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justaaveragereader · 10 months

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Perform For Them

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, Mean Dom! Yunho

Warning⛔️: Unprotected Sex (Don’t Do That), Rough Sex, Oral (Giving), Choking With A Belt, Mean Dom! Yunho, Spanking, Cum Eating, Recording The Deed, Cream Pie, Slight Possessive Yunho, Naming Calling (Slut, Whore, Dumb), If I Missed Anything, Let Me Know 👀👀!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!!🔞

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“I was just talking with him!” You slightly raise your voice at Yunho. Hands thrown in the air, clearly tired of having this recurring conversation.

“Lower your tone, I’m not raising my voice at you, am I? No. Secondly, talking? Is that what you call drooling over Wooyoung?”

“I was not drooling!” You yell, voice now bouncing off of the bedroom walls. What was supposed to be a nice dinner between you and all the members ended up being a complete shit show. Yunhos eyes lifted to you, his eyebrows raised as if he was surprised at your tone after he asked you politely to lower it.

“Wooyoung loves attention, you know how he is! You are in the same group with him!” You yell again, hands trying their best to unstrap your heels. Eyes too busy with the buckle on your shoes you miss the way his eyebrows raise, you also miss the way his jaw tightens in annoyance.

“Y/n I’m only going to ask you this last time to not raise your voice. We are trying to have a civilized conversation.” He speaks, air as soft as a pillow, eyes as dark as the midnight sky.

“Now you want to have a civilized conversation?! What was that at the dinner table then? Wasn’t shit civilized about tha-.” Yunho swiftly gets off the edge of the bed, wrapping his hand around your throat and shoving you against the wall. His body crushing you against the plaster. His face directly over yours.

“I asked you to lower your voice while talking to me. I’m not yelling at you so why are you yelling at me?” He grits out through tight lips, clearly pissed off at you. You roll your eyes, putting your hands on Yunhos chest, trying to shove him off of you. His body doesn’t even move a muscle, almost like he’s cemented to the ground.

“Yunho seriously get off of me.” You roll your eyes once again, you don’t want to put up with his jealous ways right now. Any other night you’d shower him in the reassurance of how he’s the only man for you but tonight you don’t want to even scratch that surface. Trying to push him off you once again, his hand tightens on your throat taking you by surprise.

“I’ll move when I’m ready. Now, if you want to talk about this like adults, let's do it. Otherwise keep your smart mouth shut. Or I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh yea? You feeling big and bad, Jeong Yunho?” You say poking his chest, your face growing a smirk clearly finding this situation now funny. Which he didn’t take all too well.

“You? You are going to shut it for me? Yea ok.” You say through a laugh, finally getting Yunho to move back slightly, moving off of the wall making your way to the bathroom. Before you can even make it two steps his hand reaches out wrapping around your neck pulling you back to his chest.

“What did you say?” He practically growls out.

“Yunho.. Listen it wasn’t ev-.”

His hand tightens on your throat, his other grips your waist bringing you closer to him, his nose brushes over the crown of your head, your skin litters with goosebumps.

“No no, continue with what you were going to say.”

You swallow hard, the grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly. He gives the small of your back a push towards the bed walking with you to the end of the bed. His hand that was gripping your waist now running lightly over your back, coming up to undo the zipper on your dress.

“You are going to do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?” He whispers into your ear, kissing from your neck down to your jaw. A smile gracing his face the whole time. Closing your eyes you let your head fall against his shoulder, caught up in all the pleasure you hadn’t even realized he was speaking to you.

His hand coming down and cracking against your clothed ass cheek. The weight of his hand was sure to leave a bruise, but that was a matter you would deal with in the morning. Giving you one more harsh slap, he grabs your ass cheeks spreading them slightly, groaning at the squelching noises he hears as he spreads you open.

“Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.” He growls out, hands still toying with your ass cheeks. You nod your head, pushing your ass back against him trying to hurry this process up. Letting out a small chuckle he pushes the dress down from your shoulders, letting it drop and pool at your feet.

“On your knees. Now.” He whispers roughly into your ear, nipping at the side of your neck before standing back slightly, hands coming to undo his belt. Dropping swiftly to your knees, dress still pooling around you. His gaze on you was so heavy, any loving, caring thoughts he had about you earlier were now clearly gone. Nothing but lust and dark thoughts behind those pretty eyes of his. Sliding the belt out of the loops he hooks his belt, placing it around your neck and tightening it just enough to where it’s slightly pinching your skin but you can still breathe.

“You still think I’m feeling ‘big and bad’ darling? Still think I won’t shut this pretty mouth of yours?”

You knew he was asking you rhetorical questions, you knew this was a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation. You could answer his question but deciding to play it safe you keep your mouth shut, eyes staring up at him with the belt around your neck. Giving it a swift tug upwards cutting your air supply off slightly.

“Answer me, pretty girl. Do you still think I’m feeling ‘big and bad’? I think I’ve been too lenient with you. First flirting with Wooyou-.”

“I wasn’t flirti-“ you are cut off by him pulling on the belt a choked moan leaves your mouth, your hands gripping your bare knees. You can feel the wetness seeping out your panties onto your inner thighs. As much as you hated the first part of jealous Yunho, the arguing, the fighting. You always loved how it ended, you bare bodied, crying tears of pleasure into the sheets.

“Did I ask you to speak yet?” He grits out pulling harder on the belt before letting go. Shuffling closer to you so the back of your head was touching the mattress.

“You are going to pull out my cock and suck it. I don’t want to hear another word leaving your filthy mouth. Do you understand?”

Deciding it was best not to answer, you immediately move to finish undoing his pants. Clearly pleased at your movements he lets out a hum of approval, tugging his pants down to his knees, his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach before bobbing and standing hard in front of your face. Tip swollen and red, precum dripping from his slit all the way down his shaft. You can tell he wanted this, needed this as badly as you did.

You run your tongue across his slit taking in the slight bitterness of his precum in your mouth, running your tongue all over him, getting him all prepped for your mouth, gripping what you know you won’t be able to fit in your mouth you give him a couple pumps before taking majority of him in. His head rolling back instantly, clearly sensitive, his thighs twitch at the feeling of your warm mouth on his hard cock. You start off with a slow rhythm, tongue dragging on the underside of his cock, tracing over that thick vein that runs along under it making his jaw slack open.

He lets small groans leave his mouth, slurping noises filling the air between you both. Hand jerking off what’s left of him, cock slickening up with your spit, drool dropping onto the top of your boobs, falling between the crevices of them. Your other hand collects the drool pooling out of your mouth, coming up to toy with his heavy balls, causing Yunhos hips to jerk forward sending more of his cock down your throat. You let out a choking noise, trying your best to breath through your nose, you go back to bobbing your head, tongue flickering and dipping between his slit with every pull back.

He’s losing every collective thought he’s ever had in his head, your wet, soft lips on his hardened length in enough to send anyone over the edge. Yet he can’t scratch the feeling of your arm on Wooyoungs, you laughing at Wooyoungs jokes, anger now seeping at his core behind his orgasm he grips your scalp, tugging on the belt you halt your movements. Mouth full of his cock, eyes filled to the brim with tears and your panties filled with your dripping arousal you let out a soft hum.

“That mouth, that fucking mouth is always getting you into trouble baby. Isn’t it?” He breathes out through heavy pants, you can tell he was clearly on the brink of his peak. Sticking your tongue flat out, signaling to him to fuck your throat. He clicks his tongue, eyes clearly enamored in the way you easily submit yourself to him, his woman, his favorite lady, his everything, on her knees with her hands against his thighs looking up at him like he was God. Wooyoung could never.

Slapping his heavy cock down on your tongue, drool spilling out from your mouth, eyes watering. He grips himself slowly inching his way down your throat, one hand still tight on the belt around your neck. You breathe slowly through your nose, trying your best not to choke. His hips start to pick up rhythm, more drool is spilling down your neck, onto your chest. Your eyes flutter at the weight in your mouth, you loved it when he used you like this.

He locks his eyes on your face, hand still gripping your scalp, he wants to cum so bad, he can feel the rush of his orgasm creeping up. Tugging on the belt around your neck, your eyes flutter back open, eyes locking with his. A devilish grin is painted on him, he looks like a demon which means you are in for a long night.

“Look at you, covered in your own spit, mouth and throat full of cock, my cock. I know that pussy is wet, touch it.” He says through a grin, he was mocking you.

Your fingers dance along your clothed core, pushing your panties up against your clit, the squelching noise easily being heard. You were gushing, your panties now stuck around your clit, the rough material of them making your body shutter.

“Such a whore, you that wet from sucking my cock? Imagine if Wooyoung saw you like this.” He spits out at the end of his sentence, you let out a small whine, your skin heating up at the thought of Wooyoung seeing you in such a disarray.

A grin breaks out onto Yunhos face, clearly seeing he has struck a nerve. A horny nerve.

“Maybe I should send it to all of my members huh? Have them see you slutted out for me. I’m sure they will jerk off to it later.” He gets closer to you, cock sliding farther down your throat causing you to slightly choke, your head now full on hitting the mattress. Pulling out slightly, strings of spit connecting as he pulls back, letting out a hiss.

“Stay right there baby.” He reaches over your head, wet cock smearing across your face, you stay still hands gripping his thighs for dear life trying to squeeze your thighs together to cause any friction to your cunt so you can feel a sliver of relief.

He leans back, phone in hand, flash on, causing you to wince slightly at the sudden bright light.

“Stick out your tongue for me.” He says in a low tone, holding the phone up tilting it towards your face, getting the perfect shot, your face smeared with spit, bra and spit covered tits on display, makeup smudged, good god he was going to fuck you stupid later.

Sticking your tongue out, you look up at the camera, making direct eye contact with it, causing Yunho to let out a small chuckle.

“Well well well..don’t we have a performer here.” Slapping his heavy cock again on your tongue he slides in your mouth slowly, making sure to capture the way your mouth wraps around him along with the way your throat slightly stretches to accommodate his size. Your nose brushes slightly over his pelvic area, inhaling his scent.

His hand tugs on the belt around your neck, using it as something to stabilize him, hips quickly moving back and forth, the sudden speed, and weight of the belt choking you was making you dizzy, thighs still crushing together. Gurgling noises and groans were all that was being heard throughout the room.

Tugging on the belt again his head cocks back, getting lost in the pleasure yet never letting his grip on the phone lighten up. He was going to make sure the boys, Wooyoung specifically, made sure that they remembered just who you belonged to.

“Yes baby, just like that, keep sucking my cock like that.” His cock slamming in and out of your mouth, throat burning with pleasure, his words going straight to your core you let out a small whine.

He brings his head down, now staring at your messy state through the phone screen. Making his toes curl, you looked so fucked out and all you had done was suck his cock so far, he hadnt even touched your pussy yet. Biting his lip to bite back his moans, he picks up speed hips driving full on into your mouth.

“Shit, shit! Tongue out baby.” He says through a feverish groan. Sticking your tongue out he pulls back, cum shooting all over tongue, some over shooting, landing on your upper lip, and nose. You help stroke him making sure to get every drop. You lock eyes with the camera, bringing your mouth to his tip, giving it a small suck before flicking your tongue over his slit once more. Making sure to milk him of every last drop.

You bring your fingers up to wipe the cum off of your nose, putting it on your tongue, sticking it out for the camera to see before closing your mouth and swallowing him down with a groan of satisfaction, running your tongue across your top lip, making a show out of swallowing his cum down. He tosses the phone on the bed, continuing to record. If you wanted to put on a show, he was going to give them a whole damn movie.

Pulling on the belt, making you stand up, his face hovering over yours, one hand shaking down to your heated core, playing with the fabric that was now soaking and wedged between your pussy lips.

“You look like such a slut right now, spit on your tits, lips puffy and swollen. You look like my slut. You are always so filthy.” He rubs over your swollen clit lightly, barely just grazing it, yet the feeling of him touching you after not having touched you at all has your knees buckling.

Turning you around he shoves you face first down into the bed, your ass sticking up for him. You groan as the cool air hits your core. Yunhos fingers run along the inner part of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your clothes core making sure the fabric snapped right against your clit making you cry out. Hands gripping the sheets.

“Please, please, please touch me daddy.” You cry out. There it was the “D” word, you knew how much Yunho loved to be called it during sex. He felt his ego inflate along with his cock, now standing hard and long again. Letting out a small chuckle he grabs your ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, while snapping your panties against your core, repeatedly over and over again. Tears spill from your eyes. You feel a wave of heat crash over your body, your orgasm right on the brink. Your body shivers with pleasure.

“You really are a whore, are you really going to cum from me snapping your panties against your pussy?”

He mocks with a grin on his face, one hand reaching for the phone. Holding it up to record, your wet pussy dripping down behind your knees. Your body jumps with each snap. Placing the phone right under you so it was recording your pussy and the juices dripping down it.

You let out a high pitched whine, he starts snapping your panties harder against you, letting his fingers brush over your swollen clit from time to time.

“Beg, beg and I might touch yo-.”

“Please! Please Daddy, please touch me, fuck me, do something!” You sob out. A grin fills his face, one hand coming down and cracking hard against your ass cheek causing your body to jolt forward. Tugging your panties down to behind your knees making sure that it didn’t obstruct the cameras view.

Giving his cock a couple pumps he pushes into you slowly, causing you to cry out at the relief and pleasure. You felt like you were going to cum any minute. Pushing into you till his hips connect with your ass, your eyes fill with tears.

“I’m not going to last long Yunho.” You whimper out through a choked out sob. Leaning forward he grips the belt bringing you to lean back against his chest. Picking up the phone he holds it in front of you, tears dripping down your face, hips moving starting at a snail pace.

“Look at her crying, like the dumb slut she is. Looking so fucked out and I’m just now in her pussy, what a whore.” He says through a laugh, his dirty talking causing your pussy to clench on him. Tugging the belt back farther causing your back to arch farther. You let out a loud whimper.

“You wanted to put on a show earlier for my members, what happened? Go on slut, perform.” He speaks sarcastically. Tongue darting out, licking your lower lip with a smile gracing his face.

“Daddy please.” You whine out.

“What do you want slut?” Your pussy clenches on him again, you loved when he got like this.

“Please fuck me daddy, please stuff me full.” You whine out, body still arched against his chest. Letting out a low groan he bucks his hips against yours, driving his cock deeper into your warm, wet walls.

“Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You, only you.”

Bringing up the phone to get a better shot of your crying face.

“Who do you want to fuck you baby? Tell them, tell them who you want in this pussy.”

“You, daddy, I want you. I want you and only you in this pussy.” You whine out.

Yunho looks smug into the camera, before tossing it next to him, letting his hand bend you down once again. Undoing the belt from your neck, letting it fall to the side.

Drawing his hips back he slams into your dripping cunt. Causing your body to jerk forward on the need, the sudden movement causing you to cry out. Not giving you time to settle he starts pistoning his hips in and out of you. Pussy clamping down on him with each thrust. Tears are pouring down your face, drool leaking out your mouth. Yunho knows you won’t hold on for much longer, putting his foot up on the bed to get a better angle, he wants to make sure his cock is permanently engraved into your guts.

“Daddy oh daddy!” You scream out gripping the sheets for dear life. His head cocked back, eyes shut tightly, with his mouth slightly hung open. His hands were gripping your hips tightly. The feeling of the vice grip your sopping cunt had on him had his mind fizzing out.

“Fuuuuckkkkk…just like that baby, just like that.” He groaned out, head rolling forward. Cracking one hand down on your ass watching it jiggle.

“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” You scream out, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. Hand shooting out behind you to slow down his hips, your high approaching way too fast for your likings. Grabbing your wrist and pinning it to your back, hips still going at a hammering pace.

“Shut up and take it.” He spits out through gritted teeth. Hand cracking down on your ass watching it jiggle. Your face smushed into the mattress letting out choked moans. Wrapping one hand around the front of your neck, bringing your back to his chest. Licking his lips he kisses the side of your neck, hips still hammering away into your sopping wet cunt.

“Yea, that’s it, take it. Take it, slut.” He whispers into your ear while kissing your ear lobe.

Your toes clench, your eyes start to flutter back, you can taste your orgasm that’s how fast it’s beginning to crash into you.

“Talked all that shit earlier, now you can’t take it.” He says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Go on, let them know whose fucking you this good.” His hips drilling harder into you, hand smacking your ass once again, the squeaking of the mattress and the smacking of the headboard cracking into the wall is radiating in the room.

“You are! You..oh my god.. You are!” You sob out, toes curling, pussy clenching harder on his cock.

His hand tightens on your throat, hips now driving deeper and harder into you.

“I’m making you feel this good slut? You think anyone besides me can make you feel this good?” He grits out, biting his lip to hold back his own orgasm.

“Only you can make me feel this good daddy!” You scream out, nails clawing at whatever piece of skin you can grab on him.

“Who. Is. Fucking. You. This. Good. Slut?!” He growls out, hips slamming deeper into you at each punctuation.

“You! Fucking Jeong Yunho! You daddy! Only fucking you!” You scream out, voice now hoarse from all the yelling, the dams of your orgasm breaking, your body shuttering in his hold. Juices running down your legs, down his cock, down to his balls.

Gripping your neck tighter, he slams his hips into you faster, tossing his head back, orgasm now pushing past his point. Tears streaming down your face from how intense your orgasm was, while Yunho is trying to find his own high he’s still helping you ride out your very own.

Shit…that’s it baby, take it, take it like the good slut you are.” He spits through gritted teeth, hand tightening on your throat, hips slapping harshly against your ass. Cumming undone with one harsh final thrust. His legs shake uncontrollably, letting your throat go, you flop forward onto the mattress.

Trying to stabilize himself, one hand on the mattress holding himself up, while the other grabs the phone. Pulling himself out of you slowly, watching his cum instantly start spilling out.

You let out a small groan at your now empty cunt, bringing a hand down to smack your sore ass causing you to let out a small squeak. He spreads your thighs apart, recording his cum spill out of your wet hole. Letting a finger run through your wet lips, giving your clit a small pinch, your hole clenches causing more cum to spill out.

He collects some of the cum that has spilled out, pushing it back into you, causing you to let out another small whimper before messily smearing it all over your pussy. Ending the video he sends it to each of the members, tossing his phone by your head. Crawling up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you towards him.

“Who do you think is going to watch it first?” You groan out, throat sore from all the yelling.

“Wooyoungs hornball self, Hongjoong a close second though.” He says while his fingers slowly start to massage your lower back. Just then Yunhos phone starts ringing “Wooyoung” flashes across the screen, a smirk covering his face.

“I told you.” He says into your neck nipping at the skin, the thought of all the members watching Yunho fuck you has your skin growing hot. Rolling over he slots himself between your legs, picking up the phone he answers the call. Thumb rubbing over your clit.

“Hello..? Yea.. she’s under me right now. You want to see?” He looks at you with lust filled eyes. This was going to be a fun night.

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A/N: I’m so down bad for Dom Yunho, idc what anyone says I’m the number one supporter of the Big Daddy Dom Yunho agenda and no one can change my mind! Everything about this man screams “I’m going to fuck you into next week.” And id HAPPILY let him😀🫣. Leave me walking on crutches sir I’d happily thank ya! He seems like the type that will tap dance on your uterus🤪. Sigh…all my morals get tossed aside for this man😔. Also this photo shoot of Yunho?! Y’all I was howling at the moon like GAWWTTT DDAAAMMMNN this man is so fine😭. Like the look in his eyes just oooo, makes me want to confess my love in the rain for him. Anywayyyysssss I hope you guys enjoy! After this I will be working on some of the requests I’ve gotten so keep your eyes peeled for those!

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hanasnx · 4 months

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bruce trying to explain to dick and jason that the young woman they saw in the manor is his 19 yo situationship !!

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE cuffs his last link, and straightens out the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"I'm not sneaking around." JASON TODD insists, as if it should be obvious and he's disgusted Bruce would imply such a thing. A resentful smile replaces it as he claps a harsh hand on the back of DICK GRAYSON. "Birdie here was just helping me out, he told me you'd be gone by now. Didn't know you kept my copy." He raises the book into view and wiggles it.

"Of course, I would. It has all your annotations." Bruce replies calmly, and Jason's expression drops subtly. Bruce approaches you and adjusts the blanket you held so you'd be more covered up. "Why don't you go freshen up? The car's waiting." Your cheeks heat even more than before, you're sure he can see the color bloom on them and spread to your forehead. He's not the least bit interested in your nightgown that the boys commented on, instead keeping warm and rough hands on your shoulders protectively.

"Hold on a sec', who is this?" Jason has the need to be combative, especially after the flash of vulnerability he displayed. He gestures to you with the book. "Getting younger every year, aren't they, Bruce?" A wolfish grin spreads onto his lips, his canines glinting in the firelight and you frown at his rude implications, talking about you like you're not even there.

"She's my date for tonight." Bruce replies coolly, and you glance between them, puzzled over how he keeps such a level head around someone intent to get under his skin. You were alone five minutes with Jason and he'd managed to annoy you. Bruce somehow senses your unease, and meets your gaze, a soft glow in his eyes.

"Yeah, Bruce, I'm with Jason here. She looks younger than us." Dick has joined in on the conversation that apparently does not include you. "Are you sure that's the kind of statement you wanna make?"

"This conversation is over." A harder tone takes root within Bruce's voice as he commands, and you've had enough.

"Hello? Why are you all talking like I'm not here?" you demand, looking between their expressions of varying shock. "I'm the Ice Princess of Gotham, goddamnit, I won't be ignored!"

A snicker breaks out from Jason, who pats Dick's arm with the back of his hand. "Damn, the kindergartner's got a mouth on her." Dick does not engage in the banter, batting Jason's hand away with a scolding, "Jason."

"I'm tired of this!" you declare, and bunch up the blanket, rolling it up and tearing at it with your claws before throwing it to the ground. "I hope you have fun going to whatever-it-is by your-self, Bruce. I'm going to spend my time with people more civilized." you hiss, proudly sticking your nose in the air as you go to the exit.

"Tell 'em, baby! You go, girl!" Jason jeers after you, "A little more ass next time, that nightgown's too long."

Dick has the urge to shove Jason into the fire, but now that they're adults it's not as feasible as when they grew up around each other. "You're a piece of shit, you know that?" he tells him, but it's more or less tired.

Jason side-eyes him with a shrug. "I knew she couldn't handle it. I'm a tough pill to swallow, and a little princess like that needed some humbling."

"Who says? Jesus, Jason, you think everyone needs to be taken down a peg."

"So, Bruce, what were you celebrating tonight? Her sweet sixteen?" That grin stretches back onto Jason's countenance as he interrogates his former mentor. "Finally sick of pussy your age?"

"She was a distraction." Bruce answers, passing through the two boys. All of the polite inhibition from before is lowered, the playboy veil gone now that you've left the room. All that's left now is Batman, and he opens the window. Dick and Jason's eye follow his back as the cold night air hits them. "Penguin and Batman are at odds, and if Bruce Wayne is the center of controversy, the tabloids don't even notice the dealings of a vigilante." He watches you enter a cab in a huff, your longcoat thrown over your nightgown and heels, and drive off. He turns to Jason, and tips his head toward the open window. "I'm assuming this is how you got in, so out you go."

"This is the fourth story, Bruce."

"So you'll have no trouble."

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mulletmitsuya · 5 months

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Tokyo revengers groupchat

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, 5th grade humour, an unknown femboy is mentioned, Takeomi is homophobic but no one cares, also this has the Sano's and everyone involved or close to them

Desc: Shin gets his first date in like 10 years. Also this is the final timeline but events don't exactly match up to canon so👍

Shinichiro: GUYS

Shinichiro: I'M GOING ON A DATE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Benkei: i don't care

Takeomi: congratulations. it's only been like 30 years

Wakasa: how many times have you started a conversation exactly like this? give up for all of our sakes. we're tired🙏

Takeomi: Shin there's nothing wrong with being single at your big age. it's not humiliating at all

Wakasa: aren't you single?😐

Shinichiro: screw you guys, actually ☹️

Benkei: emoji's are for children. stop using them. you're gonna frown? as a grown man? what's wrong with you

Shinichiro: what's wrong with frowning??

Shinichiro: YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY A PRETTY GIRL ASKED ME ON A DATE

Shinichiro: we're meeting at a karaoke bar

Takeomi: if this happens to be real, do not drink

Takeomi: you get touchy when you're drunk and it's fucking weird😐

Wakasa: girls might think that's weird and creepy

Shinichiro: that was one time and i apologized

Takeomi: i don't give a fuck if you apologized you kissed me you fucking cunt

Takeomi: i don't even wanna talk about it i'm gonna vomit

Shinichiro: it was just a goodnight kiss. for the homies 😕

Wakasa: you stuck your tongue down his throat dude

Shinichiro: we were wearing socks so it was fine

Benkei: you just say shit

Shinchiro: you guys are ruining my vibe rn so i'm just gonna get ready for my date and the future love of my life

Shinchiro: she's so pretty i'm in love with her

Shinichiro: oh man i'm getting butterflies

Takeomi: send a pic

Shinchiro: you'll see her soon enough if things go well

Takeomi: guess i'm never seeing her

Sano affiliated groupchat

Inupi: idk a lot of us in here aren't Sano's and it kind of annoys me that this is what the groupchat's called

Mikey: get that stick out of your ass or leave like it's not that deep

Inupi: shut the fuck up you dwarf

Mikey: i'm the average height for a japanese male

Inupi: "i'm the average height for a japanese male🤓☝️"

Inupi: and no you're not. you're 5'3 and the average height is 5'7

Mikey: at least i have more than 3/4 of my face

Inupi: should you be saying that when you have a history of mutilating people's faces

Inupi: isn't that right Haruchiyo

Haruchiyo: kill yourself

Senju: girls, stop fighting

Emma: guys please not again

Draken: Inupi don't leave, Shinichiro wanted us here for something important so can we be civil for a few minutes

Inupi: whatever

Inupi: where is he anyway he said we should all be online cause of an emergency and he's not even here

Izana: are the old people here?

Takeomi: we're not old

Izana: ok grandpa

Kakucho: what's the emergency?

Benkei: fuck if we know

Wakasa: if i've come here to waste my time i'm gonna twist his dick off

Mikey: why do you want his dick in your hand🤨?

Wakasa: stop playing games Manjiro...

Benkei: is corporal punishment still legal

Mikey: i was kidding 😭

Mikey: also i'm a full grown adult so that would just be assault

Benkei: is assault still illegal

Emma: uh yes?

Benkei: i don't know why i asked because i'm going to do it anyway

Mikey: are your anger management classes even working💀?

Mikey: and lucky for me i'll be in Paris tmr for a fan meetup so😋

Shinchiro: hi guys

Wakasa: what do you want

Takeomi: i bet he fumbled

Mikey: fumbled what?

Takeomi: he had a date

Inupi: what's the emergency Shinichiro?

Shinchiro: i need you guys to answer these questions as quickly as possible

Shinichiro: what's a femboy??

Emma: now what does that have to do with the urgent emergency you told us you had?? i missed my pregnancy yoga classes for this? SHIN?

Senju: why is everything you do so unserious

Baji: Haruchiyo's a femboy

Haruchiyo: no the fuck i'm not you piece of shit

Mikey: you're not?

Haruchiyo: no??

Mikey: but you're pretty, and you look like a girl so?

Haruchiyo: no... but uh, thanks ig

Senju: girl stand up. this is embarrassing😕

Shinichiro: guys please this is serious i can't hide in the bathroom forever

Emma: what are you doing in the bathroom??

Shinichiro: i'm on my date right? so we're having a great time and we're singing and drinking and i tell her what a pretty girl she is and she says "girl?" and i'm like "yeah you're a pretty girl" and she says she's a femboy and i don't know what that means like what does "boy" have to do with anything so i went to the bathroom to ask you guys this question real quick because she said we're going to her apartment after this (!!!i think for sex!!!) but i'm just trying to clear up what she meant by the boy part

Baji: LMAOOOOOOO

Izana: it means "she" is a he

Izana: that's not a girl, it's a feminine presenting man. hence the description femboy

Mikey: I'M FUCKING CRYING 😭😭😭😭

Baji: can you even call yourself femboy when you're like in your 30's? that's a grown ass man

Takeomi: what's up with you and all these suspiciously gay situations

Wakasa: i think the universe is trying to tell you something

Benkei: how did you not know he was a guy

Shinichiro: because she's pretty! like a girl

Haruchiyo: *he's a guy

Shinichiro:

Baji: why's the cat sad. that's fucked up

Kakucho: it's basically how Senju looks like a boy most of the time and Haruchiyo looks like a girl

Takeomi: how did you not see a bulge or something

Shinchiro: she's wearing a skirt

Mikey: *he

Wakasa: and nothing was swinging out?

Izana: what kind of question is this

Emma: stop being vulgar Waka-nii😐. this is such a stupid conversation

Wakasa: aren't you a grown woman tho i feel like you can handle me talking about dicks

Shinchiro: holy shit she's a he

Inupi: can we go now

Baji: a hole is a hole

Emma: Baji ew😕

Takeomi: the difference between them is that one makes you gay because you're fucking a guy in the ass and the other one is normal

Baji: same difference

Takeomi: did you read what i just said

Mikey: he's illiterate

Baji: you can't insult me with a word i don't know the meaning of

Inupi: Shin what's the verdict?

Shinichiro: well...this is still a very pretty person so...

Takeomi: bro??

Shinichiro: is it that big of a deal tho?? i don't think it is

Shinichiro: yeah, this is fine

Shinichiro: is it all that gay if you're attracted to someone who looks like a woman?

Takeomi: if you're gonna fuck them, YES???

Benkei: he's lost it

Wakasa: i'm gonna need you to be sure about this because do you even know what to do? you're gonna embarrass yourself. you're not educated on gay sex at all

Baji: i can help with that

Draken: if i'm being honest i don't think you should take advice from anyone here at all

Baji: but i'm an expert

Mikey: we don't wanna know anything about what you and Chifuyu do 😐

Baji: yes you do

Inupi: google exists. just buy lube and condoms holy shit you guys are overcomplicating this so much

Mikey: of course you would know😒

Inupi: yeah i would know because i'm gay?? fucking idiot

Senju: are buttholes self lubricating? i can't be sure since i have constipation and my buttholes as dry as some tree bark

Haruchiyo: why would you tell us that

Takeomi: Senju watch how you talk. girls aren't suppose to say stuff like that

Senju: fine, next time i'll say anus to be more ladylike

Takeomi: and to answer your question, yes. because when you poop there's residue

Takeomi: you hear that Shin

Takeomi: shit in the ass

Takeomi: don't do this

Haruchiyo: you just told us you don't wipe your ass properly

Emma: i hate everyone here so bad omg

Draken: i think it's our cue to leave

Shinichiro: fuck it. i'm gonna do it

Shinichiro: thanks for the help guys! it is what it is at this point 😁

Shinichiro: bye!!

Mikey: i knew he'd eventually succumb to homosexuality

Takeomi: well since i'm homophobic i can't be his friend anymore

Benkei: no one cares

Benkei: Shinichiro successfully wasted our time once again

Benkei: i hope he gets an STD

Mikey: woah 😭

Emma: you're so fuckung dramatic😐

#didn't know how to end this one #uhh hope you like it #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokrev #tokyo revengers groupchat #tokyo revengers texts #sano manjiro/mikey #sano shinichiro #sano emma #izana kurokawa #baji keisuke #ryuguji ken/draken #inui seishu #akashi haruchiyo #akashi senju #akashi takeomi #imaushi wakasa #arashi keizou/benkei

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shininjjongg · 11 months

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It’s easy to hate Michael Kaiser

Author’s note: A small drabble cuz im a huge sucker for enemies to lovers trope

Pairing: Michael Kaiser x gn!reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: Alcohol, verbal abuse, aggressive behaviour, physical assault, sexual assault, bullying.

It is easy to hate Michael Kaiser.

There is a plethora of reasons to hate Michael Kaiser.

He's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

Michael Kaiser made your life a living hell all because he is unprofessional and can not draw a line between work life and personal feelings.

Kaiser despised your guts, and he never shied away from making it known to everyone and their grandmas.

You're not certain as to what could have possibly caused this rowdy irritation he feels whenever you enter his field of vision.

You tried to be civil, you really did. We're all adults here, right? Wrong. Michael Kaiser is nothing but an overgrown child. You thought you could work with him despite him cursing under his breath each time you tried to hold a conversation with him. It's not like you were trying to chat him up; no, you were just trying to give him important information about his upcoming matches and events that were planned.

He was insufferable. You have considered leaving the job several times, all because of Kaiser and his inability to keep personal feelings out of his professional life.

He picked at you every chance he got. You were 5 minutes late to the meetings? No worries, Kaiser has already been complaining about you being unpunctual for the last 20 minutes. You accidentally messed the times in his schedule for the week? He will remind you of that every time he sees your face. You went to get a coffee from the cafeteria but didn't grab one for him? What kind of a manager are you even if you can't do your job properly.

The first time you met Kaiser was 6 months ago when you were assigned to be Bastard Munchens manager. If you had known the absolute nightmare that Michael Kaiser would be towards you, you would have NEVER taken the job.

On your first day, you were introduced to all the players of the team; they were all nice and welcomed you warmly, except Kaiser, who didn't even glance your way. Initially, you thought that maybe he just had a bad day. But you knew you were lying to yourself, you've heard what people say about him, about his character.

You refused to believe the essence of Michael Kaiser was to be a jerk. He can't be that bad, right? Wrong. Kaiser made sure he proved to you each day why he had the reputation of number one bastard in Bastard Munchen.

After winning a particularly hard match, the whole team decided to go celebrate and invited you as well. Even tho you were hesitant, considering Kaiser would go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, you still agreed. One night out wouldn't hurt, would it?

After arriving at the club, everyone scattered around doing their own thing, dancing, drinking, flirting. You were sitting at the bar, staring at your drink and listening to Ness talk about this amazing goal Kaiser landed in the match.

You love Ness, truly you do, but god, all he ever talked about is Kaiser. You were honestly getting sick of it. After not-so-careful consideration, you excused yourself to the restroom to freshen up a bit.

Upon entering the restroom, you heard someone follow you right away, not that you cared enough to pay attention to who it was that entered.

You let out a surprised yelp when you suddenly felt someone press themselves to you and cage you between their body and the counter. Shocked and scared, you didn't know what to do or what to say, anxiety and fear taking over your body as you started shaking.

Looking in the mirror, you saw the predator's face. It was the guy who had been glaring at you ever since you stepped a foot into the club. His intense staring made you uncomfortable, but you were here with Bastard Munchen, they would never let anyone lay a finger on their precious manager.

Alas, you didn't think the guy would be such a creep to follow you into the restroom to make a move. A loud banging noise broke you away from your thoughts. He had instinctively let go of you due to the loud noise, and by the time he had figured out there was no real danger, you had already made a beeline towards the door.

Hurrying back to Ness to gather up all your belonging and bid goodbye as you left the club and called Uber.

Upon arrival at your apartment, you collapsed. Head hanging low, lost in thoughts. You had escaped by pure luck. Who knows what that creep was planning to do.

Deciding to relax a bit you ran a hot bath and plopped yourself in it. Sighing heavy as your skin came in contact with the water. All you want to do is wash away everything that happened that night.

After an hour or so you had already gotten out of the bath and were getting ready for bed when you heard aggressive knocking at your door.

"Who in the world is banging on my door at 3 in the morning."

Scoffing, you made your way to the front door, opening it.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the sight you had witnessed. There he stood, in all his glory, Michael Kaiser.

Upon further inspection, you noticed he reeked of alcohol and could barely stand on his own, and... he was covered in blood.

Wait... why was he covered in blood. Is he hurt? Did he hurt someone? Why did he come to you? What was going on?

You mind became consumed by tens of thousands of unanswered questions and before you could speak he beat you to it.

"You okay?" he mumbled in a low tone.

"I'm supposed to be the one asking the question! What happened? Are you hurt??" you hurriedly spoke while opening the door wider to let Kaiser in.

"'m okay, not my blood" he said as he stumbled into your apartment

"Did you get into a fight?" now, you were getting pissed. Of course he got into a fight, it's Kaiser we're talking about.

"I beat up the guy who touched you." he said nonchalantly while making his way into your living room.

Did he beat up the guy from the restroom?

Before you could process what he said, he turned back to face you and said

"Came to make sure you're okay"

It's easy to hate Michael Kaiser, he's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

#michael kaiser #kaiser #bllk #bllk angst #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x reader #kaiser angst #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #kaiser x gn!reader #bllk kaiser

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seeingivy · 1 year

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soulmates

levi ackerman x f!reader

a game of taboo makes you wonder if levi is your soulmate

content: post war levi, domestic fluff, mentions of nightmares, falco + gabi, kinda manga spoilers?, blood

Every weekend, you and Levi open up the likes of your tea shop and your home to your two favorite kids - Falco and Gabi. Not that Levi would ever tell them that. It was a tradition the four of you adopted after Reiner went out of town on a trip that you continued after he returned. The four of you enjoy each others company more than most.

Falco and Gabi always help you and Levi with the shop on Friday, granted creating more of a mess than actually helping. While you and Levi had adopted a pace to making drinks at the shop, like a well oiled machine, Falco and Gabi were anything but.

Gabi was all about speed. She wanted to make all the orders as fast as she could, not caring who or what, she had to trample over to get there. You swear the girl has nearly knocked you off your feet a few times, which earns her a scolding from Levi.

Falco was all about precision. He wanted to make all the orders as perfect as possible, not caring how long it could take. You swore he could spend an entire day steeping if he could. You’re sure the habit is no thanks to Levi, who always sends the poor kid back whenever he asks him to make his tea.

After finishing up at the shop, you and Levi close up, letting Falco and Gabi play the board games or read the books you have set out in your apartment for them. Games, from you. Books, from Levi. It goes to say that the spines of the book are in perfect state from never being opened.

On this lovely Friday, Gabi and Falco had picked out Taboo for the four of you to play. You and Falco chose to team up like you did every week, the two of you a dream team of sorts. Meanwhile, Levi and Gabi begrudgingly worked together, butting heads every time the game started. They were both used to taking charge and making the plays, which led to arguments on how they should strategize and win. Meanwhile, you and Falco worked out a system - taking turns calling the shots which fared very well for the two of you.

The game is chaotic, with Levi and Gabi aggressively trying to guess the words at the top of the card. You and Falco can’t help but laugh at their turns, the two of them arguing about the semantics of the words and scolding each other for losing out the points each time. Meanwhile, you and Falco have a civilized conversation, high fiving every time you could figure out the word together.

On your turn, you lift the card to your forehead, Falco smiling in excitement.

“This one’s easy. You and Levi.”

“Me and Levi? Is it business owners?”

“No. Think about what you guys are.”

“Adults? A couple? Short?”

Levi grabs the back of your head, turning your face towards his.

“I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that last one, brat.”

You see Gabi and Falco laughing from your peripheral and you roll your eyes at him in response.

“Military? Leaders?”

The buzzer rings and you remove the card from your forehead to check the word. You hear Gabi and Levi taunting you in the background, but you’re too busy staring down at the card. Gabi leans over, flipping the card from your fingers to read the word.

“The word is soulmates, Mr. Levi.”

“Soulmates?”

You turn your head at Levi saying the word.

“Soulmates, Mr. Levi, are people who are made for each other. The person who balances you out, the one you’re destined to be with. You can swear you’ve met them before, your souls together in the previous life and the next too. Like you and Miss Y/N. ”

Levi turns to Falco, his gray eyes glaring at him. He turns to you, his gaze noticeably softening. You’re sure your cheeks are beet red by now and you try to divert the subject.

“I’m going to start dinner. Whose turn is it to help me?”

“Mine.”

Your eyes widen as you turn to Levi, cursing yourself for asking in the first place.

“You guys only played a few rounds. Stay here, I can handle it this week, Lee’.”

You stand up before he can respond, basically running to the kitchen.

“But Mr. Levi, wasn’t it my turn?” asks Falco, turning his head to the side to look at Levi.

“Yes. Shut up and play the game brat.”

After dinner, you and Levi pull out the air mattress the four of you sleep on. While you used to set up the guest rooms - you and Gabi in one and Falco and Levi in your bedroom - the four of you had been sleeping together in the living room as of late.

It all started a few weeks ago, on a particularly bad night for you. Falco and Gabi ran into your room to find you screaming in your sleep, Levi hunched over you trying to pull you awake. When you came to, you held onto Levi, the tears streaming from your eyes.

“Miss Y/N. What happened?”

You turn to your side to find Falco and Gabi crying at your side, their faces pink. You motioned for the two of them to join you and Levi on the bed, the four of you sitting criss cross to face one another.

“Nightmares, Falco. I’m okay.” you whisper.

“I get those too. Bad ones.”

The three of you look over, Gabi’s head in her hands. You move her hands, guiding her face to meet your gaze.

“Mine are always about Hange. I see them in the air, skin on fire. I try to stop them in the dream, but they’re gone by the time I get to them. They never get up, no matter how hard I try, how fast I move.….they still die in my arms every time I close my eyes.”

You feel Levi shift behind you, his hand making its way into your hair. He brushes through the tangles, attempting to fix your bedhead. You warm at the thought, Levi’s touch comforting you all together.

“I’m killing Sasha, watching her blood spill onto the floor. Or watching Eren become the Attack Titan, his skeleton spinning into the air while the walls come down.”

She pauses, the words dying in her throat.

“Falco turns into a titan, his warm eyes replaced with that lifeless, horrifying look in his eyes. He’s gone. And it’s all my fault.”

Falco reaches for her hand, the three of you squeezing your hands together.

“You didn’t tell me, Gabi.” whispers Falco, turning to face her.

“It’s embarrassing. That stuff is over but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“It’s not over, not for us anyway. Sometimes I swear I can still see that girl, Ymir’s memories. I wake up in a cold sweat, dreaming of being her as she’s crushed in Galliard’s teeth. Or I see Colt. Him embracing me while I kill him.”

You hold your arms open, the two of them moving into your arms. You feel the two of them crying onto your shirt, as you press a kiss to the top of their heads. You turn to face Levi, his expression steely. You knew the look all too well, after being at Levi’s side for years. He felt guilty. You’re not sure what for.

“I have them too.”

Gabi and Falco turn to face Levi, shocked at his words. While you opened up to the two of them often, Gabi and Falco rarely had heart to hearts with Levi. They never hated him for it, understanding that he had every reason to be guarded, more than most. The only person he really talked to was you.

He reaches over, his hands brushing across the scars on your forehead and then your neck. You’re taken back to the moment, being nearly crushed in Zeke’s grasp as you guys stood on the Attack Titan. Levi had gotten to you in time, severing you out of Zeke’s hold, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch you before you fell down.

“My nightmare is that I killed you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you falling, after I cut you down. I reach you and you’re dead. No sparkling eyes looking at me, no stupid remarks when I talk to you. You’re still. Quiet. Lifeless. And it’s all my fault. I wake up every night, pressing my fingers against your neck just to make sure you’re still here.”

You reach forward, pulling him into your embrace. You place your hand on the side of his hair, the other arm still slung around Gabi and Falco. The four of you sit like that for a while, no one reaching to breaking the silence.

“Mr. Levi. Can we sleep here?” he whispers, looking up at Levi.

You and Levi move, opening up the covers for the two of them to climb in between you. Within a few minutes, the two of them are fast asleep, the tear stains now dry against their cheeks. You and Levi face each other, interlocking fingers over the two of them.

“Whatcha thinking about, Miss Y/N?”

You turn to find Falco, pulling out his pajamas near the mattress. You shake your head, throwing away the memory all together as you finish putting the bed together.

“Nothing, Falco. Levi’s in the bathroom. Go brush your teeth.”

He jumps off, retreating to your bathroom. You move towards the guest bathroom, finding Gabi brushing her teeth by the sink. You join her, the two of you making faces at each other as you finish up.

“Braids, Gabs?”

She nods, sitting up on the counter as you start brushing your fingers through her hair. You section off parts of her hair, getting to work on braiding her brown hair.

“Do you not think Levi is your soulmate?”

“What?”

“It’s just that earlier, the card. You seemed uncomfortable when Falco said you guys were.”

You sigh, twisting her hair in your fingers.

“It’s not that, Gabi. Don’t soulmates have to be reciprocal?”

“You don’t think you’re his soulmate?”

“I don’t know. He’s lost so many people but I’m unsure of how he felt about them and how he feels about me. Sometimes I wonder if they were still here, I wouldn’t be the one next to him. Maybe he would want it to be one of them instead.”

“I don’t think so, Miss Y/N. He loves you. The thing he’s most scared to lose is you.”

“That’s because I’m the only thing left, Gabi.”

Levi and Falco burst in, Falco nearly falling face first into the floor. You and Gabi turn to your side, glaring at the two of them for interrupting your conversation. You see Falco’s eyes shine at the sight of you braiding Gabi’s hair.

“Gabi! You look so pretty.”

You watch Gabi flush at his words, running out of the room to avoid making eye contact with him. He follows, screaming an apology at her.

“Brats. They’re hopeless.”

“She’s hopeless. I bet she does this everyday, because there’s no way Falco walks around without saying something like that to her.”

He nods in agreement as you clear the sink from the brushes and elastics you were using in her hair. You look into the mirror to find Levi staring at you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No.”

“Then why are you staring?”

He reaches forward, crushing you in his arms. You feel his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you even harder in his arms. He lets go, running his eyes over you.

“You okay, Levi?” you whisper, staring into his gray eyes.

“Yeah, it’s just-”

He’s cut off by Falco and Gabi, who barge into the room again.

“Oh, sorry. We were just going to ask when you wanted to sleep.”

Levi turns to you, giving you a smile before turning to glare at the two of them. He pushes Gabi out of the room and you sling your arm around Falco as you follow them.

“Did no one teach you brats how to knock?”

“No. My parents died in the rumbling before they could teach me that.”

“Your parents dropped you off here. You’re real funny brat.”

You wake up, a cold sweat running down the side of your back. Sasha in a pool of her own blood. You look over, Gabi and Falco are still fast asleep under the blanket. Levi is absent from the mattress and you peer around for any signs of where he went.

You spot his black hair through the window of the balcony, him sitting on the floor out there. You pull your jacket (it’s Levi’s but who’s paying attention?) and join him out there, moving to sit next to him. He tenses at the contact, before opening up his arm for you to rest against him. You lean your back against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head.

The two of you sit in silence, staring out at the neighborhood over you. You lean into his embrace, thanking whatever gods there were for letting you be the one next to Levi in this moment.

“It was always going to be you.”

“Hm?”

“The person next to me. It was always going to be you.”

You sit up, turning your back to face him. You’re unsure what he’s talking about, confused by his admittance all together.

“I heard you talking to Gabi earlier. If they were still here, you would still be the one I want by my side.”

You feel your cheeks burning, embarrassed Levi had heard you confessing your insecurities to a twelve year old girl.

“I’m sorry, Levi. I didn’t mean it like that. I know how you feel about me.”

Hie expression pinches and you can feel him tense behind your back. You curse yourself for placing doubt in his mind after everything he did for you.

“I…loved them. They were both special to me, my best friends.”

You nod, cradling the side of his face in your hand.

“I know, Levi. You don’t need to explain.” you whisper.

“But they’re not special the way you are. It sounds bad but I don’t love them like I love you. I’d be done for if you were the one gone instead of them.”

You smile, glowing at his words. You knew Levi loved you, but he was hardly one to ever say it. Make no mistake, he showed it to you everyday - leaving tea out for you, making the dinner you like, buying flowers that remind him of you. But he was never the best at saying it, which did leave you to wonder at times.

“Me too, Levi. As weird as it is to say, sometimes I feel lucky that you and I get to do this. Run a tea shop. Have the kids come around. Walk in the markets. I mean this time last year we were cradling each other's nearly dead bodies.”

He pauses, swallowing hard before answering.

“The next life will be nicer to us. I mean the odds are fucking impossible - anything is better than this.”

“The next life?”

“Soulmates. Your souls are together in the previous life and the next.”

You feel your chest warm at his words, at him calling you his soulmate. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

Levi walks Gabi and Falco home the next morning, leaving you snoring in the mattress behind. Gabi and Falco press kisses to your head, telling Levi they’ll bring dessert when they come next week.

Levi returns, groceries in hand. He makes breakfast, starting a cup of tea as you pad into the kitchen. Still half asleep, you swing your arms against his torso, leaning your face against his back.

“Kids gone?”

“Mhm. Dropped them off earlier. I got the apples you wanted yesterday while I was out.”

You turn to the counter, rummaging through the bag Levi brought. You take out the flowers he brought from the market - a bouquet of red tulips. You smile, setting them aside to put in a vase later.

As you look for the apples, you find a small green box. You take it out and click it open, a simple silver band in the box.

“Levi.”

“Hm?”

“Did you buy me a ring?”

You see his expression pale, as he reaches over trying to take the box from you. You’re able to avoid his grasp for a few seconds, but he gets it back in the end.

“You’re so damn nosy, brat.”

“Why are you trying to hide it? Buy it for your secret girlfriend instead of me?” you tease.

“You get stupider as time goes on. It’s obviously yours. I was waiting to give it to you.”

You smile, holding your hands out so he can give you the box back. As he reaches out to place the box in your hands, you pause spotting an identical silver band on his ring finger.

“You have the same one!”

“Yes. That’s the point, idiot.”

You look up at him, staring into his eyes. You suddenly feel nervous. Last night, Levi called you his soulmate. And today he bought you rings. Matching ones.

“What does it mean? I mean, am I really all that?” you whisper.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

You deflate, dejected by his words. While the implication of matching rings made you nervous, nauseous even, his fast rejection made you feel even worse.

“Oh. Okay, yeah.”

“I didn’t-”

You can see the frustration rising to his face, his eyes squinting at you.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You mean everything. I just mean we don’t have to do anything. If you don’t want to. They’re just rings. We can do all that whenever we want to.”

You look up at him, smiling at his nervous expression.

“I mean everything?” you ask, smirking at him.

He prods his fingers into your forehead, pushing you back into the chair. He places the breakfast he just made in front of you along with a cup of green tea.

“You’re hopeless, brat.”

Falco and Gabi return the next week, accompanied with a box of mochi Reiner had bought for the two of you. As you and Levi take to make dinner, Falco and Gabi lean over the counter, whispering at the sight of you.

“They’re wearing matching rings.”

“What? Where, Falco?”

“On their ring fingers. Look.”

“They’re getting married, Falco! Does this mean I get to be a flower girl?”

You and Levi smile at each other, trying your best not to laugh at the two of them whispering (yelling) over the counter. Levi turns towards them, placing their food in front of them.

“We’re not getting married, brat. Not yet, anyways.”

“YOU COULD HEAR THAT?”

You turn to join the three of them, balancing your plate and Levi’s in your hand.

“You’re not the best whisperer, Gabs. Sorry.”

“Who bought them, Miss Y/N?”

“Levi did, Falco. Last week after he dropped you off.”

“Told you he was whipped for you. He looks like a kicked dog every time you walk away from him.”

“Keep talking, brat. I can easily convince her to pick another flower girl.”

You and Levi turn to Gabi, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“Wait, so you’d actually consider me?”

“Well yeah. Who else would do it?”

She runs across the table, pulling the both of you together in a hug. Falco jumps up as well, running to join the three of you. The two of them shout in their excitement, shaking the two of you in their hold. Gabi grabs Falco’s hand, dragging him onto the balcony to look at which flowers would be best for the ceremony.

“Since when does that murderous brat like flowers? It’s sickening.”

“She’s just excited, Levi. Getting to be a part of it all and everything.”

“We aren’t even getting married yet.” he deadpans.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

You turn to him, interlocking your fingers with his as the two of you eat your food. You hear the two of them chattering outside and thank the gods, for keeping the other half of your soul next to you.

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What would Draconequus!Twilight dynamics be with the Mane Six and Spike?(and any other interesting character interactions?)

long shit under readmore!!

Rarity: thinks Twilight's genuinely gorgeous, and is utterly baffled by how the Canterlot elite treat rumors of her. She's not traditionally pony-pretty, but Rarity thinks traditional is starting to go out of fashion, anyway. (its all rather narrow minded stuff.) She's the first pony Twilight knows who personally modifies clothing for her. Twilight gets her first outfit post-Draconequus change as a grown adult from Rarity.

Fluttershy: initially sees Twilight like how she sees Spike - like a really fascinating animal. It's not until a few conversations later that she realizes both of them aren't to be prodded at like her animals, and she's very embarrassed that she acted like they were. Afterwards they're chill

Rainbow Dash: WANTS DESPERATELY TO KNOW HOW FAST TWILIGHT CAN FLY. (twilight technically doesn't fly. her wings are there for decoration. she automatically floats, but her wings DO react as though they're what's pulling her. its not. its magic. its always magic)

Pinkie Pie: acts exactly the same. DOES really like it when Twilight breathes fire, though, because it sparkles

Applejack: is the most sympathetic out of the bunch. she knows Twilight is more afraid of ponies than ponies will ever be of her, and is automatically a lot friendier to her because of it. she treats Twilight not like a pony, but still like an equal, which is something the others have to pick up on. (Applejack also works with the most nonponies out of the bunch - sheep and pigs and cattle and all that, some of whomst ARE sentient and she cares for)

Nightmare Moon: gets an auto-crush on twilight because upon meeting they try to tear each other's faces off, and she thinks thats hot

Princess Luna (reformed): is very ashamed that she tried to flirt with Twilight while trying to take over the world. (still has a minor crush on her anyway tho)

Shining Armor: is so protective of Twilight, he graduates from the academy early so he can use his rank to keep an eye on her easier. He doesn't visit her in ponyville personally for a while to give her space and privacy, but when Discord drops in, limiters are off, big brother mode initiated, he tries to fight Discord by himself and does NOT win but good try big man

Princess Cadence: wants to WHACK Celestia upside the head for not just letting Discord out, like she suggested from the start. has been a really good confidant for Twilight for many, many years, and is always willing to drop everything and help her. Personally she would've snuck Twilight out of that stupid tower but Celestia kept a keen eye on her, and Cadence didn't want to cause a civil war getting into a shouting match with her fellow princess

#draconequus au #replies

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noirs-pages · 8 months

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Diavolo and Lucifer 1

Summary: You have a particular way of greeting Diavolo every time you see him, to the chagrin of Lucifer.

Lucifer was… odd to you, to say the least, in terms of the lens you view him under. When not inflated with his pride, he’s someone you can generally tolerate and be able to have civil conversations with, but there’s a distance you want to keep with him.

It’s not out of fear, you can’t fear someone who’s pride gets so easily bruised that he flares up like a bird. No, you keep your distance because the longer you stay around him, the more Lucifer gets the idea that you’ll be happy to be subservient to him. To be his little assistant to bully as he pleases, like a dog hoping for a reward.

You can’t say you’re surprised. A demon of pride like him would value his own pride more than your own, and as such, would want for the taming of your pride with his presence.

You can’t even ask him for help. You just refuse to feed into his pride in any way.

You’re polite when you need to be, but that’s about the extent of it. It irritates you, how your status as a human being leads to Lucifer treating you like less than a capable adult and more an entertaining thing to press and prod.

It’s why you couldn’t help but smile when you saw Diavolo walk into the council room.

In an instant, Lucifer stopped with his teasing smile and lowered his head just a bit in a subtle but clear show of respect to a demon he deemed superior. It can easily be seen as him giving a friendly greeting, but you knew better.

“Ah, Lucifer!” And, of course, Diavolo presence and voice was as loud as ever.

You slipped out of your chair and past Lucifer. You felt a small flare of heat from him, probably for breaking one of his social taboos that he’s so stuck on, but he can’t full out show his anger.

Not when Diavolo was in the room, and certainly not when he’s focusing on you.

Alright, time to internally kill Lucifer.

“Hey there, Big Pup,” you reached your hands out, up into the air, and let your smile get softer when Diavolo instinctively lowered his head towards you, “how you doing?”

You sunk your fingers into his hair and ruffled it around, like you would with any good dog. You almost snorted when you heard Lucifer behind you choke on his own spit.

You didn’t start off with these kinds of friendly greetings with Diavolo, you’re not exactly a person that easily shows open affection. However, you are a pretty blunt person all things considered. You were zoning out and ended up focusing on Diavolo’s hair just because the color was so rich and told Diavolo as such when he asked you why you were staring.

And when Diavolo asked if you wanted to touch, the rest was history. Poor man, the first hair ruffling really left a number on him. His eyes went wide and you can just see the dopamine being shot into his veins. And for the rest of that meeting, his eyes kept drifting back to your hands.

It was silly as well as cute. And now you have the added bonus of it being endlessly entertaining because Diavolo has no qualms with getting your hands on his head with his friends watching.

“I’m doing quite fine, thank you,” Diavolo rumbled out after a delay, almost losing himself to your hands, “Barbatos has been working me to the bone. There’s so much to do.”

“How horrible, but there’s nothing to be done,” you sighed before backing away, pleased by the little sigh of disappointment that left Diavolo’s lips.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer finally recovered enough to speak up, “while it is only us here, it’s best for you to conduct yourself as someone befitting your position. What are you going to do if someone else witnessed you being pet like and called a ‘pup?’”

You just shrugged your shoulders, knowing full well Lucifer was not talking to you, “Hey, he’s the one that gave his stamp of approval. If he wants the pats, he gets the pats.”

His opinion doesn’t really matter and it’s nice to remind Lucifer of it.

“There’s no harm being done, Lucifer,” Diavolo laughed with some shame but you’re glad to see he didn’t give into it, “it’s just a cute human greeting. Perhaps you want to give it a try?”

You pulled your hands out of your pockets, shaping them into claws as though you’re ready to pounce on Lucifer’s head.

“Well?” You asked with a light tilt of your head, knowing he won’t say yes.

“I’ll have to pass,” the vein on Lucifer’s head thickened a bit, jaw tense, but ultimately let it go with a sigh. He’s fighting a losing battle.

Ah, no wonder you and Lucifer don’t quite get along. You both like having your prides fed.

#obey me #omswd #nightbringer #noir's pages #noir's pages exclusive #drabble #demon lord's castle #diavolo #house of lamentation #lucifer #reader insert

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paperclipped-mongoose · 6 months

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Convincing Enough For You?

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x F! Reader

Summary: An important mission came up, and during the briefing it became clear that Mac didn't think you were the right fit for the flirtatious role.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Use of Y/N (not excessive), First Person, Fight Flirting, Arguing, A malfunctioning MacGyver, A villain who likes to take advantage of women, Couple Arguments. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hey Guys! This my first MacGyver Fanfiction, I love writing the series and characters so let me know if you guys like it! Comments and messages mean the world to me! If you've got any ideas for future fic's my idea box is open! ENJOY!

“I’m not sure if this is the best idea, Matty. You know how they feel about each other.” Riley trailed after her boss as they made their way down the hall to the war room. She had been let in on the game plan for the next mission early because Matty needed her input.

“They’re adults. They can put their feelings, undefined they are, away in order to do their job professionally.” Matty could hope. Ever since you joined the Phoenix Foundation there had been a certain animosity between you and a certain human encyclopedia. You were never sure if it was flirting or trying to get on each other’s nerves.

Matty could hear the sounds of shouting from the war room down the hall. “Oh, get your head out of the clouds! You know all too well that if it wasn’t for Bozer and Jack you would have blown yourself up, gotten shot, or made some kinda poisonous gas to kill yourself. You think you’re way more aware than you are. But newsflash: you’re not!” You paused to take a breath, you had made sure to choose your words carefully, they were nothing if not the truth. Mac could make a plane out of a recycling bin and some potatoes, but he routinely got his ass saved by Jack in the field, and Bozer in his own home.

Mac stood in front of the coffee table, his arms crossed tight across his chest. “At least I actually do things to save our asses on missions. Or were you the one who made infrared glasses so we could see the cameras when Riley couldn’t access the system?”

Something about Mac’s defensiveness made you want to egg him on continually. Maybe it was because you liked to hear him talk, even when it wasn’t in a positive way. There were days where the two of you were civil and even friendly, but those days were boring. No conversations would be had, and the day inevitably turned into awkward silence and stares.

Neither you nor Mac liked it that way.

So you picked on each other. It was clear there were never any ill intentions, but sometimes it rode the line and, you were sure, made your coworkers wonder if you and Mac were actually mad. To be fair, it was a question that rarely had a simple answer. But that was just the way the two of you were. Complicated. And you wouldn’t have taken it any other way.

“Can we go one meeting without you two saying something distasteful to each other? One meeting. That’s all I’m asking.” Matty pulled up her screen on the wall before shooting a pointed look at those who stood around the room. Jack observed the screens as they came up, and Riley sat on one of the chairs doing her best to ignore you and Mac, knowing how this would go, and something told her Matty wouldn’t get her wish for peace.

“This is Bryan Snyder.” A rather unpleasant-looking man was pulled up on the full screen along with his Phoenix records. “Hacker extraordinaire with a rap sheet a mile long of gambling offenses.” Matty flashed a couple photos across the screen of Bryan surrounded by presumable winnings and women.

Riley finally took a cue from Matty and spoke up. "He's had incidents filed with multiple casinos, all stemming from his pension for picking up women who've just fought with their partners, while the partner is around."

Jack scoffed as he found his way to the empty seat next to Riley. “Sounds like he's made a game out of picking up girls on the rebound."

Jack’s comment earned a grin from Riley, who added: "At least he looks like he tips well."

Your leg bounced involuntarily as you fiddled with the few paperclips in your hand—not bending them, just linking them together one after the other to make a chain. It drove Mac mad, and you knew it. He was one who did things with purpose, so idly fiddling with some paperclips without reshaping or bending them clawed at him internally. “So what is our position in this?” you finally spoke up. “I didn’t know the Phoenix Foundation did personal vendetta work for ex-girlfriends.”

Matty shook her head watching Mac who silently but unsubtly stared you down as you wrapped the paperclip chain around your wrist to make a bracelet. “Not a vendetta. A prevention service for the Parisian government. Snyder holds a virus on his laptop that, if released onto the broadband servers of France, would cause nationwide blackouts and hold millions of people’s information hostage.”

Jack’s face soured at the thought. “Oooh, okay, yeah, so not an angry ex-girlfriend. Got it.”

“We’ve had Riley coding a USB drive that, once plugged in, can give her access to the computer’s system. That way she can corrupt the virus so that when he tries to open it, none of the code will be salvageable. The only thing our team needs to worry about is getting that drive plugged into Snyder’s computer for 8 minutes without him noticing.”

Another scoff came from Jack. “No offense, Matty, but this guy seems like the kinda nerd to be obsessed with his computer. He’s probably one of those weirdos who treats it like his baby or something.” He immediately turned to Riley who had her computer in her lap. He pressed his lips together and stood up, walking towards the other wall to get as far away from Riley as possible. “I’m just gonna shut up now.”

“Yeah, smart choice.”

“The plan, if you guys will ever let me get to it, is this: Is to send in (Y/N) with a partner to pose as our unhappy couple, Bryan has a stay booked with a casino in Monaco this weekend. It’s his last stop on the way into France. A messy breakup in the middle of the casino should be enough to pique Snyder’s interest, and from there all (Y/N) has to do is get him to take her to his hotel room so she can connect the USB to his laptop, which shouldn’t be so hard given his M.O. After 8 minutes, once Riley’s USB has done its job, (Y/N) will take it out and destroy it so it’s not traceable.” Matty pressed her lips together firmly when she noticed Mac shifting his stance and uncrossing his arms, which normally meant that he had something to say. “Can I help you Blondie?”

Mac took the opportunity and stepped forward. “Why don’t we just send in Riley? If the USB doesn’t work, she’ll be able to disable the virus manually. Plus,” a strong look of disdain settled on his face, “I don’t think (Y/N) can flirt convincingly enough to get him to take her back to his room. It’s dangerous to put the weight of a mission on it without a backup.”

That got you mad. You stood and eyed Mac in his stupid power stance. His hands on his hips while he stared at the screen as if he was avoiding eye contact with you. You wondered where all of his confidence had suddenly gone.

“Oh? You don’t think I can handle it?” You took a confident couple steps towards Mac. A well-placed hand on his forearm brought his big blue eyes back to you, somewhat confused as to what you were doing but it didn’t seem as if he was going to stop you.

You took his silence as permission to continue and slid your hand down his arm, bringing your free hand up to play with the suede lapel of his jacket near his chest. You lifted your eyes to meet his for a single, shy moment and couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed. Who thought it was a good idea to give a man with such a perfect face those baby blues? Fuck.

Mac was malfunctioning, his jaw slack as he tried to focus on anything other than how close you were to him. Or the fact he could feel your breath on his neck, or the way your hands held him. Tantalizing and unobtainable. He was sure if either of you did anything in the oncoming moments he’d find himself too deep to back out.

You slid the fingers fiddling with his jacket past his chest to his abdomen, felt the shiver run up his spine even though he tried his best to hide it. Your fingers reached his beltline with more confidence than you felt, and…there was a undeniable tension. One that left you wondering if perhaps you should excuse yourself and drag Mac into some unoccupied office down the hall.

A quick smack below the belt and Mac was half-keeled over, gasping for air as you stepped aside with a prideful smirk. “That convincing enough for you?”

The rest of the team broke into laughter, the sexual and uncalled for tension that was in the room had gone.

“The Macbook needed to reboot there for a moment huh,” Jack said patting your shoulder. “You’ll do just fine, and your mission partner will be there as your backup, you can trust them

Matty just pulled on that subtle smirk she wore when she knew something was bound to be entertaining. “Well, glad you’re working on your chemistry, because Mac is your mission partner. Try not to cause a scene before the target gets there, though. Wheels up in 2 hours.”

Mac had finally been able to gather himself and recover from the unexpected tap. “Let’s just hope you’re ready for 2 to be playing that game.”

A/N: Thank You guys for reading! I am thinking about making another part about the actual mission or what the aftermath would look like for your and Mac's relationship.

A/N: Remember I'm always open to talk to people (18+) about MacGyver! I love the fandom and want to interact as much as possible. If your interested don't be afraid to shoot me a message!

#macgyver 2016 #macgyver #angus macgyver #fearless macgyvers version #lucas till #jack dalton #macgyver fanfiction #macgyver x reader #angus macgyver x reader #macgyver reboot #Fanfiction #I love this man #he is kenough #getting hit in the nuts hurts #Macgyver fanfictions

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nobody-nexus · 7 months

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TADC Incorrect Quotes

(With have Ragatha/Pomni, Jax/Zooble if you squint, and maybe like ONE Jax/Bubble for shits and giggles)

Ragatha: As your best friend— Gangle: Zooble's my best friend? Ragatha, holding a knife: As your best friend—

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Ragatha: Pomni is at that very special age where an adult only has one thing on their mind Caine: Boys? Pomni: Homicide

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Pomni: You know what? When I join this friend group, I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit Caine, Zooble and Kinger continue screaming about mold water Pomni: Not the other way around! Bubble: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water :)

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Gangle: How do Zooble and Jax usually get out of these messes? Ragatha: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out

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Ragatha: Just be careful, Pomni! Pomni, heading out the door: I'm always careful, Ragatha! Pomni: It's everything around me that's careless

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Caine: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems! Gangle: Weight loss? Drink water Ragatha: Clear skin? Drink water Jax: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

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Zooble: Hold on, I can explain Caine: Really? Can you now? Zooble: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie

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Caine: You have to apologize to them Jax Jax: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Gangle: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now

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Ragatha: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? Zooble: No. Jax: No. Ragatha: Didn't think so

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Pomni: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held Ragatha: Are you okay

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Zooble: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times Ragatha: I hope you understand how food poisoning works Zooble: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger I couldn’t eat

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Ragatha: Wake me up- Pomni: Before you go go Gangle: When September ends Caine: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

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Ragatha, smugly, after security arrives to escort Jax and Pomni out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out? Jax, in defeat: Let’s go Pomni: Wait. Jax: What? Pomni: I’d kinda like to be carried out...

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Gangle: We have fun, don’t we, Pomni? Pomni: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life

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Kinger: Hey Ragatha? Ragatha: Yeah? Kinger: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Ragatha: Ragatha: ...What.

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Jax: How high are you? Pomni: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet. Zooble: No, he's asking what drugs are you on Pomni: Oh, antidepressants, why?

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Caine: It is 6:09 . Caine: I am wondering why I’m still alive. Caine: Send Wendy’s. Pomni: The whole restaurant?!

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Zooble: I’m the smartest person in this group.... Jax: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? Zooble: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

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Pomni: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?? Jax: Y- you were putting it in cold water?? Zooble: Pomni. Answer the question, Pomni. Pomni: Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason. Pomni: Plus, you think I have the patience to boil water? Jax: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes?? Zooble: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it? Jax: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? Zooble: It takes less than a minute. Jax: Is your stovetop powered by the f#%king sun??? Zooble: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? Jax: Like seven minutes?? Gangle: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan! Zooble: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? Gangle? Your stove is enchanted! Pomni: Every single person here is a f#%king lunatic. Ragatha: Do none of you own a f#%king kettle?

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Gangle: Guess what I'm about to get! Jax: On my nerves.

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Zooble: Jax has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all they say now. Everything is deez nuts. They simply can't stop. Zooble: I asked Jax where he learned that joke. He made me promise him wouldn't get in trouble if he told me. I agreed. Zooble: So, he leans in and whispers, "deez nuts."

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Pomni: HELP! I TOLD RAGATHA I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK! Jax, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Jax: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A. Ragatha: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory Pomni: F$%k you.

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Zooble: New challenge! Don't say stupid sh!t for 24 hours!

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Pomni: Coca Cola is a health potion, Pepsi is a mana potion Ragatha, amused: What’s grape soda? Pomni: It’s f#%king purple baby!!!

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Zooble: It doesn’t have a bone Jax: Then why is it called a boner?

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Pomni: Can I get a waffle? Caine and Bubble: *fighting and yelling at each other* Pomni: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

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Jax: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes Zooble: Wow, I've gotta hear this Jax: I was angry and envious of my neighbor, so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share Ragatha: You forgot pride Jax: No, I'm pretty proud of this

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Ragatha, trying to be cute: WOW, Pomni, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How AWFULLY lewd of you. Pomni, confused: We literally slept together yesterday? Ragatha: Eh- sweetie no that's not-

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Caine: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? Pomni: Why? It was important Caine: All it says is, "I'm back on my sh!t". Jax, shrugging: The people need to know

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Jax: We’re getting married, bitches! Bubble: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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I think the relationship between Trey and Vil is pretty interesting (but again, as someone who really really likes Vil, each and every of his relationships is interesting to me). Vil himself said Riddle's lucky to have Trey and that Trey is a "exceptional second-in-command" (Vil labwear), and Vil repeatedly noted Trey's thoughtfulness (Vil union/jacket birthday), though sometimes Vil meant it to be criticism (main story 5-22 and Trey apprentice chef, both of which Vil commented that Trey's tendency to spoil others rotten will bring more harm than good for his underclassmen). So yes, they don't appear to be very close (and maybe they aren't), and Vil might appear to be mean to Trey (his words and actions are not helping lol), but I think Trey is one of few students in NRC where Vil actually enjoys having a chat with, considering Trey is one of the few that allow Vil to feel satisfied with his needs to constantly lecturing others and proving that he knows best by smiling and nodding along (Leona can outsmart Vil, Rook can out-talk Vil, Epel gets too defensive etc.) As for Trey, I don't think I know him enough to gauge his opinions about Vil. I'd love to hear what you think too!

I'll be honest, I don't usually think a lot about Trey or Vil (because they're both characters I don't personally enjoy) 🤔 but I love it when new TWST content comes out that makes me go back and reevaluate the characters. It makes them feel really dynamic and helps to recontextualize what I knew of them before. When I think of Vil and Trey's relationship, I think, "they're friendly acquaintances that give off the impression of a stern mom and a doting dad" (not necessarily in a romantic way, that's just the dynamic their relationship reminds me of). Individually, they're both competent people, but they have very different "parenting styles". However, it's never to the point where it becomes hateful. You can tell they disagree on some points, but they're also able to just have a civil conversation about it (ie "be the adults in the room"), letting their strengths play off of each other well. One thing that's very apparent about Vil is that he has high standards for not just himself, but for everyone. Because of this, he has a very critical eye when it comes to things like evaluating the quality of products, as well as others' character. He's not so easily tricked by expert liars like Jade (who came close to earning the Ghost Bride's heart, had it not been for Floyd's interference, even though she would later detect Azul's fakeness; Vil automatically knew something was sus in Jade's dorm uniform vignettes when the eel showed upon Pomefiore's doorstep claiming to want to transfer). What's more, Vil can take one look at someone and determine what their strengths and weaknesses are, and where their potential lies. That's why he picked Epel to be his "poison apple", because he knew that Epel had the capacity to be cute if he learned to embrace his femininity, which would help them stand a chance against RSA. Likewise, Vil can also see these in Trey, no matter how often Trey claims that he's normal or nothing special, or that he's just doing what anyone else would do. See, that's the thing with Trey. He comes off as so humble and approachable that Vil knows it's sometimes detrimental, whether that's to Trey himself or to others. It makes people too reliant on Trey's kindness instead of them learning to be independent (a sentiment which Vil frowns on), and Trey has a habit of perpetuating it because of how "considerate" and "thoughtful" (as Vil puts it) he is. It's a double-edged sword. But in spite of these traits, Vil also recognizes that Trey is skilled at what he does: smoothing things over (because let's be honest, Riddle can suck at that) and leading where others cannot (some will be more likely to listen to Trey because of how "nice" he is to them). I find it really fascinating how Trey talks himself down (in an act of humility), but most everyone else has nothing but high praise for him. It's typically the younger students who see Trey as some older brother figure who will always be there to help them when they need it... but it's the older students--and especially those with discerning eyes--that realize that Trey actually has greater strengths than just that. Both Vil AND Rook, who are some of THE most perceptive characters in the cast, have explicitly commented on Trey's leadership abilities (the latter being during the second Beans Day event; I wrote this post discussing Rook and Trey's relationship if you're interested in reading that! ^^). And you know what else is wild???? If you think about it, Trey is also just as perceptive, and I believe this plays well in his dynamic with Vil. There are many instances when Trey notices details that no one else does, like the fact that Cater dislikes sweets or that Rook does not like to share personal details.

The difference between Trey and Vil is that they use their perceptiveness in different ways; Vil is much more direct with his assessments, he does not hesitate to hit you in the face with what he has scoped out (call it "tough love"). He tends to criticize and point out flaws, and how people could be better. Think about how readily Vil chastised Deuce when Deuce tried to stand up for Epel in book 5; Vil immediately told him he has no right to complain when he has so much more work to do, even Potato #1 (Ace), who started around the same time as Deuce, has made significant progress while Deuce has lagged behind. Vil has no mercy, he is stone cold killer. Some people can't take getting their pride hurt or having their weaknesses told to them, and that's why Vil is often branded as "mean". Trey is the opposite; he often takes note of things but doesn't always make a point to bring it up unless there's a reason for it. His blows are much softer and more considerate because he doesn’t want to attract attention to himself by further aggravating the issue. He does not like having the spotlight on him (something which he brings up multiple times). As an example, when Trey tells us that Cater doesn't like sweets, he says it in a sort of casual manner rather than a pointed one, and his words are phrased such that it's only a guess rather than accusing him of something. Other times, Trey uses the information he has to avoid or to resolve conflicts. For example, when Sebek and Deuce are pressing Rook for information about his family, Trey diverts their attention to take the heat off of Rook. The huntsman realizes that Trey did it on purpose because Trey knew he was feeling uncomfortable with the circumstances. Trey even apologizes to Rook afterwards, asking if he shouldn't have done that. Vil is confrontational (most likely because he sees it as an avenue to push others to grow), whereas Trey is non-confrontational and happy to keep people comfortable with what they already know. If Vil's strategy is to attract bees with venom, then Trey's strategy is to attract bees with honey. On Trey's end, it's actually pretty difficult to gauge how he feels about his classmates because he often doesn't outright state his thoughts on specific people. One thing that crops up time and time again is that Trey typically performs well to make his dorm look good (because, according to him, it would just cause trouble if he messed something up). This says to me that Trey puts the needs or the expectations of others over his own, and this kind of thinking also carries over to how he expresses himself. He tends to make generalized statements like, "yeah, X can be like that", "they can be so energetic", or, "wow, that's impressive". I think this also applies to what he thinks of Vil; Trey has said in other instances that he finds the feats his classmates are capable of totally ridiculous. I'd imagine that he feels similarly about Vil, like he's some star that's way out of Trey's understanding. At the same time, Vil the A list celebrity is also just another classmate, so Trey treats him as such. I don't think I can really recall a time when Trey expressed not liking someone, because really he's the type of guy that tries to get along with everyone. It's not that he necessarily likes everyone, but that he maintains a decent enough relationship so as to avoid issues. As long as he doesn't start anything, no one starts anything with him. That's one of his major boons: Trey's mildness actually makes it so that he doesn't have any real enemies. People either accept his existence and leave him alone, or they give him some level of respect since he's consistently known as a "nice guy" on campus. That's part of why he is so effective as a leader in his own right, and others can recognize that. Vil is also an effective leader, but arguably how he approaches others and handles conflicts has made him more foes than friends (like... how often does he nitpick Epel's looks or manners, and then extend that behavior to people in other dorms?).

Back on the topic of Trey and Vil as a duo, I think it's because of their similarities (the ability to "read" others) and their differences (their very approaches with the information they have on others) that help flesh out their relationship. Vil is equally tough on himself as he is on others (perhaps even more tough on himself), and sometimes that leads to the problem where he denies himself very normal joys or he obsesses over very little details. Trey is exactly the type of person Vil needs to hear from every now and again--just a "normal" dude without those impossible standards. I think this is exemplified in Vil's Labwear vignettes. In those, he is worried about his figure because of a callous comment Rook made. Vil happens to run into Trey in the hallway, and during their conversation Trey picks up on Vil's irritation and invites him over to Heartslabyul for tea. While they're having drinks together, Trey asks about why Vil is upset, and that begins this whole talk about how Vil's upset with Rook's careless phrasing. Trey is able to toss in some of his own experiences dealing with Rook, thereby empathizing with (relating to) Vil rather than simply sympathizing with (feeling bad for) him. I noticed Trey also has less dialogue than Vil; he's giving Vil the space to vent, and pretty much all of Trey's responses are very non-judgmental, non-inflammatory ones. Towards the tail-end of the conversation, Vil actually starts shifting the topic from his annoyance with Rook to Trey's modesty. It's through this that Trey is able to seize the chance to pitch the cake (the so-called "stress relief") he was hoping to offload to Pomefiore this whole time to Vil. Trey got what he wanted in the end while also soothing Vil's troubles, because he treated Vil like an equal rather than a queen on a pedestal. He's okay with soaking up Vil's venom and acting as the verbal punching bag since Trey can just meet it with a level head and understanding. That, in turn, makes Vil feel heard and seen without being judged (which would just make Vil more critical of himself). It's not that Trey just smiles and nods along to let people get anger out of their systems, it's that he actually listens and tells them what they need to hear, but not in an overly sycophantic or condescending way. He knows what to do and say, and how to respond to get on people’s good side. (If that isn't a mastermind move, then I don't know what is 😂 Trey's a lot craftier than people give him credit for! His unassuming nature and lack of open blackheartedness just makes it harder to spot.)

What makes Vil and Trey’s relationship work is that they seem to have a mutual respect for one another, and an understanding of what the other is “truly” like. Vil knows Trey is more talented than he lets on, and Trey can give Vil that outlet he needs to speak on his real emotions. That’s why gives me such strong “parental figures” energy as well 😂

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fishsticksloser · 10 months

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Can be NSFW or SFW but...

Rottmnt hc of ALL the turtles including the future ones, they react upon finding out that reader (female or gender neutral) was & STILL doing Adult VA contact on social media for living. Spicy adult VA asmr contact.

Adult VA!Reader

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: aged up, nothing graphic or explicit just suggestive, kinda short

A/N: Brain went brr when I read this.

Donnie

He already knew before you told him

You don't think he ran a background check on you?

Anyways

Instant fan

He literally doesn't care how you pay bills

Let's be honest, he's not exactly doing legal things to get paid himself

So this is fine with him

He's your #1 fan

Always listens to your live shows

Even says he's willing to help if you want him to

Leo

A bit shocked to be fair

But so supportive

He'll listen most of the time

Wanting to support you and what you do

Though he doesn't like how done people talk to you

Still he's civil

And after a while... A long while

He might offer to star a few times

Mikey

Also pretty shocked

He's still supportive even though he's not a fan of what you do

He listens on occasion

Just because he's curious

Still not a big fan

But you make a living off of it and you seem happy

So he doesn't say anything

He might be willing to participate, bit it's take a very very long time for him to get to that point

Raph

Probably the most shocked

Also probably said something like, "why would you do something like this to yourself?"

He's absolutely not a fan

Sure he wants you to be happy and make money

But he finds VA or any adult content demeaning and gross

Allowing people to hear you in such a vulnerable state

Protective mode activated.

He absolutely refuses to ever participate

He wants to support you, but he really hates what you do

He'll sit you down and have a conversation about it

He has nothing against you, he just isn't a fan of that kind of work.

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lionheartedmusings · 8 months

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finally got around to putting this into words so here is my submission to the q!bad newsletter titled "q!bad is a good person but a bad human".

arcs like the one q!bad is on are naturally polarising and bring out a lot of strong emotions from views which is amazing, but i think a lot of people are missing the forest for the trees here -- more specifically, who we saw q!bad be for almost six months every day (who we still see him be now).

q!bad is a fundamentally good person by all accounts -- yes, he's a mischievous gremlin, but he's insurmountably generous, selfless in the way he gives without ever expecting anything in return, is dependable at every single turn. even in his lowest moments, he didn't turn his back on that dependability to his own detriment -- he prioritised everyone above himself, not just the eggs but also the other islanders.

q!bad is also... kind. not nice, i actually wouldn't call him nice per se, but he's kind, and loving, and gentle if you know how to read his actions -- just because his lovingness is at times odd to read, it doesn't mean it isn't there.

now, everything i've pointed out so far is not only factually true but also just a spot on indication of what makes a good person, right? well... yes, and no.

by human standards he's not a good person. he lies, cheats, is deceitful and cunning at every turn, is a gaslighter and a manipulator, and his moral compass ends when his emotional attachment does -- he won't hesitate to put his friends through tests and trials that he knows hurt them just to reach a goal, even if it's an ultimate "greater good" type goal.

luckily for q!bad, the man isn't fucking human and so the lense through which we see his character need to be adjusted not only to accommodate his life experience (as we would any character) but also the fact that he's just... not human, he can play pretend and he certainly has spent enough time around humans, but nature vs nurture only goes so far and he was a grown ass adult when he sunk atlantis.

it's honestly just painfully obvious that for better or for worse, q!bad doesn't function like humans do, and i think the best indicator of that is how he views interpersonal relationships, connections, love and trust.

for us, love and trust are intrinsically connected and ultimately need to be present for us to form attachments -- if we don't trust someone, we might get along with them at a superficial level but we won't engage further, right? q!bad sees those two as fundamentally separate parts of relationships -- you cannot argue he doesn't love his friends, or all the eggs, but does he trust everyone? no. because q!bad is very much capable of loving you without trusting you, because his default is distrust. while most of us start a connection with existing trust that can then be broken, he starts them with no trust that needs to be earned.

he doesn't see what's wrong about his friendship with q!foolish, he doesn't see the issue with having been sightseeing at the salem witch trials, pompeii is "the reason he doesn't do beach vacations" and not... yeno, a massive historical tragedy. for q!bad, all of these things are normal because he's a millennia old demon who fundamentally lacks the grasp on some pretty basic human concepts despite his time here (i.e. his whole conversation with q!baghera about lines and mortality).

my point being, q!bad is not a good human, he never claimed to be (on the contrary) and his recent actions show that very well...

... but he *is* a fundamentally good person, without question.

as long as you view the cubito through the lense of our own morality, you'll be depriving yourself of some pretty awesome insights into his character and also just not giving him a fair shake!

he's a terror! he's wiped out civilizations! he's eaten people! he is terrifying and bloody and dark! he's also just a little guy who makes care packages and watches kids and won't turn away anyone in need! all of this is him and for a fair analysis you need to consider the entirety of him for better and for worse!

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #qsmp analysis #long post

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meteorstricken · 25 days

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Not going to tag this because I don't want to yuck anyone's yum, but XVI's Joshua is starting to piss me off.

First it was smacking Clive one over accepting Shiva from Jill, as if he'd coerced or pressured her, when in fact she was the one to bring the idea up at all and *offered it freely*. Then, he also calls Jill’s motives into question and dismisses them as invalid, as if her consent didn't count somehow. Seriously, bro? Who the flying fuckety fuck do you think you are? Their chaperone? You couldn't even be bothered to try having a civilized conversation about your concerns first, could you? You just had to come out swinging and deciding what's in everyone's heads for them rather than hearing them out and treating them like...oh, I don't know...the actual fucking adults they are.

Then, we have The Rising Tide, where Joshua feels the need to preach at Clive about Ultima still being the bad guy with fundamentally wicked designs in spite of there being an ironic intersection in their interests with Leviathan. I mean, he straight up *shuts down* any sort of momentary idle curiosity Clive has about that.

You think you could maybe let Clive make his own big boy decisions and discern good from evil for himself, Josh? Maybe respect that he has a functioning brain in his head, can in fact be trusted to manage his own complicated feelings, and that he doesn't need you to remind him that water is wet? Because that's what this is about: RESPECT. What about that whole "on our own terms" thing, eh? Or do Clive's guilt-fueled weak boundaries with you read as permission to make an exception out of the one person who needs to experience that sense of freedom deep down in his soul the most?

I mean, JFC and holy mother hen--er, Phoenix-- of codependency and allll the sanctimonious control freakishness in the name of "protection" that goes with it...

#vent post #may delete later...idk #This Phoenix Roast was brought to you by Unhealthy Bonds of Consciousness.

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copperbadge · 1 year

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storieswritteninthesand

Love this post - thankyou! Slightly tangential request: as a primary teacher I would LOVE to hear any elements of the freedom of expression unit that you can recall? I realise they’re likely blurry, but it sounds fantastic and impactful and I’d love to at least ponder creating something similar…

I wish I could recall more -- I’m sure we must have done activities surrounding it, but mostly what I remember is just him talking to us about it. He was a really interesting teacher at a really interesting school; it was a private school for gifted kids (I had to test in when I was six or seven) and extremely liberal, I don’t think he could have done it in a public school. He also taught us about revisionist history and colonialism super young.

What I remember is that it was tied into a study of foundational government documents like the Magna Carta and the US Constitution; basically he did a nine-year-old-eye-level view of the history of democracy, so he didn’t talk about details or nuances or even dates and names, he just said, you know, this is kind of how it went. And one of the ideas nested in there somewhere (along with a few others like explaining how free public education was established and worked, and how taxes worked) was the idea of freedom of expression.

I remember him explaining to us that in some countries, in history and the modern era, you could be arrested for saying an opinion; you could be put in prison for having your own ideas about the world. He talked to us about how freedom of expression meant that the government couldn’t persecute you for what you said, but you could still get in trouble for it with other people. “Like how you can’t swear around your parents.” Very much “protects you from the government, not the Justin.”

And then he just started asking us questions, like should you get in trouble for lying? What if you lie to a bunch of people and someone gets hurt? What if you lie in a way that breaks a law, like saying you didn’t rob a bank when you did? (“Shouting fire in a crowded theater” was one he used, it’s a fairly standard example). He didn’t talk about sex at all ‘cause we were nine-year-olds, but I can see in the discourse on Kink At Pride the examples he would have made. (I didn’t find out until much later, but he was gay and was deeply impacted by the AIDS epidemic; in the summers when he wasn’t teaching he basically just spent three months getting repeatedly arrested for civil disobedience at protests. He also taught us about passive resistance, going limp when being arrested so that it’s harder to move you around and takes up more manpower.)

He just talked to us about like, there is a balance between freedom of expression and public safety that we have to navigate and it’s always changing, so you have to be able to discuss it, you can’t just make blanket statements about it. It’s not a right that you just have, it’s a negotiation that as a responsible adult you have to engage with.

I wish I could remember if he gave us activities about it, but I just remember it being a long conversation.

#teaching #free speech #freedom of expression #storieswritteninthesand

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Marigolds: A Day of the Dead Story || Jay Halstead x Halstead sister

It could have turned out better, but many inconveniences occurred that made me finish writing hastily. Anyway, I wanted to share it. Might end up delating it, though.

You'll find some songs to armonize this story at the end of the post.

"So, what's the name of this girl, again?" Jay asked from the kitchen while he was cooking dinner.

Sitting on the living room floor, her eyes fixed on the papers and books scattered across the coffee table, Becca replied slowly and deliberately, trying to pronounce each sound correctly, "Ca-ta-li-na."

"Catalina," he muttered to himself, then turned back to his sister. "I don't remember her."

"Yeah, that's because she's new at school. I think her family just moved to Chicago."

"Hmm," Jay hesitated, "Don't you prefer to invite them over here?"

"No."

"I can bring paperwork home. Your friends have been here before," he continued, trying to persuade her.

"Nope. We decided to go to her house because her mom still doesn't know how to move around the city."

Becca left the pen she was writing with, turned to face her brother, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Well, kind of. I don't know her or her family at all. Where does she live, again?"

Becca smiled. "I guess you never stop being a cop."

"Hey!" the detective shot back, "I'm just looking out for you. Any other parent, or big brother in this case, would do the same," he winked.

"Yeah, yeah," she went back to her homework.

The siblings sat comfortably in front of the TV: Jay with his feet on the coffee table, and Becca with her legs crossed on the sofa. Both had their plates on their laps, having dinner while catching up with their favorite crime show.

"That would never happen!" Jay would exclaim from time to time, to which Becca would simply roll her eyes.

This was a typical evening for them, unless Will was there to scold them for not eating at the table "like civilized people," as he would say.

"Okay, you can go to your friend's house, only because it's for homework," Jay said as the ending credits of the show rolled.

"Thanks, I guess?"

"...but I'll drive you there."

"Fine."

"...and I will walk you to the door. I want to meet her mom and take a look at the place where you're staying."

"Jay–"

"Don't you dare make that face at me, Becca Marie!" He pointed at her with his finger.

"Ugh, whatever you want. It's your time to waste, anyway."

The next day after school, Becca had to spend some time at the 21st district before her brother could take her to Catalina's home.

"This should be the house," Jay called his sister before she got out of the truk. "Hey, if anything happens, if you just feel uncomfortable, give me a call, and I'll pick you up, okay? Anything, even if you think it's nonsense."

"Yes, detective," Becca turned her eyes, mocking him.

But Jay was serious. "I mean it." As he had warned, he got out of the car to walk her to the entrance.

After a few knocks, a girl about the same age as Becca opened the door, and a delicious smell wafted out of the house, something they had never smelled before.

At the same time, a voice came from the back part of the house, "Cata, who is it?" But before the girl could answer, a woman hurriedly approached the entrance, drying her hands with a kitchen towel, making it obvious that she had interrupted something because of their arrival. That's how Jay met Mrs. Aragón, Catalina's mother, and as both adults stayed there talking, the girls ran upstairs.

"It smells delicious," Becca couldn't help but point out.

"Yes," Catalina answered proudly, "My mom is baking…", but suddenly she seemed to be ashamed of something.

"What?"

"Nothing," she ended the conversation by opening the door to her room, where two other girls were already working on their school assignment.

It didn't take them long to finish their homework, and as they were waiting for their moms to pick them up, they chatted and laughed. Becca sent a text to let Jay know she was done, to which he immediately answered with "Give me five minutes," and she knew very well that those 5 minutes could turn into 5 hours. Everything was going well until all the other girls had left, and Becca remained alone.

"Becc, do you need a ride?" one of the moms offered, "I can take you, that's all right, honey."

"Thank you! But my brother will come for me," she replied. She didn't like it when that happened, and it was quite often. She knew all the other moms looked at her with pity, as if she was abandoned, which wasn't true. It was just that she didn't have a full-time mom to drive her around whenever it was needed. Jay did his best to take care of her.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Aragón asked Becca.

"Uh, I don't think so. My brother should be here any minute," she instinctively checked her phone.

"Don't worry," her smile was warm, and her voice soothing, "You can stay here as long as you need, no pasa nada," the woman continued when she noticed the girl looking at the clock. "It's getting late, so I'll prepare a plate for you, just in case."

Then, she received a call from Jay, whose tone was anguished.

"I'm so sorry, Becc. I got stuck at the district; I can't leave right now. Ask your friend if you can stay a little bit longer," he said the sentence, but then regretted it, knowing how nervous his sister was. He knew she must be uncomfortable being alone in a new house with new people. He also thought about how the other moms would have seen her being left behind, a thing that he also hated.

"Okay, let me just ask…" The truth was that she was feeling pretty welcome and cozy with the Aragóns.

"No, you know what? I'll send a patrol to pick you up and bring you here."

"A patro–? Jay, no way, don't you dare. It's alright, I can stay here a bit more. They invited me to have dinner, so…" She turned to see her new friend, who nodded in approval.

There was a bit of silence on the other side of the line, then a deep sigh, "Do you want to?" Becca didn't like eating in other places or in front of strangers; it made her anxious, so it was odd how she was managing the situation.

"I'm fine."

With one last "sorry," the call ended.

"We can wait in my room," Catalina invited her as she walked to the stairs. When they were passing by the living room, something caught Becca's attention, and she stopped to peek her head, as if she were drawn to it.

"Wait, what is that?" She was looking at a tall structure covered with white and black tablecloths, decorated with colorful skulls, pictures, and a lot of orange flowers.

"Ah, that's our altar for Day of the Dead," her friend answered as if it were the most natural thing, then took her hand, feeling a little bit rushed to take her out of there. "Come on."

Her attempt was useless, for Becca couldn't take her eyes off it. "May I see it closer?"

"Uh, sure! If that's what you want." It was a strange request. "It's still in progress, but it's almost done," she explained as they approached.

"We're only missing the food," Mrs. Aragón entered the room with a tray of bread, "But that's for the actual day they are coming."

"Who's coming?" Becca frowned.

"The deceased," the woman said simply. Catalina turned to meet her guest's gaze a bit embarrassed, trying to read Becca's thoughts on the matter. As she had learned in her short life, you couldn't give an explanation like that to people, as they usually got scared. To her surprise, Becca was not like every other person.

"Oh, how does that work?" The girl asked nervously.

"Well, Day of the Dead is the day when the deceased come back to Earth to visit their loved ones, the ones they left behind, us the living. That's why we build these offerings for them. It's filled with their favorite foods and beverages so they can have what they used to enjoy when they were alive."

Feeling a bit more secure, Catalina continued, "Also, because they come from a place far away and it's a tiring trip, so they rest here before going back."

"That's right," her mom said proudly.

"It's beautiful, so colorful. I really love it," Becca commented.

"Thank you. We're doing what we can with what we have. Now…" she placed the tray on the altar, "Take one and tell me if it's good" she offered both girls.

"So, this is why it smelled so delicious," Becca said as she inspected the piece of bread, "I've never seen this type of bread before." It was light and fluffy, glazed with sugar and some stange shapes on top of it.

"It's pan de muerto," Catalina said with her mouth half full. "I won't translate it or explain the meaning of it because you might refuse to eat it. Just taste it." She took another bite.

"Oh, this is really delicious."

"I couldn't find any good pan de muerto in the city, so I had to bake it myself."

"Are these your grandparents?" Becca pointed to the pictures.

"Yeah. We put their pictures so they know we still remember them. As we say "Solamente muere el que ha sido olvidado."

"Only those who had been forgotten die" Catalina translated.

Becca kept silent, thinking about her mom, and she mentally ran through Jay's apartment, realizing there were no pictures of her around.

"But isn't it a bit scary? The idea of dead people visiting you?"

Catalina reacted with a smile, "Oh, no. What I would give to hug my granny one more time."

Becca connected that idea to her own mother, and her eyes became watery. A wave of emotions washed over her, and the atmosphere in the room intensified her sensitivity. She had felt empty spaces in her chest before, but never like this – it was like a black hole that opened up within her. Catalina noticed her distress and became concerned that they might have shared too much information and made her feel uncomfortable.

But Mrs. Aragón knew better and warmly smirked, "You're thinking of someone, right?"

"My mommy," Becca answered simply, her voice trembling and a lump forming in her throat. She couldn't hold back the silent tears that welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. The gaze of four concerned eyes bore into her, and she despised being the center of attention. So she wiped away her tears, acting as if everything was normal.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Aragón said as she hugged her by the shoulder. That gesture eased the girl's emotions.

"Oh, but it's okay, don't worry. It happened a few years ago."

"You know what? If you feel like it, you can bring your mommy's photograph to our altar..."

"Mamá..." Catalina scolded her, not knowing how the other girl would react.

"We can make some space for her," she said, pointing to a spot on the offering, imagining how she could rearrange everything to make room for the newly invited one.

"Mom!" She was concerned that she might scare Becca.

"...We'd be glad to have her here.”

Becca hesitated, she was pulled into the idea, but at the same time she felt as an intruder, "But I'm not even Mexican, and I don't want to be a bother, everything is already settled."

"Doesn't matter,” the woman put her hands on her waist, “Everybody's welcome to join if they want to, regardless of their nationality or religion. And you are not a bother, we would only have to move one or two things.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure my grandparents would love to have a new friend around,” Catalina added, still with a bit of embarrasement in her voice.

Becca bit her lip and, after a few seconds, she nodded, “Yeah, I would like to.” Her words hinted at the deep need to keep her mother's memory alive.

As soon as they arrived home, Becca opened each drawer on the living room furniture and took out every album, looking for the picture.

"What are you looking for?" Jay asked, noticing how stressed she was getting.

“Don’t we have a picture of Mom?” There was a hint of anger in her tone. Her brother felt his blood run cold, for their mother was still a sensitive topic to discuss. He had been the one to deal with her throughout her illness and had to witness her during her worst moments.

“Of course, we have,” he managed to keep calmed as he approached to open one specific drawer, and take a cardboard box from it. “There should be some here.”

Catalina’s mom's words came to Becca’s mind: Only those who are forgotten die. A wave of unease washed over her, causing her stomach to churn with a mix of anxiety and contemplation.

“Why are Mom’s pictures inside of a box inside of a drawer?”

Jay shrugged, not really understanding what was going on. “I keep them here. They are safe in this place.”

“There are no reminders of Mom around in any place in this apartment. Not even at Will’s house". She exploded, "It’s as if we never think about her anymore. Only Dad has framed photos, but he never wants to even mention her.”

"What are you talking about? We always talk about Mom."

"No, that's not true," she said with a calmer tone, but her eyes welled up with tears once more. "You rarely speak about her. Whenever someone mentions her, you change the subject. I understand that her memory brings you pain, which is why I avoid talking about her. But sometimes, I wish I could ask about her, to learn things about her that I never got the chance to know." For a long time, she had managed to keep all these feelings locked inside of her, but the experience of this afternoon had stirred everything within her.

Jay stood still with the box in his hands, silent and carefully listening to his little sister’s words. A bit more relaxed, she sat on the sofa.

“I’ve never said this before, but it really makes me angry that I didn’t get to really know her. It’s not fair that I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as you and Will. Sometimes I get scared I might forget her face, her voice.”

Jay sat by her side and stayed silent for a couple of minutes, trying to organize his thoughts before speaking.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “You are right. I won’t explain anything to you, but Mom hurts me in a way you wouldn’t understand, and before you say something, I know you are carrying your own pain, a pain you shouldn’t know of. Believe me when I tell you I’ve done everything in my power to try to protect you from it, but it looks like I’ve failed. It’s hard for me to deal with these emotions, and I probably dragged you into my own turmoil. Even when I was aware that our pain was different, I never thought you felt like this. It never crossed my mind how much you wished, how much you needed to construct mom in your mind. And I’m really sorry.” His words were heavy with the weight of his own grief, understanding the depth of Becca's longing for their mother.

“I don’t want to forget her. I’m so scared I’m gonna forget her.”

“You won't, and I’ll make sure of that.”

“Promise me we can talk about her.”

“Anytime you want, I'll work it out,” He hugged her tightly, the box still on his lap. It was only when they separated that Becca noticed her brother was crying too.

“Where did all this come from, anyway?” Jay inquired. “Why do you need the picture?”

Becca settled on the sofa, turning her face and body towards her brother. “Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

“Never.”

“Okay. Today I saw an offering for Day of the Dead at Cata’s home. It was beautiful, Jay, so colorful and full of…life. They explained to me about the tradition, that the spirits of your loved ones come down to visit you on Earth for a day, and her mother invited me to put Mom’s picture on their altar. She said she’s very welcome to join them.”

“Beccs…”

“No, sssh, wait! Catalina said something that stayed in my mind. She said that, whether it's true or not that they come back, however you see it, this day is a good opportunity to remember and honor the ones that are gone.”

Jay hesitated, “I admit this sounds like a beautiful tradition, but...do you really want to do it?”

“I have no doubt.”

"Fine. In that case…" he finally opened the box, "I think I have the perfect picture," he searched for a specific one among the others and finally took it out, "Here."

Becca got as close as she could to her brother, hugging his arm. They stayed in that position for a while, looking at their mother.

“She was beautiful,” Becca muttered, “You were right, this one’s perfect.”

“We can go out to find a frame tomorrow.”

“I like that. There’s something else we need.”

Jay raised a brow, looking at his sister, “What?”

“What was Mom's favorite food?”

It was November 1st, already evening when the two Halstead siblings arrived at the Aragón's house. Somehow, Becca had managed to convince Jay to accompany her, not just drop her off. He agreed after all her insistence, thinking it might end up being something good for his sister. Anyway, he could deal with his own demons later.

“Here we are,” he said. “You sure you want to do this?”

The girl just nodded, noticeably nervous.

“You know, it’s alright if you don’t like it in the end, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll find a way for us to leave.”

“Yeah, you too,” she told him back. “I don’t want us to stay long, anyway. I wouldn’t like to interfere so much with their customs.”

When Mrs. Aragón opened the door, she saw Jay holding a small food dish and Becca hugging a frame that was facing backward, hiding her mother’s picture from the sight of the others around. She greeted them.

“I’m so glad you came,” her words were full of sincerity. She gave the girl a long and tender hug, which Jay noted to be very maternal. He liked the way they treated her.

“Is this the offering for your mother?” The woman asked, taking the dish from Jay’s hands.

“I guess it is,” the detective answered as they entered.

“Perfect, let’s go put it in its place, then,” her smile was so warm it could melt the poles.

As they entered the living room, a very particular smell became stronger, and they found Catalina lighting all of the incense around the altar.

“It is copal,” Mrs. Aragón explained when she noticed Jay sniffing. “It’s used to cleanse the place of evil spirits so that the souls can enter without any danger.”

The Halstead siblings instinctively turned to see each other.

“Ma, you are going to scare them,” Cata said, “It’s all safe, don’t worry,” she reassured them before greeting them.

“We made this space especially for your mommy,” the girl continued, taking her friend to show her the spot. “We thought it was good for her to be surrounded by marigolds since this would represent her first time coming down. You can place the photograph whenever you feel ready.”

Jay moved unconsciously, with a lot of doubts and questions swirling around his mind. He also noted how Becca was holding the frame tighter and tighter around her arms. He didn’t know how to act; she was being hard to read, so he was thankful for Catalina’s mom's intervention.

“But if you change your mind and don’t feel like putting her there, that’s also perfectly fine, honey,” she then turned to the brother, “I know this is new to you two, and you might find it a little bit strange.”

“...or scary. It’s understandable,” Cata completed.

“No,” Becca finally stated, “I want to do it.” Slowly and with a lot of delicacy and love, she placed the frame with her mother’s picture in its place on the altar. Jay approached her and squeezed both of her shoulders, letting her know he was there for her.

The food they had brought was placed near her, “So she can easily find her dish,” Mrs. Aragón remarked. When everything was settled, Jay and Becca stayed there, staring at their mom. It was a beautiful scene to witness how the photograph had taken on another tone, surrounded by so many colors, illuminated by the candles, the smoke that the incense created, and the orange marigold petals.

“Now we wait for them,” Mrs. Aragón said in a very low voice.

Becca couldn’t help but cry, but she wasn't sad or grieving; actually, she was somehow relieved, the hole in her chest disappeared. Suddenly she didn’t feel so lonely, she didn’t feel like she was missing her mom. Jay wrapped his arm around her, and she hugged him back, surrounding his waist with her arms. He kissed her hair and asked, “You good?”

“Sure, I’m just happy we did this.”

“It is sad to lose a loved one, especially if it's someone very close,” Mrs. Aragón spoke, looking at her own family pictures at the altar. “But at the end of the day, this celebration is a party for them, to remember them and celebrate the lives they had and thank them for the time they stayed by our sides. Of course we are allowed to cry for them, but we should end the evening with a smile.”

The Halsteads didn’t stay much time there, but it was long enough to eat tamales, under the insistence of their host, “because there’s no real party without tamales,” the woman would say.

Becca and Catalina were sitting separated from the adults while having dinner. The atmosphere was very peaceful, and cheerful music was already playing in the background.

“Do you really think this is real?” Becca asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Cat was looking into the horizon, reflexively. “You know, it is supposed that souls arrive at midnight, during the first moments of November 2nd. When I was a child, by 10 o'clock at night, my grandma would say, 'They should be close by now,' and I would get very excited about the idea. As the clock ticked away, my mom would playfully ask us, 'Where do you think they are at this very moment?' and I took it very seriously, imagining their entire process of coming back home. During the early morning, when I was already in my bed, I pictured them eating their offerings, and I would close my eyes, trying to hear their footsteps in the hallway. For me, it represented the idea of seeing again the relatives I missed and meeting others who had passed away before I was even born, those whom I only knew through stories,” She bit her lip a bit, at this point her eyes were watery, “I don’t know if it’s true, but I really want to believe it is. Ugh, I just want to see my granny one more time and tell her how much I miss her, how much I need her. I’ve been praying all day long to dream with her tonight, that’s all I ask.”

Almost an hour before their arrival, Jay announced their departure. When Becca was about to get into the car, she heard Catalina calling her, so she went back to meet her in the middle of her front yard.

“Here,” She handed her a small bunch of marigolds, “We call this flower cempasúchil, it is used to guide the spirits, show them the way to their offerings, so they don’t get lost. That's why we put so many petals for your mom, to help her. I thought about giving you some, I mean, your mom’s on my altar, but you are not here,” she shrugged, “I don’t think this is the place where she would want to be. I thought you might find it useful,” she winked at her friend and ran back inside.

“It was…something different,” Jay stated on their way back to his apartment.

“Yeah, but I think I liked it.”

That night, Becca waited for Jay to fall asleep and she sneaked into his room to place a couple of marigolds over his nightstand. She did it with a sense of deep emotion. Then, she put the rest in a small glass of water next to her bed, thinking about how much she wished both of them dream with their mommy that night.

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