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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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OH EM GEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🙏🙏🙏🙏 fem!reader x megumi fushiguro with a side of injury x angst and hurt but at the end there's fluff/comfort please !! fem!reader gets injured trying to save megumi, (prompt 17) then megumi is like "girl wtf" and then he scolds fem!reader (prompt 2) for getting injured in the process of trying to save him... then fem!reader was like "i was ready to give my heart to you" (prompt 28) and megumi was like "u dont need to do that" and then megumi suddenly confesses ?? (prompt 65) (HELP LMAOOO) and then fem!reader confesses as well and megumi's like "don't leave me." (prompt 61) and then fem!reader's like "dont be silly why would i leave you xo" (prompt 64) so sorry if this was confusing i got too excited 🙏🙏🙏🙏

First of all, I'm so so so sorry this took so long! While I always wrote on this fic from time to time, it wasn't until tonight when I had an idea how to get all of these prompts togehter. While I think it isn't my best work, I hope you still like it <3

Save you

Pairing: Megumi x reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Synopsis: After you recklessly risk your own life to save his, Megumi can't hold back his feelings any longer

Warnings: It's so fluffy I'm gonna dieee and a little shitty writing I'm so sorry guys, proofread, but I'm sick and not concentrated so show some mercy

Rumbling, teeth, blood. It happens faster than you are able to comprehend your surroundings. All you know is that this fucking curse was only inches away from Megumi’s face. Inches away from ripping his skin apart. Inches away from probably killing the boy you are secretly in love with since joining Jujutsu High. It was a reflex, an intuition. Without hesitation, you throw yourself in front of him, hands stretched out in a desperate attempt to shield the merciless attack.

“I’ll get you out of here.”

You did manage to exorcise the curse. But not without your blood splattering everything in vicinity, sharp teeth slicing your delicate flesh open without mercy.

„(y/n)! Why did you do that!?”, Megumi yells at you, eyes widen in pure shock.

Everything hurts. You don’t dare to look down on your own body, instead you just stand there and stare at Megumi.

“Are you out of your mind? You could have died!”, he hollers at you.

In the matter of seconds he stands by your side, frantically taking off his uniform and pressing the fabric against your multiple scorching wounds. Your heart sinks into your chest at the sound of his anger-filled voice.

“Stop yelling at me, I saved you. And you would have done the same for me”, you hiss through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain that spreads around your whole body.

“This was absolutely reckless, (y/n)! I thought you were smarter than that, such behavior doesn’t suit you at all! Don’t you know that I’m able to take care of myself? I don’t need you to risk your own life for me”, he blurts out, every word stabbing into your heart like a knife.

You hate the way your eyes start to instantly burn with tears, completely taking your sight that is fixed on his brown shoes. This is not fair. You did what your intuition told you. And you just know Megumi would do the same for you – maybe not out of love, but friendship. He’d be the first to take a bullet if it means saving his friends.

“And to top it off, you don’t even care about even injured, it’s like yo-“

That’s enough. You can’t hold back any longer.

“If it means that I’ll save you, I’d be ready to give you my heart without even flinching! Because I care about you, idiot”, you yell so suddenly that Megumi flinches at the unusual harsh tone in your voice.

He can’t help but stare at you in disbelief. Megumi has known you for years, long before joining Jujutsu High. And even though he always knew you care for him, he never thought that it would go this far. After all, you’re so breathtaking gorgeous that he never lost a thought about you actually liking him back.

Because for Megumi, it has always been more than a sweet innocent friendship, more than a little sympathy. When he fell, he fell hard, head over heels to be exact. Your words make his heart beat a little louder, world spin a little faster. But still…Still he can’t accept the fact that you’d die so recklessly because of him.

“(y/n), I would rather die than knowing the love of my love got injured because of me…”

Now or never, the way your eyes pierce right through him and the fact that you nearly died because of him let Megumi gather all his courage.

“I can’t hold it back any longer! (y/n)…I think I might be in love with you. No, I’m sure that I love you. I love the way you walk and talk, how you carry yourself with so much elegance. I love the way you make fighting look so effortlessly and the little smile you wear on your face every time you see me. But even though your affection goes far enough to save me, I know you’ll never like me like this…I just needed to get this off my chest. So I hope you don’t leave me, I would totally understand if you don’t wanna speak to be though…”

Minutes feel like hours when all you can do is stand there and stare into the dark ocean of his eyes. All this time, you thought all these things about Megumi himself. That he only likes you as a friend, that he wouldn’t be able to see more in you than his comrade, a simple girl that’s been through some shit on his side. But those sweet words leaving his mouth, him telling you that he loves you…You can’t believe your ears. This has to be a pretty dream, right? Like the ones you desperately try to get back to when waking up, the ones you don’t even have to write down in order to remember.

This is not a dream, though. Your whole body is on fire, limbs burning like hell while your tear-stained cheeks get brushed by an icy wind. No, this is reality. And by the way his eyes glister in nothing but sadness you can tell that he truly believes in his words.

How ironic.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you”, you breathe out.

A warm smile creeps up your face as you close the distance between your bodies, fingers intertwining with his. Oh, if he only knew how often you daydreamed about this, how often you told yourself over and over that he doesn’t like you like this, that Megumi Fushiguro will never love you. Little did you know that he felt the exact same way.

“I loved you since joining Jujutsu High. All this time I thought that a wonderful boy like me could never…well…fall in love with someone like me”, you admit shyly.

“You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

He grabs your face, forcing you to look up into his ocean orbs.

“You are the most precious thing walking on this earth. If someone’s lucky than it’s me. Even though I still don’t like that you threw yourself in front of that curse for me. Please never do something like that again.

His breath brushes against your cheek. Is this really happening? Are his lips really lowering themselves at yours, touching them so innocently while all you can do is close your eyes and let yourself sink against his tender touch? No, this is sweet reality.

And all of that because you decided in a split of a second that Megumi is worth all the pain, that your feelings for him are greater than fear.

“I’d always throw myself in front of a curse again if it means that I can do that”, you mumble against his lips.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 28

FF does not like being on pain medication.

Everything feels floaty and it is so hard to focus on anything around him.

He’s almost glad that his Gran has given him something to focus on that something being helping her sell her lie to the Foxes that she only knows Polish. Coach Wymack must know but the man is a steel trap and FF finds himself envying his Gran that HER secret keeper is Coach Wymack.

“Smithy! My sweet beautiful idiot!” Nicky cries when Gran gives Wymack the OK for them to come back in. FF finds himself on the receiving end of 2 forehead kisses and a kiss to each of his cheeks from Nicky. “Next time you see a crazy mafia hitman looking to kidnap me you just grab me and RUN.” He orders pointedly, “No more cool guy shit where you take ‘em out in the weird sex alley.” He runs his fingers through FF’s hair and…

Yeah it’s okay that Nicky is the one that knows.

Nicky is so nice.

“What about Aaron?” FF asks.

“If Romero could grab Aaron when he is in whacky inflatable tube mode then I don’t think he’d be taken out by you and Andrew.” Nicky says with a watery smile.

“Hey.” Aaron’s voice is offended.

“Learn to dance at a club already. We’ve been going for years.” Nicky shoots back but never takes his eyes off of FF’s face.

“I dance just fine. I’m better than Kevin.” Aaron argues.

“Hey.” Kevin’s voice is offended.

“You are better than Kevin, but that’s not a real standard of good.” Nicky dismisses, “Regardless, next time grab me and I’ll grab Aaron and the three of us can hide literally anywhere other than the weird sex alley. We could go to the back room with Roland or, if it means you not ending up in the hospital with a stab wound, I would even tolerate hiding down in the straight swingers club in the basement.” Nicky says.

He sees Andrew and Captain Neil tense off to the side.

Oh, that’s right.

Oh fun another lie for him to focus on instead of feeling floaty. Gran always talked about the virtue of telling the truth but the only thing set free would be Nicky in a club that he’s not supposed to know about.

“I wouldn’t ask that of you Nicky.” FF says instead.

Nicky laughs and kisses his cheek one more time. “You’re my favorite family member now. Sorry Aaron, you’ve made me endure the horrors of a heterosexual relationship for too long.” Nicky says stroking FF’s face as he looks up to where FF assumes Aaron is.

“Hey.” Aaron says in the exact same way he said earlier.

“Andrew-“ Nicky starts but is cut off.

“I don’t care.”

“That’s the spirit.” Nicky says, “Neil-“

“Nicky, I also don’t care.”

“At least you have one another to support each other.”

“Wait, what about me?” Kevin asks.

“You won’t even LEARN the family language Kevin, you were NEVER in the running for my favorite.” Nicky dismisses and doesn’t bother to turn back to the “So Smithy is my favorite family member now with Aras coming in second.”

Two things strike FF in the wake of family conversation.

First, when in the world did Kevin get here? Why is he here? Is he going to ask the doctors to run tests on FF to figure out stealth mode?

Second, Nicky just used his Gran’s nickname. The nickname that causes FF no small amount of embarrassment. It was a youthful indiscretion! He had thought he understood Lithuanian quite well! He had wanted to impress his Great Gran and his Gran with his knowledge.

“You’re looking pale Smith, do you need more pain medication?” Captain Neil asks.

“No, I’m fine.” He is pretty sure that pain meds can’t numb the psychological pain of his friends hearing about his youthful mistakes and he doesn’t care how bad his stomach is going to hurt he wants to only take the absolute minimum amount of pain meds required to get through this so he can stop floating.

Having friends nearby makes it so much easier.

Conversations go on with him and around him. He’s tired still from everything and when a nurse comes in to try and give him more pain medication he declines. All present in the room except Gran try to convince him to take it but he declines all but the most minor amount to take the edge off.

He finally realizes that Kevin had not been with them and asks why the hell he’s here. He gets an answer that makes him reconsider being on any pain medication at all because it doesn’t really make any sense. Why in the world is Kevin telling him not to trust the nutritionist?

Neil lets him know that the FBI are going to be coming around at some point to talk to him. He says that Agent Browning is a dick but generally fine and that there will be a local agent Iruma Matsumoto stopping by before him, probably today. He looks right at Andrew and says “Yeah, I’ll talk with them about how Romero stabbed me.” Andrew lets out an amused puff of laughter that makes FF feel like he might be doing alright at this friendship thing.

He apologizes to Andrew that he can’t make the pie today and gets a flick to his ear.

He finds out that he slept through all of Saturday and that it is Sunday morning. Finds out that his Gran and Wymack had stayed over at the Columbia house last night and that Wymack has him excused from his classes this week. He also finds out that Nicky has given his grandma a key to the house in Columbia so she could stay there while she’s visiting him.

He apologizes to Nicky for messing up the clothes he’d let him borrow and earns another flick to the ear from Nicky.

Wymack hands him a new phone that Nicky has apparently set up for him. His lip quirks up slightly when he sees that Nicky registered it as ’Smithy’s phone’. Neil shows him some stuff since he has the same phone model but Andrew rolls his eyes.

“You’ve barely figured out how to set anything on your phone Junkie. You still haven’t even set a screen lock.” He says as he pulls Neil back from FF’s space.

“I’ve figured out how to change the notification ping.” Neil argues but lets himself be pulled away and if Andrew keeps his arm around Neil afterwards? No one comments on that.

He translates things for his Gran when it seems important for her to be able to respond to and helps Nicky with some pronunciations.

He falls asleep a couple times and wakes up to his friends and teammates in all sorts of different configurations. Nicky gets him some good sugar-free Jell-O from the nurses while Aaron smacks Kevin upside the head when Kevin complains that it’s not good for him and not part of the diet he’s making to get FF back on the Court ASAP. “He’s gotta be on a clear liquid diet for 24 hours after his surgery.” Aaron hisses.

“Why does it have to be clear? I can put it in a blender but it won’t be clear.” Kevin grumbles.

“He’s not going to be on puree’d food for at least two weeks idiot.” Aaron smacks his head again.

“Stop that.”

He hears from Wymack the other Freshman Dealer won’t be returning and that Sheena is now their only Dealer and she does not do defense well. Kevin’s disapproval for the Jell-O cups only grows stronger in light of this news. His grumbling only stops when Gran looks at him and says “Maybe someone should help you pull that stick out of your ass young man.” In her nicest most grandmotherly voice.

When Kevin turns to FF for a translation Nicky beats him to it, “She said a handsome young man like you shouldn’t ruin your face with worries.” He says without a hint that he’s lying.

Kevin preens at the grandmotherly approval of his looks and FF gets to know that he, Nicky and his grandma all have lying in common.

Eventually it’s lunch time and the natural hunger of college athlete boys trumps anything else. Kevin won’t eat anything at the cafeteria since he doesn’t trust the nutritionist so they agree to head out of the hospital to grab food. He’s more tired than hungry so he tells his Gran to go with them. She pats his face and promises she’ll be back with some clear soup for him per the Doctor’s order and despite Kevin’s grumbling that he could make a clear protein shake.

His Gran kisses his forehead and tells him that she’ll be back soon and that he should rest as much as he can.

***

FF can’t sleep.

He tried.

He really did.

But without the noise of everyone else his mind keeps going back to the last time he was in a hospital. He closes his eyes and he can see Gran’s pale face when she tells him that his dad didn’t make it and the tears when she tells him neither-

He can’t sleep.

So he gets up against medical advice and decides to go on a walk. He’s not been connected to any of the monitoring equipment since he had first woken up, just the IV keeping him hydrated. FF decides he wants to get his dad’s leather back because it would make him feel better. The leather jacket has weight that would keep his feet strictly on the ground and it’s something his Gran had given to him when he went off to college so that he could keep his dad close. He could call a nurse but it feels like he shouldn’t distract them with something as stupid as getting him his dad’s jacket so he doesn’t have a panic attack.

So he lets himself slip into the background and heads towards the nurse station. He thinks that might be where they’re holding his belongings. It’s a good first stop if nothing else.

He can’t help but notice a strange number of men in suits but figures that maybe they’re just there to talk to people who seem to have gotten caught up in some sort of mass casualty incident.

He makes it to the nurse station and when a whole 5 minutes goes by without a single nurse clocking that he exists he considers speaking up until he sees a nurse bagging up some clothes, slapping on a label, and heading away.

It’s nice when things work out for him.

Another suit wearing man comes up and a different nurse sees him there immediately and comes up, “What can I help you with?” She asks.

“I’m looking for someone with the last name Smith, he has a stab wound?” The man asks.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” The nurse responds with exasperation but FF is already almost out of earshot when he hears it because he’s following the nurse with the bag.

He follows her down the hallway and she thankfully takes an elevator instead of going down the stairs because FF doesn’t know how he would have gotten his IV stand down with him.

FF walks in with her and he watches her slump as the doors slide close. Relaxing like most people do when they think they’re alone. Her shoulders go straight back when the elevator opens again and he follows after her.

He follows her to a door that she unlocks and proceeds to enter and FF sees a room full of the same bags with belongs all tagged with a last name and a room number. “Christ, why are there so many fucking Smiths in here right now?” She grumbles but takes him straight to the S section and he sees his own ‘Smith’ and room number.

He grabs it and heads out the door before the nurse and heads into the elevator.

His phone pings with a text message. He opens it and sees a text from an unknown number.

“Come to the Cafeteria. - IM”

FF stares at his phone for a few minutes before the initials click.

Iruma Matsumoto, the local FBI agent who was coming to talk to him today according to Captain Neil. It’s weird to be texted like this but this is the first time he’s ever had to talk to the FBI. Maybe it’s normal? He doesn’t really want to bother Captain Neil about what getting interrogated by the FBI is like since Captain Neil is out at lunch.

He decides to go to the Cafeteria.

FF follows the directory in the elevator and then the arrows that point him towards the cafeteria. He takes a moment to pull his dad’s jacket out and it does help him feel better. He realizes the McDonald’s toy is still in his pocket and thinks that he really should probably turn that over to Agent Matsumoto.

When he gets to the cafeteria he sees even more of those guys in suits and then he sees a well dressed Japanese man sitting by himself at a table. FF has a moment where he thinks ‘Wow that FBI agent sure does look like a member of the Yakuza.’ Before he squashes it because ‘OMG that’s such a fucking racist thing to think. Thoughts from the abyss are the worst and Agent Matsumoto is probably a perfectly nice guy.’

He takes a seat in front of the man who is surrounded by two other of the men in black he’s seen. Oh that guy was probably looking for him to bring him here so they could have the talk.

None of the men seem to notice him and FF realizes that he’s still in stealth mode. He sets the bag with the rest of his clothes to the side and clears his throat.

Three sets of eyes are on him immediately and FF breathes through the anxiety as the two men at either side of Agent Matsumoto seem to reach for something at their holsters.

“Captain Neil said you wanted to talk to me.” He says.

Captain Matsumoto raises a hand and the two men on either side of him return to an at ease position.

***

Ichirou Moriyama could admit to himself that he had been startled when a young man seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of him without any warning. He sees a bulge in the man’s pocket that says that he’s armed and he could have done anything before bringing attention to himself. He had men throughout the hospital and no one has spotted Wesninski or any of his cohorts but they had their eyes peeled for the uninvolved civilian who had taken out Jackson on his own and had assisted Wesninski’s guard dog in taking out Romero.

Interesting.

Ichirou clasps his hands together in over the cafeteria table.

“Yes, let’s talk.” He agrees.

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If you didn’t get notified on the last part it’s probably because I used tumblr mobile to post and our most beloved garbage fire site just didn’t like that.

#Fluent Freshman AU #Guess who accidentally took FF's phone?#It's Neil #He realizes it halfway through the grocery store run #Sorry FF your grandma is now the Monster Grandma #She's got knitting projects planned for each of them #She's already asked about allergies #She jokingly tells Nicky she'll knit Kevin a muzzle because he's commented on the amount of butter she uses four times #He always shuts up when he eats it at least #Neil is blissfully unaware that he has FF's phone and FF has his #Some poor Moriyama grunts are wandering through the hospital having to check every single Smith room for the one they're looking for #Ichirou was planning some mild intimidation shit on Neil #But was hampered because JFC why so many Smiths #Does Ichirou know Smith's first name?#Perhaps #Does he use it?#Probably not #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #FF - Pt. 28

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simply-whump · 11 months

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Romance of a Twin Flower (春闺梦里人) - Whump List

Whumpee : Ning Yu Xuan played by Ding Yu Xi and Gui Bai played by He Chang Xi

Synopsis : A quirky genius girl named Ji Man loses her memory through an accident, and inexplicably replaced her twin sister and entered the Hou Manor. With her outstanding wits and business acumen, she managed to resolve numerous crises, eventually winning the favor of Ning Yu Xuan, the cold and arrogant young master of Hou manor. (MDL)

Genres : Historical, Business, Romance

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Ning Yu Xuan

Ep 1 : Ready to enter a burning house even though he is afraid of fire, someone falls on him, helped up, seems to be unwell, concern for him — Revealed he has a disease, in an ice bath, gasping in pain, agitated, submerges himself into water — Found unconscious in his bath (Gif Set)

Ep 2 : Found unconscious in his bath, concern for him, put in bed, looked after, revealed he was just asleep

Ep 3 : None

Ep 4 : Stabbed, collapses on one knee, concern for him, bleeding, helped to sit — Stumbling, can hardly walk, leaves a trail of blood, heavy breathing, collapses, concern for him, refuses to call for a doctor, gasping in pain (Gif Set) — Dragged, refuses to be treated by someone else than himself, slightly manhandled, medicine applied on his wound, groaning in pain, on the verge of passing out — In bed, refuses to take the medicine, tied to the bed, face grabbed, still refuses to take the medicine (Gif Set) — Wakes up in bed, hand still tied to the bed

Ep 5 : In bed, wincing in pain, someone tries to carry him, cries out in pain — Recovering in bed — Has a nightmare about some traumatic memories, agitated, concern for him, pinched to wake him up, wincing in pain (Gif Set) — Refusing to apply some medicine (comical)

Ep 6 : Visibly in pain from his wound, holding his side, concern for him — Forced to compete in a sword fight while still injured, hit on his wound, thrown to the ground, concern for him, hiding the blood from his wound — Injury treated

Ep 7 : None

Ep 8 : Arrested, in prison — Sentenced to exile

Ep 9 : None

Ep 10 : Fighting, a bit out of breath, worried for someone, recalling painful memories, forced to put down his sword, stabbed, bleeding from the mouth, concern for him, running away while injured, shot at, jumps into the water — Unconscious in bed, wakes up wincing in pain, helped to sit — (Flashback) Dragged on a handmade stretcher, unconscious — (Flashback) Coughing up water on a river bank, injured (Gif Set) — (Present) Wincing in pain, holding his side, leaning (or more like forced to lean) on the female lead’s shoulder, nodding off (Gif Set)

Ep 11 : Bitten, crying out in pain (comedic)

Ep 12-15 : None

Ep 16 : Teary-eyed, sad

Ep 17 : Fighting, hit by a poisoned dart, leaning on his sword, vision blurry, hit, thrown to the ground through a table, thrown against a statue, spiting blood, concern for him, shielding someone, bleeding from the mouth, collapses, passes out — Unconscious in bed, looked after — Wakes up, wincing in pain, holding his shoulder

Ep 19 : Afraid of fire du to past trauma, still helps to put out a fire — Unconscious in bed after inhaling too much smoke, wakes up, coughing — Pretending to be in pain. Concern for him

Ep 20 : Hurts himself while doing manual labor, concern for him — Encouraged to overcome his trauma, touched

Ep 21 : None

Ep 22 : Fighting, hit, falls to the ground, sword at his neck — Jumps into the sea to save someone — Worried for someone

Ep 23-25 : None

Ep 26 : Has a nightmare, concern for him, wakes up, talking about his traumatic past, emotional

Ep 27 : Does a lot of manual work, hands a bit injured, concern for him, medicine applied

Ep 28 : None

Ep 29 : Worried for someone — Heartbroken, depressed

Ep 30 : Worried for someone, shocked, sliding to the floor , getting drenched in the rain, passes out — Unconscious in bed, wakes up, holding his shoulder — Crying — (Flashback from the beginning of the episode) Found unconscious in the rain, concern for him, half carried

Ep 31-33 : None

Ep 34 : Crying — Emotional, crying

Ep 35 : None

Ep 36 : Worried for someone

Ep 37 : Worried for someone — Very worried, desperate, emotional — Sad, blaming himself, slapping himself, sobbing

Ep 38 : Depressed, crying

Gui Bai

Ep 4 : Falls down from his horse, caught in a net

Ep 14 : Hit by a dart in the shoulder, treated, heavy breathing, was poisoned, passes out, concern for him — Wakes up in bed, wincing in pain

Ep 16 : Really drunk, sprawled on the floor, helped to sit up, given water — Fighting, cut — Injury treated

Ep 33 : Shot by a poisoned arrow, vision blurry, unsteady, bleeding from the mouth, collapses, unconscious — Treated in bed, unconscious, shivering, feverish, concern for him, in pain, delirious

Ep 34 : Recovering in bed

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m-s-justice · 10 months

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Warning for Unpopular Opinion:

I kinda hate Primis Richtofen

As a character, he's fantastic. But if I were to ever cross paths with him, he would be on the receiving end of at least 28 stab wounds.

Strap in for another Long Fucking Textpost.

I have three main gripes with the guy.

1. How he treats Victis/The Rest of Primis

Richtofen manipulates Victis into doing his dirty work, actively putting their lives in danger by siccing Undead Ultimis Richtofen on them, and then puts them on ice in a parallel to his Ultimis self doing the same thing to his teammates. Not to mention Victis is frozen in a HELL POCKET DIMENSION. And EVEN THEN, he’s not even the one to wake them up; it’s Ultimis Richtofen, likely prompted by Primis Nikolai.

As for how he treats his team, holy shit. He deceives them the entire cycle. Sure, he didn’t technically lie to them, but omission of information is just as bad. The other three had no idea what they were walking into. They didn’t expect to have to kill themselves. And that’s the fucking thing. They didn’t sign up for this. Richtofen clearly never asked if the other three wanted to live in Agartha with him. Richtofen never considered that they have lives of their own, outside of the cycle. Richtofen considered his own goals above the lives of his team. In ZnS one of his opening lines is “Do you trust me, [whichever of the three he is talking to]?”, to which both Dempsey and Takeo respond that they feel like they have no choice but to and Nikolai who basically says no. And yet, RIchtofen keeps charging ahead, doing “what he has to”. Sure, he ensured that they didn’t get wiped from existence, nevermind the fact that they wouldn’t have even been in danger of that without Richtofen leading them there. Instead, Richtofen leads them in a fucking circle. They’re going to do the same song and dance, forever. Now, no matter how much personal beef I have with BO4’s writing, it’s implied that the only way peace could ever be achieved is through the Motherfuckers’ deaths. Accepting his own death is something Richtofen could never do, we even see it happen. When he dies in Blood, it’s not graceful. Rather than subject himself to death, he instead has everyone go through something arguably worse, a never-ending loop of suicide by proxy. What the actual fuck.

2. Dimensional collapse

Richtofen lets Dimension 63 (Morg City [SoE]) get eaten by Apothicons. To give him some credit, there’s probably not a lot he could’ve done by himself. Apothicons are known for gobbling down dimensions like rednecks at a pie eating contest. But also. There was Keeper intervention. Maybe let the Keeper use the Incredibly Powerful, yet Loosely Defined MacGuffin #52 to save the dimension before swooping in, stealing the Key, and then dipping? I don’t know man, the general lack of remorse in his actions, the whole “I have a universe to set right” line before dooming the entire place just rubs me the wrong way.

3. General Assholery

Richtofen is a bit of an arrogant prick. The apparent reason the others can’t peek at the Big Book of Plot Convenience is because they’re too stupid. He also refuses to answer any of their questions. No wonder the other three don’t trust him, what with his complete and utter lack of transparency and his compulsive need to beat around every goddamn bush in the Forest of Equivocation.

On a slightly different note, there’s one quote of his that stood out to me. It’s a start of session conversation with Takeo.

Takeo: “I fear that denying Dempsey the chance to better understand himself may have… consequences.”

Richtofen: “Even had he been conscious before his death, I do not believe that Dempsey had any… great knowledge to impart.”

What the hell. My Brother in CoD, you made him that way. An alternate you literally experimented on and tortured him and then froze him taking away all autonomy from him. Not only that, you selected that dimension. You chose that specific Dempsey. If you wanted a "smart” Dempsey, then literally go anywhere else and murder him instead. Holy fucking shit. And Primis Dempsey is also there. Mourning himself. And you’re out here insulting a dead man that you murdered behind his back. Richtofen did murder him; Dempsey was coerced into doing it. Even fucking worse, is that Dempsey confesses to Nikolai that he’s starting to trust Richtofen. The one thing Richtofen wants most and he doesn’t deserve it.

However, the actual worst part is that nothing comes from Dempsey not being able to properly meet with his other self. Dempsey pulls himself together by himself, which is very admirable, but does have the unfortunate outcome of confirming Richtofen’s position. There were no ramifications. That Dempsey was simply an idiot who had nothing of worth to contribute, other than his death.

PART 4: END OF POST WHERE I SAY MORE RANDOM BULLSHIT IN A SLIGHTLY INCREASED INCOHERENT WAY AS A MOCKERY OF A CONCLUSION

Ok now to preface this I’m not attacking anybody who interprets Primis Richtofen differently. He's a fictional character and other people viewing art in a different way than me will not cramp my style.

I do think that he genuinely loved his friends and wanted the best for all of them. The way he goes about it is just one of the worst ways possible. Comedically terrible, falling on his face, fucking Looney Tunes-ing it up.

Simultaneously, however, I think at his core, Richtofen is a selfish character. And that’s shown in both version’s actions. Ultimis is pretty blatant in his egoistic pursuits. I spent the entire post pretty much draggin Primis in the mud, so I’m not going to repeat myself.

To end this: I hate him so much I want to rip him to pieces. But I also really like him as a character, so I would sitch him back together. And then his insufferable face would send me into an irrepressible rage and I’d shred him again. Rinse and repeat.

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Susan Eisenberg's tweet thread about the late Kevin Conroy.

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As a Bisaya—speaking Filipino, I am very happy to see this representation in Craig of the Creek. In bisaya, we call bless as amin and I am really loving that. I hope to see more of this in cartoons and shows.

Translation of Lola’s (Grandma in English) lines:

Lola: May ra na sila sa sunod nga salida.— That’s just good until the next episode.(Some elderly people like to watch afternoon and evening telenovelas and are very invested in it.) Lola: Oy, kagwapo! Imo ning boypren? — Oh, how handsome. Is he your boyfriend? (This is very signficant as most lolas are teasing to us girls when we let them meet guy friends 😂) I know this isn’t really a topic I usually post in my blog but I just wanted to share

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Thoughts on Project Eden’s Garden

So, I played PEG, the Danganronpa fangame, and I have couple of thoughts.

First of all, it’s really professionally done. If that wasn’t a stated fangame, you wouldn’t be able to tell much of a difference from V3. Voice acting is also good, particularly Tozu’s VA makes fantastic job at making a villain that takes plenty of good things from Monokuma but is still his own unique thing.

The prologue trial over a dummy from a past event is a good introduction. It serves well as a demo case and establishes the main players of the cast. Even though Eva is more active during pre-crime portion, but Grace and Wolfgang do make a strong impression. Ulysses was also good, and everyone else was alright. But the case was too small to have everyone a chance to shine. But they do an interesting collection of DR-like characters.

My mixed feelings are with the protagonist. I do appreciate the idea of having an anti-hero, which is a good change of pace, but Damon… The writers are following the outline that was used for other, more pure, Ronpa’s heroes, and it doesn’t work that well with Damon. Particularly, we didn’t get any early detail about their past, which wasn’t that necessary, because most of them were using an everyman archetype. But Damon is supposed to be successful, which makes him arrogant, but we know nothing about his successes. In the Groundhog Day Murray plays similar archetype of a somewhat successful guy that let too much get into his head, but he does have a clearly established success of working for the local TV. Damon narrates about his past successes, but gives no specifics that establish his reason to think of himself highly. He comes quite ignorant, being unaware of Wenona, the actual elitist top dog of the group.

He does improve during the debate, being able to keep his cool through it. I like also the side he shows if you use Pathos. Damon acknowledges that Wolfgang maybe isn’t making the most convincing argument, but he is the only one experienced with actual crimes, on an Ultimate level, so him stating that 28 stab wounds is obviously too fucking extreme for self-defense means something. This side of Damon shows he respects genuine talent and is capable of recognizing proper authority on a particular subject, even if he could’ve undermined them with arguments. It’s especially good moment, because it depends on the player.

But the dude still knows nothing about tact. I understand that he is shocked like everyone else, when the Killing Game is revealed, and I agree that people shouldn’t forget about being realistic in such scenarios. And I agree with him that he has contributed more to the debate than the commie who thought the gun was the murder weapon. But there were other situations where Ultimate Debater showed no tact whatsoever, while the guy should have some knowledge on swaying people to his side.

It’s fine to have a MC that needs to learn his lesson, but we still need to understand from where MC is coming from. Like, Damon has an experience with some Ultimate Pointless Talent that has was just using his fame to encourage his supporters to attacks those that criticize him. Maybe Damon ended up beaten up, for making a perfectly sound a logical critique of that Ultimate. Which is why he despises violence and undeserved recognition, and sees that Ultimate in every other that is in ‘noncontributing to the society’ category. This is why ‘we are Ultimates, therefore we all are here to improve the world!’ makes him unable to stop from being condescending. It’s just an example, it doesn’t have to be a tragic backstory, but it has to be something. Other example is showing Damon genuinely hard working to be able to contribute to the society, while seeing other Ultimate peers just enjoying fruits of their fame after they got their titles.

Overall, I appreciate the production values and the writing, but the novel anti-hero protagonist could have a bit better introduction.

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“Jason,” Catherine says tiredly, even though she knows he can’t hear her, “sweetheart, baby boy, that isn’t food.”

Jason, blissfully oblivious, continues stirring the radioactive orange powder into the...Scooby-Doo-shaped...pasta. She wants to scream. It won’t help, won’t even get the lights to flicker, but still.

The dog jumps up on the counter, tail wagging, and snuffles at Jason’s elbow. Catherine sighs and scrubs at her face.

“Don’t let him eat that,” she pleads. “He has vegetables in the fridge. I saw them. He can eat those.”

Lemon, who always gets a bite of the non-nutritious crap, ignores her.

Watching him is just going to enrage her, and she leaves in a huff.

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Jason is very much the type to:

-headbutt someone

-stab them

and

-kick them down a flight of stairs

only to turn right around and go, hand-to-heart, 'I didn't lay a finger on him.'

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Ethan: Don't worry, Rose! Daddy's coming! D:

Me, who ran out of bullets immediately and had to resort to the knife: DADDY'S GONNA CUT SO MANY BITCHES.

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Angels, Lend Me Your Might

It doesn’t matter how many years he does this job, or how many Robins Bats drags into this (any number over ‘zero’ is too damn high): there are few things more creepy and unsettling than a blood-spattered child.

Robin the Second looks a bit like his predecessor, sure. Acts like him too, sometimes–when Robin the First initially showed up, the kid was an absolute hellion. This one’s a little less touchy, but when he does get pissed off…

He’s not pissed off anymore. He’s just standing quietly in the middle of the room, red staining his face and neck and clothes, staring off into space. Three men are trussed up in the corner, surrounded by glass from the broken window, and Batman is nowhere in sight.

And.

And there’s a body, a little girl, clearly dead, clearly strangled, on the bed.

“Gimme a minute, Martinez,” he murmurs. “‘Kay?”

Martinez looks at the men and the girl and the kid and just sighs.

“Christ.”

Indeed.

Harvey steps into the room, into Robin’s space, and risks putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Hey, punkass,” he says gently. “What happened here?”

Robin shudders, still staring off, and murmurs, “They didn’t stop. She. She was. She was crying.”

Harvey’s got his own private little theories about Robin. Most of them aren’t Disney-approved.

“Are you hurt?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Yeesh.

“Lemme check. If Bats gets here and you’re bleeding out, it’s my ass.”

Sometimes, that prompts a smile. Not today. Harvey shifts his toothpick over a little more and pulls out his flashlight.

Most of the blood appears to be from a head wound; just a split, up on his hairline. Some of it isn’t his, but glancing over at the men in the corner turns up broken noses and head wounds of their own. One of them also has three fingers that are so badly broken the bones are sticking out.

Harvey will be deeply unsurprised when it turns out that’s the guy who strangled the girl on the bed.

“You be honest with me,” he says. “No stabs, no shots, no nothing?”

“Mm-mm.”

“You swear?”

“On my future grave.” He gets a smile at last, but it’s a cold, broken thing. “One of ‘em caught me with a pipe, that’s all.”

Harvey’s pretty sure he’s concussed, but that’s more Batman’s problem.

“I catch you lying, I’ll put you in that grave,” he says instead. “Anyone else here?”

“No.”

“Batman coming?”

“I’m s’posed to meet him.” Robin shrugs and pulls away, scrubbing his arm across his face and only spreading the blood further. “M’fine. Why’re you lookin’ at me like that.”

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It takes Bruce a few minutes to register what's different in this room, but when he does, he has to laugh.

No one's here to see. It's fine.

Three things are missing from Jason's childhood bedroom. A well-thumbed copy of Frankenstein, the black lighter Bruce let him keep because 'I do light candles, y'know', and the red electric guitar that had been the absolute bane of his existence since Jason got it for his birthday.

He'd been good. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he liked to practice loud, angry songs when he was mad at Bruce and when Bruce was trying to work, be it as Batman or at the office. To make matters worse, this had been an Alfred-sanctioned activity ('the boy needs a day hobby, Master Bruce'), which meant that, frankly, Bruce had been forced to shut up and cope.

The only place those thing would be is Jason's apartment. He's a little curious, and a little hopeful, as to why Jason had come to reclaim his guitar. Maybe Batman will just...poke his head by, later. Just for a minute.

***

"--really, really rusty," Jason's saying. He's talking to the grey dog that has it in for pretty much everyone that has ever knocked on the window. "And, uh, broken, so you don't get to make fun of me if I sound like a guy with a fork stuck in his uvula."

That's very specific and Bruce wishes it weren't.

Jason's blue skeleton plugs in the guitar and spends a few seconds fiddling with it. The dog, who is sprawled on the couch, doesn't seem impressed.

"This one goes out to Batman, who lurks outside my apartment like a creep when he could just knock on the door like a civilized person."

Oh, no.

There's a stark, strong opener before a woman's voice screams, "BACK FROM THE DEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

Well, Bruce thinks, some things have not changed.

That said, Jason might be rusty, but he's doing all right.

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Jim says it's been "28 days" since they had to run bc they killed Jackie's husband. So like since Stede hadn't been to Jackie's island I think he'd have had the crew for what?? For Jim and Oluwande to get to where he recruited them? 3 weeks by the first ep maybe. The timeline is insane he's been a captain for like a month before Ed shows up, then it's two weeks before Izzy leaves I think so... he got replaced by a guy that's been on a ship a month and a half tops... I'd try to murder Stede too lmao no wonder he thinks Stede's doing something to control Ed on purpose that's a 180° personality shift in two weeks. He already knows Stede is crafty and "unprofessional" from the thing with the hostages, if he's operating on the assumption that Stede knows he'd be killed if Blackbeard takes his ship (Stede does not know this. Bc he's Stede.) it'd even make sense????? To Izzy??? That Stede was trying to seduce Ed to stay alive??? (Jury's out on how high Izzy's opinion of Stede's manipulation skills are though)

The timeline of this show is bonkers and I'mma use this ask as a jumping-off point for that after I address the Izzy and Stede bits.

I agree that Stede must seem deeply manipulative and also the whole thing is just terrible from Izzy's pov!! This poor dude. Everything went topsy-turvy in a month and a half.

Now, as for the timeline:

We don't see any markers of time in 1x01 or 1x02 from what I can tell, but 1x02 seems to be pretty close after 1x01 considering in 1x01 they take hostages and by 1x03 the hostages are getting 'ripe' but they're not by 1x02, so I can assume that to mean 1x02 is pretty soon after 1x01, and 1x03 has a bit of time before it? But not a lot. Maybe a week.

1x03 has no markers of time either but it falls within a day or so of 1x04, because 1x04 follows directly after, with Stede recovering from his injuries, and Lucius counting down the literal hours until they get horribly murdered by the Spanish.

Now, 1x04 is stated to be September 1st (of a leap year, which. lmao. okay) by Izzy, which Lucius vouches for (never noticed that before), and Lucius says, "The full moon's tomorrow."

They do their lighthouse thing, the sun rises (making it September 2nd) and then the episode ends.

Next episode is the party boat episode. 1x05 they've clearly had time to do several things:

Stede has fully recovered and is no longer holding his guts in when he moves around. He does have a cravat covering his neck early on, so I can't ascertain if his neck is still bruised from the noose, but the fact he's walking and talking utterly normally and is no longer pallid and not visibly in pain tells me his gut wound is mostly healed.

Obviously in the OFMD universe, things are quicker to heal from, and the liver is on the other side of the body, so I guess this is a mirror universe badumtsh, but a cursory google says it will take 8-9 months to recover from being stabbed in the gut. Which, we know isn't how long this is, but it's definitely more than 24hrs.

Besides, unless they somehow go from sitting on the mast eating marmalade to finding a ship and raiding it in less than an hour, and find time to negotiate Ed's teaching of Stede and his crew how to be good pirates (and convince Izzy to participate in that), it's definitely another day and Ed telling Izzy, "I need you here," is September 2nd, but "Note the gusto, Lucius!" is not.

Plus, the voiceover says that Stede has been-- Oh! I found it. "It's been an extraordinary few days of training with Blackbeard's crew." Which means they spent a few days training, but doesn't mean the negotiations of how that will go, setting it up, finding a ship to raid, and Stede recovering didn't take time before that. It's just the training that's been a few days.

Plus, Stede has been teaching Ed about dining and the pageantry of it all, and Ed has already learned enough to parrot "Pageantry!" back at him, which says they've been doing it for a little while.

Then they get the invitation to the party boat, which is an invite to some "stuffy, swanky formal affair tonight".

When Blackbonnet has their "You wear fine things well" moment, this is the framing.

Which is god damn gorgeous and romantic and I love it!

However, that is a full moon, which implies it's been about 27 days since 1x04 and is now October 2nd, ish.

Also, hilariously, the actual full moon was around September 21st in 1717 according to this calendar, but also 1717 was not a leap year, and Oluwande wears crocs, so it's not really all that surprising.

Onwards! 1x06 is the fuckery episode, which, unrelated to the moon, opens with this gorgeous establishing shot:

Honestly stunning. 10/10 production team. Keep doing exactly what you're doing please.

There's no moon to be seen when they're sparring on the deck, so no temporal markers, but we do have Izzy's voiceover where he says, "We've been almost a fortnight aboard The Revenge."

...time is a mess.

So not only did Stede recover fully from his wounds and teach Edward and start to learn from Edward and the whole party boat nonsense happen rapidly, but it all happened in, what, thirteen days?

...no.

I'm honestly going to interpret this as Izzy losing track of time because he's stressed, anxious and upsetti spaghetti about Stede Bonnet existing and that's just how I'm dealing with this headache.

But also, Stede gut-stabs Edward here, and then Edward is fine not long later as though he was never stabbed at all and SHOW PLEASE MY HEAD. Logically this should have a break between the two points, or maybe Ed just has a really high pain tolerance and Roach is just that good a surgeon at sewing him up, but my honest interpretation when I first watched it was there was a break between the sexy gut stabbing and the following storytime and fuckery.

No moon when Ed does his theatre kid thing, and then at least a day or two passes while they plan the fuckery, because of Ed's finger getting infected. I do not think that infection sets in within 8 hours? Correct me if I'm wrong, I'm no doctor.

Plus, it goes day-night-day-night a couple of times. So, a couple of days pass in this episode, I think.

And then, during the fuckery they pull with the fake kraken--

Do my eyes deceive me or is that another fucking full moon?

Okay, we're on at least two months now. It's November 2nd, ish.

I can't get a good shot because it dips in and out of the scene so many times but do you see the bitch in the top left corner during the dual?

do you see it anakin

yeah that's the full moon, so it's November 1-3rd.

1x07, Izzy is gone because the universe has gone topsy fucking turvy and he needs out of this mess of moons and this is the treasure hunt episode. No real temporal signifiers in this episode that I remember, though oranges are in season. I don't... actually know where St Augustine is? When I google it, I get Florida? Which, I suppose it could be? It's on the beach in Florida and there's a large hispanic population in Florida so I assume it is?

Anyway, I asked Google about oranges in Florida:

Florida oranges are plentiful from October through June, although the largest quantities are available from December through May. Fresh Florida grapefruit is shipped from September through June, with the height of the harvest occurring in February.

You know what? I will take it. This doesn't make my brain hurt. Thank you for this one.

Jim leaves to go do vengeancey shit.

1x08 is Calico Jack, who shows up on the day Buttons is 'preparing for tomorrow's moonbathing'.

I can only assume he was naked and moonbathing with Karl while Ed and Stede nearly kissed, and also naked and moonbathing with Karl while Izzy was having his life ruined by a cherry wood mast.

(Also, Stede was stabbed again and would need time to surely recover)

Finally, a moon that isn't full!

Well, one that isn't full at least.

Buttons teases Karl for being late and explicitly says he started the moonbathing without him but the full moon comes tomorrow.

It's now the first days of December.

Which is the night Jack shows up. Next morning he's blowing shit up with Ed and doing whippies and stuff, then they sail to Blind Man's Cove and somehow they just. appear there. it takes them no time at all to get there, though one would assume it would take at least a few days. I suppose they have a TARDIS hidden away.

New headcanon: The Revenge is a TARDIS. Stede is the Doctor.

Furthermore: only one day passes for Jim's subplot.

Truly and hilariously ridiculous. I love this show but my head hurts.

They play around on the beach, then Jack kills Karl and Ed fucks off under the December full moon and the next day they're captured by the English.

They get shipped off to Privateer Academy, leaving Izzy in charge, and they spend a grand total of one night at privateering academy before everything falls apart. Meanwhile, Izzy is captain for what I imagine to be approximately 36 hours before they try to toss him overboard for trying to get them to actually sail the ship.

Also, Ed says this:

And I-- Ed, I know ADHD causes a weirdness with time, but honey there have been many, several full moons. MANY FULL MOONS.

(ed and izzy can just be otp: i think a week is a month and no one can tell me different)

I feel like this is a full moon and at this point I think the show is fucking with me. It isn't shown while Edward is in his dinghy though, so I am choosing to ignore it.

Somehow Stede manages to get from the Privateering Academy back to Barbados, and Ed from the academy back to the Revenge, in the time it takes them to poorly bind Izzy to toss him overboard.

Then, in 1x10, an anon said Ed moped for three days? I'm not sure where three days came from, and I don't have time to pick through every dialogue scene in 1x10, so I'm taking anon's word for it.

Meanwhile Mary has, since Stede left, built an entire life, painted dozens if not hundreds of pieces, gotten herself a new partner who her children call 'father', and Louis has completely forgotten Stede ever existed.

...in 5 weeks.

Nooooooooo.

And also, Jim is back.

Jim was gone a grand total of, if we're following the dialogue-rendered timeline, about 48 hours, and somehow made it back on board the Revenge while Izzy was captain, without anyone noticing and all the way from St Augustine and later the Pirate Republic.

I have so many questions.

And then in what seems to be about 3-4 days, Stede makes things right with his wife and Ed goes totally off the deep end!

That better not be moon glow.

We don't see any more temporal signifiers and I'm taking that as a blessing because if I see one more full moon I'm going to scream.

So, my take: it's either been 3-4 months since the show started and 3-ish months since Ed came aboard (five, if we allow for the gut stabbings but we aren't going to do that, so three)

or it's been about three weeks and pirates have romantic full moons every other day.

Take your pick!

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Doctor Hanahaki - The Memories that Never Return [28]

Doctor Hanahaki Prequel: Whumptober Spinoff

Whumptober day 28: Bloody Knife, Lyric Prompt.

We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now

The second Kiyoko left the hospital, she took off her badge and buried it into her purse, looking around and waving at the security guard before hustling to her car which was parked a bit far from the main entrance. She was slightly late and couldn't get her usual parking spot, knowing fully well she would regret it having the night shift.

People were creeps, Kiyoko knew that.

"Drive home safe, Kiyoko," the security guard, Tanaka, grinned, Kiyoko nodding and hurried to her car. Her feet were quick as she held her bag close, the safety of lights and security fading as she neared closer and closer to her car. Almost, almost, almost-

"Now what do we have here?"

Fuck.

Kiyoko turned around, a man towering over her standing in between her and her car. A knife in his hand, intentions clear to see. "Can I get to my car?"

"What? It's late to be all alone. Let me take you home, sweetheart-"

"Fuck off," Kiyoko stepped back, quickly pulling out her phone. She's had guys follow her before, some getting close, but she would always make it to her car in time, always make it to other people in time. Her eyes widened at the realization the knife was slowly getting closer to her. They were never armed. "Leave me alone."

"Now, it's not nice to curse like that. It's not very-"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Who was that? Her savior, it appeared. Kiyoko turned around to see the security guard she passed by every day, every shift, standing behind her with his arms crossed. It was all within a moment, the world slowed down as her hope was replaced by terror, Tanaka racing past Kiyoko and tackling the hunter to the ground.

Silence.

Kiyoko quickly unlocked her car and dove into the passenger's seat, the closest door to her. Locking the door behind her and watching as Tanaka very quickly did... something. Pressure point to make him pass out, she assumed. She remembers him telling her he learned from his sister and-

Why is there blood on the ground?

Tanaka stood up over the body, taking a few steps back before promptly swaying and falling against the car door, sliding to the ground until he was out of her field of view. "Tanaka?" Kiyoko opened the car window, panicked at the sight. The attacker, passed out on the ground in restraints, a bloody knife on the cement, and red streaks of blood on her car leading towards Tanaka, clutching his stomach and breathing haphazardly. "Oh my god," she went to the wound, putting pressure on it before assessing her situation. Before she was a nurse, she was an EMT, she knew what she was doing. "He... He stabbed you?!"

"...It does appear that way," Tanaka chuckled before wincing in pain, his eyes glazed and weary. Despite the travesty of the situation, they were both experts in their field, they knew better. Tanaka put most of his weight against the car, using whatever energy he had to bring himself upright (with Kiyoko's support.) "Shit, fuck, I- that's gonna leave a scar."

Kiyoko quickly brought her arm under Tanaka to support him, opening the door to her car and sitting him inside. At least the drive to the emergency room would take about 30 seconds from where she was parked. "How did you know he was following me?"

"I saw him go after you," Tanaka was forcing a smile, and it became painfully obvious how much he was trying to force a front. "Had to... stop him. God that hurts like hell, that definitely hit something important."

"Shut up, it'll make it worse."

"You're pretty."

What?

Kiyoko was in front of the emergency room when she slammed the breaks, whipping her head to see Tanaka with a pale face, his panic fading as the blood continued to pour. It left her speechless as she got out of the car and ran to the other side, other medics bringing a wheelchair to get him into the emergency room as soon as possible. "Oh- that was a shitty thing to say when you almost got attacked. I just..." his words started to slur and blinks lasted so much longer than what they should. "If I don't make it... I wanted you to know," he pressed his hand against the wound, that smile that made Kiyoko laugh in the halls as present as ever. "...Wanted you to know that you're really pretty. Inside and out."

Oh... that's who he was forcing the front for.

#whumptober2023 #no.28 #bloody knife #We might not make it to the morning so go on and tell me now #fandom #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #fanfiction #being a woman is hard #doctor hanahaki prequel #kiyoko shimizu #haikyuu kiyoko #tanaka ryuunosuke #haikyuu tanaka

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cozy-kitty-corner · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 2 - short story as a fic for Trigun. Not in the fandom, but requested for my friend(I’m aware this isn’t really SBI but it fits)

Day 1: I just made it to college today. Hopefully I won’t have to deal with an annoying roommate. They’ll probably be getting here tomorrow. I have orientation at 7:30 tomorrow, this college fucking sucks…

Day 2: My roommate got here today. His name is Knives. He took over most of the room immediately, there’s no space for my things. I don’t think I can even study like this, he’s been here for 5 hours and hasn’t turned off his music once. And it’s 22:00. And to make it worse, he’s some sort of school celebrity… his parents have money or something

Day 5: I don’t know how long I can deal with this, I’ve asked him to turn off his music multiple times, I have to clean up after him constantly to keep this place from being a radioactive site, I don’t get any privacy because of all of the people he brings back to the dorm… I’m going to fail all of my classes if things keep going like this.

Day 15: I found a place to study in the library, and I haven’t seen anyone else there. Hopefully I’ll be able to exist there in peace, seeing as this guy pretty much follows me everywhere I go. It’s a little hidden library room, and at least one person has to know it’s there, seeing as there’s a hamster in there.

Day 28: It’s been almost a month with this guy, and every second of it that I’ve spent around him has been hell. To make matters worse, I have some sort of cold… my lungs hurt constantly. On the bright side, I’ve decided to name the hamster Meryl. She likes me.

Day 43: My cold hasn’t gone away, it’s only getting worse. And it feels like I can’t stop thinking about this guy, he’s horrible, I hate him I hate him I hate him. I hate how he looks so stupidly perfect all the time, I hate how everyone loves him, I hate how he never worries, I hate how he *never cares.*

Day 50: I can’t believe it’s almost been two months. Meryl is the only thing keeping me sane at this point.

Day 51: Meryl is gone. Knives is allergic to hamsters, and he followed me to the room when my side of our dorm kept giving him allergic reactions. I want to kill him. And my chest hurts constantly.

Day 62: I coughed up blood today. It had Hyacinth and Marigold petals mixed in… but it doesn’t matter, I might actually be able to kill Knives.

Day 66: I got excused from class today. It doesn’t bother me, I want to know how Knives looks with his namesake drawing lines of blood across his chest.

Day 70: I tried to go to class today, because I was feeling a bit better. They sent me to the nurse after I collapsed trying to lift a water bottle. Knives checked in on me today. He said he wanted to check that I was doing on, and that he was worried. I don’t know what he thinks his lies will achieve. I threw up an entire flower head today. There were thorns on it.

Day 73: My throat is being torn apart. I can barely breathe.

Day 78: Knives broke my lamp today. I’m going to kill him.

Day 80: I’m in a classroom right now. I can barely move my hand, but I have to write this last entry. There are flowers in my lungs. There are flowers in my lungs and Knives is bleeding from 3 stab wounds in his leg. I can’t move enough to prevent him from putting a torniquet on it. I hope he dies like the verm

Day 80 - Knives: Wolfwood is dead. I don’t know what I did to make him hate me, but he is. He screamed something about flowers at me, and threw some up after he stabbed me. I don’t know what’s happening anymore.

#trigun #fanfic #writers on tumblr #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood #millions knives

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streaming-yn · 2 years

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[not an actual request it just reminded me of forgetful!yn]

So I saw this one thing and it was

“Let’s just agree to forget about this, ok?”

“I don’t want to forget! I’m tired of forgetting!”

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(Ps I saw it on @/givethispromptatry here on tumblr check them out they got good stuff)

holy shit holy shit holy shit

warnings: angst, c!sam, lore spoilers for 11/27(I think? 28?), uhh death, killing, blood, c!ranboo death, grief in great detail, idk I cried once while making this so u might, stuff of that sort, also it's late and I'm not rereading it rn so if there are any mistakes then that's why lmao

@givethispromptatry angst prompt

notes: if you see this and your new pls remember that y/n is a minor and their relationship w tech (+ every1 else) is strictly platonic, don't make it weird !

"..ve me your armor ranboo." you heard commotion and made your way over but that comment from sam made you start running in that direction. "he has Micheal." you pick up your pace and jump off the ledge of earth, sliding down the steep side of bare dirt, causing a cloud of dirt along with rocks roll down the hill behind you. "Techno, I'll kill him." you look up to see ranboo, unarmored next to sam. "NO!" you screamed as loud as you could and tried tripling your pace, falling as your foot caught a dip in the ground you didn't see in your haste.

"ranboo's just my hostage! he's just my hostage" Sam replied to techno, rather casually. "DON'T! DON'T! DON'T DO IT PLEASE HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING" you yelled desperately trying to untangle your boots from the weeds they tangled in during your fall, tears have started developing and your mind was violent static wit only the word "don't" repeating.

"I'm going to kill him." you abandoned your boots and run across the scene to Sam and ranboo. Sam stabbed ranboo through his chest right before you could reach him. your fingertips touched the shoulder of his tux jacket as blood seeped from his chest.

you touched him just as his life left. you halted, the sand causing you to drift a little, as you clutched ranboo's sleeve, pulling his body to you as you knelt down. if your brother was to be heartlessly killed, you would make sure to at least give him a peaceful fall.

you cradle his head and helplessly try to cover the wound, knowing well that he's dead before you could even grab his sleeve, but believing is the horrid hope that it would work anyway. then, his body flared into red fractles before the small red shapes faded to black, then nothing. he was gone, your brother was dead because of Sam.

you looked up from your kneeling position at Sam, glaring at him with all the power you could muster, hoping your weakness didn't show. ranboo's blood still dropped from the enchanted blade to the sand in your peripheral vision. "Sam." you stated, voice steadier than expected.

"y/n." the slow pace of your sadness turning to rage quickened at the sound of Sam's voice. "did you see that? do you even have any IDEA what you've just done?!" you voice got louder, stronger, as you lifted yourself back to standing.

"YOU JUST KILLED RANBOO." you sharply adjusted your right foot closer to the killer in a threatening stance. "DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED? THE PARTICLES WERE BLACK BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED! YOU," you hit his armored chest as an accusatory action, "JUST KILLED RANBOO," you straightened out glaring the creeper hybrid down to bedrock, "PERMANENTLY."

if looks could kill, Sam would have lost all three lives he had left. "I didn't know he's was on his last life, I sw-" "would you have still done it if you knew?" you blinked rapidly, keeping the tears at bay, but maintaining eye contact. you both waited in silence for a few more seconds before you broke it, "that's what I thought. you aren't the good guy here, stop acting like it."

"y/n I j-" "stop. you're worse than DREAM. BECAUSE AT LEAST DREAM HAD MOTIVES BEHIND HIS ACTIONS" you shook your head, throwing your arm out, referring to the area where dream stood before escaping. "I DID! DREAM- DREAM NEEDS TO GET BACK INSIDE THE PRISION!"

"bullshit." "excuse me?" "I SAID BULLSHIT. THATS BULLSHIT! TECHNO TOLD YOU DREAM DIDNT CARE, THAT YOU HAD THE WRONG GUY! DREAM HIMSELF TOLD YOU HE DIDNT CARE! SO WHY RANBOO?" you unsheathed your sword but kept it in an unthreatening state, but gripped the hilt with force. you were doing enough threatening by yourself, if you added a sword he would likely attack.

passed the point of crying, you were smiling because you didn't know what else you could do. "I TOLD TECHNO TO GET DREAM BACK!" "AND YOU THINK HE'D LISTEN TO ANYONE AFTER HE GOT OUT OF THAT HELLHOLE? HE WAS IN THERE FOR ALMOST A YEAR, HES NOT GOING BACK UNLESS PHYSICALLY FORCED. EVEN I KNOW THAT!" you raised you sword a little.

"you don't want to do that." Sam warned. you laughed, mocking him "or what? you'll kill me like you did my brother? with the same blade that still has his blood on it?"

Sam sighed "just- let's just agree to forget about this, ok?" you halted, staring at him in bewilderment, before glaring, again.

you readied your sword to swing, "NO! I DONT WANT TO FORGET! IM- IM TIRED OF FORGETTING!" you broke down as your knees gave way to your grief "I DONT WANT TO FORGET ANYMORE IM TIRED IM TIRED IM TIRED! IM NOT FORGETTING ANYMORE."

you used your sword to haul yourself up again, getting in a position to attack once again, except anyone could physically see the emotions running through you. you stance was off, you were shaking, barely able to keep you sword up, your grip looked like it could shatter wood, your knees were weak and your eyes were wild as you ignored the salty water burning you face and neck.

you were about to swing before techno stopped your blade, holding it still with his hand. it took the weight of the sword from your hands, only when he let go did you realize how truly exhausting it was to hold it up, so you let it, and your arm, drop. you turned to techno and fell forward, he caught you, you arms dangled at your side as you sword dragged the ground. you stared at the ground a few seconds more before closing you eyes, willing the tears to halt.

you shook you head and stood back up and put your sword away with a deep breath. techno started to lead you away, you made one last comment twords Sam without turning to look at him. "I will be back to take your life, warden."

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Jealousy Blossomed our Relationship

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic. I picked this GIF cause he looked hot.

Pairings: Bryan Dechart x Male reader

Requested: Yes or No?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: jealous Bryan, detective kink, rough smut, bottom male reader, top Bryan, death threats (Not really), and maybe yandere Bryan-

Word Count: 3168

Summary: Who would’ve thought, M/n and Bryan’s relationship started through jealousy and sex.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad. And sorry for any errors that were present.

If you like what I write, how about checking my masterlist.

Keys:

M/n: Male name

F/d: favourite drink

C/n: Character name

C/J: Color Jacket

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE, DISRESPECT, OR HARM TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES! THIS IS JUST FICTION.

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This is basically a yandere fic. But without any deaths.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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“28 STAB WOUNDS! YOU DIDN’T LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH?! DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN!” Bryan said, yelling into the microphone with headphones on. And doing hand motions to mimic what Connor would be doing in the game.

‘That’s hot.’ you thought, looking at Bryan. Also, trying to hold in your laughter. ‘This is going to be a meme one day.’ you thought.

“Please, please leave me alone.” the other actor said, whimpering. Voice cracking a little.

“I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT?” Bryan was getting into it. He had been saying the same thing 5 times till it was perfect.

“Please, stop.” the actor said, voice cracking again. “CUT. Great job Bryan! You guys can go on break,” the director (?) said over the speaker in the room.

“That was nice, Bryan!” You said, complimenting his acting. He gave you his famous smile. “Why thank you, M/n. Say, when will you appear? In the game.” Bryan said, tilting his head to the right.

“Aw, you want me to be with you? Don’t worry, I’ll be in the next chapter,” you said the first part in a cooed voice. Bryan blushed a little from you.

“Uh, yeah… sorry I have to go.” Bryan stammered, walking away from you. ‘What happened?’ you didn’t have a clue on what just happened.

You shrugged it off and went on with your day. From the corner, Bryan’s heart was beating rapidly. He always had feelings for you. But was too much of a pussy to confess. ‘One day. One day, I’ll get the courage.’

He walked from the corner to follow you into the break room. You were there talking with the voice actor for Gavin Reed (AKA racist against androids), Neil Newbon. You both were laughing while eating and drinking for f/d.

(Neil is also the voice actor for Karl Heisenberg in Resident Evil. Daddy KARL-)

Bryan looked at you two with envy. He poked his cheek with his tongue out of jealousy. He clicked his tongue before interrupting your and his conversation.

“Hey, M/n! Oh, hey Neil.” Bryan said, smiling at you, but that dropped when he turned to Neil. Neil took notice of this but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Bryan!” you smiled and waved at him before returning to eat. “Hey to you too,” Neil replied but was ignored instead. Bryan paid no attention to him, only you have his attention.

There was tension between the two males. The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t take notice.

“So, how are you doing?” Bryan said, putting his chin on his hand. He looked at you with love in his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Well, I’m doing good! I can’t wait to start the next one!” you exclaimed with eagerness. “I can’t wait for you to be in it,” Bryan replied with a smile. (?)

You and Bryan talked most of the break. Neil just sat there being the third wheel. Which was awkward, well it’s awkward to everyone to be a third wheel. ‘Bryan shows up out of nowhere and decides to IGNORE me and TAKE m/n attention from me!’ Neil looked at you both in jealousy.

Neil likes it when you give your attention. But he doesn’t like you that. He just wants attention.

The break was almost over, but Bryan had one more thing to ask. “So, M/n. Have you been dating anyone recently?” Bryan said, hoping that you’re still free. Maybe Bryan is getting the courage to ask you out.

“Uh, no… I’m not dating anyone currently,” you mumbled nervously. Playing with your fingers, but Bryan was ecstatic about it.

‘Maybe I have a chance after all!’ He screamed with excitement. You noticed how Bryan was happy about you not dating anyone?

‘Why is he happy about me not dating anyone?’ you thought as Bryan was doing some kind of victory dance. He stopped after noticing you’re looking at him weirdly. Neil just didn’t say anything.

You always had a crush on the tall brown-haired male, but you always thought he had a thing for Amelia. Since they’re always together. (they are good together! Again, this is fiction)

You were about to say something before the director (?) came in. “Alright, everyone! The break is over, we’ll be working on finishing the chapter then we’ll move to the next one.”

Everyone nodded before leaving the break room and going back to doing what they planned to do.

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Y’all worked for 8-12 hours to do the chapter. Now, it was time for you to join in on the fun.

- “Excuse me. Do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?” Bryan said, in his Connor’s voice.

- “Depends on where he was the night before… If we’re lucky, we’ll see him before noon.”

- “Thanks.” Now, this is where you come in.

- “Who are you? And why are you on Lieutenant Anderson’s desk?”

- “Huh? Oh. Who are you? And the name is C/h. Hank’s son. Now, answer my question, ``Who are you?”

- “My name is Connor sent by Cyberlife. I’m here to assist in the Deviant cases.”

- “Mmm.”

- “I thought Lieutenant Anderson only had one son? He never mentioned you.”

- “After Cole’s death, he cut all ties with me. And I’m here to visit him to try and reconnect with him. And maybe give him a piece of my mind.”

- “He told me about his death. The reason he dislikes Androids.” (Is that the reason?)

- “Well, don’t worry, detective, I don’t hate your kind.” When you said, “detective” that made something switch on.

“CUT. Okay, that was great, but can I get that one more time?” The director (?) said, through the speaker.

Y’all did it until it came out perfect and ready to be used in the game. After 5 hours (IDK how long it takes) of doing the same thing over and over, it was finally perfect.

“Alright, everyone! That was perfect. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” The director said, bidding everyone goodbye.

You took off the headphones and proceeded to the door. “Hey, Bryan! That was really fun! Can’t wait to continue tomorrow.” you said, grabbing your stuff.

“I always have fun whenever it's with you,” Bryan mumbled under his breath. “What was that? Say that again?”

“I- Uh-” Bryan fumbled over his words. He was blushing hard and his ears turned red. “I gotta go,” he said, running off. “Uh-? What happened?” you said, confused. He did the same thing early.

“Mmm, not sure. He’s been acting weird lately. More than usual.” Neil said next to you. He was confused as much as you. ``Also ignored me and sent me a glare whenever I was near M/n.”

“Come on m/n. It’s time to go.” Neil said from the door. “Okay, I’m coming!”

Meanwhile in one of the bathrooms.

“WHY! WHY!” Bryan yelled. His voice echoed in the empty male’s bathroom. He slammed his fist on the sink counter.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His left/or right eye twitched, veins popping out, and his face red with anger.

“Calm down, Bryan, calm down,” Bryan said to himself, trying to calm down his breathing. He took deep breaths in and out. Inhaling and exhaling. “My time will come…”

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Bryan walked outside into the neighbouring park. Taking in the fresh morning air, trees sway in the wind. He was wearing a black jacket with black pants. (Totally not creepy, am I right?)

The place was usually empty during this time of the day. But there were people still out like parents and their children. Bryan could hear the laughter and cries of kids in the distance.

He then found himself staring at the children playing in the playground. They were playing around and chasing each other.

Bryan laughs to himself. ‘I wonder what I and m/n would be like with kids… Well, adopted.’ he said to himself. But Bryan had to leave, he looked really shady.

Bryan left the playground and walked around a little more. He had to go soon but then he saw you.

You were wearing C/J and jeans. He was gonna go talk to you but then, he saw someone else with you. It was Neil. ‘WHY MUST HE RUIN EVERYTHING?!?!’ Bryan growled.

He decides to listen in on your conversation. He hid behind a tree to watch.

Y’all weren’t talking about anything interesting or something that would worry Bryan. He thought he has hiding good, but Neil noticed him.

Neil could see the love in Bryan’s eyes. Now he understands why Bryan acts weirder than usual and why he was sometimes aggressive towards him. Bryan was jealous. ‘I’m gonna have some fun.’ Neil smirked at Bryan.

“You know, you really cute today, M/n⁓,” Neil said, touching your soft hair. Your eyes widened and blushed a little.

“W-what? I-... don’t know what to say.” you stammered, jaw dropped. This continued, Bryan was fuming with anger. He gave Neil a death glare from behind the tree. Neil just smirked before grabbing your hand and taking you away.

‘THAT BITCH!’

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Bryan was slowly losing it. His anger was about to burst in all its fury.

Neil continued and continued to flirt with you whenever Bryan was near or listening. Neil would just smirk at him. ‘It’s like he knows!’ Bryan was going to give Neil a piece of his mind.

It was another day of successful progress on Detroit: Become Human. But to Bryan, it was awful. Neil kept stealing you away. Bryan had to do something. And no, it doesn’t involve murder… probably.

Neil was sitting on his couch scrolling through Tiktok, watching people being absolute idiots. Then he heard the doorbell ringing.

“Ugh!” He complained, not wanting to get up. He got up and walked to the door, opened it. There was nothing there but a letter. “Huh?” Neil picked it up and walked back inside, closing the door.

Neil stared at the envelope before tearing it open. In the envelope was a detailed drawn picture of Connor and Gavin. But it showed Connor stabbing the hell out of Gavin. ‘Well the picture is beautiful but the subject is horrible. Can draw better than me.’

Then there was another piece of paper, “STAY AWAY FROM M/N! HE’S MINE!” it said in big red letters.

Neil wasn’t stupid, he knew who send it. Who plays Connor? Bryan. “I’m gonna have to talk to him tomorrow,” Neil said, throwing the letter away and leaving the picture on the counter.

The Next Day

Bryan was walking before getting pulled by the arm. “What the-” when he looked, it was Neil. Bryan immediately wanted to leave. “Wait, wait! Let’s talk.” Neil pleaded.

Bryan sighed and gave Neil a look that said, ‘Just get on with it.’

“Okay, I know you sent me that letter and that you have feelings for m/n. I have seen the way you look at him. And don’t worry about me, I don’t like him like that. I was just teasing you.” Neil admitted.

Bryan stood there shocked and embarrassed. But he was also relieved to know that Neil didn’t have feelings for m/n. Bryan didn’t want to get his hands… dirty… if that would be the case.

“You should tell him before someone else does. And he also likes you. Heard him moaning your name.” Now, Bryan was even more shocked and blushing.

‘He feels the same! I- I-’ He was having a mental breakdown. Neil patted Bryan on the shoulder, but before leaving, he said, “Oh, he also likes it rough.”

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You noticed that Bryan was acting more thrilled than usual. You then got a text from Bryan.

“Meet me at my place, I have something to tell you.” - Bryan

“Uh, okay?” - M/n

You were suspicious about this. ‘What does he want to talk about?’ but you went to his place either way.

There you are standing at the door waiting for him to answer. Kicking the ground, still waiting for him. Then the door opened, revealing Bryan. “You can come in.” He gestured to you.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You said, sitting on the couch getting comfortable. Making eye contact with him.

“Well, uh…” Bryan was trying to form the words, scratching his head. “Well, you see… I see you more than a friend… and I always liked you… I got jealous whenever Neil would flirt with you.” Bryan said, shaking.

“So, I was wondering… if we could get together? It’s okay if you don’t want to-” Bryan was cut off by you pressing your lips against his. Your soft lips shut him up.

“You can stop your rambling. I like you too. I've liked you. And yes, I accept your confession.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

(SMUT PART)

Bryan smiled before pulling you back into the kiss. He wrapped his somewhat muscular arms around your waist. The kiss then turned into a heated makeout. His tongue was poking your teeth asking for entrance. You gladly did.

His tongue invaded your mouth, you just let it happen. You pulled to get some air, there was a saliva strand connecting both your mouths. Both your eyes were filled with lust and want. Want each other.

“How about we take this to the room?” Bryan said in a deep husky voice. You tighten your hold around his neck signalling a-okay.

He picked you up and carried you to his room. Once there, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. Still in a heated makeout. You both began to strip naked. You admired Bryan’s slim but muscular body. While Bryan did the same.

You left behind love marks and hickeys all over Bryan’s milky white skin with him doing the same. Both claiming ownership of each other.

You began to trace your tongue down Bryan’s chest, down to his pants. Bryan groaned as you inch closer to his beast.

He had a big noticeable bulge. You were impressed by how large it was. ‘I was not expecting this!’ you thought before removing his pants.

Once his pants were out of the way, you could see his big bulge in full view. You decided to be a tease. You began to trace your tongue against his cloth cock. Bryan growled, “Stop teasing!”

You smirked at him before removing his underwear. You were met with a big cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and very thick. It had one big vein that led to the tip, delicious pre-cum leaking out, and big cum-filled balls ready to be drained of its essences.

You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. You traced your finger along the vein, his cock twitching as a result.

You gave kitten licks to his tip and licked the sides. Smearing the pre-cum all over. Then you swallowed his whole cock. Bryan was taken by surprise. “Oh, fuck…”

“Your warm mouth feels so good, m/n!” Bryan moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. Never experienced anything like this. You bobbed your head faster, your cock was twitching in your pants.

Bryan could feel his release coming but he wanted cum somewhere else. He pulled your head up, he was even more turned on with his pre-cum all over your lips. “Want to cum somewhere else. And you know where.” Bryan whispered into your ear.

You smirked at him. “Oh, I definitely know where,” you said, getting off the ground and removing your pants. It was then Bryan noticed something in your little hole.

‘Is that a dildo?’ you (for some reason) forgot to take it out. His cock twitched more. “Come get me, detective.” You said “detective” in a seductive voice. That set him off.

Bryan launched himself at you. “I guess I don’t have to stretch you. Already stretching for me.” Bryan growled as he moved the dildo inside you before pulling it out. You whine at the emptiness.

“Heh, don’t you get something much bigger,” Bryan said into your ear. With one thrust, he pushed his whole cock inside.

You felt it right there, touching your prostate. “Mmm… cock is right… there! It’s by… my prostate!” you moaned, clenching around him.

“Even though you were already stretched out. You’re still so fucking tight.” Bryan groans. Your hole clenched and unclenched around him.

“Be rough. Fuck me.” You said, face flat on the bed and gripping the bedsheets. And that’s what Bryan did. He thrust into you roughly, hitting your prostate dead on.

His girthy cock split you open as it kept going in and out. “So warm and tight.” Bryan groans as he thrust faster into you.

You gripped the sheets tighter as Bryan gripped your hips tighter. You could feel his cock twitch inside meaning that he is close. “C-cum… i-inside me.” You whimpered. The room was filled with moans, groans, grunts, and skin-slapping.

“I’m close!” Bryan exclaimed, thrusting harder. “M-me too!” You moaned, clenching around him. You were breathing heavily as Bryan was inching closer to release.

“HERE IT COMES!” you could see white. Bryan’s cum filled you up. Painting your tight velvet walls in white. Like a canvas. You came all over the bedsheets. You could feel his cum pouring out as he pulled out. Bryan then collapsed on top of you and laid by your side.

“That was amazing,” Bryan said, wrapping arms around your waist. You turned over to face and nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you, Bryan. Please stay with me.” You said before falling asleep from exhaustion.

“I love you too, M/n. Don’t worry, I’ll always stay with you… you’re mine.” Bryan said before darkness consumed his vision.

THE END

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The smut part was kind of rushed but I still hoped you liked it!

Requests are open again. And I need to work on Kinktober.

A/N: I hope this was good! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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Somebody’s Watching

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request by danipearl16: Request- Jay has a girlfriend that nobody knows about and then they get a case where she’s being stalked and her stalker is killings women that seem to remind him of her and it turns out to be her ex-boyfriend from high school and Jay starts going downhill a little bit because he’s worried about her. Also his girlfriend is more on the younger than his side by 7 years

Word Count: 4,365

Warnings: cursing, mention of sexual assault/misconduct (non-graphic), mention of non-con touching, stalking, minor OC death, mention of injury, angst, fluff

A/N: Please beware of the triggers before you continue reading! I changed some parts to fit into the storyline but I still hope you like what I did with it! I’m pretty excited about this fic so I really really hope yall will like it! It’s my first time writing such a detailed case in so I hope it turned out well? Please hit me up and let me know what you think! Love yall!

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You looked up from where you were sprawled on the couch, fiddling with your phone. Jay was sitting at the table, a small frown across his face as he pored over case notes.

Jay usually didn’t bring his work home with him but they’d just closed a big case and he had spent a whole week in the district. So instead of spending more time there to finish the paperwork, Jay had opted to bring it home instead.

You smiled to yourself just as Jay looked up. “Sorry babe.” He said, making a little face at the papers strewn across the table.

Chuckling, you climbed off the couch and moved towards him. You stood behind him, looping your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I missed you.” You whispered.

Jay turned slightly, tugging you so that you now landed in his lap.

“Missed you too.” He whispered, smiling as one of his arms snaked around your waist, holding you securely to him, another hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Sorry I’ve been busy.”

You shook your head, smiling.

You’d been dating for a while but no one else knew. Both of you had agreed to keep it on the down low, partly because of your age difference. Even though you had agreed you’d keep it quiet at least for the first few months, it had been a lot more than that and it had been going so well that you didn’t really want to purposefully invite anyone into this world that Jay and you had created for yourselves. Rather than keeping it a secret, you guys just hadn’t made the effort to tell anyone or publicize it to the world. This also meant that when he was stuck at the district, you didn’t get to see him but on such days, Jay was always mindful about checking in.

“What’s on your mind?” Jay asked.

“Just thinking I’m lucky to have you.” You responded, leaning in to try to give him a hug. Instead, Jay stroked your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. “Now, I really need to finish this.”

You laughed. “Go forth.”

---

Jay had taken a few well-deserved days of furlough, which he had mostly spent curled up with you. You didn’t have any complaints, it had been just what you both needed.

But Intelligence couldn’t catch a break. It was Jay’s first day back and now, he was already walking up to a crime scene.

Jay pushed the yellow crime scene tape upwards, letting Hailey walk through ahead of him before following behind her.

“What do we have?” Jay asked, approaching the spot where Adam and Kim were standing.

Kim turned. “Kate Whitewood, 22, stabbed multiple times.”

“She’s not in the system. No priors, nothing.” Adam added.

“No belongings on her?” Voight asked, looking around.

Adam shook his head. Jay frowned. “There’s barely any blood here.”

Kevin nodded, jogging forward to join them. “This is probably just the dump site. She must have been killed elsewhere.”

Hailey stood from where she had bent to examine the body. “She has defensive wounds on her. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find skin under her fingernails.”

Jay bent forward slightly. “What are those? Marks around her neck? We need to get her to the ME to get the exact cause of death.”

“Kim, bag her hands and get forensics to run a deluxe.” Voight said, as Kim nodded.

“My CI works this street, let me see what I can find out.” Jay said, turning away.

---

“So Kate was last seen at this bar right in town.” Hailey said, walking in and sticking a screenshot onto the board, which showed a camera view of the street outside the bar.

Kate could be seen on the image, her head turned slightly as she waved to someone, a man standing by her side. Hailey tapped the image.

“We can’t find this guy. His face is always turned away from the camera, facial recognition is out.”

Voight nodded. “Jay, have you heard from your CI?”

Jay nodded, resting slightly against Hailey’s desk, his arms crossed in front of him. “My guy says there haven’t been any deals going down. I think we can rule out drugs or gangs. Streets have been quiet ever since that big bust we did last month.”

“It was 28 degrees out last night, ME couldn’t find the exact time of death. But there were signs she was raped, signs of asphyxiation and five penetration wounds from a knife.” Kevin said, opening the file he had gotten from the medical examiner earlier.

Voight turned to Kim. “Who was she?”

Kim sighed. “Kate was a hard worker, she had just started her job as a receptionist at a dentist’s office in South Loop. Dad’s MIA, Mum’s remarried and relocated to New York so she’s living on her own.”

“Have we found who she was with last night?”

Adam nodded. “I’ve gone through her phone. Looks like she was meeting her friend Grace at the club last night.”

“We need to talk to her. I want to know about the last day of Kate’s life. Timeline. Check all sex offenders in the area. Comb her social media. Let’s go.” Voight instructed.

---

Jay knocked on the main door, glancing sideways at Hailey. The door swung open.

“Grace Archer? I’m Detective Upton, this is Detective Halstead, can we come in?” Hailey asked.

She furrowed her brows. “What’s this about?”

“You’re friends with Kate Whitewood?” Hailey asked, without directly answering her question. She nodded and without missing a beat, Hailey continued, “We need to ask you a few questions about last night.”

Grace stepped back to let them in, her face falling as she led them to the sitting room.

“I heard from her parents. The whole thing’s horrible.” Grace whispered, wrapping her hands around herself.

“Can you tell us what you remember?” Jay asked.

Grace looked up. “Kate’s boyfriend had broken up with her a few months ago, so I took her out. She needed to get out again.”

“Were you approached by anyone?” Hailey asked.

“Several.” She answered.

“Anyone that stood out?”

Grace paused, trying to recall. “Kate didn’t even really want to go. She barely looked at the guys… except…”

Hailey sat up a little. “There must have been something about this guy that she left with, something unique. We have a photo of him on the surveillance tape. Flashy?”

Grace nodded, “Yeah, he had this like... attitude… like he was hitting on us but he was making a joke of it at the same time.” She paused. “The last thing she told me was that she had a great time… I shouldn’t have forced her to come out.”

“This isn’t your fault.” Hailey leaned over and patted Grace comfortingly on the arm. “Thanks for talking to us. Please call us if you think of anything else.”

As Jay walked out of Grace’s house with Hailey, he looked at his partner. “This guy’s confident, he’s smooth and it doesn’t look like he knew Kate or Grace.”

---

For the rest of the day, the team had almost combed through the whole of Kate’s whereabouts before she had disappeared and all they had was a big fat nothing.

Jay typed a quick text to you to let you know that he wasn’t going to be able to come over tonight.

You read the text, smiling a little. Jay was busy but it was cute that he always kept you informed. You stopped walking, typing back a reply to tell him it was okay and to do what he had to do, before you kept her phone back into your pocket.

You walked along the street, the same street you walked on every night, frowning a little. You turned around, scanning the street behind you.

You could swear that it was like someone was watching you, or following you. But the street was empty. This wasn’t the first time you had had this feeling - like the little hairs on the back of your neck were standing but you had nothing to back up this feeling you had.

Holding your bag tighter against you, you pushed yourself forward, quickening your footsteps, only letting up as you passed the safety of your apartment building’s front door.

As you passed the threshold of your apartment and closed the door behind you, you pulled out your phone, staring at it for a while. Part of you wanted to call Jay, to hear his voice and have him tell you that you were just tired, imagining things. But the rational part of your brain convinced yourself that everything was okay, reminding you that Jay was so busy and deep in a case, he really shouldn’t have to worry about you.

Ultimately, you put your phone on the counter, chuckling at yourself. Maybe you really were too tired.

---

By the next morning, another body had turned up, not two streets away from the first dump site.

Jay felt an uneasy feeling spread in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the photo of the new victim that was already up on the board. They had a serial killer in Chicago and this guy’s victim type had physical characteristics that were scarily similar to you.

“Jay.” Hailey broke Jay out of his thoughts. “Emma Green, 23, strangulation marks, six stab wounds.”

Jay turned to his partner and nodded. “Did they go to the same club?”

Hailey handed Jay a file. “No, but look at what we picked up on the surveillance camera.” Jay opened the file, studying the photo.

“This is our guy isn’t it?” He pointed at a male figure who was standing next to their second victim, his face still hidden from the camera, wearing a plain cap.

“Hey guys, I might have found a link.” Kim said, walking in. “I checked the employee records and there’s a bartender that works in both clubs and he was on shift on each day our victims went missing. He’s got a prior for aggravated assault and harassment.”

“We’ll take it.” Jay said, grabbing his jacket and heading out of the district.

Hailey fell into step next to him, glancing at him. “Jay, you okay?”

Jay nodded. “Let’s just get this son of a bitch.”

They travelled the rest of the way in silence. Hailey seemed to pick up that this case was affecting Jay differently but she didn’t press further, allowing Jay to lead the way into the closed club.

“Ben Carlton?”

The bartender looked up from where he was, his eyes falling onto the police badge that was hung around Jay’s neck.

In a sudden motion, he ducked out and ran.

“Hey, stop!” Jay yelled, as both he and Hailey launched themselves after him, Hailey shooting out the front door to try to head him off.

“5021 George, I have a suspect fleeing on foot.” Jay called into his radio, sprinting after the bartender.

The bartender barely made it onto the next street before Hailey flung herself at him around the corner, rolling onto the ground as Jay pulled out his gun. “Don’t move!” He yelled, as Hailey pulled the bartender to his feet.

“Let’s go.” Jay snarled.

---

“It wasn’t me!” Ben yelled as he sat in the interrogation room, facing Jay and Hailey.

Jay sighed internally, watching Ben’s reactions and the way he was answering the questions Hailey was shooting at him.

“Those were mistakes, I didn’t do this!” He yelled again.

Jay pushed himself upright, getting up from where he was leaning against the wall and pushing the photos of the victims onto the table. “This. Look at this. We can place these girls at the bars you worked at just before they died.”

“Look.” Ben said, looking up at Jay. “I saw them but they left before I even finished my shift.”

Jay glanced at Hailey. “Who did they leave with?” Hailey asked.

Ben looked from Hailey to Jay. “Look, I don’t know the guy, he’s not a regular. But he’s white, about their age. I noticed him because he headed for them the moment that he walked in. Like he knew they were there.”

Before Jay or Hailey moved, a knock came from the door.

“You guys gotta see this.” Adam said, sticking his head in.

“Sit tight.” Jay said to Ben, following Adam outside, where Kevin was waiting as well.

Kevin handed the file to Jay. “We got another one.” Jay flipped open the file, which told him what he already feared. Another victim, of a physical type that not only matched the first two victims but also you.

Jay looked up. “His cooling off period is getting shorter. We need to get this son of a bitch.”

---

The feeling was getting a little stronger that someone had been watching you.

You glanced over your shoulder but as usual the street was empty. Maybe you needed to stop staying late.

You turned back towards the front. There were sounds of footsteps but you swallowed the lump in your throat, quickening your pace as discreetly as you could.

It definitely felt like someone was following you now. You were almost running by the time you rounded the corner, colliding with someone.

You gave a yelp of surprise.

“Y/N!”

You had collided with Jay.

You let out a breath, spinning around to look over your shoulder.

“What’s going on? You okay?” Jay’s eyes snapped from you to the empty street behind you.

You turned back to look at Jay. Now that he was standing in front of you, it didn’t seem that scary anymore - maybe you had imagined the whole thing.

You shook your head, taking one last glance behind you. “What are you doing here? You finished the case?”

Jay smiled but the smile didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just wanted to check in on you. I have to go back soon.”

You reached for his hand without saying anything and that’s how the both of you walked back to your apartment, your hand clenched securely in his, almost like the both of you had a tight bubble around you.

You could tell Jay’s mind was far away, and it was even more unlike him to come see you in the middle of a case. You knew there was something troubling him but you weren’t one to press. Jay would tell you when he felt he could or he wanted to.

Instead, you just squeezed his hand.

Almost as if you were prying him from his thoughts, Jay looked at you and smiled. He pulled you closer to him, tucking you under his arm.

“You’re okay, right?” You asked, without looking up at him, just as he escorted you to your door.

Jay turned to look at you and nodded. “I will be, once this case is over.” He leaned forward to give you a kiss. “If anything happens, you call me, okay? No matter what.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded at him, watching him disappear into the elevator before you retreated back into your apartment.

---

Intelligence had been tirelessly chasing down leads but they now had four bodies and Voight was getting pressure to solve this quickly as well. They needed a break in this case and fast.

“Okay, let’s regroup, what do we have so far?” Voight barked.

“All four victims were raped and found with multiple stab wounds. We know he picks up his victims from bars and appears non-threatening enough that his victims are willing to leave with him.” Jay said, getting up.

Hailey headed to the board, frowning. “We dumped their phones but we weren’t able to find any connection between the victims other than their physical type.” Hailey cast a look at Jay, which Voight didn’t miss. “I think he’s working his way up to something.”

“Hey guys?” Kim spoke up as she walked back in, flipping open the file sitting on her desk. “I went back over the first murder to see if we missed anything. Look at this.”

Kim pulled in her chair, zooming into the photo. “This badge here on his jacket, it’s barely visible so we missed it the first few times. I sent it to the lab to see if they could enhance the image and this is what I got.”

Kim clicked and up popped the crest of a high school. “Look, it’s not just a general badge. Look at the year.”

“Okay, that is the crest for Lincoln High. It’s a jacket given to those who graduated that year.” Kevin said, frowning at it.

“I’ll run the list of students who graduated in that year.” Jay barked, heading straight for his desk, his fingers flying across his keyboard.

Cross-checking was the worst job ever but the moment Jay’s eyes landed on your name on the list of graduates, he pulled it together, eliminating the women, men who had moved out of state or country, until finally he only had three names on the list.

“Okay, I have a Steven Miller, Charles Shoemaker and John Marlin.” Jay finally spoke up as everyone looked up. “But only Steven Miller has priors.”

“For harassment, sexual misconduct, and attempted assault. Sarge, this has to be our guy.” Jay looked up at Voight.

“Do we have an LKA?” Voight asked.

“Already on it.” Adam said.

“Go pick him up.” Adam nodded, motioning to Kevin as they headed out.

Something was bugging Jay. Steven Miller. That name was…

Fuck.

Jay pushed back his chair, entering Voight’s office without knocking and closing the door behind him.

“Sarge.”

Voight looked up, frowning a little at the look on Jay’s face. He put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, looking up at Jay.

“I’ve heard Miller’s name before. It was bugging me, but I remember now.”

Voight sat up straighter.

“I’m seeing his ex-girlfriend.” The words slipped past Jay’s lips. “Sarge, everything makes sense now. The physical type, the way he’s building up because his actual target…” Jay trailed off.

You had told Jay about Steven just once. You hadn’t gone into detail but you had told Jay about the short period that you had been together with Steven – his need for control over all aspects of your life, how he had always been a little rough, how he hadn’t taken any form of rejection well, and how you’d ended it the day he struck you.

“Take Hailey.”

Jay was already halfway to the door.

---

You had left early today.

It had been a while since you had done such an early shift but you’d been feeling more and more uneasy while walking home at night and the news coverage on the murders that were happening at the moment didn’t help.

You didn’t need Jay to tell you that you looked exactly like those girls who had been murdered. It was clear as day.

You fiddled with the key in the lock, opening the door.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you registered the person standing in front of you. In your house.

“Steven.” You muttered, your voice trembling, barely registering the butt of a gun heading towards your temple before it went dark.

---

Hailey hadn’t said anything but she knew something was off.

“Jay, what’s going on?” She asked. “How do you know this girl’s the target?”

Jay didn’t answer but pressed harder on the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. The ringing tone going off through his bluetooth speaker in the car making him feel even worse.

“Jay.” Hailey said again. “I’m your partner.”

Jay glanced at her now. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Hailey’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

Jay let a beat of silence passed. “Miller’s her ex. I should have seen the signs, the physical type, everything, I…”

“Jay. She’ll be fine. Come on.” Hailey reassured him, as he turned his truck onto the familiar street.

“She’s still not answering.” Jay said, through gritted teeth. He’d been trying to call you since he had left the station.

Without hesitation, Jay bounded up the stairs, Hailey right behind him. From down the corridor, Jay could already tell your door was slightly ajar.

“Hang back.” Jay whispered, pulling out his service weapon.

Jay quietly approached the door. “Y/N?” He opened the door with his foot, freezing as his eyes landed on you, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, your eyes frantic as Steven held a knife to your throat from where he stood behind you.

Jay gritted his teeth, using his foot to slam the door shut, knowing that Hailey would know what to do.

“Step away from her.” Jay growled, pointing his gun directly at Steven.

Steven smiled. “I was wondering when you’d arrive. Put that down.”

Jay grinded his teeth but didn’t move. You felt the cold blade of the knife press against your skin and inhaled sharply.

“Put. It. Down.” Steven repeated.

“Okay, okay.” Jay said, glancing at you before putting his hands above his head, disarming his gun and putting it down onto the floor.

Steven smiled again, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Jay growled.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” Steven answered.

“Jay, I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jay looked straight at you. “It’s going to be okay. You focus on me, you hear me? I’m right here.”

“We broke up a long time ago, what the hell are you doing?” You asked. You were afraid, hell you were trembling, but this was crazy and you had to help Jay to find a way out of this.

“We wouldn’t be broken up if he hadn’t come between us.” Steven snarled, moving closer towards you, his lips almost touching your ear.

Jay growled. “Leave her alone.”

Steven looked back up at Jay again.

“What, you mean don’t do this?” Steven asked, crushing his lips against yours.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Jay yelled. “Is that what you did? How you forced yourself on all the other girls? What do you want, Steven? What are you trying to accomplish?”

“All I wanted was to be with Y/N! But you took her.” He spat.

“So you decided to go on a rampage?” Jay asked. You saw him twitch like he was looking for something so you started talking, as much as it made you want to gag.

“Steven, why didn’t you just talk to me?” You asked, trying to distract him.

“Talk? All you care about is him!” He yelled, lifting the knife and pointing it at Jay.

It happened in a split second.

The moment he lifted the knife, Jay yelled, “Now, Y/N!”

You threw yourself forward, covering your head with your hands as you heard the gunshots go off, just two. You weren’t sure who was shooting but you didn’t move until you heard Jay’s voice again.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s over.” Jay whispered.

You looked up, Jay’s face hovering above you.

“Jay…”

Jay nodded, “It’s okay, come here.”

Jay pulled his arms around you.

“He…” Jay shook his head, shielding your view of Steven’s now motionless body. “Don’t look back, come on.”

Jay tried to lead you out of the apartment, barely making it to the main door before his teammates appeared. “Jay!” Kevin called, as he spotted both of you.

Jay nodded. “Thanks.” Kevin nodded, his eyes lingering on the way Jay was holding you close to his side before making way for Jay to lead you back down to the ground floor where the ambulances were waiting.

Jay led you all the way to the waiting paramedics, not even leaving your side to get himself checked.

You weren’t hurt, not really. There was a little open cut from where Steven had pressed the blade a little too hard when he had been agitated but other than that you were fine. Well, that, and that disgusting feeling that came with remembering how Steven had pressed his lips against yours.

Voight approached you and Jay. Jay squeezed your hand. “I’ll be right back.” You smiled and nodded.

Jay and Voight talked in low voices until Voight turned to look at you. “And she’s okay?”

Jay nodded. “Yeah, she is. I just need to…”

“Do what you need to do. We’ll finish up here.” Voight said, nodding and clapping Jay on the back.

---

The paramedics had dressed the wound on the scene before Jay had brought you back to his apartment.

After getting you into a clean change of clothes and some warm food in you, you had ended up back in your favourite place in the world – on Jay’s couch, in Jay’s apartment, encircled in Jay’s arms.

You lay your head on Jay’s chest.

“So this was all because of me?” You asked in a low voice.

Jay sat up, looking at you. “What?”

“He killed all those women… because of me. I got them killed.” You whispered.

“No, no, baby.” Jay propped himself up, but didn’t let you go. “This is not your fault. Steven he… he did this, not you.”

You looked up at him. “He even… in front of you… he…” You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, you felt disgusting. He’d kissed you, he’d done it in front of Jay and he’d ruined everything.

You hadn’t said that much but Jay just tilted your chin upwards and kissed you. “Jay…”

“I’ll take it all away.” Jay whispered. “I’m sorry, I should have been there sooner.”

You shook your head, swiping away the tears that had slid down your cheeks.

Jay cupped your cheek again, pulling you into his chest. You balled your hand around his shirt, gripping at Jay.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Jay whispered.

“I’ll never let anyone touch you ever again.” He half snarled, still caressing you gently.

You leaned into his embrace, closing your eyes as the sound of Jay’s heartbeat gently lulled you back into the feeling of safety and security.

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