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Chapter 45: Piece of Happiness...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,175

A/N:

Compersion (noun): A feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another romantic or sexual relationship. The opposite of jealousy and typically is used in reference to nontraditional or polyamorous relationships.

Yoongi's POV

"No, I'm okay for now. Y'all go ahead. I'm almost done," I tell Tia when she asks if I'd like to come down while she prepares dinner. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely starving but I really want to get this bed done so that she and the guys can rest comfortably tonight. My guys bring up the last few boards, and I send them home for the evening after thanking them for their hard work. Once I'm done nailing the last slat board down, I start to assemble the drawers that will serve as storage in the footboard. When they are complete, I install them on the drawer slides, opening and closing them several times to make sure they have smooth movement. This sprawling bed is equivalent to two king size beds put together, taking up the entirety of one wall, only leaving room for the night stands to fit snuggly between it and the adjacent walls. Thankfully, there is more room in the bedroom, almost like a whole other bedroom is attached. This place is incredible, from the high ceilings, to the gold sconces, beautiful color palette, to the awe-inspiring floor plan.

The way that I've built this bed allows for a platform feel with no need for a box spring to support their current mattress and the new one that was delivered yesterday, being able to rest on the slats. I am a man that knows my limitations and realize that there is no way that I'll be able to get this mattress on the frame or bring the one from the garage up alone. When I'm finished cleaning up my mess and gathering my tools, I head downstairs to ask the guys for help. My foot hits the bottom stair when I overhear their cheerful conversations and joyful laughter. It's a sound that I wish could be bottled up and saved for later, I imagine that this is what heaven sounds like. I drop my things onto the floor after rounding the staircase and head into the kitchen. As if waiting for me to join them, they all greet me with such excitement and so much love.

"Yoongi, come join us," Jimin offers, reaching for my hand while Jungkook reaches for the other.

"Are you finally done? We've been waiting so long," Taehyung adds.

"Yeah, I just finished up and was actually coming down to ask for a hand or two putting the mattresses on."

"That can wait. Come. Sit," Namjoon says.

"You really should eat something. You haven't eaten all day," Tia mentions, putting me on blast.

"WHAT?!" The guys all speak in unison, clearly upset that I've not had a meal.

"No, I did. I had a few tangerines, some water, and-," I say nervously rubbing the back of my neck. I don't even get to finish my sentence before multiple hands are pulling me to sit at the table.

"Why haven't you had a proper meal," Hoseok asks with a frown. "You have to make sure you don't miss meals so that you won't get sick. Here," he says as he places a plate of spaghetti in front of me, grabs my hand, and slides a utensil into it. Even though I love this bunch, it is still awkward to have everyone's focus on me, worrying over me. Before it gets too uncomfortable, everyone goes back to what they were doing as if on cue. Some are bringing food to the table while others are bringing more dinnerware and utensils, napkins, and taking drink orders. They are all busy doing this or that, except for Hoseok, who hasn't left my side since I sat down.

Once everyone's task is done, they come to join us, sitting comfortably around the table. The sound of dishes clinking, more conversations, and laughter fill the space. This is not something I'm used to being that I live alone. Even my dog, Holly, is with my parents as I've been too busy to properly care for him, too swamped with jobs.

"Wow, everything looks delicious and this spaghetti is the best I've had," I compliment before digging in for another bite.

"I'm glad you like it! It's a simple meal but is still one of my favorites," Tia tells me.

"It really is so good. Here, try this too," Namjoon says, placing pieces of steak on my plate.

"Me, too," Taehyung says, wanting Namjoon to share with him as well and he does as Taehyung reaches over to put a piece of fried chicken on my plate next to the steak tips. "Here. You don't have any chicken."

"Sorry about all the random sides. I know they don't really match but we wanted to make sure there was enough for everyone," Tia says. "Speaking of which, who wants to do the grocery run tomorrow?"

Jungkook and Taehyung volunteer, then Jungkook asks, "You coming, Yoongi?"

Even though I understand what this relationship is and its logistics, I'm still caught off guard by the question.

"Huh?" I ask for clarification while almost choking on my drink.

"My bad, I just thought..." he trails off, looking around at the others seemingly afraid that he's made a mistake.

"We didn't get a chance to talk about the next step," Tia tells everyone. "So, we talked about our relationship, things that the rest of us have experienced, and the things that have led up to this point. I didn't get a chance, however, to get your opinion on living arrangements. Of course, we all want you to stay with us, but what is going to make you the most comfortable is what matters."

She is sitting directly in front of me, peering at me while everyone else goes back to their meals. It's like they know how to treat me, understanding that I get uncomfortable under pressure, without me having to say a word. When she offers to speak with me privately, I find my courage and decide to talk as a collective.

"Is that truly something you all want? I really don't want to intrude or be in the way."

"You wouldn't be," Namjoon says, and goes into further details regarding accommodations. "We all have a separate bedroom outside of Tia's, though we don't sleep there, preferring to cozy up together in Tia's bed."

"Our bed," Tia corrects him with a sly grin.

"My bad. Yes, our bed," he says, giving her hand a squeeze. "Our clothes and other belongings are in those bedrooms, though."

"There are, also, bathrooms upstairs that we've used if the main one is occupied. There is another in the basement as well as a couple more bedrooms," Jimin explains.

"So, the bed was built so that we could all fit but there is plenty of space around here and things for you to do if you ever need some alone time," says Jungkook.

"We are in no way trying to talk you into doing something you're not comfortable with, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say we would be thrilled to have you here," Taehyung says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Have you decided what you want to do, Hobi?" Jimin asks Hoseok, taking some of the heat off of me.

"I have. Actually, I mentioned to Tia earlier that I would love to stay if you all would have me," he answers. "I would just need to tie up the loose ends back home which will be easy since the lease on my apartment will be up this month. I can probably get that done tomorrow."

"Nice!" Namjoon begins, followed by similar sentiments from the others.

"What are you thinking?" Hoseok asks me.

"I don't know. It's all happening so fast. I told Tia earlier, it all seems too good to be true. Do you guys never get jealous of each other? Is everyone dating each other? I have so many questions right now."

They speak more in detail and patiently answer any of my additional questions. I do, really, want to stay but I also value my time alone, being more introverted than the others. The lease on my apartment ends this month as well, so the timing would be perfect. It's just so much happening at once. Tia is so patient with me and shares more of the knowledge she has acquired regarding polyamorous relationships.

"Polyamory, of course, is being in a relationship with multiple, consenting individuals at one time. Being that there are seven of us now, we are considered a polycule. You guys are not required to do anything you don't want to, including dating or being physical with each other. The guys are used to and understand the pull that brings more love into the house. Correct me if I'm wrong guys, but they seem to experience compersion seeing me meet new people."

"Absolutely! She is so damn cute when I watch her with the other guys or meeting new people. Her joy brings me so much joy," Taehyung confirms and the others agree with various hums and nods.

"So, Tia is like an anchor, being our 'home' of sorts. She is the reason we are all here and is our primary priority," Jimin adds. "There are rules that we choose to abide by," he says while pointing to the other men, "and that is that the relationship is closed. We have no desire to find love or other romantic relationships outside of this polycule. Did I use that word right?"

When Tia nods, his eyes disappear when he smiles with pride. Taehyung winks at him as if congratulating his feat. They are so fucking adorable.

"So, these guys have decided to be my nesting partners," Tia says with air quotes, "who will live here with me. We will share our lives fully, from living arrangements to finances."

"No pressure. I get it if you need to think about it a bit more," Jungkook comforts me. "And solo poly is an option, right, Noona?"

"Of course. You can choose to live independently to come and go as you please."

The way that my true feelings burst out of my mouth is borderline scary, both because it seemed to pop involuntary and because I'm saying it aloud, "I want to!" Fuck, that was loud. I pause for a moment to compose myself. They have not given me any reason to keep this hypothetical wall up and I must admit, I've never felt this secure in a romantic relationship before. "I want to stay, too."

"Yay!" Tia practically jumps from her chair and skips around the table to me. Standing behind my chair, she drapes herself over my shoulders to take my face into her hands, freckling one side of my face with kisses before she kisses my lips. I hear Jungkook and Namjoon whoop loudly while Jimin and Taehyung clap their hands with excitement. Hoseok gently places his hand on my thigh under the table before I take it into my own hand. They sure have the ability to make a man feel wanted, and I've never been more certain of a decision in my life. I guess I'm home, sweet home.

Hoseok's POV

Meeting Yoongi was like looking into Tia's eyes for the first time; comfortable, loving, and magnetic. The grip on my heart is like a vice and the lust I have for them burns, scorching my body from within. I'm not saying that I love him more than the other guys, but it is definitely different. I could have orgasmed just from touching his hand earlier, the feelings so overwhelming and intense. I'm so glad that he's decided to stay with us. I was afraid for a moment that he was going to decline.

After dinner, I volunteer to do the dishes which are in a hot, soapy bath that Taehyung prepared. Even though Tia mentioned that he did the dishes this morning, he still offers to stay and help me while the others do their own thing.

"You really don't have to help me. Tia said that you've done the dishes today already. I just want to help out, you know? Earn my keep around here," I say jokingly but also meaning it wholeheartedly.

"No worries. I want to. Doing the dishes is therapeutic for me, plus, I get to spend some one-on-one time with you. I can't turn that down."

Not me blushing, now knowing that Taehyung has been wanting to spend time with me.

"Yes, it does seem like we haven't really been alone. I'm sure it's because I just joined you all and was in the introduction stage. Do you usually get to spend time with the other guys?"

"Yes, we all get to spend quality time together. Me and JK play video games and I watch movies in the theater with Jimin. Earlier, I was able to chill with Namjoon in the library," Taehyung shares.

Curiosity eats at me and I can't help but question him, "Do you guys ever-?"

"Ever what? Are you asking if we have sex?"

"W-well," his directness along with his deep voice and piercing stare makes me feel bashful under his gaze. "Yes. Do you guys have sex? Are you attracted to the other men?"

"No, we've not had sex but we are intimate when we're with Tia. I am, absolutely, attracted to the others and you. You are all so beautiful, how could I not be? There is no rule saying that we can't be together if we want, it just hasn't happened yet."

We finish up our chore while speaking about this and that. The conversation is comfortable like talking to an old friend. I rinse the last of the dishes that he then places into the dishwasher. We wipe down the countertops and stove, then sweep the floor as this is what 'cleaning the kitchen' consists of, Taehyung mentions Tia's statement from a previous conversation.

"She's super chill and doesn't ask for much, but I notice that her mood can change a bit if things aren't clean. I think clutter makes her feel overwhelmed and frazzled. That's another reason I don't mind cleaning; I want to do my part to keep her happy. She's been through so much and deserves to live a soft life."

I'm falling in love with the look in his eyes as he's mentioning Tia and I want him to be just as happy as she is. I consciously vow to make sure that I also do my part to keep that expression on all of their faces.

Jimin's POV

I am the type of person that observes, clocks things, but keeps it all to myself until others are ready to express themselves. So when I see Hoseok reach over to rest Yoongi's thigh, I look at Tia. She saw it too, judging by the knowing smirk on her face and that twinkle of mischief in her eye. I wonder what is going on between them and when she looks over at me, I raise a questioning brow to which she smiles fully.

When we finish our meals and clear the table of its dishes, Hoseok and Taehyung stay behind to clean the kitchen, Jungkook goes upstairs to shower, and Namjoon takes Yoongi on a tour of his new home. I am so excited that there will be more people to share my love with, but right now, I need to talk to Tia.

"Come here," I whisper to her and lead her down the stairs into the basement.

"What? Boy, what are you doing?"

"Well, there are a couple of things I'm curious about," I confess once we make it to the bottom of the stairs, while rubbing the back of my neck, suddenly nervous to bring this up. I really don't want to make things weird or disrupt the peace we have in this house. At the same time, she is the love of my life and I've decided to dedicate my life to her and the fellas. I should be able to be my true self and be honest with them all. "Fuck, I'm gonna grab a drink. Would you like something?"

"Honestly, I've been craving some red wine," she mentions while making her way to the theater area, taking a seat on one of the comfy chairs. "I don't know if I've developed an aversion to it after being poisoned, but I'm afraid to drink it. Does that make sense?"

"That makes perfect sense," I say while making my way to the bar area. "I'll pour you a glass from one of the bottles I brought from my house if you want."

"Yes, let's try that. If it's coming from you, I know I'll be fine."

"I figured you'd be reluctant to drink anything from the cellar. I hope you don't mind, but I threw all of the wine bottles and liquor bottles that looked tampered with away. Also any bottles that looked like they could be easily contaminated. I did bring all of the bottles I've been saving from home and I plan on replacing the ones I tossed."

"I don't mind at all. I'm touched to know that you thought about me and wanted to make sure I felt safe. You are so stinking sweet and I love you so much."

I round the corner with two glasses and the bottle of wine, nearly prancing from the affection she's expressed for me.

"Awww, babe. I love you, too!" It's not the first time I've heard it, but it makes me giddy just the same. I lean over to kiss her glossy lips before I take my seat next to her and open the bottle. "Here you go," I say and hand her the stemless glass. My heart warms when I watch her take a sniff of the liquid and close her eyes before bringing it to her plump lips. Watching her savor the drink as it washes over her tongue is damn near orgasmic and I'm trying not to drool at the sight.

"Oh my God, Jimin. This is so good and it's been so long, I could cry," she says jokingly but there is some truth behind her eyes.

"I'm glad you like it. I know how you love a good red wine so I can imagine it being tough being afraid to drink it. I'm glad I could bring you a little piece of happiness."

"A little piece? Just you being here fills my heart with so much joy," she says and leans over for another kiss.

Fuck! I want her so bad right now. Her lips, her skin is so fucking soft! Oh shit, I hope she doesn't notice.

I swear that she could just breathe in my direction and my dick would stand to salute her. I really hope she doesn't realize there's a bulge in my pants from just a little kiss. I've gotta stay focused as there are things I want to talk to her about. Taking a swig from my own glass, I think of the best way to approach the topic.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night. When we were watching that shit movie Jungkook picked, I noticed that you were a bit out of it. Your expression looked troubled, pissed even, and for some reason I feel like you're hiding something from us, like there is something you're purposely keeping from us."

"I can't sit here and say that's not true, Jiminie. There are things that I've seen in visions that I'm trying to prevent from happening. Please trust me on this and know that I will tell you all eventually, just not right now. I promise."

"I trust you baby, with all my heart. I just don't want you to struggle or suffer alone. That's what we're here for; to love you, care for you, and lessen your stress the best we can. If that means something as small as me sitting here so that you can vent, I'll do that."

"Jimin, baby, I really do appreciate you being concerned but just know that everything will be okay. I've seen things, heartbreaking things, and the only way I can stop those things from happening is to remain silent about this; at least for now. I hope you understand, in no way am I trying to be secretive," she rambles, trying to explain herself.

"Babe. Babe...shhh. I get it. You don't have to explain yourself. If this is the process you have to take, then do that. I am not questioning your honesty, I'm just worried about you," I say, placing my glass next to my feet before turning my whole body to face her, cupping my hand around hers which are still wrapped around her glass. "You don't have to share anything that you're not comfortable with, whether it pertains to your visions, your knowledge, or anything else. And with that being said," I pause a moment, looking down at our hands. "You saw it, too, earlier."

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

I look back into her eyes, amused at her trying to skate around my statement.

"You know exactly what I mean. So, is that a thing or...?"

"Hey, it's not my business to tell but I will say that I've seen that they both will be very happy here with us."

"So, you knew Yoongi would decide to stay?"

She just smiles, remaining tight-lipped, before saying, "I would hate to spoil the ending for you", then winks before kissing me one last time. I don't consider myself nosy or a gossip, so the information, or lack thereof, that she's provided will have to do. As long as they are happy, I'm fine with anything and honestly I'm just taken aback being that we've not experienced another couple within our relationship. If I'm being truly honest with myself, I've had similar thoughts. I know I could have just talked to her about it but all of this still feels weird to me. I wonder if she's seen things about me. About my desires.

Tia's POV

Yes. I saw it, but way before Jimin did. When I looked into Yoongi's eyes, I saw that he will experience a beautiful love with Hoseok. While the love we share is strong and the love they have for the others is undeniable, their love will be something special. I am over the moon and so excited to be able to experience it with them. I think by answering Jimin the way I did, it will provide privacy for Hoseok and Yoongi while also answering the questions that rest unasked beneath his eyes. I have not seen what lies ahead for him, but I can feel his hunger as well as his uncertainty. I want to maintain the trust amongst us all, allowing us to feel secure and safe to be our authentic selves. And I will do the same for Mr. Sassy Pants if he decides to date within our relationship.

Jimin has my heart and I don't think he realizes how big of a gesture and how much he touched my heart by cleaning out the wine cellar. While it may have been a small act in his mind, for me it means so much more. As a mental health professional, I can definitely see signs of PTSD within myself from my experience with those brothers, but knowing that my men care so much for me and are attentive enough to recognize and want to combat the symptoms melts me.

I've not spoken to the guys about my past before meeting them, only focusing on our present and future, but I've not had a partner to care for me or treat me so tenderly before. And if I'm being sincere, it is taking some getting used to.

I can understand what Yoongi meant when he said that this all seems too good to be true. If I hadn't seen glimpses of our future, I would be skeptical, too, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess my ancestors know me better than I know myself and knew that I would need to see at least a peek of the intimacy and love we will experience for each other. Even when I have my moments of doubt or possible self-sabotaging actions, a comfort comes over me that allows me to lean into the love the guys are providing instead of pushing them away out of fear of getting hurt. Every time they kiss me,all of my doubts and worries disappear, being replaced with excitement and anticipation for our many days to come.

A/N:

Thank you so much to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

#joonslfttiddie #bangtanwhq #ambw #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts smut #reincarnated lovers #reverse harem #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoesok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #black protagonist

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trans-lykanthropie · 1 month

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I think the current customer I'm processing 'urgent' orders for, let's call her Frau Ferienhaus, is possibly the most passively unpleasant customer I've ever had to deal with.

Not actively unpleasant, like the bloke who decided I didn't know how to do my job and told me he 'knew' how expensive frames should be and was an all around misogynistic piece of shit, and not passive aggressively unpleasant like the woman who took issue with the ordering process every step of the way and did a mocking impression of my voice as she left (don't let the door hit you on the way out), but this kind of insidious and slow reveal of a deeply unpleasant woman.

For one, the frames and pictures we're organising for her are all for her 'summer home', which based on the photos she send me (we're getting to that bit) looks like a bleakly clinical flat somewhere that she wants to rent out to make money with. Already I despise her deeply.

Second, all this work needs to be done urgently apparently so that the 'summer home' can be furnished for people to rent for Easter. Honestly, you've left it far too late love.

Thirdly, she seems to think that this is a home decorating service and not a picture frame shop. I have received multiple phone calls from her, in person visits, and yes even emails with photos of her landlord-white summer desensitisation chamber so that I could advise her on what pictures to hang up there. One time she called up at 6:15pm to ask if I was available to discuss which pictures she should displayer. I'm not at your beckon call twenty-four seven and actually have other shit to do, so the answer was no.

Fourthly, she asked if there was a special kind of hanger for the picture frame we're building for her that would 'prevent it from being stolen'. She has such a low opinion of the people who'll be giving her money to stay in her pokey little flat that she's afraid people will steal the picture frames.

And that's what I mean when I say Frau Ferienhaus is the most passively unpleasant customer I've ever had. Has she been shitty to me directly? No. But has she thought that I'm just free to drop everything I'm doing to tend to her every whim whilst blathering on about this stupid summer home that could've easily actually been a proper home for a family to live in whilst telling me she thinks visitors will lift the photos off the walls and run off with the cutlery? You bet.

Fuck you Frau Ferienhaus.

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the-cult-of-riley · 1 month

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Seven)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

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A/N: Oh, baby, this is it!!!

The last chapter of Act One. I hope you guys are ready for the hell I’m gonna bestow on you all lmaooo

I just wanted to say, while I have a bunch of shit written for Act Two and a boat load of ideas, I am up for suggestions. If there's something you'd like to see in the fic, don't be a stranger. I can't guarantee I’ll do it, if it doesn't mesh with the ideas I have, but as a free writer, my work is always evolving and taking on a life of its own. So hit me up if there's some specific shit you wanna see.

Also this chapter is a little rough so… re-read the tags and take care of your mental health.

Placebo - A Million Little Pieces

There wasn't much I used to need

A smile would blow a summer breeze through my heart

Now my mistakes are haunting me

Like winter came and put a freeze on my heart

I've lost the power to understand

What it takes to be a man with my heart

I saw you wanted this to end

You tried your best to be a friend to my heart

But I'm leaving this worry town

Please no grieving, my love, understand?

Whenever I was feeling wrong

I used to go and write a song from my heart

But now I feel I've lost my spark

No more glowing in the dark for my heart

So I'm leaving this worry town

Please no grieving, my love, understand?

Understand?

Understand? (Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?)

Understand? (Can't you tell I've lost my way?)

Understand? (Look at me there's no denying)

Understand? (I won't last another day)

So I'm leaving this worry town

Please no grieving, my love, understand?

Then I'm leaving this worry town

Please no grieving, my love, understand?

All my dreaming torn in pieces

All my dreaming torn in pieces now

A burst pipe was dripping, the nose echoing in the desolate concrete room. Sounded like a bullet ricocheting off the walls. Simon fucking wished it was, wished it ricocheted right into his brain. How long had he been here? It all bled together, felt like forever at this point. His body was well and truly broken, had so much done to him that he’d been sure he was a goner multiple times, yet somehow he was still clinging on. His mind though, that he was trying to clutch with all of his might, bloodied fingers and all.

He wasn't sure just where it all went wrong, to be betrayed by his superior like he had, to wind up in the hands of a monster. Roba wanted him to join their side, thought he’d make a great soldier for him. Wanted him a mindless drone to follow his brutal orders. An unstoppable machine. He wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t ever fucking do it but boy was Roba determined to try and break him.

It had been your run of the mill torture at first but Simon was prepared for that, fucking passed his RTI training with flying colours for a reason. But when that didn't work it got meaner, more brutal, until Simon’s body was littered with scars, so many he was sure he looked like mincemeat. The one that sliced through his top lip into his cheek had been the most painful. It was still trying to heal.

When Roba realised he wasn't getting anywhere to break his new favourite toy, he resorted to tactics that Simon hadn’t been prepared for, ones that had damaged his psyche beyond repair. He’d been confused when the first prostitute had been brought to him and he’d been horrified at what they wanted him to do. He was married and he wasn’t about to fuck a hooker. Roba hadn't liked that though and as the poor girl hit the floor with a thud, bullet hole in her head, Simon had felt bile clawing its way up his throat. He might not have pulled the trigger but he damn well killed her, and that was the fucking point wasn’t it? The mind games.

Roba knew he'd play along more if innocent lives were threatened and so that's what he did. He kept bringing him women that if he was honest, might not have even been willing participants and they forced him to be touched against his will. And if he didn’t get hard, didn’t fucking finish as they watched like the sick perverts they were, the girls wound up beaten or dead. He wasn't sure he’d ever be right in the head again if he ever got out of here, especially not when it got even worse when even that hadn’t broken him completely.

Then it turned into the men taking turns with him, being used in a way he’d never even considered. He felt dirty, like he’d never wash clean, like he was tarnished from the inside out and all he could think about was her. Could she still love him after he’d been with other people? No, that wasn't right was it? Hadn’t been voluntary, hadn’t been willing. He knew exactly what it was he went through, the R word that burned in the back of his mind like vitriol. He’d been defiled.

Would she think of him differently or would she open her arms out to him, wrap them around him in a tender embrace and tell him it would all be okay? Simon’s eyes closed, tears leaking down the sides as he lay on the hard concrete floor, the cold biting into his broken and naked body. He could just about hear her, the delicate voice floating through the peripheries of his shattered mind.

I’ve got you, Si. I love you.

A deep and aching sob wracked his bruised chest, his heart yearning so fiercely for her that it caused him more physical pain than the beatings. She was the only thing keeping his sanity in check, the only thing he was clinging onto so desperately. He needed to get back to her, needed to be in her arms, needed to feel like he was still a man, still worthy of love.

He felt so disconnected from everything, disjointed and wrong. Nothing felt like it made sense anymore other than her. He’d never allow them to break him because he couldn't leave her all alone. He’d promised her that years ago, made it solid with his vows to her. He wouldn't die here, wouldn't leave her grieving and alone. He’d get back to her no matter what it took.

His whole body tensed up as he heard the door down the hall rattle, the key in the lock turning. A cold, creeping fear trickled through his veins like ice and his chest felt like it caved in. He knew what was coming for him, knew what time it was. And so, he allowed himself to float away somewhere else. Somewhere it was warm, somewhere with blue soft eyes gazing at him, a bright smile just for him, small hands smoothing through his hair and telling him it was all okay. He'd be okay as long as he was with her.

He’d been through a lot of horrible things in his life but nothing could top the last three months. Nothing could top being hung by his ribs with a meat hook or being buried alive with his dead, treacherous CO. But even then, he hadn't given up. Even bloody and gasping and retching and fractured. He’d dug his way out of that grave with the jaw bone of his bastard of a Major, got himself right out. Finally. He could go back to her. She was all he ached for, all he wanted.

Getting out of Mexico had been a blur, wound up being picked up by a Captain called John Price that he’d briefly worked with before. He wasn’t sure how he fucking found him, wasn’t sure of anything anymore and then weeks were spent in hospital as he recovered. His brain was fuzzy, his mind trying to erase the horrors he’d endured, trying to stuff them into a box so deep in his mind he’d never be able to find them. Didn't work though, did it? His body recovered, leaving awful scars that covered every part of him. His face made him sick, a scar along his cheek and lip and one that curved around his left temple. Would she flinch when she looked at him? Would she feel as sick as he did? Would she still look at him the same? His body might have healed but his mind sure hadn't. He had this hope, that once he was home, once he was back with her that it would all be okay. She’d make it okay.

“You thought any more about what I said?” John asked him, watching as Simon slid a hoodie on. The man had been kind enough, slowly earning his trust after not leaving his side.

“We both know I wouldn't pass a psych eval… not anymore,” he bit out. He tried not to think of the nightmares or the crippling panic attacks he kept getting out of nowhere. Tried not to think about the dreams where he was hurting people, hurting innocent women and enjoying it. Tried to tell himself that Roba hadn't won, he hadn't.

“Doesn't really matter about that, does it? You've got potential, Simon. A bit of therapy and I think you’d be good to go. I’d love to have you on my team,” the man murmured, giving him a sympathetic look. He felt honoured that after all he went through, this man, a seemingly good man, had decided he was worth something. Decided that he wanted him on board. He felt like a fragile piece of porcelain, cracked and waiting to fall to pieces. He was nothing like the brave soldier he’d thought he was.

“I appreciate it but… I’m done. I want out. Just wanna get home, back to my wife. Wanna… settle down, get better, have kids. I don't want this life anymore,” he admitted hoarsely.

His hand moved to his tags, the pendant she got him still there. A tether to her. He couldn't do this life anymore, not after all he’d been through. He just wanted a normal life, wanted to just be with Charlotte. John nodded, moving at a snail's pace to tap him on the shoulder. He still flinched anyway but he was getting better. He hoped to god he wouldn't flinch at Lottie’s touch, he knew it would break her. Her soft heart would already hurt for him when she found out what he’d endured.

“Alright, well… Here's my number anyway. Call me if you change your mind or… if you just need a chat,” he smiled and Simon nodded, grateful for the man who just appeared in his life when he needed him. He’d never forget his help.

“Thanks, John,” he murmured.

He got the special treatment of a private military plane back to Manchester and he looked around at the pitiful smattering of snow and the twinkling lights people had up. It was Christmas day. Even after everything he’d been through, he was excited to see her, his stomach twisting in knots at the prospect. She’d be so surprised to see him and he just needed to feel her, needed to take in her comforting scent and to hear her beating heart.

A thought occurred to him then and he decided to go to his mum’s first and he knew Tommy, Beth and Jo would be there after spending Christmas day there. Not really to see them as he knew his current scarred state would cause quite a stir but because Lottie’s present was there so she wouldn't see it. His mum had helped him with it. He’d been so excited about giving it to her. While he knew it was wrong, he decided he wouldn't tell his family what happened to him, they didn't need to know those horrors. He’d come up with some bullshit about a bomb or something to cover for his scars. He would tell Lottie though, she deserved to know the truth and why he’d come back different.

He was glad the houses weren’t too far apart, his steps picking up as he saw his mum’s house. The lights outside blinked rapidly and he smiled at the stupid inflated snowman in the front garden. It wasn't lost on him how close to death he’d been not too long ago and all these little things he’s taken for granted meant so much more to him now. He moved through the front gate, approaching the door and frowning when he saw it was open a crack.

“Mum! You’ve left the door open!” he called out, pushing it open as he stepped inside. For a house full of people on Christmas day, it was eerily silent and Simon felt a chill sweep up his spine, his military alertness taking over.

“Mum! Tommy!” he called out warily, moving inside the house fully.

As he walked into the living room, the world stopped turning and he couldn't breathe. Mum. She was lying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree and his first thought had been that she’d had a fall or a heart attack or stroke. But as he rushed to her, turning her over to her back, blood pounded in his ears at the bullet hole in her head. No, no, no.

He jumped up, hands clutching the sides of his head as he shut his eyes, frantically shaking his head. He’d had dreams like this before. It was a dream, it had to be. Yet when he opened his eyes again, the lifeless body of his mum stared back at him. He looked to his left seeing Beth slumped on the couch, bullet wound to the head. He couldn't hear the wounded noises he was making with the pulse blaring in his ears but his cheeks were wet and he clawed at his chest as he tried to breathe. Joseph was in the armchair, body half falling off with blood dripping from his small head.

“No…” he wailed, swaying on his feet as he stumbled over. His hands shook, hovering over the boy before he carefully lifted him so he didn't fall, leaning him against the chair. Tears fell in rivulets, loud and gut wrenching sobs tearing at his throat as he cradled the boy's bloody head.

Tommy, where's Tommy? His lower lip quivered as he released Joseph, looking around with blurry eyes as he tried to make sense of what happened. He needed to find Tommy. Tommy had to be okay. He moved around the room before going into the kitchen and something broke in him completely at the sight of his baby brother laying on the floor in a pool of blood. An agonised noise left his lips as he fell to his knees on the floor, arms going around his brother uncaring of the blood. He was cold, so cold and he sobbed, clutching Tommy as if it would breathe life back into him. Bad dream, had to be a bad dream, need to wake up, wake up.

“Was hoping you’d show up.”

The voice made him whip around, eyes widening to see Washington, one his squad mates who had also been taken. He’d thought he’d died. The man looked at him with cold eyes, devoid of the life he’d known them to be and it all clicked in his head. He’d been turned, been sent here to dole out Simon’s punishment for getting away, for not bending to Roba’s will. They’d died because of him.

He set his brother's body down, standing up to his full height. He towered over Washington but the man was unflinching, gun dangling in his hand. Big mistake. So much pain and rage swept through him that he could hardly contain it. He lunged at him and the fucker wasn’t prepared for it. The gun clattered to the ground but Simon didn't care about that, didn’t need a fucking weapon because he was one.

He knocked him onto the floor and Washington tried to scramble away, shocked when Simon’s fist collided with his temple and stunned him. But he didn't stop there, couldn't stop there. His fist hit and hit and hit and hit until the man's head was nothing but a pile of broken bones and mush. Until there was brain matter dangling out of his useless split open skull. Until there was no noise coming from the man other than the sick squelching of his head. His rage knew no bounds, ragged breaths ripping in and out of his lungs violently. He couldn't make sense of how he got here, couldn't make sense of anything. Charlotte. Oh god no.

He took off with his heart in his throat, tearing out of the house and running down the street at inhuman speed. The fear he felt was like nothing else he’d ever experienced as he kept running until he felt sick. He pushed himself until their house came into view, Christmas lights up in the window. He came to a screeching halt at the living room window, seeing Lottie folding up washing and putting it on the couch to sort out.

The relief he felt made him crumple to his knees, vomit projecting out of him at a painful speed and onto the driveway. She was alive, she was okay. She wouldn't be though. Roba would come for her, he’d get her because she was all Simon had left and his heart ran cold at the notion. His family were dead. Gone completely. He’d never see his mum's warm smile, see Beth’s kind eyes or hear sweet Joseph's laugh again. And Tommy… he’d never hear his stupid jokes again, never roll his eyes at him, never give him big brotherly advice, never hear him poke fun at him for anything and everything. His baby brother who he’d fought so hard to protect his entire life and he’d failed him. He was dead because of him, he’d killed him.

He wished he’d died back in Mexico so he didn't have to endure the searing pain ripping through his soul. And if he lost Lottie… no, he couldn’t, he fucking refused. He quickly left before she saw him, a plan forming in his mind. He needed to kill Roba, she’d never be safe if he didn’t. Would she be safe even if he did? This proved his line of work was dangerous and he’d made many enemies over the years. He'd never really thought it would bleed into his personal life and now look what happened.

He couldn't do that to her. Having her alive was better than having her with him temporarily just to die because of him. The idea of leaving her like that was painful, he knew just what he was doing by breaking his promise of leaving her alone, but he had no choice. He couldn't have her die because of him. He had to make this right somehow, how to get justice and revenge for his family, had to keep his wife safe even if he had to hurt her in order to do that. He made his way back to his mum's house, a sick feeling festering in his stomach like an infected wound.

There was this eerie emptiness that suddenly wrapped around him like a blanket and he welcomed it. Something shifted within himself and he felt it deep in his core. Simon Riley didn't exist anymore, there was nothing left but an empty shell of a man. A ghost, doomed to haunt the earth as his penance. And so, he did the only thing that made sense, setting fire to the house in some kind of funeral pyre for his family, leaving his tags on that murdering cunts neck so he could finally kill himself once and for all.

The one thing he grabbed before he left was the gift he’d made for Charlotte. He didn't have much left of her now, this was it. He’d left his tags behind as much as it wounded him, but he could keep this. Remind himself he was doing this for her.

When he was far enough away from the house, he made the trek into the city centre, head down and avoiding everyone. He finally got to his destination, chest heavy with grief as he eyed the bus stop in front of him. He could almost envision himself sitting there as if he was a spectator, watch Lottie stroll up in that little dress, watch her pluck his cold heart right out of his chest and warm it up.

He blinked rapidly, tears falling down his miserable and marred face, moving over to sit down, clutching the gift tightly. He wished so badly he could say goodbye to her, to feel her embrace, to feel her soft kiss just one more time, but in a way he knew he’d never be able to leave her if he saw her tearful face. He rummaged in his pockets, reaching out the two gifts off John. A pocket knife and a burner phone. He flicked the knife out, scratching into the metal seat at his side carefully.

S.R

C.R

Maybe she’d see that one day, maybe she’d see it and know it was him, maybe it would comfort her. His lower lip wobbled horribly and he wiped at his eyes, pressing call on the only contact in his phone.

“Hello?” he answered after two rings.

“Price… I need help,” he choked out, unable to stay strong under the unbreakable weight of his pain.

He willed that coldness to come back to him, that emptiness was much easier to handle than all of this emotion. He needed to bury himself, needed to become nothing but a ghost so he could carry out his revenge and keep Charlotte safe. He didn't deserve to have a happy life with her like he’d longed for, was stupid for ever thinking it was possible really, wasn't he? He was nothing but bad luck, cursing everyone he loved to a painful death. He’d never be able to make up for what he’d caused but he’d spend the rest of his miserable life making sure Charlotte wouldn't suffer the same fate.

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc

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usamamoweek2024 · 10 months

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Meet the Creators - Daikon

What username(s) and platform(s) can folx find you on? (Please include links!)

I write under the penname "Daikon", which was unfortunately already taken on Ao3 and Tumblr, so there I use @daikon1

I do also still technically have a FFN account, but it is no longer being maintained or updated.

(Fun Fact) What is your favorite kind of potato?

Oh gosh, I've spent like a week thinking about this and still don't have a good answer. It's probably either twice baked or french fries with some kind of condiment (ranch, BBQ, BBQ ranch, honey mustard, I could go on)

How long have you been creating works in fandom spaces? How long have you been active in the SM fandom?

I technically submitted my first fanfiction to a Buffy archive back in 2004 but MERCIFULLY they didn't end up sharing it on their site. I discovered FFN around 2007 but didn't start actually posting content (and then only sporadically) until 2009.

Regarding fandom spaces, I've come to and from the Sailor Moon fandom over the years; in 2005 I was OBSESSED with Alicia Blade and was dying every time she updated Love Potion #19. Over time, I wandered away and found other fandoms to invest in (shoutout to Kingdom Hearts) though I was much more of a lurker than anything. I didn't really find my way back to Sailor Moon until 2019 when I stumbled on @floraone (and started dying every time she updated The Unintentional Seduction of Chiba Mamoru). Ignoring one fluke-y and OOC piece from 2014, I've been writing for the SM fandom since mid-2020 and am hoping to stay here for a while :)

What type(s) of creative works do you usually make? (fanfics, digital art, cosplay)

I'm a strictly fanfic kind of girl.

What do you enjoy about creating for the SM fandom?

I love the characters and am low-key obsessed with the dynamic between Usagi and Mamoru. I started watching Sailor Moon when it was first airing in the US in 1995 and when I say that shit was formative for me, I am not exaggerating. My favorite relationship dynamic is definitely snarky, stupidly-in-love A seeks sunshine-y-but-perpetually-annoyed-with-them B.

Are you strictly UsaMamo or do you create for other pairings as well?

I don't mind having various sideships in my works, but I don't think I have the emotional investment in any other SM ships to actually write a piece centering them.

What inspires you to create works for Usagi and Mamoru?

TBH, I have been struggling a bit with inspiration of late (I had a bad bout of burnout early in the year that I'm still recovering from) so, you know, once I figure that out... XD

In general, I've noticed that music tends to be something I find very inspiring. The right lyric can shake up my thought processes and sometimes give me a whole piece of writing (see: then you showed up...) In the event that music isn't working, brainstorming with my beta, @floraone, can nearly always unstick me when I can't find any momentum.

If the question is supposed to be more of like, why UsaMamo, see above re: what I enjoy about creating for SM.

Do you tend to work on multiple projects (WIPs) simultaneously or try to finish one at a time?

I don't like to have multiple multichapters going at the same time if I can avoid it. I do tend to have a multichapter in the works, and will pause my active multichapter for a fandom event (such as a gift exchange or UsaMamo week) or if I have a plotbunny I can't shake. However, I tend to try to keep any side works short (ideally a one shot or a novella-length multichapter).

I also have a handful of ideas/story fragments that are basically paused in my drafts folder because I don't have the interest/bandwidth to tackle them at this time, but I might eventually come around to. In an ideal world, I would finish them one at a time

Do you prefer large projects (chaptered fics, webtoons/zines, highly detailed art) or small projects (one-shots or simple art)?

They both have their own challenges and rewards. I find it's much easier to hit a wall in a multichapter, whereas a oneshot you get to finish and push out and "check off", as it were. However, a multichapter tends to grow an audience and have folks invested in where it's going, which is both lovely and validating (and sometimes a lot of pressure!) Multichapters are a lot more of a commitment - I can get an idea for a oneshot and churn it out in a week when I'm feeling inspired, whereas a multichapter invariably takes more time and (at least for me) I don't feel like I can take on several at once in the same way I can tackle a oneshot plotbunny and keep moving. A oneshot is also more of a self-contained "complete thought" while a multichapter can be a bit more sprawling, which gives you more space to explore and innovate.

All that is to say, I'm not sure if I really have a strong preference one way or the other. I like both, for different reasons.

Are there any common themes, situations, tropes, or mediums in your work?

LOL so basically whatever I'm currently tackling in therapy tends to pop up in my writing. Grief and self-worth are big ones lately, which I think is part of the reason I'm feeling less inspired of late. While they are important things to process, I don't necessarily always want to be grappling with those heavy feelings during my fun creative times.

Also, you know. Idiots in love. Healthy and accurate portrayals of sexuality. Minako being a disaster queen. And when I can work it in, I love self-referencing my own works in a kind of multiversal invocation

Is there anything you haven’t explored artistically and would like to try?

Nothing's coming to mind! As mentioned, I'm a writer through-and-through, so I'm not interested in trying a new medium at this time. I think if I did come up with some form of experimental writing I wanted to play with, my beta would be delighted to support me, but right now I'm happy to stick to mostly traditional romantic comedies with a side of emotional processing.

#usamamoweek2023 #meet the creators #sailor moon #usagi x mamoru #usamamo

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kingshimura4872 · 7 months

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Shorts With Shimura

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I'm so sorry lmfao, I had a date with my partner and his friends for a day and we all got blazed.

I've kinda been vibing for the past few days and completely forgot about time as a whole. Anyways, here you goooo

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Pairing: Kirishima x GN! Reader (Pretty sure)

Warnings: Other than heavy topics of injuries and stubbornness, it's pretty mellow, if I missed anything, lmk

Word Count: 2.9K

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"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No, I can't."

You pushed the first aid supplies away, opting to stand up and walk towards the entrance of your makeshift shelter. While on patrol, Pro-Heroes Chargebolt, Red Riot, and yourself had been caught in a sudden attack by a suicide squad of lower class villains. They’d followed your patrol patterns and decided to take the whole block out with extremely powerful explosions. On the lucky side of the day, everyone in the block in question were across town to partake in an annual festival. And anyone who’d stayed behind in their homes were promptly rescued by nearby heroes. On the not so lucky side of the day, no one, including yourselves knew where exactly you were and both the impact of the blast and the large sinkhole that happened because of it trapped all three of you underneath multiple tons of rubble. The impact of the fall itself knocked Chargebolt out immediately as he’d knocked his head on uneven concrete on the way down. Red Riot was heavily injured as well, suffering a broken leg, however he used the last of his energy to knock down a wall of a broken building to shield everyone from any future falling debris. You weren’t spared either, as your left arm broke under a random piece of building that fell on you as soon as you hit the ground. Your right shoulder had been dislocated, but that was a quick fix to you. Everyone was bleeding and Chargebolt, while occasionally stirring, hadn’t properly woken up yet. You’d also sustained a bad sprain on your ankle which hindered your walking ability. However, you hid the pain well, barely showing a limp as you hobbled off. Everyone was covered in blood and dust, smaller bits of concrete in everyone’s hair and hero costumes ripped in many places.

“Just let me help you, Reaper, please? You’ve already fixed both of us up as best you can, it’s only fair.” “I’m fine, Riot. I’ve already splinted my arm, there’s nothing else for you to do.”

“You need to get off that ankle, I know you messed it up.”

You leaned against a large piece of rubble, looking up to see small spots of the now night sky peering through. “I’m fine.”

Riot sighed, wanting to get up to drag you back, but his current condition prohibited him. You’d also splinted his leg with the straightest piece of pipe you pulled out of the area and a random shirt you’d luckily spotted underneath a broken T.V.

Luck was on your side today as you had mindlessly brought your emergency backpack out of your apartment with you on patrol. You hadn’t really thought much about it, knowing you were already too far away to put it back by the time you realized you’d even brought it, so you carried it with you. And lucky for you all, it had everyone you’d need for some kind of multi day crisis. Unopened foods, water bottles, two first aid kits, stitch kits, extra bandages, rubbing alcohol, and more. You didn’t know why you’d brought the bag with you but you thanked your lucky stars you did. It made fixing those boys up a legion easier and because it seemed the other heroes hadn’t pinpointed your exact location yet, the food and water definitely helped. Charge Bolt would definitely need some when he woke up.

“Please? At least come back here so we can talk quieter. I don’t wanna wake him before he’s ready.” Riot tried again, leaning against another piece of broken wall. It wasn’t the comfiest he thought, but they didn’t have much to work with. You sighed, giving into the request, walking back slowly and sitting down beside the redhead.

“Thank you.” He whispered. You let out a small hum, taking the half drunk water bottle you both had used and taking another sip. Your throat had been bone dry the whole night but you did your best to conserve what you had, not knowing how long you might be down here.

“Can I please clean you up? At least bandage that cut on your head.” He pushed, reaching for the kit again.

“Why are you so persistent?” You huffed, setting the bottle down and crossing your arms as best you could. It was really your unbroken arm gently gripping the other while the broken one moved to sit in your lap.

“Because it’s what I do. Besides, we were all hurt and you’re the only one who hasn’t been properly cared for. You splinted my leg, fixed my wounds and helped Kaminari the best you could, but you’re the only one with wounds that are still open and vulnerable.”

“I don’t need help. My cuts are fine, I heal fast.”

“Not fast enough.”

You let out another sigh, glaring the hero down. His stare remained unwavering and after a few minutes of silent staring, you gave in.

“Fine.” You groaned. “Just be quick about it.”

You could see his face brighten as he swiftly placed the kit in his lap and you slid closer to him so he wouldn’t have to move too much.

“This’ll sting.” He warned.

“Just do it.” You grumbled, closing your eyes as he dabbed the cuts on your face, neck and shoulders with an alcohol soaked piece of fabric. You winced just a bit when he got to a deeper slice on your neck, but otherwise made no protest. He gently placed small bandages over each now semi cleaned wound and sat back once he was done, proud of his work.

“Done. For now anyways. How’s your arm feeling?”

You looked down at the makeshift splint you’d made, noticing the slight bend in your upper arm from the fracture and all of the bruising that stretched over your entire body. “Feels fine.” You hummed, leaning back against the rubble with him. “As good as a broken bone can feel anyways. How’s the leg?”

“Hurts like a sucker, but you did a good job keeping it straight.” He chuckled, looking down at his leg.

“Can you move your foot at all?” You asked. He focused for a minute, his foot slightly jerking to the side once before he relaxed it again. “A bit. That’s a good sign I think.”

You nodded, leaning your head back against the cold surface only for a moment before lifting it again to glance over at your unconscious co-worker. He jostled a smidge, but eventually settled back under your blanket - which had also been in the bag. Your eyes softened just a bit seeing your old classmate in such a state, knocked out with no real way to see if he was alright. It hurt your heart a little to know you couldn’t help them any more than you had already and it hurt even more to see the way Kirishima uncomfortable shifted trying to settle himself back onto the rubble. You couldn’t fix this. Not with the way you were anyway. Your entire body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy and sleep tugged at your eyelids as you forced yourself to stay up for their sake.

“You should sleep.” You mumbled, reaching into your bag to see what else you had. You had an old jacket in there, belonging to a long forgotten ex. It was much bigger than you, which at this moment in time, you thanked him for as you pulled it out and handed it to your conscious partner. “Here. This should fit you. It’s getting colder, so you should cover up your torso.”

“What about you?” He asked, a tone of concern coating his voice.

“I’m fine. I’m used to the cold, so it’s no big deal for me.” That was a lie. You were freezing. Sure you were used to the cold, but it was the dead of winter right now and you were almost certain that it could probably snow with the current temperature. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was shirtless and the temperature was dropping drastically the later it got.

“Are you sure-”

“Yes, Red. Please, just-” You sighed slowly. “Just take the damn jacket.”

He hesitantly accepted the jacket, slipping it on and zipping it up. You slowly rose to your feet, making your way over to a sleeping Charge Bolt, kneeling and checking his pulse and forehead. He was alive and for the most part warm. That was good. You watched as he once again squirmed around, the blanket on him riding off his shoulders as he struggled to lay on his side.

“He’s movin’ around, that’s a good sign. Means he’s not too far gone at least.” You muttered, grabbing the top of the blanket and pulling it back over his shoulders. He subconsciously snuggled into the fabric and your lips couldn’t help but curl upwards a bit as you stood back up and went back to your previous spot. You looked down at the cracked walkie talking in between you and Kirishima, letting out a small breath as you picked it up and pressed down the button.

“Reaper speaking. I’m still here with Red Riot and Chargebolt. If anyone’s around, we need you to look for a way into the sinkhole to get them.” You spoke, lifting your finger and hesitantly waiting for a response. When nothing but broken static came to you, you put it down, closing your eyes in defeat. “Dammit. Who the hell is in charge of comms up there?” You whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I’m sure there are people already looking for a safe way in. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t just leave us here.” Kirishima smiled, placing a warm hand on your thigh. You looked down at it, eyes softening again.

“I hope not. I can’t trust a damn thing they do until it happens.”

“Why? Why do you never trust others, Reaper? We’ve never let you down.” His tone came out a little defensive, something he quickly noticed, giving you a slightly apologetic look.

“Because-...Just because.” You bit the inside of your cheek, cursing yourself for almost letting it slip. He didn’t need to know.

“(Y/N), please. You can trust me, if not anyone else. We just wanna help you.”

“No you don't, no one ever has. No one ever did.” You huffed, gripping your other leg with your unbroken hand.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what I said, okay? No one ever came to help me when I was in trouble, so until they come to help you two, I have no goddamned reason to trust any of ‘em.” You snapped, looking away from his pitiful gaze.

“But what about you? You’re here too.”

“I don’t need anyone’s damn help. I’ve made it this far, I’m not gonna start now.”

He sighed slowly, letting silence wash over you. It stung. The memories of your childhood spent alone and in fear. The memories of your high school years spent ducking from everyone and walking on eggshells to avoid anyone that tried to upshow you. Everyone knew you were strong, you knew it too. But you didn’t like flaunting that fact. Whenever someone would be paired to spar with you, you intentionally lost, immediately leaving the arena as soon as you could. You didn’t like hurting people. You didn’t like having to fight the people you’d eventually have to work with. For the first year or two, this definitely didn’t mull over well with your fiery blonde bomb of a classmate Bakugou Katsuki, who quickly realized your fleeing tactic and would try and force you into real sparring matches.

The one day he caught you in a bad mood while you were walking to the common room in the dorm building, you laid him on the floor in less than a few seconds, glaring at him and walking into the kitchen to get a snack.

Everyone watched in awe as you moved in a blink and he was suddenly shoved onto the carpet, coughing for breath while you simply walked off with no words spoken. Neither of you talked about that day for different reasons - him, his pride. And you, embarrassment that you let yourself go like that.

Another day, everyone was paired for a training period fighting against seasoned pros and while everyone had two people to a group, because of the odd number, you’d been added to Bakugou and Midoriya’s pair. Of course it wasn’t just random choice, however you never really understood the reason why. Nor did you really care. You had a chance to go head to head with the one man you loathed in this world. You hated All Might, but you wouldn’t tell anyone why to save your life. That was something that you’d take to your grave.

Why Bakugou and Midoriya were bickering, you were running around, attempting to locate the Hero. When you did finally find him, he had appeared in front of the two boys, sending them flying while you balled your fists. You used your quirk, manifesting a large scythe as you charged for him. The edge was dulled for obvious reasons but it was still strong enough to get the job done. By the tie he’d realized your presence, you’d swung the weapon around, knocking him down. Or so you thought. You quickly spun around to see the 7”2 menace behind you and prepping a punch. Your eyes widened as you jumped back, letting go of your weapon as it dissipated into dust.

For a while, it was constant back and forth, dealing blows to each other and dodging others. Bakugou and Midoriya had since returned to the site, stunned still at the scene playing out. A high schooler was giving the Number one hero - the symbol of peace - a run for his money. They wanted to join in on the fight, but they felt like they couldn’t. You were on a whole different level from them and it left them wondering how you even had to go through this school to become a hero. You were strong enough to become one without the training.

All Might kept dodging your attacks which eventually began to tick you off. “Quit running away, dammit! Fight me for real!” You barked, letting go of the weapon you had as you manifested your scythe again. “I’m getting real tired of this cat and mouse bullshit!”

You landed a few more blows on him, and he, you before he’d caught onto a small opening. He leapt forward, ramming his large knee into your stomach and knocking all the air from your lungs. The sudden shockwave caused you to release your weapon as he grabbed you and flung you a few yards back into the dirt. And while you laid there catching your breath, your training partners took advantage of the opening to get their own licks in.

A few minutes later, you heard the hero exclaim how you’d all passed and made his way over to you. You lay there motionless, an arm over your eyes as he picked you up and put you on your feet.

“You’ve done well today, Young (Y/N). You’ve passed.” He smiled as you stared blankly at him. No I didn’t. You thought. Nevertheless, you were ushered back to your group as you continued a blank stare at the ground. You were silent for the rest of the week.

“You should sleep, (Y/N). I’ll take first watch and if Kaminari wakes up, I’ll wake you.” Kirishima’s offer cut through your silent monologuing as you blinked and looked up at him.

“N-...No, you sleep first. I’ll take watch for if anyone decides to show up.” You rebutted, squirming around a little.

“You’re tired.” “So are you.”

“But you’ve done more.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to stop.”

“(Y/N).”

“What?”

“Just let me help you for once. You said you don’t trust people until they do something, so I’m doing something now. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you after a few hours.” His tone was assertive and you couldn’t help the surprised look on your face. “But-”

“Ah. Sleep.” He cut in, staring demandingly into your eyes.

“I don’t-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. I wanna see you sleeping, so do it.” He ordered.

You swallowed, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. You weren’t used to being told what to do like this. It wasn’t from a malicious place. He was doing this out of care for his co-worker. His friend. You couldn’t fight him anymore, your body getting heavier and your eyes dropping a bit. He seemed a little proud at his feat as he unzipped his jacket and pulled you to his chest.

“And you are cold, I know it. We can keep the both of us semi-warm this way.”

“But you-”

“Nope. Not gonna listen to anything else you say until after you sleep.”

You huffed a bit in annoyance but didn’t fight it as you situated yourself so as to not accidentally press against his hurt leg.

“...Are you sure you'll be alright?” You whispered, a tinge of worry in your voice.

“I’ll be alright, I promise. If anything happens, I’ll wake you, okay? Promise.” He hummed, holding you closer. You nodded lightly against him as you finally let sleep take over you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He muttered, placing a soft hand in your hair as you slumped and relaxed against him.

#anime #anime x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #my hero academia #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader

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Do you outline your plots? If yes, what does an outline look like?

Ooh boy do I ever. This is something that I've struggled with for YEARS and it's taken a lot of self reflection, refinement and a bachelor's degree to figure out how I work. To quote one of my greatest creative influences:

"I think I realized very early on that you can spend a lot of time constructing a really perfect scene in final draft and just end up throwing it away because you didn't figure out that mathematics of the story first."

- Brit Marling

In general, I tend to get carried away with my ideas and craft stories that quickly become more grand and elaborate the more I work on them. I love layers and thoughtful execution of characters and plot, so I want to pass that on to my readers, too. But, when my ideas become so dense, it's hard to keep up and make sure that all my details fall into place and that I'm not fucking myself over. As I'm a more visual thinker, I've found it most helpful with my largest stories to just write out the important moments for plot and characters that I absolutely MUST have in the story, and then pair them in little groups that work well together. Then, when I've got enough food a nice and weighty chapter/section, I start ordering those groups into the greater narrative and seeing what order will best suit the flow of the story. This stage, when ordering clusters of plot and character moments, is often where I'm able to let that gut instinct take over and do what feels right - I've worked hard at analysing and creating stories for so long that I trust myself with what feels right, and arrange it like a puzzle. Then, when there's an order that makes sense to me, I can fill in the gaps and ensure things flow nicely and that the parts that are important to me are given room to breathe. This helps me in multiple ways, because not only do I have a conspiracy board that clearly outlines the plot, but I also have a checklist per chapter/section of things I need to hit. Visually seeing the plot points in front of me helps immensely, and I'll often draw concept art or make calendars/timelines to help me as well. I've found that when I've set up enough stuff that I'm confident in knowing what the goal is for that section of writing, I won't get as lost or distracted or overwhelmed by the greater narrative. And while I love the visual on the paper, and usually stick them up on my wall as encouragement/reminders, I'll usually type up everything into a document so that it's easier for me to find particular things quickly with control+f. And even then, I'm often adding comments and notes to myself for things to research or focus on when writing haha.

It's just really important to me to get all the details I want into the work, as I hate reading it back after it's too late and realising I forgot a part that was super important to me in the early concept!! Or to read it over and realise there's a fucking plot hole or massive oversight that irks me to no end!! I don't do EVERYTHING in as dramatic a detail as this, smaller scopes don't need as much planning when I know what I'm doing, but the general concept of breaking things down and giving myself a clear guide in smaller chunks is what helps keep me on track and avoid executive dysfunction issues, and piecing together a story like a puzzle is super fun for me.

Send me some writing asks

#rads asks #anon #thank youuuuu #i hope i articulated this well but if there's part of this that needs better clarifying just lemme know fhhkkkhgfff

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abandonedpie · 3 months

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Little bit of a vent, not that serious but slightly heavier than you'd expect from the subject.

TL;DR designing an ACNH island is suffering and I took that personally

So my island has been in a WIP state since its creation. Got fairly far with implementing my plans, and I've worked on pieces of it here and there, but recently, I was inspired to redesign the whole thing (again). No longer liked all the ideas I had liked before, and overall felt it was lacking. With some struggle, I started coming up with new ideas that I felt good about.

But the thing that has slowed me down the most? That has me already doubting or even hating my brand new ideas?

Paths. It always comes down to the paths.

Custom paths? Default paths? Both have pros and cons to consider. Fellow ACNH players are likely familiar with these issues: loss of footstep sounds, limited design slots to work with (is it worth using 12+ slots for a single path border?), having to make every design from scratch (no Online for me), lines of grass left between paths/inclines/buildings...

And I can't decide. I can't find an answer. Whatever I try, whatever I imagine, I don't like the result. I've hit a wall, and that wall is my own perfectionism. Clearly there is no perfect solution, and I have to compromise to progress—"finished, not perfect" and all that—but I don't want to compromise the vision I have for my island, even though I know that vision is unattainable.

I just want to have an island I'm happy with. And it feels like no matter what I do with it, I'll never be satisfied. I've seen such beautiful pictures and videos of other people's islands, and while they inspire me and fuel my creativity, they also raise my standards for my own island because I know it could be so much better.

I want to be able to settle for "good enough." But it feels like trying to paint a rainbow with one or two colors missing or not quite the right shade. Maybe I can make something pretty, but it's not what I envisioned or want.

So I think, let's just come up with something different. There are plenty of designs I would like just as much or more, right? I'm already struggling because I like multiple exclusive aesthetics/layouts/etc. and I can't fit them all on one island. But...paths are kinda omnipresent, and that means I have to accept them being substandard. Unless? I've considered using minimal to no paths, but I can't imagine that working for me. I'm not going for full-on natural forestcore or whatever (and even that wouldn't look its best without dirt paths, right?).

I guess I might've made this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. At this point, I feel tired and stuck and hopeless, and part of me wants to let it go. It's just a game. But I don't want to give up and leave my island a mess again. For a short while, I was excited to create, thinking I could shape my little land into something great, something I could walk through with a smile and maybe feel proud of. And now I wonder if that's really possible. There must be something I can do, something I'd like, but I don't know how to find it. I'm honestly having trouble focusing on it right now.

Seeking inspiration is a double-edged sword. As nice as other people's islands look, I know a lot of pictures are shared with filters, and even those that aren't...well, seeing images and videos is different than walking through your own island day after day.

I could go into the game's flaws and limitations, but this is what we've got. And it's not all bad. There's potential. The problem is my own inner critic, and I don't know how to get past it.

The best part is that I've been trying to fight this perfectionism with the game from the beginning, when I last restarted my island and named it Wabisabia after the term wabi-sabi, the Japanese ideal/aesthetic centered on transience and imperfection. You can see how well that's going for me ha ha ha! Even if I want to embrace it in theory, it's not so easy to break through the perfectionism cemented inside me.

Anyway, yeah. Back to agonizing over my island I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#pietalks #the woes of being a perfectionist #current mood: family guy death pose #eagerly anticipating the next animal crossing game #I hope for one to release late this year or maybe next year #they will surely improve on New Horizons. right? ...right?#please heed the pleas of your players #obviously you can't please everyone but consider the things most players want added/changed #assuming the next game doesn't take the series in a vastly different direction

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Sanvers fans know her from her amazing contributions of art and fic to the Big Bang, but @morganastorm24 is also a multi-talented writer and artist for multiple ships in the DC universe. She also has love of everything Lois Lane. In honor of the Planet's star reporter, we've asked her to share a glimpse into her writing process. Thanks, Morgana!

Tell us a little about yourself. How did you get started writing fic? Have you written for other fandoms? What are your favorite tropes?

I've been writing for as long as I can remember - even longer according to my mum. I've always loved creating stories and would sit with my teddies and toy horses, reading them stories (even before I could read, because that's what pictures are for, right? Telling a thousand words and all that). For my 6th or 7th birthday, I apparently asked for a "really nice writing set and an even nicer book to write in". I was given a ring binder with plastic pockets, a notebook and a pencil case full of stationery. I still have that ring binder to this day, though it's not filled with all my random childish scribbles like it once was.

I started writing fanfiction not long after Star Wars: Attack of the Clones came out. That's the earliest fanfic I can remember writing, anyway. I wrote Anakin and Padme's adventures after they got married, and then when rumours started flying about what was going to happen in Episode 3, I wrote my very first "fix it fic" by finding a way to keep Padme alive (as I couldn't bear the thought of my favourite character dying). Most of those very early fics never left the pages of the notebooks they were scrawled in and nobody else ever saw them (thank god!), but it wasn't until I started reading fanfiction online that I realised I could actually do that too - share my ideas with the world. I dabbled a little in fanfic for the tv show Casualty (a British medical drama), had more success with Doctor Who, wrote some more Star Wars, then Merlin and eventually (and most recently) Supergirl (with a dash of other DC).

What were your inspirations for this particular story? What was it about this/these ships that grabbed you?

This fic was born of a single image - namely Chyler first revealing that she was going to wear a black and blue super suit and become Supergirl for one episode. That image alone was enough to get my mind racing with possibilities and ideas of how it might come to pass. I have to be honest and say I stopped watching the show after the Crisis stuff, so I've never actually seen her episode as Supergirl, but maybe that's a good thing? At least this way I know that my version of her is different and unique.

I am and always will be a huge Sanvers stan, but there's something so appealing about AgentCorp as well, and the show really dropped the ball when they wouldn't let Alex and Lena be together. They're an interesting and dynamic pairing - they share interests, are both huge science nerds and yet so completely different that its great fun writing them both together.

As for Lois and Kara - that one literally came out of nowhere and took me by surprise. I'd never intended for it to happen, and yet now that it has, I'm wondering why I never thought of it sooner!

Has the time spent away from your story changed your outlook or approach to any of the storylines or themes? Have you had any new inspirations or breakthroughs/revelations in the meantime?

Absolutely. I got to a point with the fic where it had grown stale, and I was constantly hitting up against a wall with no idea how to get around it, or to power through it. So, I walked away from the fic and decided to focus on other WIPs and new creations instead. Coming back to it now, I've been able to see everything with fresh eyes, and I can see not only where I was going wrong before, but also a way to fix it. Changing the villain, adding characters, getting rid of redundant plot threads and adding more relevant pieces has really helped to get this work to a place where finally, I can see the finish line and I know I'm going to make it. That's a huge relief, considering where I was 2 years ago when I first started writing it.

Any advice for new or aspiring fic writers?

Never give up. No matter how hard it might be, just put words on a page. It doesn't matter how rubbish they are, as my BFF always says, "You can't edit a blank page." Let yourself suck, let yourself write horrendously. It's all good practice. Even if those words never leave your notebook or the document on your computer, they've taught you something, they've helped you to improve, so be proud of them.

Writing is also a bit like a painting. Not even Da Vinci or Van Gogh sat at his easel and created a masterpiece on his first try. There's the initial sketches to plan out the idea. That's your plot or summary. Then you add basic blocks of colours. That's your first draft. From then on, you work away slowly, adding details, shading, contouring...those are your second, third, fourth drafts. Keep revising and editing as much as you need - there's no right or wrong number of times you should be doing it. Because each time you do, you're adding more detail to your masterpiece. And what you end up with is a work of art.

One final piece of advice... writing is not a solo event. All those times a writer is depicted sitting along, tapping away at a keyboard or scribbling in a notebook, it's so misleading. Get yourself a writing buddy. DKGwrites and I are best friends, we met through fanfiction (and I'm eternally grateful for that everyday). We have regular writing sessions together, and ok it's 90% messing around, distracting one another, talking utter nonsense or throwing random videos and links to each other, but that 10% when we do actually behave and get down to the task at hand, it's so much more fun writing together than it ever is when we try to write alone. Silliness aside, we help one another, bounce ideas off one another, motivate and encourage one another, and it's the best thing ever. So find yourself a writing buddy, and have a blast!

If you were going to promote this fic with a single line, what would it be?

What if Supergirl was a badass redhead called Alex Danvers?

We'll have more about her artwork in the coming weeks, but in the meantime, check out her work on A03!

#Supergirl #Finish the Fic #AgentCorp #Kaois #Lois Lane

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daily-coloring · 4 months

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Best of 2023 - Songs

Strange things happens ... Artists I never liked before became one of my favorite this year. Kesha for example, not to mention Noel Gallagher. The CUNT. Playlist here.

01. Roisin Murphy - Can't Replicate - "It's odd I should run into you just as I'm getting ready to run away. I was waiting for something, that thing is you. But, baby, you found me, before I found you."

02. Depeche Mode - Never Let Me Go - "I'm waiting for your love, I know you'll want me. When your body's had enough your senses will see. There's only so much time we have to play with, to waste it is a crime. We have so much to give. When uncertainty parts you'll be ready to concede. It was plain from the start, you've been running from me and I have been patient, I have been so calm, bit my lips through the torment. Please fall into my arms."

03. Conan Gray - Never Ending Story

04. Mermaidens - Sister

05. Rebecca Black - Performer - "Every time I try to be more vulnerable it's like I hit a wall. Can't go any further. I don't wish this on anyone it's gone on way too long patterns unbreakable. I'm a performer, got myself cornered, put on my armor, just like my mother and father. Multiple versions of the same person, all of them hurting. Don't think the performance is working."

06. Maneskin - Honey (Are You Coming)

07. Everything But The Girl - Karaoke - "That night down at the karaoke I was in the groove. Someone tried some Dylan but the place remained unmoved. A guy then goofed through Elvis. Why not, I thought, why not? If you want it, you can own it just aim, then take a shot."

08. Anna B Savage - Pavlov's Dog

09. Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Broken Toy

10. Kesha - Only Love Can Save Us Now

11. Daughter - Party - "I refuse to believe that there's a problem, you see. I could stop if I want, I just don't want to yet. I creep the volume up, I've gotta drown myself out. She's a rattlesnake, some stereo mind game. I play with myself. Yeah, she's on repeat, throwing up memories, that haven't deleted."

12. Rebecca Black - Crumbs

13. JMSN - Soft Spot

14. The Blessed Madonna featuring Jacob Lusk - Mercy

15. When Saints Go Machine - Gone

16. Tsatsamis - Everybody Wants a Piece of You

17. Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Everything Is Sweet - "Where everything is sweet and lovely and nothing bad ever happens, maybe, then, you would love me and my smile wouldn't hide the sadness. Take me to a place enchanted, take me to a heavenly fortress, where everything is sweet and lovely. Tell me that you dream about us."

18. Depeche Mode - Don't Say You Love Me

19. Orbital featuring Anna B Savage - Home

20. Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Reflections

21. Roisin Murphy - Eureka

22. HMLTD - Days

23. Noel Gallaghers's High Flying Birds - Pretty Boy

24. Joyce Muniz - Arrivederci Bella

25. Ai Weiwei + O Future + Aliah Rosenthal - Hum Bom!

26. Anna B Savage - The Ghost

27. Future Utopia featuring Kae Tempest - We Were We Still Are

28. Everything But The Girl - When You Mess Up

29. Roisin Murphy - You Knew - "Don't come the innocent boy, admit that you've got your motives. You knew exactly what motivates me I believe the record will show this and I think you've always known I have feelings for you that burn . (You knew) but you just won't go there with me. (You knew) and take some sort of responsibility."

30. Allie X - Black Eye

31. DJ Shadow - You Played Me

32. Depeche Mode - Ghost Again

33. Daughter - Be On Your Way

34. Clark - Town Crank

35. Blaue Blume - Crush

36. Air Jackson + ACI TONA - When We Were Younger

37. Interplanetary Criminal + Porij - Don't Hurt Me

38. Mermaidens - Push It

39. Shamir - Obsession

40. Tove Lo - Borderline

41. Tzusing - Balkanize

42. Kesha - Eat The Acid

43. Spoort - Stained Glass Windows

44. Noel Gallaghers's High Flying Birds - Council Skies

45. Orbital featuring Coppe - Moon Princess

46. Not Waving - Running Back To You

47. Joy Wellboy - Flush Me

48. Jake Shears - Radio Eyes

49. DJ Icey - Hold On To Me

50. Caterina Barbieri - Math of You

51. Anna B Savage - Touch Me -"Touch me, Please. Pull my hair, caress my cheek. One more graze that lingers. My mouth would part to welcome those fingers."

52. Glasser - Vine

53. Nina Kravitz - Tarde

54. Rebecca Black - Stick to my Stomach

55. Restive Plaggona - Non Chi No Ni

56. Young Fathers - Drum

57. Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Reflections

58. Sevdaliza - Who Are You Running From

59. Jodi Harsh - Hectic

60. Deus - Faux Bamboo - "Cause the house we live in it took years of building. Now the thunder's shaking, before the lightning I couldn't see it. Don't mistake it cause I'm ready for anything you better know. You're the one who breaks it. I'm not walking alone now."

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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We see these for me up and they're not natural and their man-made and we knocked them down in the ship that made it I've been fighting quite steadily against Tommy f and Max have two and we have been destroying their fleets as well as other idiots who are doing it and the idiots are not going to have large fleets like they say even bja has been doing so much nonsense trying to take over and send it please and losing them it's simply are going to get crushed we anticipated this happening and are prepared for it and tell me after shrinking soon all he was have left or his Stone chips and he will make mincemeat out of a whole bunch of empire ships and foreigners before he dies and that's what's going to happen it is starting because the more lock are almost gone and their fleets almost gone and tell me if has to get in and spend all day yesterday above this area in a ship. It means that he is exhausting and supplies and that Max and more are taking his territory he has to try and stop them and he's not having luck doing it militarily. The wall I could do the two but they're cried and in the way and mostly come up his operation and he's very frustrated with him but that's the status and it is a significant piece of information for many people they weren't aware excited and afraid of Tony F and well they should be those Stone chips will be formidable by the time people get around to them and we are working right now several ideas on what to do to make sure that they come down well are destroyed and they are fighting over the pits and that will continue indefinitely. Luckily they think they're just getting rid of themselves.

Is more the people in this area are getting hit and it's a lot of them and there are probably 700,000 people dying in Southwest Florida every hour of multiple causes. They're going after and seeking clones and tons of people are dying and a lot of warlock are now seeking them and it's because of the matrix and people are trying to point it out to them that they're running it and they should go try and stop it and they don't seem to be getting it and there's a few more things but I'm going to get one out of the way we have a lot of people here concerned about our son drinking water. So we're going after them and we're going to bury them. There's a lot of people here getting hit okay so we have to move in and we're moving in now there's too much action here that we're going to continue it but we'll quell it

Couple more things the sheriff is down to 100 and they're not liking it and prumell finally sees it and boy is that guy stupid. And the police are nervous and they see the other agencies going and most of them are down to where we said already and they're whittling away the rest of them. They're also going after more higher-ups and eliminating them in Charlotte county we said there would be at 2,800 right now there are 2,600 and they're going to they're going at them to get rid of them and they're getting rid of all the government employees in Charlotte county and private at this time. They're also bringing people in who have arrest warrants no matter who they are no it's warlock and it's no matter what the warrant is even old ones and they're doing it now.

Thor Freya

You all have to pitch in together and he said it too foreigners and other we have to do that to get these guys in and we need to bring them in they're horrendous they won't stop and boy what pieces of s*** having them take a crap in the in the mall I mean you people are stupid you can see everything already and your losers

Mac

Olympus

I don't know time for this you dumb f**** from the way and to retards and I can't believe that you get in the way and we have to fight and you're forcing it still

Tommy f

You're forcing it because you wouldn't let him in

Morlok

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familyofpaladins · 2 years

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Random things from World Heroes Mission

(Spoilers ahead)

Action packed right from the very start

Also.. pretty dark beginning. Not gonna lie. A lot of innocent people die in brutal ways literally in the first 5 minutes

STEALTH SUITS! STEALTH SUITS! STEATH SUITS!!! :D

.... they wear them for like. 10 minutes. I'm so sad

Horikoshi sir. Please bring them back again. Pls

Also they never get called the musketeers at all, and I'm sad and lowkey mad about it

Ppgffhkcykxkhc WHEN WE GOT TO THE WHOLE "Deku is a wanted Mass Murderer" half the theater LAUGHED, even though it was framed very dramatically, because we all know it's just complete bullsh1t that deku would murder anyone, let alone innocent civilians

We get to see soem of his class react to the news and they all immediately go "No way!!! Midoriya would Never!!!!"

And I know a made a joke post a while back about, what if the class was just like. "Well hey if midoriya DID kill people I'm sure it was deserved". But the fact that they all just. IMMEDIATELY defended him, saying there was no way it was true, without knowing anything about what happened?? I'm just 🥺. They have so much faith and trust in each other 🥺🥺😭 I love it

PpfFLDJSOWNSJAK PART THAT KILLED ME THO- Todo is literally on the phone with deku asking what happened to him (they got separated chasing down robbers)

Deku explains what happened. TV immediately does the Mass Murderer report

And todo goes "Midoriya. What did you actually do??"

Ppffohfkgxgjxgkf TODO DONT YOU TRUST YOUR FRIEND?!?! I'm sorry it just killed me 🤣

RODY SOUL IS A GOOD BIG BROTHER AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM

also Parkour KING

Hes able to dodge Deku, who has Full Cowling AND Blackwhip!!!!

Someone PLEASE take the "Parkour. PARKOUR. Parkour!" Vine and dub it over his scenes , because that's all I was thinking about

PINOOOO

I dont think I've had a favorite quirk before. But I sure as heck so now, and it belongs to one of the villains (bow hand lady)

WHUMP. Soooooo much whump. Theres also a lot of blood. Too much blood. How tf are you guys a live by the end of this movie honestly???

Deku gets hit by an arrow at one point, and very Nice piece of whump. But the whump lover in me wishes they had done a little more with it, but oh well

I DO wish we'd gotten to see Todo and Baku react to finding out he'd been hit. But oh well. It still might not have been all that dramatic. They might have just gone "well you're still breathing and we have a job to do so suck it up!!!" that'd probably be bakugos reaction anyway lol

Bakugo, multiple times: DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!! >:O *does it anyway*

The tuskhfjgsugfohcfud scene of shouto hearing from deku and bakugo just walking into the room, but todo immediately grabbing his arm like "come now. We're going to find midoriya" and just draggin him out of the room. I love it

Todo: Midoriya, didnt you learn anythign from hosu?! You're codes are shit!!

He didnt say "shit" but he might as well have. The audience died laughing

.... does bakugo know about hosu????

We actually got to see some pretty cool new moves from todo and baku that we really haven't seen in the show

So like. Thank you for giving todo more moves than just. Ice Wall and Wall of Flames

He shot out flames from his fingers and it was hot enough to melt through metal/the wall 👀

Big Bad Villain: I'm rubber and you're glue! What ever you do bounces off of me and sticks to you!!

That's basically his quirk. And force or contact deku tries to make gets sent back at him. So he basically gets hit with his Own Smashes

So what's he do??

HITS HIM HARDER

DEKU. MY BOY. MY SON. WTF

I mean.... I guess it ended up working. (Parallel to All Might beating the nomu at the USJ)

Super Sayian Deku makes a reappearance

Halfway through the movie: deku, hey rody what's you're quirk? We dont get to hear what he says

The girls sitting next to me in the theater *whispering*: ????!?? So what's the quirk??!?! WHATS THE QUIRK?!?

Near the end of the movie: Pino expresses his actual thoughts/emotions

I want to rewatch this and pay more attention to how pi o reacts to things

Oh dang. Now I'm thinking about the scene where Rody tries to turn over the briefcase behind dekus back. But pino was yelling at him

He was arguing with himself!!! He knew he shouldnt do it!!! He really didnt want to!!! Pino woke up deku to stop him!!!! Aaaaaaaaaa I'm Emotional now 🥺🥺😢😭

Also at the end when rody and deku are saying good bye, and Rody's all like "yeah stay in your own country, you cause so much trouble 🙄"

But pino is all 🥺🥺😢🥺😢🥺😢🥺

AND THEN THEY HAVE A NICE HUG AND DEKU SAYS HE'LL VISIT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'm gonna cry

Also before all that happens, right after they save the day, they sit there and start laughing a little hysterically. Me: that's the blood loss laughing. Seriously boys GO GET SOME HELP

Todo, Baku and Deku each get a big fight scene near the end and was very cool, but I wish they would have worked TOGETHER more

Like... COMBO MOVES

Bakugo ends up fighting his battle right outside the entrance to the bad guy headquarters and basically Collapses the entrance way on the bad guys

Me: Well I Sure Hope theres a back entrance, cause otherwise you just buried your friends alive my dude.....

Also I think he might have actually killed those villains 😳. I'm not sure. They could have survived, but also..... literal tons of rocks fell on them

I NEED A DELETED SCENE FIC OF THE BOYS BEING FOUND BY PARAMEDICS PLEASE

Bakugo and Deku lost So Much. SO MUCH BLOOD!!! How are you alive!!?!??!?! And Todo fell off a WATERFALL. How did they even manage to find him?!?

Oh is bakugo getting healing kissed by recovery girl and being mad about it just gonna be a thing now in the movies? I can accept that lol

Also.... did .... Recovery girl just. Fly halfway around the world to specifically heal Them?? Was she all ready there??? I have questions. Recovery girl has favorites

Ya know... they never specifically showed Deku being cleared of the Murder Charges (its assumed, because we see the evil police guy (who is the one we assume set up the framing) being arrested, that hey obviously this guy was trying to stop the heroes and framed a kid to stop them).

But like..... what if they didnt really make an announcement to the public to be like "hey btw that Japanese hero actually isnt a mass murderer, he was just framed by the corrupt police"

And the next time Dkeu comes to visit, he still gets looks of "wait shit. Didnt he murder people???"

And poor deku has to be like "No!!! I was framed and set up!!! I helped save the world!!!!"

I just think it'd be funny

Also I dont know if actual people died, and deku was framed for it, or if they just. Completely made it up. They dont say when or where these people were supposedly murdered

Idk this has been a lot I'll shut up for now (in this post anyway)

#Mha world heroes mission #World heroes mission spoilers #Izuku midoriya #Todoroki shouto #Bakugo katsuki #Disaster trio #rody soul #Pino (mha)#Mha #Bnha

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bewareofthecrazyperson · 2 years

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Let's get some dinner

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: I wrote this because of this request I got a while ago: Hi! Can I request a Sherlock x reader (a fic or headcanons, whatever you choose) where the reader is as destructive as he is? For example (and I'm not proud of this, trust me...) I've starved myself for long periods of time or randomly hurt myself, like banging my head on the wall. If you won't write this, for any reason, just let me know. Thank you so much!

Warnings: self harm, starvation, self-inflicted injuries.

Sometimes you’d get so engulfed into your work, or a case or something you were obsessing about, that everything around of you seemed to disappear. Sherlock usually had the same problem, he’d even given the ‘problem’ a name; his mind palace. And while you did not think that it was the same, John had walked in multiple times with the two of you, zoned out. If it wouldn’t be for John, the two of you would probably go on without any food for the rest of the day. Sometimes you’d go without food for more than two days, only to be reminded that you needed something in order to proces everything normally. It wasn’t that you did it on purpose. From a young age you had displayed behavior that others would deem harmful or destructive. All to yourself. And while your parents had tried multiple times to rid you of such behavior, it sort of sticked. Fortunately with some psychological help, and later on that of John and Sherlock, most of the damage would be minimal.

Besides, not eating most of the time was great for your figure.

As a young child you’d have mostly urges. To hit a wall. Or suddenly slam your head against the wall. There were other urges. More severe ones. There was one ‘accident’ with the knife. But after that you learned to suppress most urges. Neither you nor your parents ever wanted to experience that again.

Now that you were an adult, living on your own, you no longer had the supervision of your parents. You’d chosen a place in the middle of London and quickly made friends with the famous detective and his friend. They looked out for you, and in some way you did the same for them.

Most of the urges would quickly fade. And when you were near Sherlock or John, they would distract you. It was usual Sherlock who would recognize the certain facial expression you had. When you would be alone, there would be the occasional urge to slam your head. There was this one particular wall who seemed to trigger you. Which was why you’d spend most of your time in Sherlock and John’s apartment. A silent agreement the three of you had. They wouldn’t question you when you’d walk in, nor would the belittle you when you’d have one of your accidents. It was rare for John to have to patch you up. Fortunately.

And while most of the times you went along with them on cases, this time you were in your own apartment. You weren’t certain anymore why. However you had followed the case closely. Something about a killer that would only kill certain people. Most of the victims looked like you. Which was probably why neither Sherlock or John wanted you to tag alone. Afraid of the danger they might put you in.

So you decided to help them in your own way. Text certain details you had found. Or go online in order to find more information. A pattern maybe. You didn’t think about your environment, or the time. Only about the case and wanting to help out. You were kind of thirsty, however you had pushed the feeling away, not feeling the need to drink or eat. The only thing you did do, was shower when you felt like it. Just because it helped you think, before slipping back into a state of pure concentration. You were close. You could feel it. There was just one thing you were overlooking and you couldn’t stand it. You’d eat something later. Maybe tomorrow. But for now you just wanted to find the last piece of information you needed. Focussing on your screen made all the other urges disappear. Walking by the one wall did not seem to trigger anything, not with the case on your mind. The only thing you’d occasional do, was slam your knuckles on the table when you couldn’t find something.

The sudden knock on your door startled you. Bringing you back to realization. “(Y/N)?”, you heard Sherlock’s voice on the other end of the door. You hadn’t heard him come back from the case. When you glanced outside you saw that it was dark. The only light coming from outside was one of the lampposts. You moved to stand, reaching out to open the door when you realized how cramped and painful your hand was. When you glanced down you noticed the blood. shit. While Sherlock or John never berated you for your destructive behavior, you could tell that it disappointed them. So when you opened your door, you hid your hand behind of your back, flashing him a smile. “Hey there Sher. How’s the case? Any details you can share?” you stepped aside when he moved inside of your home. He glanced at you for a few seconds before taking in the room. Obviously deducting what had happened here for the past.. hours? What time was it?

“Solved it yesterday actually”, Sherlock turned around so he could look at you. Your raised eyebrow made him smile, however it was quick to fade. Had he known you were trying to solve the case as well, he would have come and visited you earlier. But he had been so busy, so occupied that when John mentioned your name earlier he realized that something was off.

Before you could speak Sherlock spoke again. Taking in your form as he explained how he had cracked the case. You groaned, slightly annoyed that the answer had been so obvious. “When was the last time you ate?” he suddenly asked, making you frown. It had been a while, you knew that yourself. And by the way Sherlock was asking it, you were certain he could tell. With your hand still ‘casually’ behind your back you stepped closer. Looking at the bottle of water next to your laptop. It was half empty. “When did we have dinner again”, it was after that when Sherlock received a text and left you, muttering about the murder. “Three days ago”, he squinted slightly at you, approaching you and putting his hand on your back so he could guide you out of your house. The tone of voice alongside with the realization that it had been three days since you ate something, made you cringe.

You could feel you stomach hurting, and while you ignored the feeling while you were alone, now that you were in the presence of Sherlock it only stung more. The fact that you did it again. Not only did you disappoint yourself, you disappointed other people by your actions as well, and that seemed to hurt more. You didn’t speak, just walked along Sherlock as he guided you in his room. John was about to greet you, but he read the grim expression on your face and raised an eyebrow at Sherlock. You didn’t watch the exchange, but knew that John was quickly informed of the situation. “John, grab the first aid kid, (Y/N) seems to have hurt their hand”, Sherlock moved to his chair, watching you as he had you on his couch. You couldn’t read his emotions, however you felt scared by the way he eyed you. Your parents were sweet. They had done their best by helping you out. But in situations like this they would lose their cool. Your mom would cry most of the time, your dad would shout. Both not understanding what was going on in that head of yours.

However Sherlock was not your mom or dad. He had never raised his voice with you. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled, not wanting to speak up or acknowledge that you had done something so stupid. Sherlock had guided you to his room, because he had realized before you did, that you were to weak to move on your own. Going without food for three days had made your head fuzzy and light. John sat beside you, taking your hand so he could look at it. You did the same. Seeing the bruising, the dried up blood around the knuckles. It wasn't broken, you could tell the difference. But it was sure going to hurt for a while. John’s smile was warm. He looked tired, but he never seemed too tired to take care of you. He was too good.

Sherlock gave you a smile of his own. They were rare. But they meant a lot to you. “Let’s get you something to eat shall we?” it was late, too late to go somewhere, but not too late to order something in. While John tended to your hand, Sherlock ordered you something to eat while he discussed the case. He was curious how far you had gotten. Maybe he just wanted to see what you had came up on your own, but at the same time he was trying to understand your pattern. He had made a mental list of whatever triggered these self-destructive behaviors. He had spoken multiple times to John about you. Checking whether he was missing something just so he could help you. Knowing that his presence made it easier for you, he had no problem in taking you under his wing.

You’d felt like a freak. But with John and Sherlock near you, you knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #john watson #John Watson x reader #tw #tw: sh #tw: starvation #Sherlock Holmes #bbc sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock holmes x reader

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centralsaints · 2 years

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mcl headcanon masterpost - lysander

my candy love: return of the king

lysander is nonbinary and uses his tall stature to play with androgyny since he’s always looked kind of feminine anyway. uses he/they pronouns, rarely she, but those days do happen where it's fem to the max.

boy is there a lot going on in this brain of his. he’s just very quiet about it. he’s prone to psychosis and delusions, particularly religious ones. Castiel or his brother usually take care of him when he’s in a delusional state. most of his poetry these days is based around those experiences of losing touch with reality.

that's mostly what affect his memory; it’s actually a side effect of the derealization/dissociation from those episodes

during his worst episode, Castiel actually came to find him after three or four missed calls; Lys was sitting in a cemetery, in the snow, and told Cas about how the angels had told him their message; that he was dead and in limbo, and had to find a way to get out before it was too late for him to reach the afterlife. Cas brought him back to his and Leigh's place and stayed over just to watch over lysander’s state.

he was raised religious; i could see his parents going to church regularly when lysander and leigh were kids, and so that stuck with him years later, sometimes in good, sometimes in bad. he got his mom’s rosary when she died.

i have a couple of songs by violett pi that really makes me think how he would sound like singing; this one, this one and this one. this one too, from mozart l’opéra rock

he’s a scorpio with a virgo rising. idk about his moon ngl.

his room is full of post-it from things he thinks about and doesn’t want to forget, so he put them on the walls to have them in sight

he had his growth spurt pretty late, and in high school, he’s still getting huge with being really tall, which means he’s always hitting his head on door frames and cabinets and stuff. so much for being graceful

all the past notebooks and journals he’s filled are put in a box and dated so he can find them later

the wings were the only tattoo he got in school, after that he waited until he graduated to start getting more. he’s gotten most of them professionally done, but he’s also experimented and given himself a couple of stick n pokes and gave up very fast. they were ugly but he made them so he loves them

he owns a few pairs of Demonia platform boots, and three pairs of docs (platform oxford shoes, black jadon max and a 14 eyelet classic). he has a pair of ugly steel-toed boots he wears to work at the farm. it’s function over fashion with those

he'd probably be self-conscious about wearing big shoes because he's already so tall, but at some point he just embraced being 6'5 in platforms.

ref post for his fashion sense

he’d grow his hair out in university (i can’t believe this is canon now omg). there were periods of time he was on the farm where he really didn't take care of his appearance and his hair got tangled and mated because it’s very fine. he had to learn how to cut his hair himself, which is part of the reason he let it grow out; he only trims it from time to time now.

his hands and feet are always. freezing cold

yeah he can sing, but he can also play multiple instruments. he kind of taught himself, and is kind of a virtuoso in that sense; he can find his way pretty quickly around a new instrument

really really loves fashion actually, all styles, and he follows a few high-end designers and would put money aside to get at least one or two designer pieces. loved alexander McQueen.

with everything i've compiled right now, i'm realizing that he reads a lot has having borderline personality disorder (probably quiet bpd subtype) (i think this fic contributed a lot to my idea of him)

he has had issues with s/h (again, based on that fic i linked)

he has unusually sharp canines and has hurt himself by accidentally biting into his own tongue. like we all do. except when he does he bleeds

like most artists, he doesn’t just have one notebook. he has like four because he starts several of them and then loses it in his room so he starts a new one but then he finds the old one and-

he loves doing life drawing, especially architecture. has taken a few life model drawing classes and will sometimes draw people he sees out in town or on the bus

he loves getting tattoos but piercings? absolutely not

reaches his final form during the winter; it’s when he can get out his prettiest coats and accessories

idk he looks like he’s iron deficient. gets up too fast and immediately ends up on the floor

also constantly hits his head everywhere dude you are 6’4 get used to it

he sleeps with at least one small light on. total darkness is a recipe for nightmares

absolutely the type to write love letters and do elaborate collages with them and give them to the person he loves. also constantly writes poetry about one person when he has a crush. also constantly write about that person when he gets dumped.

because he was alone in taking care of it, i think his parents farm was a pretty small one; a couple of chickens for the eggs, littol bunnies, maybe a goat. lots of stray cats tho. a big garden with lots of squash variety, potatoes because they’re easy to grow. a few apple trees. just enough that he could sell some of his surplus at a market, and feed himself with the rest.

he had to learn how to prepare and conserve the food he grew, so the years he spent on the farm were a very big learning experience. at first, he had help from his neighbors, who helped him learn the ins and outs, and help him with the entire thing while he was still grieving. as time went on, he became able to take care of most of it alone. he still had some time to write, especially during winter, but mostly stopped drawing, save for the few doodles in the margins of his writing. probably filled a few notebooks with lonely poetry.

#my candy love #mcl #mcl lysander #mcl headcanon

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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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Catch Me If You Can //

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a part of @neosmutcollective's RISQUÉ event

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Pairing: Criminal!Ten x Cop!Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut. Male receiving, Tit-job, Marking, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex. Non-Idol AU

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Read at your own discretion. Mentions of drugging.

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Sirens tore through the city, disrupting the serenity of the late hour. You loved how they sounded. So promising and exhilarating. Something big was about to go down.

The task force raced down the empty streets with you at their lead. You were in pursuit of a band of huge black SUVs, one of them holding the most dangerous criminal in your city.

You'd been in this situation many times before. You'd been chasing after Ten since the very first day. No matter how close you thought you were to catching him, he always managed to slip out of your grasp. He'd bring your hopes up, only to snatch them from you.

Ten loved playing with you. Whenever you were in a slump, he'd always leave a few obvious clues behind. It was like he was almost asking you to come and get him. But it was only ever because he was bored and wanted to have some fun.

You had done everything in your power to get to this very moment. All the pieces had been laid. All you had to do was throw Ten in jail and you'd get the biggest promotion of your life. If anything went wrong in tonight's plan you'd be stuck, a mere cop in a shitty precinct for the rest of your life.

You wouldn't deny it. The rush you felt while hunting Ten down excited you greatly. That feeling of having him in your grasp, not quite but so close, it made the adrenaline course through your veins. In a twisted sort of way, you wouldn't mind if Ten made this race a bit more thrilling. After all, it would be his last.

The cars split up at an intersection. You'd already predicted this beforehand. Your squad wordlessly broke into the formation you'd planned out while you zoomed straight ahead.

A hand emerged from the car before you, a cigar held in its grasp. The rings that adorned its fingers were enough to tell you that you had eyes on Ten.

Gritting your teeth, you stomped on the accelerator, catching up with him slowly. He was all yours. You had him now. Ten seemed to make no effort to evade you. He continued driving as leisurely as possible. You couldn't tell why but you didn't want to take any chances. There wasn't any backup near. All you had was a pistol to defend yourself.

You figured the safest thing to do was maintain some distance between your car and his. You saw him adjust his mirror. What you didn't expect was for him to give you a clear view of his face.

He was looking straight at you, a devilish grin plastered on his face. What on earth was he up to? You saw him reach over to the side and collect a gun. Pulling your own out of its holster, you held it up by the wheel.

Keeping his eyes on you, Ten placed his cigar between his lips and threw the gun out the open window. Your eyes widened in bewilderment. Why did he unarm himself? You watched his gun scatter to the side of the road. When your eyes locked with his again, he sent you a wink and sped away.

Acting fast, you raced behind him, staying right behind his car. He kept making sharp turns, dancing through lanes, but nothing that would throw you off. He wasn't trying to run away. He was taking you out for a spin. If you wanted to put a stop to this game, you needed to corner him.

So you decided to turn the tables. He clearly needed you to focus on him. Without batting a lash, you took a u-turn and started driving off in the opposite direction. You saw his car skid to a stop. He stuck his head out of the window, furrowing his brows at you.

Rolling down your own window, you put your hand out and motioned for him to follow you. An erratic laugh was heard, followed by Ten trailing after you.

He didn't seem skeptical at all. It was like he'd forgotten that you were a cop. He looked curious. He wanted to see what you were going to do. Maybe he knew that it was all over for him. Perhaps he wanted to have one last exciting night.

Seeing a familiar street, you made a turn, grinning as you spotted him enter the small road with you. Looking back at the road, you slammed the breaks immediately. It was a dead end.

Another menacing laugh was heard from behind you. You had no clue what was going on. Gun in your hand, you got out of your car and hid behind the open door.

"There's no point in hiding princess. I've got you trapped."

You'd never heard Ten's voice before. It dripped of class and authority. No wonder so many people were afraid of him.

This was no time to be afraid however. You were so close to getting him. You just had to play your cards right. That was the only way you could get out of this situation safely.

"I bet you weren't expecting this little surprise." His voice was getting closer. You cocked your gun. "You'll be amazed how easy it is to change signs. My men did a great job."

He was so arrogant about his 'achievement'. You wanted to spit in his face.

"Now put your gun down and come on out. I promise I won't hurt you. I don't even have a weapon. You can't fire on me if I'm unarmed. Isn't that police protocol?"

It was indeed. But you couldn't just risk it like that. He'd already deceived you once. Only a fool would let it happen twice.

"This is my warehouse y/n. All my business takes place here. When you and your pesky task force took down all my other outlets, I made sure this one remained secure," he shared.

You glanced at the tiny shed behind you. How could this hold it all? He was bluffing. You were sure of it.

Peeking over the hood of your car, you gasped on seeing how close he was to you. There was no point in hiding now. Pointing your gun at him, you carefully stepped into sight. Ten pushed his hands into his pocket, fiddling with the cigar in his mouth. He scoffed and looked to the side.

"Come on y/n. Let's not waste our time. If you cooperate, you'll see how it all began. How it all grew and poisoned this city you cherish so preciously."

He stepped towards you. You shot at his feet impulsively. "Keep your distance. Put your hands above your head and get on the ground."

He winced and stayed put. With your other hand, you reached for your pair of handcuffs. "I said get on the ground," you repeated, this time more sternly. His eyes locked with yours, corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

"Someone's feisty," he commented, stepping towards you once again after paying no heed to your warning. You fired at his feet once more. He didn't even flinch. He was so used to the sound of gunshots. They failed to phase him anymore.

"You know, I spent many nights imagining this day. The day we finally met," he revealed. "The exchange is alarmingly similar to what I'd thought it would be like."

You kept firing at his feet. You'd run out of bullets soon. "Stay away from me," you shouted, not letting your voice falter even a bit. He ignored your words. "I never expected you to be so beautiful. Seriously y/n, why'd you become a cop? You could've easily made it big in the modelling industry."

You felt disgusted all of a sudden. He was so shameless. How could he be hitting on you when you were holding him at gunpoint?

"Shut up. Just put your hands on your head and get on the ground," you said again, getting impatient.

"I don't wanna get on the ground though. These trousers are new, I can't afford to get any dust on them," Ten complained. Was he being serious?

"I don't care about your fucking pants! Just get on the ground-"

Ten lunged towards you and swatted your gun out of your hand in the blink of an eye. It clattered to the side, closer to him than to you. You watched in horror as he skilfully emptied the bullets and slipped them into his pocket. He tossed the gun to you with a sly grin.

"There's your gun. You can put it down now, there's no use keeping it aimed at me anyways."

You checked your pockets for any extra bullets, cursing when there were none. Ten folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you want from me," you asked, moving away from him.

Ten raised a brow. "Your attention, that's all." He stepped towards you carefully.

"Why do you need my attention? I'm trying to arrest you for god's sake."

He caged you between himself and the building's wall behind you, hand slipping behind your back to snatch your handcuffs. What you didn't expect was for him to put them on his own hands and bound himself.

"What are you doing," you questioned, pushing him away from you.

"I'll let you take the credit for this." He chuckled. "This y/n, is a gesture to make you feel safe. I mean you no harm. All I ask is that you give me a few hours of your time."

You looked between his hands, his face and the warehouse in front of you. He noticed the doubt on your face. "If you're gonna bring me down at least do it entirely. There's no point in throwing me in prison while this place remains in existence. Certainly not my men or I, but someone else might stumble across it. Doesn't take a genius to get a business up and running if they're desperate you know."

He had a point. You hated that he was right. Not only would this prevent someone from starting his business up again, but it would ensure a stricter sentence. Surely he'd never get life imprisonment, but the longer Ten stayed in jail, the better it would be for your city.

"Fine," you agreed with a sigh. "But no funny business."

Ten raised his hands in defence. "I promise. It's just you, me and my entire life's work."

You went back to your car to retrieve your keys and phone, plus some extra bullets which you loaded your gun with. "You can't deny me this. I'm walking into an abandoned warehouse with a guy who's on the state's most wanted list, no backup whatsoever."

Ten pursed his lips. "I never objected."

And with that, you followed behind him.

He held the rusty door open for you. The inside of the warehouse was completely dark. It clearly had no ventilation of any sort. The air was damp and eerily cold, with a faint musty smell.

"Are there any lights in here?"

Ten chuckled yet again. "Patience y/n. We're not there yet."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You turned on your phone's flashlight and held it in front of you. The entire warehouse was empty. It wasn't that big of a space. The only thing on the ground was loose paper and cockroaches. Had he just set you up?

Cocking your gun, you pressed it to his back. "Do you think I'm playing games here?"

His body tensed up. "The operation is downstairs," he revealed.

"Then take me there," you urged in annoyance.

Ten led you to the centre of the floor and kicked at the dust until a small latch came into sight. He bent down and pulled it up. It was a trapdoor. A line of stairs continued downwards. You looked at Ten. "After you sir."

As you ascended down the stairs, you felt the air get lighter. It smelled more fresh than it did in the warehouse above. The only thing that remained constant was the darkness.

"Installing a bulb or two in here wouldn't do you any harm you know."

Ten laughed wholeheartedly. "You've got a nice sense of humour. I like that."

Rolling your eyes you continued descending. "How down below is this lair of yours?"

Ten didn't answer you. He walked to the edge of the stairs and jumped. It seemed you'd reached your destination. You shined the light on him, seeing him feel against the wall for something. He then pressed his palm flat against the fall. A few seconds later a bright light flooded your vision. Grimacing, you hid your face.

"Here are the bulbs or two you were asking about earlier."

Sure enough, the entire area had a neat lighting system. You turned your flashlight off and instead opened your camera, taking pictures for evidence. Ten waited patiently at the side.

The space was bigger than the warehouse above. You realised it was just a gimmick to throw anyone who came across it off. Just by the ambiance of the place, you could tell Ten had spent many years building it up to what it was. You wouldn't lie, it was magnificent. Like something straight out of a James Bond movie.

"I'm gonna explain it all to you. Basically let you into my life for a moment here. But you have to promise, that in turn, you won't call any back up. I want all of this to be absorbed by your mind," Ten spoke.

"Why?"

"You'll share it with your team after we're done anyways. But they'll never get to see it upfront. They'll never get to understand and admire it like you did. I only want you to do so," he explained.

His request was odd. But you couldn't argue. None of your files or reports had any record of this place. It had never come up during your investigation and none of your suspects had mentioned it to you. This place was a goldmine and you couldn't risk letting its information get in the wrong hands.

Five hours, you'd spend five hours at Ten's headquarters. Everything he'd told you so far was beyond resourceful. Not only had he helped you bust gangs that your precinct had failed to collect enough evidence against, but he also gave you an inside report of operations you had no clue about.

You couldn't believe he was just spilling all this information to you. You didn't understand why he was being so cooperative. Maybe he'd come to terms with that fact that it was all over him a very long time ago. You decided to ask.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Ten paused at your interruption. "As I said earlier. I want you to admire my work."

You scoffed. "So you want to be remembered as more than a criminal then?"

Ten rested his chin on his palm. "Not quite. See, the obvious reason for my downfall is the disloyalty of my peers. They started with me and leached out for a supposed better life. Everything any criminal has in this city is because of what they've either stolen or accepted from me. No one can stay hidden from the law without my help. No king gets to take over my empire after I'm gone. I forbid it," he explained.

He was so in over his head it was amusing. The way he thought it was the others that had ratted him out, you didn't want to burst his bubble but it was him who had brought his own downfall upon himself.

"How long do you think you'll be in jail for this Ten?"

He shrugged. "Until one of the hairs on my head turns grey I assume."

You pointed to the space around you. "Showing me this is only gonna make it worse."

Ten nodded. He already knew that. "But it will ensure that I can't start it up after I emerge from my sentence."

Rocking around in your chair, you studied his headquarters. "Please tell me you've got a coffee machine in this place."

Ten laughed. "Of course we do. Shall I make you a cup?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "No thank you. Unfortunately I don't trust you enough."

Ten pouted dramatically. "That's a shame. Did you know I worked at a cafe to make enough money to buy drugs?"

You shook your head. "You could've made big money in the barista field. Found a pretty girl to move in with. Lead a life on the right side of the law."

He laughed again. For the situation he was in, he was pretty calm. You didn't know why that was. You were just glad he wasn't trying to make any moves on you.

"It's over there," he gestured towards a room in the far corner of the area. "Would you like me to accompany you? Or should I sit still?"

"Stay where you are. I'll be right back," you instructed.

Ten leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. You got up and went to the backroom, keeping your eye on him the entire time. You figured now would be a good time to contact your squad. Let them know of your location and make sure that they'd taken care of their own jobs of handling Ten's henchmen.

Ten remained as still as a statue. The room you entered was more of a lounge. Along with a coffee machine, it also had a couch that looked invitingly comfortable. A quick nap sounded extremely appealing at the moment. But you couldn't risk letting your guard down like that.

You quickly got to preparing your coffee. Just some hot water and coffee powder to do the job. You hoped the extra caffeine would allow you to remain attentive.

Swirling your cup to mix the concoction, you made your way back to Ten. He sat up on your arrival. "We have creamers," he shared.

You took a sip of the warm drink. "No need. The stronger, the better." He couldn't argue with that. Ten resumed his explanation. You continued jotting down all the essentials of his narration. His voice was so monotonous that you never realised when you blacked out.

You woke up on the couch, a blazer draped over your body. Shooting up immediately, you reached behind your back for your gun. Much to your horror, it wasn't there. You stood up and stumbled out of the room. Everything was pitch black outside. You couldn't wrap your mind around anything.

The lights turned on when you made your presence known. You fell down with a groan. They were brighter than you recalled. Your ears started ringing, a sharp sting in your head. A familiar chuckle sounded from behind you.

"Looks like someone's up early. Tell me y/n, how was your sleep?"

You turned around and got up. "What the fuck did you do?"

Ten held his hands up. The cuffs were gone.

"I didn't do anything sweetheart. You did this to yourself."

What was he saying? Why did you black out? That's when it occurred to you. The coffee.

"What the fuck did you drug me with you asshole?" Your head was pounding. Your body felt so weak.

"I didn't drug you with anything y/n. There was nothing in the coffee."

You didn't believe him. "Stop lying. How did I pass out then?"

"No drugs were involved in that y/n. You were just tired. I guess my droning lulled you to bed," he explained.

"Why'd you take my gun then? How did you get out of your handcuffs? The keys were in my pocket."

"I had to steal those from you. I had no other choice. How else was I supposed to carry you to the couch?"

You were so stupid. How could you let this happen. He had your gun, your handcuffs, their keys and your phone. He had you trapped and you didn't know what to do.

"My squad knows where I am. They're gonna come looking for me and you can't run away this time."

Ten rolled his eyes at your warning. "Yeah I saw that text you'd left them. I figured I should've let you know that there was no reception in the warehouse."

You cursed. "Was this your plan all along?"

Ten shook his head. "It was more of an impulsive decision."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Ten furrowed his brows. "Nothing bad. I'm just a drug dealer. I would never hurt you."

As if that was going to comfort you in this situation.

"I just wanna play a game. Would you do that with me?"

You scowled at him. "What's the catch?"

Ten smirked. "Oh there's no catch sweetheart. I just wanna have one last night of fun with the girl of my dream. You wouldn't deny me that would you?"

The girl of his dreams. He was sick.

Ten noticed how reluctant you were. At this rate you weren't gonna agree to anything he said.

"If you say yes, I'll return all your belongings to you and let you escort me out of here, handcuffed of course, all the way back to your precinct where you can put me behind bars for good," he offered.

"Why can't I just skip to that part right now," you asked bitterly.

Ten stepped towards you, bringing his face right in front of yours. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips. "You've spent all these years dedicating your time to me. It would be a shame if you didn't make the most of all that work. You think you know me but you don't. You've never had a proper conversation with me before. You never been so close to me. I'll be honest y/n, I've been waiting to see you. I always knew you'd be the death of me. I'd much rather make more memories with you. After all, you're the woman that brought me down. That makes you special, doesn't it?"

He was so manipulative. You actually found yourself considering his proposition. Something about his words was right.

"Just say the word, you know you want to," he pressed.

"Do you swear that you'll walk out of here without a struggle?"

Ten nodded.

You sighed. "Fine. What are we playing?"

Ten beamed and gave you your distance. "Rummy. I'm sure you're familiar with the proceedings?"

You knew how to play rummy. You also knew that Ten wasn't going to be traditional with it.

"My men and I used to add some booze to the mix. But I know you can't drink while on duty. So instead, we'll do something a bit nostalgic."

By the tone of his words you already knew where this was going. He wanted to include sexual favours. How gross.

"I've got a list. It goes up till 100. Loser accumulates their points and based on their score, they've gotta do something off of the list. Are you up for that?"

You stared at him, long and hard. You wanted to put an end to this as soon as possible. "Let's do it."

This was wrong. You knew it. But you were desperate. He seemed like a man of his word. Not completely, but for certain clauses at least.

Ten took your hand and let you to the table you were sitting at previously. Your belongings were still there. It was already lined with a deck of cards. He sat down across from you and gestured to the cards. "They've already been shuffled and dealt. I believe in fair games so I can assure you nothing's rigged here."

You lifted your cards and began sorting them wordlessly. They weren't the best but at least you had a joker.

"I'd also like to let you know that I gave you some Provestra. But don't worry, I took some for myself. The ones meant for men of course."

He was so fucking shameless. At least you had something add to the list of charges against him.

Ten lost the first round. Only by twelve points however. Number twelve on his list was strip.

He now sat before you, completely naked. Something about it wasn't as disturbing as you thought it would be. You told yourself it was just the horny pill talking, but you wouldn't deny that he had a nice body.

A tattoo on his forearms and one circling his chest. His upper body was nicely toned and he packed a nice size. Overall, he was hot. If he wasn't a criminal you certainly would've taken him home.

Your next game began, this time with you dealing. Your cards turned out to be extremely favourable and you won with ease. Ten's points upped by five, leaving him at seventeen. Number seventeen on his list was marking.

Though hasty, you moved your hair to the side and let him hover over your body. He smelled oddly nice. Ten held your gaze while licking his lips. "May I," he whispered. You tilted your neck. "Go for it."

His tongue ran over your skin making you close your eyes. His lips followed, sucking gently to make a mark. You gripped the side of the table and willed yourself not to succumb to the burning sensation between your legs. Ten repeated the action, this time closer to your jaw. His tongue felt enticing. You wanted more. But you couldn't let yourself have it. This was just a game.

He moved off of you once he was satisfied with his work. Two hickeys stained your neck, strikingly visible and difficult to cover.

He dealt the next round and you played the first move. This time he emerged victorious. With two points, number two on his list was a kiss. The way he licked his own lips in anticipation made you dizzy. You'd never used Provestra but you were certain it wasn't supposed to make you feel this way.

You scooted closer to him and grabbed the sides of his head, crashing his lips onto yours. Ten groaned in your mouth, loving the force you used. He let you guide him, moving his lips over yours reverently. You didn't know when to stop. You didn't want to stop. He was an amazing kisser and it had been quite a while since you'd felt someone's lips on yours, especially like this.

Ten was the one to pull away first. He smirked at you, loving the effect he was having on you. He passed you the cards to deal the next round.

You won yet again and rather quickly at that. Ten was left with a lump sum of twenty three points which amounted to a total of forty. Number forty on his list was a handjob.

You spit on your palm without a second thought and grabbed his dick. Ten leaned back in his seat and watched you stroke his cock. No sounds left him. Only quick breaths from his parted lips. Your handjob skills were a tad rusty, but you had the basics down.

You tightened your grip around his shaft making him hiss. He bucked his hips up into your hand and wetness pooled in your panties. You got off your chair and fell down on your knees. Ten watched you spit on his cock in complete awe. "Fuck the game," you muttered, wrapping your lips around his tip. Ten held your head, pushing your mouth down on his cock. You tried your best not to teeth him.

Squeezing his thigh, you began bobbing your head over his member, fondling his balls in your other hand. Ten groaned and cursed above you, loving every second of it.

Out of breath, you pulled away from him and started unbuttoning your blouse. Ten watched in delight as you took off your bra and let your breasts spring free. He hadn't expected you to get on board so easily.

You released a ball of spit onto your chest, letting it slip down the valley of your breasts. Knowing what you were going to do, Ten shifted closer to you and pushed his cock between your tits. You pushed them against his member and began moving them up and down. "Holy shit," Ten explained, moving with you. His fingers played with your nipples.

You stuck your tongue out for his tip to brush against. The sounds leaving Ten's mouth were heavenly. This was so wrong. But you were too worked up to stop.

"Who knew you'd turn out to be so damn kinky," Ten exclaimed. You didn't say anything. Ten's cock twitched only seconds after. You kept moving over him. Soon enough, long ropes of his cum spurted up onto your tits, some falling on your chin. You slowed your pace, milking him of every last drop until he was whining for you to stop.

Ten stood up and dragged you with him. He made you sit on the table and pulled your pants down your legs. Your panties were soaked. Ten chuckled as he peeled them off. He marvelled at your glistening pussy.

"What's 100 on your list?", you asked breathlessly. Ten grinned widely. "Fuck till you drop"

That was good to know.

Ten didn't waste any time pushing into you. You were so wet that he had no problem doing so. He adopted a quick pace fucking you like his life depended on it. Your loud moans tore through his headquarters. Ten huffed and grunted, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers dug into your skin, surely leaving marks. You held yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider. Ten threw your leg over his shoulder and made you lay on your side so that he could fuck you deeper.

Your hand came down to rub your clit. Moved your hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb. He started pushing you to your own orgasm. You grabbed your tit, squeezing it gently as you let your head fall back.

"Such a tight pussy," Ten grunted while rutting his cock into you. "Feels so fucking good."

You fully agreed with him. It felt amazing. Perhaps it was because of the sad amount of sex you had in your regular life that you were submitting to him so desperately. No one had ever made you feel the way he was right now.

The knot in your stomach burst, walls clenching around his cock tightly. Ten groaned as you fell apart on him. "Shit, turn around," he instructed, impatient to get back inside you.

You got on your hands and knees, raising your hips for him. He slapped your ass as he pushed back into you. Ten leaned forward and grabbed your hair, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. You loved how it felt.

Holding onto his wrist, you pushed your ass back against his hips. Ten bit into your shoulder ever so often, fingers coming back to your clit. You mewled as he overstimulated you. Your knees were about to give way any second now.

Ten made you put your leg back on the ground, pushing your knee further over the table. The tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, a sensual scream leaving your parted lips. Ten hummed in delight, biting down on your earlobe. You reached behind yourself, hand resting on his hip. "Let me get on top," you managed to say. Ten held your waist and sat down on his chair, bringing your with him.

Placing your hands on his lap, you started bouncing on his cock. Ten kissed the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning on your shoulder. You could already feel a second orgasm approaching. Ten held your hips down on him, stopping you.

"Let me take control," he said, bringing your feet to his knees. He hooked his arms underneath your knees and raised you up slightly, bucking his hips up into you from below.

You put your hands over his, head falling back against his shoulder. Ten sped up quickly, fucking up into you while bringing your body down on his cock. His tip pushed at your sweet spot with each thrust making your toes curl in ecstasy. "Fuck keep going, I'm gonna cum," you warned, biting your lip.

"Me too," he breathed, concentrating on your approaching orgasms. Ten pressed his face into your neck, lips nipping and sucking at your skin softly.

Before you knew it, you were cumming. Ten snapped his cock into you one last time before emptying himself into you a second time. He groaned out loud, holding onto you as he rode out his high. Your thighs shook gentle, chest rising and falling dramatically. Once you were sure he was through, you let go of his hands.

You pushed yourself off his cock and quickly got to dressing yourself. You checked the time on your phone. It was almost morning now. Seeing Ten decently clothed, you turned him around and cuffed him, leading him back up the stairs and out the warehouse to your car.

"No one's ever finding out about this okay? Cause I swear if they do I'm gonna add kidnapping to your long list of charges."

Ten replied with his ridiculously attractive laugh. "Did I kidnap you though?"

You pushed him into your car and shut the door. "It won't be that hard to convince the judge that you did," you shared as you got into the car.

Ten sighed and leaned back into the seat. "I think I should let you know now. I never gave you any Provestra to begin with."

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Andrew sat on the couch looking at his phone. He browsed through his feed, when suddenly he felt his dick become erect. Which wasn't strange for your average 23 year old man.

Andrew looked up and saw his friend Andy on the otherside of the room. So, he just ignored his boner. He couldn't just whip out and jack off infront of his friend. Besides, ignoring his hard 2 inch boner wasn't a hard thing to do.

Moments passed and the pain began to get harder to ignore. Without looking, he tried to get into a comfortable position. That's when he felt something warm and long press against his leg.

It caught him off guard and he jump a bit. The swift movement caused his pants to tightly squeeze his dick and he moaned in pain.

Finally, Andrew looked down and saw what was going on. His heart raced, as he pushed a snake like bulge in his pants going down his leg. With each poke, he moan out in pleasure. Finally, it was confirmed in his mind; his dick had become a thick 8 inch monster.

Instinctively, he placed a pillow over his new giant buldge. He looked over at his friend who seemed oblivious. Without making a scene, he tried ot get up. But, the pant fabric painfully squeezed his dick and balls. He yelp in pain and, quickly, sat back down.

Andy started walking towards Andrew. A smile was on his face. "So, it's finally kicking in." Andy said as he looked at Andrew's crotch. Andy started unzipping his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Andrew shouted. But before he could look away, he saw a familiar sight hanging from his friends body. There was no mistake. Andrew's small dick was now attached to his friends body. "You might as well take off your pants. It not like I haven't seen my own dick before." Andy said.

Then it hit Andrew. The bulge in his pants was similar to the few times he caught Andy with a boner. He sighed to get over the awkwardness and whipped it out. Revealing a dick he only saw the outlines of, through shorts. As it stood erect, he was happy to be free from the pain created from his tight pants.

"What the fuck is going on" Andrew said puzzled.

"I'm giving you my dick for the day. After you told me you haven't had sex because you're embarrassed of your dick size, I knew I had to help out my bro." Andy answered.

"What! This is fucking crazy. You probably should just undo whatever you did..." Andrew begin to worry.

"Dude, relax! Come on. I've been pretending to be you on multiple dating apps and I set up a day of sex for you. Who knows, if this goes well maybe I'll let you borrow my dick again.

"I don't know. This all seems to weird." Andrew said, still questioning everything.

"Stopping doing that! Stop and just enjoy it. Most guys would be thrilled to magically have an 8 in cock placed between their legs. Come on, this will give you the confidence boost I know you need."

"Yeah, I know your right. I'm actually kind of grateful and surprised you care this much... But, I haven't had sex. I don't know how to use this." Andrew said grabbing his new junk.

"Then fuck me bro. You know I've had a crush on you. Now, I can live my fantasy of you fucking me. Think of it as a payment for letting you borrow my dick," Andy saw the hesitation in Andrew's face. "Look, I know your straight. But don't think of it like that. Your using my own dick to fuck me. There's nothing gay about that right!? Besides it'll give you the practice you need for all the sex you'll have today."

Andy bent over to reveal his tight asshole. Andrew's new 8 inch dick got hard. Everything about this situation scream wrong. But, he knew he couldn't let an opportunity like this pass. He wanted to finally expirence sex. He'll just think of banging his buddy as a learning opportunity so, he be able to please all those ladies booked up.

Andrew drew in a deep breath and let his instincts take over. He walked over to Andy. "Can I put it in?" He asked.

"Dude look at me I'm ready to receive. You don't have to ask." Andy said annoyed .

Andrew slowly put his dick in his friends ass. They both gasp in pleasure. Finally all 8 inches squeeze into Andy's ass. "Okay, I'm in. Are you okay does it feel good." Andrew ask.

"Fuck yeah dude. Now pull it out a bit and stick it back in. And that's basically fucking." Andy responded. Slowly Andrew pulled out and and even slower he pushed it back in.

"Hold on dude." Andy sighs. "What! Is something wrong. Am I hurting you." Andrew ask. "No bro, your going so slowly. Pick up the speed."

Andrew start going a bit faster, in and out. Andy started moaning in pleasure. "There you go. Uh... uh... fuck ...yes keep going."

Andrew loved the feeling as his dick sled against the walls of his friends asshole. He started feeling this new power deep in his body grow. He felt more confident with each thrust. And; with that increase in confidence, he was becoming more aggressive. "Fuck yeah, take it bitch." He yelled out as he picked up speed, going faster and faster. He began letting out loud raoring moans.

"Ugh.. uh ...uh... uh slow ....uh down." Andy moaned out. "No bitch, you're fucking taking it." Andrew shouted back. They both scream out in an orgasmic climax as Andrew's dick released a full load of cum into Andy's ass.

Andrew quickly whipped out his dick from Andy's ass, causing Andy to yell out. As soon as all 8 inches were out, Andrew tossed Andy to the side like a used toy. Andrew began staring at himself in the mirror. Flexing and playing with the monster of a dick between his legs.

Andy was left on the bed catching his breath. He looked at Andrew, checking himself out. He was happy to see Andrew enjoying himself. But with each passing second, he felt more insecure of having his naked body exposed on the bed. He look at Andrew and was intimidated by there new cock size differences. He quickly began covering himself up.

At this point Andy knew something was wrong with the spell. He want to recommend swapping their cock sizes back to normal but he was worried how Andrew would respond. He didn't want to make his friend angry.

Before, Andy could stir up the last shreds of confidence left in his body. Andrew started getting dressed. "Thanks bro, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of these bitches. Oh and I don't know how you did this but yeah, I think we both agree that this should be permanent now, don't we."

Andy could clearly feel that both of their personalities were changing. He looked at the new strength Andrew's already strong body had seemed to gain. He seemed more manly and more attractive. Andy was beyond intimidated. In fact his small 2 iches was starting to get hard again.

Andrew stood aggressively staring at Andy, waiting for a response. His python hanging out in the open. Andy was starting to feel afraid of what Andrew would do if he said no. So, Andrew just nodded his head in agreement.

"Good, I liked that answer." Andrew responded. "I think you just earned a round two, after I come back from fucking all these sluts you lined up for me. It feel like this dick still wants to be a part of you . But, it doesn't seem to mind that the only way that going happen now is by being shoved in your ass."

As Andrew left, Andy tried to fight these new feelings that were flooding his mind. He ran to his room to see where the spell went wrong. And, his heart sank as he realized he failed to read the full spell.

Note: If the two affected by the spell commit intercourse their personalities will change depending on the roles they played in said intercorse. Also, as long as the spell last they will be bonded by sexual interest with each other.

Andy realized what he did. By helping Andrew and guiding him what to do. Andy turned Andrew into a dominant, aggressive, sexual beast. He on the other hand had become submissive and caring to Andrew's every need.

Even now with the spell infront of him, he couldn't get himself to recite the reversal spell. It would go against the helpful, submissive, caring attitude towards Andrew that he now felt and acted out during sex with him.

In fact having this spell around was just a threat to Andrew's new happiness. So, Andy tore it up and flushed it down the toilet. The last piece of who he used to be screamed out in horror.

He looked around the apartment. He knew it would be to messy for his Andrew. He need to make sure his Andrew was happy and pleased when he got back home. And, after all that sex he was gonna do, his Andrew was going need some nourishment when he got back home.

As Andy cooked and clean, he could only smile thinking about how happy he was going to make his Andrew. Being a cum dump for him wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, it sucked, that he had to share his Andrew with a constant parade of sluts. But, what would one expect being in a relationship with a man as attractive and manly as his Andrew. And, at the end of they day, Andy knew his man would always come home. After all, his Andrew couldn't resist his nice ass. It was a weird relationship but, it worked for them.

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