so he could fit his mini fridge under there.

And a pile of fucking junk, but thats neither here nor there. Marc looked like he packed up all his personal belongings into plastic bins. He must live far away, because he never went home, not even over thanksgiving break and he paid the extra money to stay over winter break coming up, citing he was Jewish so he didn’t really need to be home for christmas. But what about new years? And he never felt for Jewish holidays either. You know, because you had been looking into them all in order to properly greet him.

A few weeks into classes your first year, your older brother introduced you and let you hang around them while you got oriented in your new school. You had told Marc ‘Happy Yom Kippur’ to which he politely smiled and thanked you, only for you to find out later that ‘happy’ wasn’t exactly the right verbiage. So, you did your best to research. It wasn’t until you were intently watching youtube videos on what everything on a passover seder symbolizes that you realized how hard you had fallen for him.

Lucky for you, your interest and effort had endeared you to him just as much. He fought his feelings for a long time. Your brother, AJ, had been his roommate freshman year and all four years since, and there was no goddamn way on this planet he’d let Marc date you, always telling you which guys to stay away from. He was one of those guys, wasn’t he? So he tried his best to avoid you.

Fate had other plans, a normal day where you showed up at their room looking for AJ had ended with you both tumbling into bed, starting a secret little affair. Marc was good at what he did, opening you up with his fingers first and spending so long with his head between your legs you wondered if he was even planning on getting off at all. But he did, oh god he did, blowing his load inside you and you both came with a loud groan that caused the next door neighbors to bang on the adjacent wall telling you to shut the fuck up.

So started your dirty little secret, sneaking fucks in where you could, hooking up in the public bathroom next to the laundry room, quick kisses in unused classrooms. There was one time AJ was supposed to be gone for a 3 hour class, and walked in unceremoniously as Marc was balls deep inside you, the jingle of the keys and the sound of the key in the door only barely giving Marc enough time to throw you under the covers. AJ was quick to realize Marc had a girl in his bed, closing the door. Covering your mouth, Marc slowly began fucking you as he told AJ the come back later, AJ giving him some good-natured ribbing before announcing he would be at the dining hall. You were back on the verge of an orgasm by the time he left the door, the thrill of near getting caught culminating in cumming hard enough you bit Marc’s hand that still covered you.

It was hard, you wanted to be out. Marc wanted to show you off, to show all the assholes in school how you, YOU were willingly dating him. Prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen. And you, you just wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You knew Marc had a reputation, and you knew being his girl, you were safe.

Most of all, outside of the public image, you just wanted to be able to be together.

You helped Marc climb back on the bed despite the fit of laughter. After he finished, Marc rolled off you, but seemed to forget you were on a twin bed and promptly fell off. That’s where the bed being raised came in, adding a few feet for him to drop down. You would like to have thought you would have been a concerned girlfriend, but once you saw he didn’t land on his face or anything you couldn’t stop laughing, especially at his grumpy frown. Fucker was funny as shit without trying to be.

When he finally climbed back up, you two cuddled back under the covers and you began to kiss away his frown lines all over his face until they eased in a smile, kissing you back.

“I love you, you know.”

You did. You knew that with your whole heart. “Love you right back, Marc Spector.”

It wasn’t two minuets later when AJ walked in to see you laying on top of Marc, only covered by the blanket, he quickly closes his eyes.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE FUCK!” He shouts, Marc quickly pulling the blanket up more and rolling over to cover you with his body.

“GET OUT!”

“YEAH NO SHIT, SICKOS.”

AJ left, going to the lounge and you knew it was over. He knew it was you. You were shaking, your anxiety through the roof and Marc tried to calm you.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, I’ll take the blame-”

“WHY WAS THE DOOR UNLOCKED!” You scream.

“I’m sorry, I forgot!”

“I WAS ON TOP MARC, IF HE HAD WALKED IN HE WOULD HAVE SEEN ME NAKED! ANYONE COULD H-HAVE WALKED I-I-I-IN!!”

Marc took your face in hands, sitting up and gently coaxing you. “Hey, baby, look at me.” You open your eyes, lost inside his and you knew you were safe. “I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry. But you’re safe, it’s going to be okay. I swear. I’ll never forget to lock the door again, I promise.”

Tearful, you express your fears. “I don’t know if there’s going to be a next time.”

Marc’s soft eyes are in contrast to his tense face. “You’re a grown adult, baby. He might not like it, but he can’t stop us.”

“But he’s going to be mad at you! He’s your…”

He chuckled. “My only friend?”

“Your best friend.” You correct.

With a sign, he strokes your face, knowing you both had to go out there and face him soon enough. “You’re worth it, okay? Whatever happens, you’re worth it.”

Overcome with emotions, you tuck your head into Marc’s neck. “It’ll be okay.”

You both got dressed, Marc opening the door to the loud, his body symbolically in front of you. Neither of you thought that there was any chance your brother would hurt you, but it was the gesture and what it meant. Marc would always be your protection.

“J, listen man, I can explain-”

“C’mon dude, all you had to do was text me to stay out so I don’t have to walk in on you fucking my sister.”

Everyone was quite, that wasn’t the response they were expecting. “I wasn’t- we weren’t- we were done,”

You smack Marc’s arm, whispering ‘gross’ and then look to AJ. “So you’re not… mad? You sounded mad…”

“I was mad because it was nasty, I don’t need to see that. I don’t give a fuck what you guys do.”

Marc was hesitant, but you moved out from behind Marc to join at his side. He spoke next. “You don’t care?”

AJ laughed. “I don’t care for her,” He clarified, smiling. “For you.” AJ pushed past both of you and made his way to Marc’s minifridge, stealing a beer.

“What does that mean?” Marc asked, incredulous and only semi-distracted by his roommate's theft. Bigger fish to fry.

“I mean,” AJ finished the beer and handed the can to Marc. “You know she cries every time she watched Revenge of the Sith, right?”

Marc turned to you and you shrug. “They were brothers, Marc!”

AJ continued. “She once cried because she wanted to make pasta but we didn’t have sauce. Like laid down on the kitchen floor and cried.”

“I was hungry and to broke to order food!”

“I offered to drive you to walmart!”

“I was tired!”

“You she bites her toe nails”

Marc jumped back in. “that’s why you’re so flexible”

AJ had enough “DISGUSTING! GET OUT! OUT!” He pushed you both out of the room he claimed you had defiled. “Go be disgusting elsewhere, sickos.” He slammed the door in your face as you laughed, giddy that the secret was out and it went well.

“Well, that was not what I expected?” You wrap your arm around his middle, walking towards the elevator.

“Yeah… I thought I was about to get decked.”

Just then, you hear your brother scream your name down the hall.

“Y’ALL BETTER GET YOUR GODDAMN NASTY ASS UNDERWEAR OUT O HERE WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Marc turned to you. “You forgot your underwear?”

“I WAS PANICKED!” You defended yourself. “I COULDNT FIND THEM AND IM IN LEGGINGS SO I JUST ASSUMED I WENT COMMANDO.”

Sex was moved to your dorm from then on.

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Sorry this came to me today again and i had to write it.

@fandxmslxt69 @runa-falls @campingwiththecharmings @whatthefishh @k-ra @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @mikaelak @stevenandmarcslove @scarletthefierce @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling @missdictatorme

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #fem reader #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fluff #marc spector fluff #marc spector moon knight #marc spector smut #protective marc spector #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader

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biblicallyaccurateangeloncrack · 5 months

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Genshin and hsr characters as pinned messages (out of context) from discord servers with my friends: a shitpost

(uhhh cw some nsfw jokes and cuss words)

wriothesley: "i do not want an alpha transformation happening rn "

march to danheng: "my coquette lungs are better than your emo lungs"

hu tao: *ghostly voice* "oooooogly boogly why'd you skadoodly me?"

xiao, learning how to spell: "i lvove elmo music"

childe: "he is in my feet"

klee: "yeah my grandma's actually kim kardashian"

bronya to cocolia when she got sick as a kid: "Mother please carry me outside before to see the sky one last time before the consumption takes hold of my body and soul"

hu tao: " "weenis", said eerily"

bennett: "THE SANDWHICH TOOK ME OUT"

blade: "that link is longer than my plans for the future"

serval: "i pledge allegiance to the american bra"

itto: "i am in heat growls the summer has come and i am in heat growls"

zhongli: "*old man voice* when i was your age i fought kids"

stelle/caelus: "when i was my age i eated drywall"

fu xuan: "JING YUAN ILL SNIPPERS YOU UP IF YOU DONT STOP WITH THIS GOOBEROUS SHIT"

diluc, about venti: "i like to prentend he was a fever dream i came with at 4am"

fréminet, trying to speak french: "they said Lyney tu dumbass"

sampo: "I think Luka would beat up Luka while Luka watches. and then Luka would join in and beat the living daylight out of Luka"

silver wolf, about blade: "ppl with lactose intolerance boutta have their 2nd period ongomg"

kayea and rosaria: "we're a match made in the deep dark depths of the abyssal caves in fuck knows where"

jingliu: "am i.........one of those queers........."

yanquing: "shout-out to my home dawg Charles aka history teacher for dropping this wisdom on me"

shinobu: "itto if you say anything penis related you are banned"

ayaka as a kid: ""please take me to the garden so that way i can see the shining sun for the last time before my frail body decomposes with the disease known as ligma""

lyney: "imagine Neuvillette seeing a bunch of orphans blow up infront of him"

yoimiya: "are you really friends if you dont have matching vagina bracelets ??"

wriothesley: "My name is actually marlinus maximilianus Merlin guys"

caelus/stelle: " *bites your toes playfully* "

Pompom: "i eat gender for dinner"

xiao: "is life without endless pain and suffering only for it all to end leaving nothing but emptiness and all your suffering being just for the entertainment of the entity that we call god. an entity who is the real reason as to why we humans end up hurting others, for pain and suffereing is nothing but an endless spiral no matter how hard you try."

kafka, messing with blade: "do you like the gay foot"

yanfei: "YOU CANT LET IT GO LET IT GO YOUR WAY OUT OF A RESTRAINING ORDER"

kokomi: "DEMENTED DOLPHIN"

Furina: "they oui oui'd me"

shenhe: "the cld never bothered me anywa......."

kiara: "agressive meow"

ganyu: "are you a tree cause i wanna eat you"

dainsleif: "while youre kissing you bf or whatever ill be watching in the walls"

venti: "I FART ON PLANES"

scaramouche: "childe I will shave you bald"

itto: "perry plaptypussy"

seele, in response to hook's drawing: "10/10 Einstein could never"

razor, to bennett: "I WILL LICK YOU TO SLEEP"

sucrose, about to collect more bones: "*deranged loud breathing*"

kequing, to half of liyue: "SHUT UP COLOR WHEEL"

cyno: "genderfluid people's favorite song is liquid smooth"

kequing: "the feminine urge to beat up your coworkers with a stick"

dehya: "i piss on biphobes" kaveh: "but what if they have a piss kink..."

albedo: "he looks like a failed science project"

baizhu: "blowjob? nah, blownose"

silver wolf: "story time, honkai star rail made me leave my brother at a gas station and i do not regret SHIT"

blade: "if i end this year without killing myself its a miracle"

columbina: "btw dead bodies take less space if you bury them like theyre standing up"

zhongli: " *cracks back and walks away leaving a trail of dust behind"

@muachiro @geetkk @veimwah @etherific @zohakutenstan

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custom-emojis · 11 months

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a blowing kiss emoji! have made one before but its like two years old so. new one.

Feel free to use in your servers and if you like what I do, maybe send me a tip? | or join my discord server to see emojis ahead of the queue

[Please read my Carrd before using my emojis]

#custom emoji #discord emoji #emoji #emote #blowing kiss #sorry this is late guys....forgot to hit the queue button bc i was making this while rushing out the door

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lucifersresources · 5 months

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stupid shit said in discord servers part three meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

how dare you be a cop.

i had a dream you worked for nasa but like... nasa were also cops, and you tried to arrest me for publishing pictures of the earth on twitter.

i have never been to jail.

i'm a nun, i've never been in horny jail in my life.

respectfully, you are gay 24/7

babe i'm horny, not sad.

[unintelligible mort screaming]

why am i even attracted to him?

your animagus form would be king julian.

shit i'm not a bot

i still have the immune system of a rat.

ethically, i can go to the library, right?

i can cry and rest at the same time, it's called multitasking.

i don't know where this comes from I'M A HAPPY PERSON.

i'm blowing you a kiss, if you don't catch it and put it in your pocket, i'm gonna end it all.

they're both switches, so there's multiple holes to choose from.

do you ever say something and wonder how exactly you got to this point in life?

mousekeep, mouselight, mouseboss.

ur funny and that's on me.

you made me do this, any injury is on you.

i can buy friends.

i can't bully you today, i have you pencilled in for tomorrow.

he's gay and mean.

ah yes, i'm a moron.

i am made a horrid joke... wait, you're british, you won't be scandalised.

i love lamps.

jfk is a werewolf for real this time.

i'm not putting him in the closet, he worked so hard to come out of that!

i'd like to thank the academy, my dad, and my trauma for the humour it gave me.

all he needs is a bong and he's happy.

god i wasn't even flirting i don't even like you like that man, no homo!

you're gonna die a bottom, how embarrassing.

now WHY is my banana nut muffin so goddamn bald.

i'm bisexual which means i'm attracted to men and i don't like men.

i'm bisexual which means i'm attracted to you as a result of your work and the fact i have no experience in this field.

i'm bisexual which means i'm attracted to me.

in the most affectionate way possible, i am not convinced you are of this earth.

#rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp memes #rp sentence meme #quotes rp meme #quotes sentence starters #funny rp meme

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idolhrtz · 1 month

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erm soo APPRECIATION POST FROM YOURS TRULY (@cherryshh) we mean this all in the platonic-est way possible so yeah but I LUV OUR MUTUALS SOO MUUUCH !!!! THIS IS PT 1 BECAUSE OUR MOTIVATION KIND OF RUNS OUT BUT WE'LL POST PT 2 TMR ( if yew talk w/ us in discord at least a bit you're guaranteed 02 be here and also if you're a mutual we interact with often )

UNDER CUT BECAUSE LONG TEXT !

OK SO FIRST STARTING W AQU (@astromiis) my bffie for 2 yrs + now! i think i've done multiple appreciation shit for you but WE WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF IT < 3 First things first, can we just take a moment to appreciate Aqu's insanely amazing edits?!!?!?! GRAAH theyre so edible i love. Spending time with Aqu is like a CONSTANT PARTY filled with LAUGHTER, SUPPORT ETC :333 he has this MAGICAL ABILITY to make EVERYONE around it feel luved and appreciated, and I'm so lucky to have him in my life. A the rp server we have together our ocs are so silly its so fun to make stories even tho we make em suffer help ( most of the time anyway ANYWAY ROSAMIZU WHEN ). Aqu, you're the absolute best! Your talent, friendship, and non-stop energy bring so much joy to my life. I'm forever grateful for our friendship, and I can't wait to see what other fun things we'll do together. Thank you for being the awesome human being that you are. Love you to the moon and back! <3 TY FOR BEING IN OUR LIFE AQU <3

Ahem, now let's shift our focus to Kio, the idol extraordinaire! ( @kiochisato ) Where do I even begin with Kio? This silly and amazingest person has captured not only the people of tumblrs admiration but also our hearts. IDC, if you're a kio hater or have ever said smth bad ab them i WILL FIND YOU CAUSE HOW?? THEY'RE THE SWEETEST EVER. From the moment our convos start to the moment they end we're always smiling, Kio's energy can instantly make everyone around them like them. Also, their edits are nothing short of mesmerizing. Like, seriously, they are out of this WORLD. Their creative genius and attention to detail never cease to blow my mind. Whether it's graphics, layouts/icons, psds, or whatever else they put their magic touch on, Kio's talent is next level, and I'm forever in awe. iTS NOT JUST ABT EDITS.. THEY HAVE SUCH A SWEET HEART AND HAS TO BE ONE of the best people we've ever met, thank you for everything kio, the friendship (and psds sorry for always asking for them help.) we're so lucky 02 have somebeing like you in our lifes <3

NOW MERURURURUURURUURURUNRUNRIN !!! ( @daintykill ) i luv spending time with che and also talking in the banana server (shakes butt) tysm for being our friend and also you're an amazing person don't ever let any of those shit ass people tell you otherwise. Kiss deserves the best and also we wish for heart to be happy and hopefully bweh meet all of che's goals and thank you for talking with us at like 5 a.m HELP. SRS THO tysm Meruru !! We'll never get tired of talking with you and if you ever need comforting or just want to talk/be listened to in any circumstance we'll be there. Even if its like 6 a.m if we're awake we'll reply if not we'll reply the moment we go on discord :3 ! ALSO heart's edits are absolutely gorgeous and amazing, eats them all om nom nom :'33 . THANK YOU for being an amazing friend and an amazing person in general, when we first met you were so open to talk and i was very happy to have met you.. tysm :3 !!

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kushami-hime · 1 year

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CW: Sneezy! B/akugou, snzfucker! Listener, grumpy B/akugou, mean/rude B/akugou, cold denial, sniffling, two nose blows, background music/chatter/fireworks, a count down (cause yknow new years and shit), wet sneezes, B/akugou sneezing on listener, some hitching breaths and build ups!

After convincing your boyfriend B/akugou to accompany you to a New Years Eve party, it’s clear that the explosive blonde isn’t having a great time. He’s tired, sniffly, and above all, most certainly coming down with something. You try to distract him from his grumpy mood with a kiss at midnight, however...things don’t go exactly as planned.

Hello everyone and happy new year! I know a lot of us have been dealt a shitty hand this year, but I want you to know I’m rooting for you the hardest! Go out and make 2023 your BITCH! >:D

In 2023 Im gonna focus on a few things. I gotta focus on making sure Im OK as a person. I find myself being a bit of an empath these days, and to be honest, it’s not great for my mental health. Hell my SO came to me and told he me could tell the difference. Secondly, Im gonna do more things that make me happy. I was so miserable this year til I went to an anime con and cosplayed again for the first time in years, and I havent felt that level of seretonin in AGES. And third, I gotta make that moneeeeey. Been out of work for too long and I need to start working my ass off if I wanna keep up with a hobby as expensive as cosplay.

And aaaah...yeah! That’s about it! Got another B/aku audio and that villain D/eku audio as well so look forward to those!

And thanks to you folks who joined my Discord server! :D

With that being said...see you horni fuckers next year <3

#kushami wavs #kushami snz #b/nha #m/ha #b/akugou k/atsuki #snz #snz kink #snzfucker #coldfucker #snz wav #sneeze kink #sneeze wav #cold denial

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ali-annals · 2 months

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nothing lasts forever (say you'll remember me) (forever is the sweetest con, pt 1)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng PART TWO Moodboard

Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.0k | TW: -

A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.

Years after retiring from Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes by many other names, switching identities as easily as she breathes…until she tries to swindle the wrong guy.

“Jump in!”

The red Mercedes screeched to a stop at Marinette’s feet, and she yanked the door open, hopping inside. The car took off before she’d even finished closing it.

She looked up from buckling her seatbelt. “Your timing is impeccable.”

Her chauffeur smirked at her, already passing the ‘goodbye’ billboard at the city limits. “Tell that to my exes.”

“Ooh, self-burn, those are rare. Where are we going now?”

“Anywhere away from the crowds,” he shrugged. “Where do ya wanna go?”

“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”

He leaned over, bringing her knuckles to his mouth to press a soft kiss there. “‘With me’ it is!”

Jason pulled over at a roadside motel for the night, the gorgeous view from their window making up for the dubious service offered.

The sunset drew Marinette to it like a moth to a flame, her fingers itching for the familiar colours and rough surface of the heavy-pressed paper she drew on. She could imagine the designs already, showcasing the rugged beauty of night rising.

People usually said night fell, but in her opinion, it rose, creeping up on you gently until suddenly all you could see was the smooth darkness.

She turned to face the wind, letting it blow her hair out of her face, enjoying the last rays of light warming her skin.

“Pixie!” called Jason, climbing up the slight knoll until he didn’t have to shout for her attention anymore.

She tossed him a smile. “Hey, Jay.”

His larger form behind her gave her a strange sense of security, stability. She didn’t know why; they’d agreed when they met that they would leave sooner rather than later.

Ten months ago

“Jason Head.”

“Marie Cheng. Enchante.”

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing here?”

She glanced around at the bar, filled with rougher-looking people than her in her polished pink dress and grey boots and coat. “Hiding,” she said simply, her body language inviting him to join her.

He accepted her invite, perching on the stool beside her and ordering a ginger beer.

Her eyebrow raised, unbidden. He tossed her a half-grin, silently baiting her.

She bit. “I can’t say I expected you to order a ginger beer.”

“And what did you expect me to order?”

“Scotch or whisky on the rocks, most likely. Maybe a lager.”

“I don’t mind one now and again but I prefer to stay away from alcohol when I can. Family issues.”

She nodded understandingly. “Why are you here then, if you don’t drink your problems away for the night?”

“Maybe I have other ways of dealing with my problems,” he looked her up and down slowly, subtext not lost on her. She was well-versed in masculine wiles and countering with her own feminine ones.

She bit her lip, swirling her mocktail around slowly. “Do you deal with your problems in another place, as well as manner, then?”

“I might. Would you care to see?”

“I think I’d like that very much.” She polished off her drink, preparing to close her tab. Jason beat her to it, waving away her protests.

Marinette silently pulled her dress over her head, glancing surreptitiously at the bed to make sure Jason was still sleeping. He didn’t move, like he hadn’t for the past several minutes.

She tiptoed to his discarded pants pockets, fishing through his wallet for loose cash. It was a hard business, being a bandit these days. Everyone paid through credit cards or apps, making one-and-done deals like this much harder to pull off and less financially feasible to make up for the trouble it was worth. Long cons were easier, simply requiring her to make up a new personality for a month or two while she stored away jewels and leftover cash from shopping sprees financed by her target du jour .

A paper in Jason’s wallet caught her eye and she tugged it out from its sticky hiding place after another glance at the bed. Jason Todd was the name, not Jason Head.

So she wasn’t the only one out there still doing good ol’ fashioned swindling, huh. Inwardly, she chuckled at the irony of them ending up together. Well, it had been fun. Adieu, Jason Whatever-your-real surname-is.

She curled her fingers around the doorknob cautiously, twisting slowly so the click wouldn’t wake Jason up.

She’d made it to the parking lot when her arm was seized and she turned to see Jason holding her.

“I think you mixed up some of our belongings in your haste to escape, Marie.”

A couple was much less suspicious than a single person, making their cons much easier. A partner for lookout, for companionship, for intelligent conversation, especially about their line of work, was a welcome find. They agreed to travel together for no longer than a year, as they’d eventually become too noticeable as a couple. Still, while they had each other, they made the most of it.

Now

He wrapped his arms around her waist, speaking softly into her ear. They’d done this plenty of times, but it felt different this time, and what he said confirmed Marinette’s thoughts.

“They know we have a partner now; it would be smarter to split up.”

She nodded, turning in his arms to face him. “You’re right. Promise me one more night before we separate?”

“One more night,” he agreed, kissing her.

She silently pulled her clothes over her head, glancing back at the bed. She knew this time he was sleeping, having become accustomed to his breathing patterns, even his resting heart rate over the past several months. She opened his wallet, sliding several bills in between the soft leather folds.

With a final glance at his sleeping form, she quietly opened the door and slipped out into the sunrise.

She opened her wallet at the bus station to pay for her ticket. Several more bills than she’d had last night peeked up at her. She scoffed a smile, wiping her tears away. He’s already remembering me. Adieu, Jason Todd.

#jasonette #ali writes #fic #dcxmlb #mgi cw 24

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eyeliveinabook · 1 year

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Corpse Husband x Youtube reader (gn!)

OMG idk if you’ll see this but maybe a corpse x reader where they are playing a game with a mutual friend of theirs but they are lost in their own world interacting with each other a lot (they aren’t dating but they know that the like eachother). Warning: mentions of alcohol

Don’t forget to request they are open.

This story includes Sean (jacksepticeye), Mark (Markiplier) and Corpse Husband

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“Can anyone hear me?” You ask into the discord server. “(Your Name), you are finally here!” Sean screams. “Ow! Thanks I don’t need my hearing.” Mark say as you start laughing. “Are we ready to start?” You ask, taking a sip from your drink. “No we are waiting on one more person.” Mark informs you. “What up baby?” You hear Corpse’s voice and you spit up your drink and start coughing. “You okay there (Your Name)?” Marks asks. “Bad Corpse, you made (Your Name) choke.” Sean starts ringing his bell. “My bad, I am sorry.” Corpse says to you as stop coughing. “It’s okay Corpsie I think I will live.” You say and blow kisses to him. “Oh great now chat is going crazy!” You turn and look at chat.

Chinchilla: OHHHH I AM SO HYPED! XXFlimflam18752XX: Anyone else loving the energy already? Hopefully (Your Name) and Corpse don’t flirt to much. grapevforvendettaneo: Yay another stream with (Your Name), Sean, Mark and Corpse. Im so ready!!!!! spacexdragonpumpkins: I hope they play phasmophobia.

“Sorry Spacexdragonpumpkins, no Phasmo tonight.” You say. “Actually.....” Sean starts trailing.

“No you promised! I am only here because you promised no scary games!” You whine. “Look we needed a fourth player for the stream. Please don’t be mad (Nickname).” Sean begged as he moved the camera to angle downwards and got on his knees. “Holy shit someone quick take a picture I got Sean graveling.” You start laughing. “She’s played this game before she just wanted to make you feel bad.” Corpse chimes in. You hear Sean scoff, “That’s it (nickname) is not picking any of the maps.” Sean said as he readjusted. “Righto, let’s play shall we.” You say.

After picking out your characters and supplies everyone decide to go with the Brownstone High School map. “Okay what are we going to take?” Mark asked. “I can grab the journal.” You say. “Okay I got the Spirit box, Sean wanna grab EMF reader, and Corpse the camera?” Mark suggest. “Sounds good.” Sean and Corpse grab their stuff. “Oh my god, boys this place is huge!” You say. “Maybe we should split up?” Sean says. “I will go with (nickname).” Corpse says. “Yay! Corpsie time! Let’s go!” Your character starts running up the stairs. “Hurry up Corpsie!” As you go up the stairs you start chatting about his music career. ”It must be so cool to have a music career.” You say while walking from room to room. ”It’s fun, what about you you thinking about it?” He asks while looking for dirty water. ”I found dirty water in this room.” You say and wait for him to take a picture, “Nah, I don't think I really want to. I rather just focus on school and do some YouTube/twitch.” You say. ”Wait you stream? What do you stream?” “It’s kinda dumb but I stream when I study, and I use the time to give people a quiet place to study as well. Some people join and when we take breaks we talk about different things.” You say. “Hmm I’ll have to check it out, might actually help me write more music. Plus it would be fun to see how often I can distract you.” You hear the smirk in his voice. “Corpsie you are going to make me fail.” You say while laughing. “I mean, I can be your sugar daddy if ya want.” He then sent you a wink face emoji over chat. You feel your heart stop. “(Your name), Corpse, have you found anything yet?” Mark asks. “Huh? Oh yeah, just dirty water.” You say. “Dirty water wasn’t part of the list of things we need to take a picture of.” Sean said suspiciously. “Opps.” Corpse said and laughs. “Chat, what where they doing?”

stormcroissantotter: They where flirting up a storm! Ramenmilk: I am shipping it so hard starsthegodfatherowl42: Corpse offered to be (Your name)’s sugar daddy,

“Flirtin’ Oh my lord! The scandal!” Sean laughs while you blush, “Wait Corpse I thought you were my sugar daddy.” “When did I offer that?” Corpse asks confused. “Okay okay very funny, are we going to get back to the game?” You asks. “Wait so now that you are not flirting you want to get on with the game?” Mark asks. “Guys! I just saw the ghost!” You scream as the ghost starts getting closer to your group. The group run downstairs. You hear Mark screaming as he is dying. After laughing your asses off, the group goes back upstairs to loot Mark’s dead body. “Okay what type if ghost do we have?” You ask. Well I am not sure, since you were busy making Corpse your sugar daddy.” Sean says. The three of you decide that Corpse should put the camera back in the van and take the spirit box. When he comes pack you all go room to room calling out the ghost. Eventually the ghost reveals itself through the Emf Reader, Spirit Box and the Journal which meant it was a spirit. Y’all select that and leave in the van. “I am glad you guys found my death so amusing.” You hear Mark’s voice. You continue playing the game for a couple of hours.

“Martha White you are a bitch!” Sean screams, his accent thicker since he has been drinking Jack and Coke. Between the third and fourth map you and Sean decided to take a small break and do a couple of shots together. Now both you and Sean are pissed drunk. “Yeah! And father smells of elderberries!” You yell. “These two are going to get us killed.” Mark says. Corpse is busy in the van getting the spirt box, “Well that is why you and I can be closer to the exit when Martha shows up.” He says. “Corpsie you wouldn’t leave me would you?” You ask. “If you keep insulting the ghost I might.” Corpse says teasingly. “You bastard, that is it you loose your nickname! I will now refer to you as Corpse Husband.” You stick your tongue out at him. “Aw come on baby, you really going be mad at me?” “I don’t hear anyone with a deep voice talking do you Sean?” You ask. “Don't throw me in your love quarrel! I just want to find this stupid ghost.” Sean response. You take another sip of (fav alcoholic drink), when you get a ding. You look over at discord and notice that Corpse sent you a message over discord. You really mad at me baby girl? “Yes Corpse Husband I am mad at you! You would sacrafice me to Bitchy Martha.” You yell. “Will you all shut up how are we suppose to hear the spirit box?” Mark says. Everyone is quiet and then shit hits the fan. The spirit box starts talking saying “Die Die Die” over and over. You, Sean, and Mark see the ghost behind Corpse and all try to warn him, but it is too late. He screams as the hands over his screen and he is dies. “Martha you fucking cunt! How dare you take Corpsie from us? He was too young to die!” You say while laughing. “Okay so we have ghost orb, ghost writing and spirit box. So Martha is a Mare!” Mark yells as you all run out of the house. Back in the bus you all select mare, after loading back into the safe house you each start looking to spend your money. “So I am back to Corpsie now?” Corpse says with an obvious smugness in his voice. “Oh shut up! She killed you so I am not mad cause I got to ditch your ass.” You explain. “Well guys I am going to say goodnight I have class in the morning.” “Yeah, I think this was a good stream.” Sean says. After you log off you hear the ding of your phone, Night baby girl sleep well. -Corpsie <3 You smirk, Night Daddy text you tomorrow. you text back to him.

You are going to be the death of this man.

#corpse husband oneshot #xreader #phasmophobia #jacksepticeye #markiplier #videogame #RequestAreOpen

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daisha-mochizuki · 15 days

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Well, it's that time! You guys voted, and I shall give you what you all want! I've worked in order to have the first main fic of this AU in time, and I did it! I hope you all enjoy it. I will say, there are mentions of gore and limb ripping and nightmares and all that fun jazz, so be warned.

And now, I am pleased to present to you all:

And, if you're an MHA fan, please check out the discord server I made :P

Something had been off about that day. Perhaps it was just the rain, Enji had mused, but that wasn’t the case. No, looking back on it, much bigger issues were prominent than he had originally realized at the time.

It was the latest Billboard Chart since All Might had returned to Japan from America with his working partner, David Shield. All of the top ten heroes in Japan were lined up across the stage, the cheers and whoops of the overwhelmingly large crowd permeating the airspace of the area. Rain thundered and pounded on the earth outside, but nobody cared. It was what was going on inside the building that was important to them at the moment.

And nobody would realize how important it would be until the time struck.

“WHO’S READY FOR THE TOP TEN HEROES?!”

An announcer's voice boomed over the speakers built into the arena, louder than any of the citizens’ voices. The crowd screamed and stomped their feet, and they started chanting to start. The announcer’s amused chuckle radiated through the arena, and then they cleared their throat.

“Alright, alright, settle down now or else I can’t proceed.”

The crowd attempted to silence, save for the ever-so-often whoop and applause as well as the wolf whistles.

“Coming in at No. 10, our not-so-little guy, Kūki!”

Said hero grinned widely, and they waved as they giggled to themself at the nickname given to them while a small yellow beaded bracelet saying ‘THEY’ on it jingled slightly.

“No. 9 Pro Hero, having risen a rank since his last Billboard Chart, a guy you wouldn’t want to rub the wrong way, Static!”

The hero named Static puffed as he placed his hands on his hips and looked around for where the announcer’s voice had come from. “Alright, I thought we said enough puns!”

“Whoopsies! Looks like I’ll be getting a shock later!”

Static puffed and was about to say something, but the camera cut away from him and the announcer’s voice rang out over his, as well as the laughter of the crowd.

“Anyway, continuing forth! No. 8, our shining light: Purity!”

Purity smiled softly, and he pretended to blow a kiss to the camera as he giggled. “Aww, look at you all, my sweet little sun rays!”

“No. 7, a guy who’s pretty high in the ratings despite being weighed down, Gravata!”

The male rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Jeez… the puns…”

“A woman whose heart is strong and apparent, our lovable No. 6, Kanjō!”

Kanjō threw a shy smile at the camera, forming a little heart with her hands as she smiled with her eyes closed. Her light pink curls were joined with a yellow color, reflecting her embarrassment as well as her joy.

“Our hero - as unpredictable as Time itself, it’s No. 5, Temptresso!”

Temptresso pulled the hood of their cape over their face, hiding their eyes as a blue ‘HE’ bracelet jangled around his wrist. Kanjō gently nudged the male, giving him a reassuring smile. Temptresso puffed a little, but he pulled off the hood a bit nonetheless and crossed his arms. The crowd cheered, and he shrunk down a little in himself and gave a small little wave, earning even louder cheers.

“And finally, before we meet our top 3 heroes; No. 4, a woman who has worked hard at bending probabilities and turning the tide in her favor: Sieluth!”

Sieluth, a woman of taller stature, pulled down the mask she wore and grinned at the crowd, waving rapidly as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

The announcer cleared their throat, hoping it would be enough to reign the crowd back in, who had started cheering wildly for the No. 4 hero. “Alright, alright, you lot. Now, onto the top 3!”

“A hero who made his way to the No. 3 spot using pure strength and appearance, a man as powerful as his Quirk and name, All for One!”

All for One stood in an almost defiant pose, his arms crossed, and when the camera was directed toward him, he only raised an eyebrow.

“For No. 2, a man who has climbed the ranks for his entire hero career, a man who has never given up in the trap of defeat: Endeavour!!”

His flames appeared on his body, thus warming - nearly boiling - the air and space around Endeavour. He sneered at the camera, puffing up his chest as he crossed his arms and stood up as tall as he could. At the age of 28, Endeavour was still pretty tall, although he was still sort of dwarfed by the two men on either side of him.

“You’ll get there eventually, Endeavour!” the announcer called out, resulting in a flare of Endeavour’s flames and an indignant look to cross his face.

“And now, our No. 1 Pro Hero, a man who’s been away for a while, but has made his mark and has been shooting his shot. A man as mighty as he sounds: All Might!!”

A spotlight flooded the stage, singling out one hero in particular. The two blonde rabbit ear-like strands of hair that stuck up on the man as well as the red, blue, and yellow hero costume with the accents of white were the most identifiable traits about the No. 1 hero. His iconic grin was spread across his face, his hands on his hips, and his chin tilted up in a sense of pride.

The man was sure of himself, that was for sure.

After having introduced all top ten heroes, they went down the line once again, each giving their own little speech and thanks for the support they had been given. Even the shiest ones spoke.

Endeavour had just been finishing his mini speech when he saw All Might's sidekick, David Shield, entering onto the stage with All Might's permission in his peripheral vision. Once he closed his mouth he turned toward All Might, a glower on his face. He hated that practically cocky look the No. 1 wore at almost all times.

Although… he did find it odd how he was clinging onto David. An arm was around the back of David's neck and the hand gripped the arm of David. David seemed blissfully unaware, but Endeavour felt a feeling of unease pooling up at the bottom of his gut. A part of him wanted to reach out and talk to David, but right as he opened his mouth, All Might took the microphone from the lady who had been walking up to all of the heroes, letting her back off as he brought the mic up to his smile that was slowly getting creepier by the second in Endeavour’s eyes. He cleared his throat - again, with that grin.

“Unlike all the rest of these heroes, I want all of you to just…” he squeezed David closer to him, who was still unsuspecting, “…watch me!”

All Might activated his Quirk, the swirling power rays crackling around his body, causing the crowd to cheer and ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’.

Nobody could’ve anticipated what would happen next.

All Might grabbed a now very confused David Shield, with that sickly grin, and twisted - practically tore - the poor man’s arm off. Flesh and muscle ripped, bones crushed and disintegrated, and blood spurted and splattered. David let out an agonizing scream - more than one, actually - as All Might tore off his other arm as well.

Blood spattered and shot from the gaping wounds, staining the front of All Might’s costume as well as some getting in his yellow-blonde hair. People in the first couple of rows also found themselves covered in the sticky red blood, resulting in some screaming in pure and unadulterated terror and others gagging and throwing up. David’s body slumped to the ground, but he wasn’t dead. He was close enough, though, and All Might threw the torn limbs back at the man he had torn them from to let them join the bloody pile, his hands stained a deep and sticky crimson.

For Endeavour, the noises of the arena were all squished together into a cacophony of horror and pain. Screaming, crying, wailing; all the same in one man’s head. Even the smells of it all. His own suit was stained with blood as well, as he had been standing closest to All Might. The other heroes were either trying to help people escape or were frozen in fear and shock, just as he was.

All Might then turned, his blue eyes meeting Endeavour’s. Endeavour couldn’t move, not even when All Might grinned wickedly and quickly moved closer. All Might reached out, and-!

“Ah!”

Enji woke up with a start, his back - his spine - aching terribly as he had relived yet again the reason why he had to retire at a young age. He groaned in pain, his breath catching as the corner of his eyes burned. Shoto, a one-year-old then, woke up in the crib in his parents’ room and started crying, thus waking up Enji’s wife, Rei.

Rei sat up, rubbing her eyes with a soft sigh. Right as she was about to get up, however, she noticed Enji struggling to calm his breathing. She knew immediately what had happened, as it had been happening at least once a week since the event. Rei went and got Shoto, shushing the baby softly as she brought him into the bed.

She slowly helped Enji sit up a bit, before gently tucking Shoto into his arms, letting the weight of the baby sink fully into Enji with a slight hope that it would help ground Enji. Enji’s breathing was still shaky, and he was still in slight pain, but it dulled slightly as he opened his eyes and looked down at Shoto. With a trembling hand, he started softly caressing Shoto’s hair, a breath of relief escaping his lips as the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

The sound of their door creaking startled both parents, Enji holding Shoto a little tighter as both he and Rei tensed up. But the sight of it just being their other three kids eased them, as all three had worried looks on their faces.

“Is Daddy alright?” Fuyumi asked meekly, playing with her hair as she stood on her tiptoes slightly behind her older brother Toya and her younger brother Natsuo.

Rei nodded softly. “He just had a little nightmare, like you and your brothers do sometimes.”

Natsuo, around five years old, took a tentative step forward as he looked into the room.

“Can… Can we hug you, Father?”

Enji’s face softened up, and after a quiet chuckle, he nodded. “Come on up.”

The kids quickly scrambled over one another, each trying to get onto the bed before the other, and Toya, the eldest, ended up clambering up and throwing his arms around Enji as gently as he could. He buried his face into one of Enji’s arms, and despite the boy’s own rules that he would never cry, Enji could hear the soft sniffles coming from him. No other words were spoken as the other kids climbed around and got comfy as they hugged their father, with Shoto still in Enji’s arms being cradled and Rei coming up from the side to join in on the cuddles.

Despite all of the hardships, they were still a family. And Enji found a sort of comfort in that, despite what he had to go through. They had a few moments of blissful silence, all of them nearly falling back asleep…

…and then Enji’s phone began to ring…

“Incoming call from ‘Midoriya’. Incoming call from ‘Midoriya’.”

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devourens · 2 months

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I think i'm going to have to clear my threads/inbox out a bit. My brain has gotten a bit cluttered with them and moving forward, I do want to focus on plotting and plotted stuff, especially because it gives me a basis to work from when answering memes, and because that's what's so fun about rp for me. I love screaming about our muses together. I love building different dynamics to explore them.

Mutuals are welcome to ask for my discord, and I also don't mind writing on there. I also don't mind making private servers just to put memes and plotting and stuff (it lets me terrorize people with silly nicknames heheh).

Also a gentle reminder that I am mutuals only. I don't mind people following me even if I don't return the follow, but please respect that ic stuff is for mutuals only. This is solely because I am a busy student, with my own mental issues and physical issues that saps my motivation at times. I'm just trying to keep myself from getting overwhelmed.

And finally: I'll be over at @annihilitys today, and I'll deal with cleaning stuff up and deciding on a new color scheme tomorrow.

Blows a kiss to the dash. I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend, enjoy the rest of this Sunday.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc.

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ionicslime · 8 months

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Excuse me waiter my full name is,

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mrssimply · 1 year

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2nd : Miracle

I decided to do a fic advent calendar this year, and idea that was given to me by Bones a.k.a Riots from the Totentanz Discord Server.

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

This one is for @domicofo/@for-lovely-things :D thank you for prompting me, I'm so happy to be able to write something for you!

The prompt was: "angsty fic on Kerry overdozing with pills/drugs accidentally and either it has just the consequences of Ker being weird or almost dying, you decide :"D I'd love to see V's reaction at that. Could also be someone trying to specifically remove Kerry or make him an easy target!"

The dealer is suspicious, but at this moment, Kerry is past caring. She is promising never experienced highs, and that’s exactly what the rocker is looking for. He regrets giving Archangel to V. His hands are itching for the gun like he’s itching for the drug, to the point he became angry at V for taking it and disappearing with it.

It’s been ten days since that strange phone call, and Kerry is becoming crazy along with the rest of the city. His case is more personal: people lost assets, security, a career, he lost the love of his life, so really, he doesn’t give a fuck about them.

Since the gun is unavailable, Kerry has to turn to other means of blowing himself up: he can’t bear his own mind a minute more, and that’s exactly what the girl is selling him.

There are seven pills in the little packet, and only one indication: wait at least six hours between each of them, ideally half a day. The ambiguity of the prescription should raise more flags, and a voice that sounds suspiciously like Johnny of all people, tells him he shouldn’t take that.

He does anyway.

The pill is exactly what it promises: for five hours, Kerry feels free. He still wonders about V, but instead of dread or heartbreak, he only feels floaty. As he continues to think about V, since apparently he can think of nothing else right now, memories of their time together come to him. Their first date after their sexcapade on Kovachek’s boat, that time V tried to do yoga with him in the morning, or that evening Kerry took the merc to a five star restaurant, only for V to ask for a steak and fries.

He’s snorting and giggling all by himself in the middle of the lounge room upstairs. The high leaves him feeling thirsty, but better. The rush slows down and there is no crash, it’s more like a quiet landing.

Kerry takes a swim in his pool, feeling at peace.

It doesn’t last. He takes pills number two three days later, surprised at himself for waiting this long. Outside, the city is burning around him, fires, both metaphorical and real, hiking up the slope to North Oak and again, Johnny’s voice tells him he should start looking for a way out. That’s the moment he takes the pill.

He floats, looking at the stars he can’t see, laying down next to the grand piano. He dreams the ceiling opens and he can see the moon and the galaxies. He flies away with a light heart. At some point, just as he’s starting to feel lonely, arms close around him.

“Hey,” V’s voice says right into his ear. A kiss lands on his neck, fingers brush the hem of his shirt. Kerry smiles and turns his head, straining for a real kiss.

V’s lips are dry against his, and Kerry can taste his smile against his mouth. He turns fully in his arms, and they fall into the universe.

When he wakes up, Kerry can’t help but smile.

The sensation dims too fast, and he wants that rush back. He takes pill number three the next day, and number four the day after. Each time it’s better, each time V feels closer, more real.

Pill number five is hot like a midsummer day. He feels V’s mouth around his hard cock, he arches back with a whine and can’t stop stroking V’s hair. It’s so soft under his hands, just like his lashes when Kerry wipes the tension tears away. V playfully bites his thumb, and continues sucking on his fingers while he teases Kerry open. The musician’s legs fall easily apart for him, and when V’s lips trace a burning path downs to his thighs, he shivers and beg for more.

V’s cock is perfect inside of him, and his hands are strong where they hold his hips, and his smile is devious when he starts thrusting. He moves sinfully, makes Kerry gasp and throws his head back as his brain fizzes with pleasure. The barrier of their skin is too much, Kerry wishes they could fuse, become one, and it suddenly happens: he doesn’t know where he ends and where V starts, and the pleasure is all his. His body takes fire, his blood turns to stardust, and the sounds he makes are not human anymore.

When he comes, it feels like an earthquake.

The aftermath is depressing.

Six hours later, he takes pill number six.

They take a trip through fields of gold, waste hours kissing under a cherry tree, naked, slowly rubbing against each other. The valley is lush and green, no place like this exists on earth anymore. The sun filters through the canopy, and Kerry can see each leaf clearly. He loses focus when V takes him, slow and deep. He wishes it would never end.

Which is why, as soon as the dream fades, he takes the last pill.

He falls asleep in V’s arms, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a kiss brushed over his brow.

“Sleep well, babe,”

Darkness welcomes him. It’s warm and quiet.

It’s just perfect.

He wakes up to alarm sounds, to people shouting at each other, and to pain. His whole body feels like a giant bruise, but the worst is concentrated around his chest. He tries to breathe and it feels like the air itself is acidic. Intrusive hands rams over his body, moving him this way and that, up onto a stretcher. In flashes, he sees his ceiling, the sky, and the inside of a trauma team AV. He wishes he wouldn’t recognise that so easily but it’s not his first rodeo.

Being alive, awake and himself is really awful for a few days. The clinic welcomed him back with a tired but genuine smile: he knows the staff by name, it hasn't changed much since last time. They keep him for a few days, just enough to make sure the drug has no lasting effects, and offer him to subscribe to their counseling program. Kerry says thanks but no thanks, and gets back home to sit in the dark.

It dawns on him, as he’s sitting on the piano bench, looking at the black and white keys, that this is it. That’s his life. It’s not just a shitty moment to pass, it’s permanent. V was like a match in the dark: it burned bright and fast. Too fast. Kerry barely had time to enjoy his light and his warmth.

The piano makes a discordant noise when Kerry puts his elbows on the board and buries his face into his hands.

He falls asleep on one of the downstairs couches, incapable of taking his old carcass upstairs to the bed. Plus, he nearly died in the sheets, so he thinks maybe it’s best if he doesn’t go there yet.

He dreams of V, of gentle hands touching his face, fingers trembling softly. He dreams that V calls his name softly, and then lies down next to him, gathering him in his arms. It’s a nice dream, so he stays there a little longer, and buries his face into V’s neck with a sigh.

When he opens his eyes, he’s not expecting much. The light of the day is fading, meaning he lost another day but he’s lost so many it brings no reactions in his mind. He registers that he’s warm, and that there is a body next to him on the couch.

He jolts, suddenly wide awake, and nearly over balance, but strong arms catch him.

“Hey, Ker,” V murmurs, because it’s him, or Kerry thinks it’s him.

He’s lost weight and his features seem sharper due to the hollowness of his cheeks. He’s lost his smile, and sleep apparently, if the dark bags under his eyes are any indication.

Kerry looks at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted to let out ragged pants. V gives him a tired smile, but when there is still no answer, his expression turns unsure. It snaps Kerry out of his shock.

“Are you really there?” he asks and V winces, eyes suddenly turning sad.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m here.”

“It’s not a dream?”

V’s eyes sadden even more and he shakes his head slightly.

“No. You’re awake.”

Kerry takes a few seconds to assess that declaration: he does feel awake, but he’s not sure he can trust the sensation yet.

“Sorry it took me so long to come back to you. I…” V stops, works his mouth around the words, but they can’t seem to get out.

“I came as soon as I could. The screamsheets said you…”

Oh yeah. Of course it’s probably all over the news, in an attempt to distract people from the fact the world is crumbling around them. His misery is endlessly fascinating to the mass, and reassuring because it means fame and money are no shield against despair either.

“You were gone,” Kerry utters, “I thought you were gone.”

V seems to deflate and he slowly rises to a seated position, briefly looking to the side with a guilty expression. He then reaches for the musician’s fingers and his hands are shaking when they hold Kerry’s. He brings them to his lips, and kisses his palm reverently.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have waited that long.”

“Why didn’t you — Where were you?” Kerry chokes out, and V’s expression crumbles.

“I was… First I was at Vik's, then… Back at my place. I needed time to… Process things — think. I didn’t — I didn’t realize you would be that worried.”

Kerry wants to laugh, if only because the other option is to cry.

“You called me. It was weird, you were weird. Then the news said something happened in the Arasaka tower. And then you disappeared. I couldn’t reach you I — fuck!”

V winces and nods like he’s listening to a voice in his head. Before Kerry can inquire about that, V goes on.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Ker. It’s just. Johnny’s gone and I…” he stops, and Kerry gets the feeling he wanted to say something more but can’t right now. Instead, he raises his eyes to Kerry’s and begs him to understand “I should have come right away but I was…”

“Lost,” Kerry finishes, because it’s not like he doesn’t know the feeling.

V nods, closes his eyes and his expression turns wounded. His grip over Kerry’s hands gets painful.

“Fuck, what were you thinking? If I had lost you, too…” He murmurs against the musician’s fingers, and he sounds terrified by the prospect.

With a raw sound, V surges up and kisses him, making Kerry gasp into the embrace. He practically climbs in his lap to feel him closer.

It’s nothing like in the dream, it’s so much better because Kerry can feel his weight, his strength when V tightens his arms around him, his heat when he slips his hands under Kerry’s top.

“You scared me,” V breathes between kisses, “fuck, I just needed time.”

Kerry refuses to promise anything, he feels tired, and now that the rush of V’s presence is starting to fade, anger rises instead.

“I’m tired of losing the people I love,” he retorts with a frown, “you don’t get to disappear on me and expect to find me right where you left me. You promised to chase the shadows away, V, you gonna keep that promise?”

The young man looks up at him and through his eyes, Kerry can see his weary soul. It’s strange to see someone so young being so burdened.

“I’m still dying, Ker,” he confesses softly, and the oxygen freezes in the rocker’s lungs. “It — it didn’t work. Johnny’s gone, but it’s only slowing the process. I’m still dying,” he repeats and tears gather in his eyes. V lowers his head and blink furiously, refusing to let them fall.

“t’s why I needed time… To process it all, to… Think.”

Silence stretches between them, and in the silence, one conviction blooms.

“I’m not gonna let you die, V,” he breathes out like it’s the most obvious thing. The young man looks up and in that moment, he really looks his age: barely thirty, and still so hungry for life. It fills Kerry with rage to think of how the world is trying to destroy that.

“I’m tired of losing the people I love,” Kerry says with more force, “Stay with me and we will find a way.”

V chuckles sadly, and gives him a small smile.

“It’s gonna take a miracle, Ker.”

Gently, Kerry wipes his tears and kisses his forehead.

“You’re not dead, you came back, it’s already a miracle, what’s one more?”

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