#i've been working at my current job for almost 2 years and i still jump whenever my phone rings
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Happy Marriage
Warnings: mature material, sex scene, future non-con/rape, dark fic, “dead dove do not eat”, the 1940s gender dynamics
Note: This is my first time positing a story of tumblr, you can also find my other works on ArchivesOfOurOwn, my username there is QueenSketch.
Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.
Part 1:
The television light illuminated your cramped living room space, bringing dread and despair from today’s news.
“A massive explosion occurred today in the middle of the city, a security camera was able to catch the scene in action. As we can see here, a blast of light bursts out of this man’s chest into the building, killing 79 innocent bystanders”
The video zooms into the person, showing a disheveled male with a beard and side swept hair. The video was blurry, but you had a horrible gut feeling telling you that you know that person.
“We are currently not certain of who this person is, but there have been speculations that this person may be Soldier Boy. A once beloved hero. If this is truly him, what has happened? There has been no updates from Vought yet but channel 2 news will keep you updated”.
The concerned and stern face of the news anchor fades out as you click your remote to shut down the television. Your heart is racing. No this can’t be real, you were free of him. You have been free for over a decade. This must be a mistake.
Your mind began to jump from one concern to the next, your breathing increased but it felt as if no oxygen was getting through your lungs. You were spiraling and you knew it, but nothing could help you now if he was truly back.
You closed your eyes and tried to think, tried to brainstorm a plan. You could move, he wouldn’t be able to find you. You changed your name, no one knows who you truly are. No one knows your past or what you have done. Yes you could move and with today’s technology at your fingertips, you could easily be safely hidden away from him.
1946
The radio was playing a nice soft melodic song, you hummed along to it as you were preparing dinner. Your dress swayed with you as you moved your body to the beat of the song. You could hear the front door open, but you were so entranced with the song and your movements that you continued along.
“Honey, I’m home”
The deep barrel of your husband’s voice took you out of your trance. You patted your apron down, put on your best smile, and went to greet your husband. He was still in the doorway, his dark green and black suit on defining all of his muscles and built. He was taking off his shoes, as you approached him.
“Welcome home deer”
He opened his arms as he welcomed your embrace, you stood on your tippy toes to hug him and give a small kiss to his cheek. He chuckled into your embrace.
“I've missed you”. He says to you, your smile gets brighter. “I’ve missed you more, I have dinner almost ready. Clean up and come downstairs”.
“It smells delicious, but I would rather eat you all up”. He sends you a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
You shew him away before he tries to grab you. “Oh silly you”, you laugh at him and head back to the kitchen, as you are about to pass the door frame you hear him say something.
“What was that honey?” You yell back.
“I have a surprise for you, I can give it to you after dinner. When we have some fun upstairs”. His tone of voice seems deeper to you, you think it's because he has a big appetite for sex. Especially after he became a supe.
“Oh you didn’t have to, but can’t wait”.
You hear his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, and carry on back to the kitchen to set the table and finish up.
After dinner, you clean everything from the table as Ben goes to sit down on the couch and relax. He has such a hard job and passion of being a superhero, he does so much for the world, you just wish that you could be a comfort for him. You begin to wash the dishes, but you feel a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. That startles you.
“Oh goodness Ben, I didn’t notice you”. He gives you a tight smile.
“Is something wrong?” You ask.
He is a head taller then you, his height looms over you as he looks deep into your eyes. His hazel/gray eyes bring love and desire into you, but at this moment they seem off. He leans towards you and captures your lips with his own. His lips move skillfully with yours, bringing butterflies into your stomach.
You lean away from him to catch a breath and smile up at him. He closes the water faucet and takes your hand into his. He leads you away from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.
He seems more impatient today than usual but you comply with his actions. He pushes you onto your bed, forcing you to sit on the edge of it.
“Strip”
You slowly reach back to untie your apron but before you can pull it over yourself he stops you.
“Keep that on”.
You nod your head, and silently ask him to pull down the zipper of your dress. He sits close to you, his breath fanning on your neck as he gently pulls down the zipper. As he unzips the dress, he trails the zipper down and plants small kisses on the way. His final kiss was at the bottom of your back.
You stand up to step away from the dress. Frilly light green bra and panties still on. You look at your husband sitting in front of you, your eyelids half open sending a sultry look towards him.
“Aren’t you going to take anything off?”
He wags his leather gloved finger no at you. You could feel your panties getting damp as the seconds go by.
You un-clip your bra and let it fall to the floor, the apron is still covering your front. You teasingly turn your back towards him, and slowly pull your panties down giving your husband a show.
You hear his belt clink and then his zipper goes down. You glance towards him and see him stroking his girthy cock, pre-cum glistening at the top. You gulp down saliva, and go on all fours towards him. He gives you a knowing look, as he spreads his thighs for you to fit.
You look up at him, his dark gaze looking deep at you. You nod your head and move closer to his inviting cock waiting for your attention. You first lick the shaft of it. Once, twice, three times. He shudders each time, a small groan escaping his mouth. That encourages you as you fully take his head into your mouth. It pulsates as you swirl your tongue around and put more of him in.
He becomes impatient and thrusts his hips into you. You oblige and move your head up and down, while gently massaging his balls. Groans of pleasure escape him, and you know he is almost at his limit. You could feel your pussy throbbing and getting wet from pleasuring him. Before he cums into your mouth, he pulls himself out.
His actions confuse you, as he pulls you up. He turns you around and pushes you on the bed on all fours. You spread your legs, ready to take him. He aligns himself towards your entrance and swiftly thrusts in. He begins with a steady pace but becomes more frantic with each stroke.
You could feel your own climax coming, he would hit the right spot each time. One of his hands was massaging your right breast, twisting the nipple and bringing more pleasure towards you. Each sensation became more and more, until finally you felt release.
The feeling of completion didn’t last long. You felt a sharp stab towards the middle of your back, a forceful injection. The pain was unbearable as this unknown substance was forced into your organism. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning, but also as if you were buried in ice. Tears sprung down your face as you sobbed and screamed in agony.
Ben was still inside of you as he held you to himself. You could hear him saying something, but the agony was too much.
The last thing you heard him say before you blacked out was “This way we will always be together”.
Part 2: https://2anxious2betrue.tumblr.com/post/688641447595016192/happy-marriage-part-2
#soldier boy x reader#dark soldier boy x reader#dark fic#rape/noncon#1940s soldier boy#the boys#dark soldier boy
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Apparently, I've been working on this baby since October of last year. I can't believe it's been this long, time sure flies when you're procrastinating. Anyways, this was getting a little longer than my usual style, so it's definitely gonna have to be a part 2, but tbh who knows when we'll see it, if it's requested I'll put it at the top of the list.
Word Count: 4.4k
CW: 18+, Fem Reader, She/Her Pronouns, Drinking, Sweet Talk, Pet Names, Grinding, Fingering, Public, Age Difference (because Toji, you know the deal), Public Indecency, Implications of a Threesome, Fingering, Fondling, MFM, Ruined Orgasm, Kinda old so the writing style might be jumble-y
Getou Suguru x Fem-Reader x Fushiguro Toji
You weren’t one to leave the club with someone wrapped around your waist; you usually left that kind of thing to your other friends whenever they needed a quick fuck to get through whatever they were going through that week. While you typically had hard weeks, they were far and in between enough that just going to the club, getting drunk, and dancing the stress away was enough to leave you calm until the next group get-together. However, the current week you had proved that just getting blackout wasn’t enough this time. You’d talked to some of your friends, and they told you they’d help you with your ‘get-laid’ plan.
And that’s how you ended up at a club, wearing one of your shortest black dresses, scanning the club for a suitable fuck for the night with your already tipsy friends. You wanted to be upset with them, but really, it was your fault insisting you all pregame, letting your nerves get the better of you. You take a peek at the designated driver of the night, hoping they were at least going to keep the actual goal of the night, but they just looked irritated to be there, so, unfortunately, it looked like you were on your own. You looked around the club from your seat.
The club you were going to was a favorite of your friend group. The LED lights flashing weren’t too harsh, and the lights were dim but not too dark, especially on the dancefloor. It gave the perfect cover for drunk dancing without second-hand embarrassment, but still enough light in case you had to find your friend quickly. Out of nowhere, you felt a shiver running up your spine, feeling as if you were being watched. You tried to ignore it, but couldn’t help trying to find a culprit. Soon, your eyes met with the eyes of a handsome stranger sitting a couple of tables away from your group. He had inky black hair pulled into a bun, except for a small piece in the front, and from what you could make out in the lighting, a sly smirk on his face as he eyed you up and down before continuing your staring contest. He pursed his lips, looking satisfied with himself as he let out a whistle that was drowned out by the loud bass of the music, but it got the job done, and you felt warmth rush to your cheeks at the stranger’s bold actions and quickly looked away.
You mentally kicked yourself for getting so flustered over a whistle, one that you couldn’t even really hear over the music. You decided that even with the pregame drinks currently making a home in your stomach, you were too sober to think about flirting with anyone, much less the really handsome man trying to give you his attention. So, you continued to drink with your friends until the light buzz caused you to sway to the beat of the song, loudly yelling lyrics to songs you particularly liked, and even jump out of your seat to dance with your friends.
You looked over at Mr. Handsome as you rolled your hips against your friend. He was leaning against his hand, elbow against the table, as he appeared to listen to his friend. Almost as if he sensed his eyes on you, he peaked over in your direction. You kept eye contact as you danced, feeling static run through your body as his eyes stayed on you, basically eye-fucking you. Your friend, completely oblivious to the exchange in her drunken stupor, grabbed you, pulling you towards the dance floor.
As you were pulled away, Mr. Handsome winked at you, as if he was telling you he’d be watching you, and you blew him a kiss. You felt lighter as you headed to the dancefloor, feeling a bubbling excitement at the prospect of getting laid by the end of the night.
As you danced, you felt your spirit becoming lighter. With the alcohol and music pumping through your veins, you almost forgot to keep an eye on the inky-haired man. You didn’t let it get to you, though, so you kept dancing with your friend, trying not to let any anxiety worm its way into your system. However, when your eyes found their way back to the man, there was a beautiful woman wrapped around his arm, and his focus was completely on her.
You huffed out a scoff, trying not to be too upset with the guy. It wasn’t as if you two had spoken to one another, and besides a few flirty actions, it wasn’t as if you had claimed him in any way either. But still, the way he was eyeing you up, you’d think he’d have the decency to attempt to find you on the dancefloor before trying to find some other woman to fuck.
Some guys, seriously.
Rolling your eyes, you headed to the bar, hoping a few drinks would quell your irritation. So what you weren't going to get laid tonight, you wanted to at least enjoy dancing.
Luckily you were able to find a place at the bar, leaning against it and trying to get the bartender's attention. You brushed up against a man who suddenly leaned back against the bar next to you, and without thinking you blurted, "Excuse you."
The man didn't seem to mind the biting tone, because he chuckled, "Calm down, little lady, my bad."
You looked over at him, surprised by the bass in his voice, and thanked the good heavens that this man wasn't a fighting drunk, because he was jacked. His muscles almost rippled through his tight, black shirt, and if you looked closely enough at his hand, you could see his veins when he made a fist; how you managed not to notice that when he rubbed up against you, you'd never know.
You may have been a little upset, but not fighting mad. And you definitely weren’t drunk enough to think you could take that in a bar fight. Though, taking him in any other sense was a different story.
He sipped his canned beer that you're sure he snuck in, not looking the least bit guilty as the bartender came over to you, taking your order before stepping away to grab the alcohol. You watched his large hand bring the can to his lips, fingertips holding the rim of the cup, it felt like his grip was almost nonexistent, yet so firm. When he brought the can up to his mouth, you could make out a scar running through his top and bottom, and it made you think about how it would feel against your skin. Is it noticeable? It’s probably too rude to ask him how he got it and how long it’s been since he got it, but if you told him you’d kiss it better, would he see that as an opportunity? He seemed older than you, so he’d probably find it funny, but would it be a ‘ha-ha’ funny, or an ‘I’ll let you suck me off in the bathroom’ funny?
You sighed. Were you really so sex-deprived that a man’s grip on his drink was enough to get you going? You guessed the not-quite rejection of Mr. Handsome made you a bit more desperate than you already were.
A chuckle brought you out of yourself, and there was a small smile sitting on the man’s face. His eyes never left the crowd as he addressed you, and even though you usually liked the attention on you when being addressed, you couldn’t help but think it was hot of him to do so, “You know,” he started, “if you ogle at me like that, it’ll make me think you want me.”
How could he know that while he was staring off into the group of dancers? The bartender bringing your drink gave you a good excuse to look away from him. “I wasn’t.” you breathed.
He shook his head, finally looking at you, “Don’t deny. I find it quite cute.” Leaning closer to you, lips close enough that his breath brushed against your ear, earning him a shiver. He placed his hand on the back of your stool, arm pressed against your back and his fingers grazing your butt. “I think I enjoy seeing you so flustered.”
He pulled away to look at you face to face, and you rolled your eyes. “There are more ways to see me flustered than trying to sweet-talk me at a bar.”
He smirked, “What’s your name, doll? Let me buy you another drink.”
Within the next fifteen minutes, the man--Toji, he introduced himself--had a drink in your hand and his hand sitting nice and firm against your bare thigh. He sat on the stool next to you, making you stutter through your answers as his thumb drew mindless patterns against your inner thigh, adjusting his seat so your knees were in between his. He looked amused as he teased you, and you decided it was alright for you to start teasing him as well.
You scooted closer to him, your lips brushed his jaw as you leaned to whisper in his ear, claiming you couldn’t hear him over the music. You’re sure the satisfaction was clear on your face when you pulled away because the hand on your thigh tightened. His eyes flickered to your lips, and even though you didn’t have the time to reapply your lip gloss, you still lightly licked your lips, hoping it was enough incentive to kiss you.
Was it shameful; wanting to make out at the bar where people were just trying to get a drink? It was, but no one ever got laid at the club from being worried about appearances.
No one ever got laid at the club by having wandering eyes either, but you noticed Toji’s eyes flickering up and when you followed his eyes, they were latched on to another short skirt shaking across the dancefloor. You looked at him with disbelief before scoffing, pulling yourself out of his grasp. You didn’t get it; what was the point of looking at anything else when there was someone already throwing themself at you? You weren’t exactly being subtle either, so it’s not like he had to wonder.
“Where’re you going?” Toji asked.
You rolled your eyes, “The bathroom.” Yeah, and then back to the dancefloor to find your friend. If he noticed you were miffed, he didn’t say anything, just watched you as you walked away. You didn’t look back at him as you walked away either, but you figured he was already looking for a replacement for you anyways.
Whatever, you didn’t want anyone who didn’t want you back.
After an uneventful albeit long trip to the bathroom, you scouted the dancefloor for your friend, luckily finding them after not too long. While you were talking with Toji, the group had migrated to a table a lot closer to the dancefloor, and away from Mr. Handsome’s table. Shaking off the funk the two men put on you, you smiled when your friend handed you a shot as soon as you walked over. It seemed none of them had any intentions of leaving just yet, but as long as you were on the dancefloor shaking away your worries, you had no problem with it.
The music was so loud now, it felt like it was pounding in your skull. You rolled your hips to each beat and dragged your own hands across your skin. Fuck those guys. Tonight you were going to get off one way or another. It was a universal calling at this point. You felt your friend pull you in as a new song came on. She rushed to press her palm against your back, making you bend over. You laughed out to no one as you rocked your ass against her, grinding and shaking your hips. The movement, although fast, synced with hers. Feeling her hands twist and pull on your hips to lead you only motivated you more.
As the song carried on, she twisted you around to face her. You watched her eyes drag up to the form behind you and witnessed her choke on her words. The alcohol in your system left you curious but not anxious about her reaction. You leaned in closer to her, “What is it?” You slurred in her ear.
Before she could respond, a sultry smooth voice vibrated in your ears.
You turned around, jaw clenching when you came face to face with Mr. Handsome, albeit arms now empty.
“Excuse me, little miss,” he leaned closer to you, lip glazing your ear as you swayed slightly from your drinks, “I was hoping I could steal a dance from you tonight.”
Your friend, thinking this might be something you wanted, agreed almost immediately and snuck away as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his space. His hands never left you, moving from your hips to your lower back, the heat of his hands making it seem like he was touching you directly despite your clothes. You cursed the flush you felt rush through your body as his hands kneaded at you, almost manhandling you to the music, seeming to realize you weren’t dancing as rigorously as you were with your friend.
He pulled you closer, a playfully smirk on his lips as his arms encircled your hips, pressing you flush against him. You tried to look uninterested, turning away from him, but he ghosted his lips against your neck, whispering, “This can’t be the same pretty little thing that was sending me kisses almost an hour ago.”
You were tempted to ignore his comment, wait it out until he got bored, and left. Maybe he’d go back to the woman he had on his arm earlier? Your lips fell into a frown while he smirked against your skin. Something about him was pulling you in and keeping your hips rocking lazily against his. You craved more, but your pride got the best of you.
“Well, you just seemed a little busy with something else, so I didn’t think those mattered. And I have a name you know?”
He pulled back enough to raise an eyebrow at you, but even you could tell he was amused. “Am I supposed to be penalized because someone tried to jump me before you got the chance to? You’re hurting my feelings at this point y'know?”
You put your hands on his forearms, pushing his arms away from you with a scowl on your face, “If you’re trying to play hard to get or whatever, I don’t like games.” You said and turned away from him. You didn’t get too far when his hands reconnected with your waist, pulling your hips against his again, rolling against you. You hated how much you were loving this, the feeling of being chased; your friends always said it was one of your red flags.
But it seemed like Mr. Handsome had a few red flags of his own, “Sorry to hear that,” he hummed, “but I actually like them.”
The song changed to one with a slower tempo but was very bass-heavy, and the man made sure to move you to the rhythm against him. You tried your best to appear as uninvested in him, but his frame against yours, the smell of his cologne cutting through the other bodies on the dancefloor, and his hands fondling wherever they could touch, the urge to stay upset with him was dwindling away. You decided there was no harm in dancing with him, starting to dance with him rather than against him.
You weren’t too sure if you would let the man fuck you–though if his hands kept gripping you like he was, you might–you figured at least he could be fun to dance against while you decided. Besides, you didn’t know if the man really wanted you or if he was content with leading you on.
He let out a hum, admiring you as you moved, and you couldn’t help the smirk growing on your face. You reached a hand behind you, cupping the side of his neck as his hands ran down your thighs, fingers slowly teasing at the hem of your dress. Your other hand moved between you two, and your hand skimmed the outline of his dick, and because you were pressed so tightly together, you didn’t miss the hiss that escaped his lips.
You decided to tease him a little, “A little bit of dancing and you’re already like this?”
He scoffed, but the amused smirk from earlier stayed on his lips, “If you’re worried about my control, I assure you have nothing to worry about. Name’s Getou by the way, just in case you need something to scream later.”
He said that, but when you leaned forward, hands on your knees with your ass pressing firmly against his erection, you could swear you felt the slightest twitch. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. Tough talk from someone who was already losing their cool.
You shivered when the man ghosted his hands up your spine, placing them against your shoulder and moving his hips with yours in a humping motion. You could feel your insides throb, and you wondered if he wanted to be inside you as much as you wanted him to. With the way he was practically dry humping you, he might want it more than you.
He began pulling you up by your shoulder, snaking his hand around the radius of your neck once your back hit his chest. A gasp left your lips as his other hand on your thigh continued flirting with the hem of your dress, and hinted at the need to sneak under. Your hands moved to his wrists, but your grip wasn’t hard enough to stop him, and it wasn’t as if you were trying to anyways. Your eyes closed as you continued to move against him, taking pleasure in feeling him against you. The friction was enough to excite you, railing you up. He ghosted a kiss just under your ear, but even then, you could tell his attention wasn’t fully on you, and you didn’t know why until you felt the presence of another person in front of you.
Your eyes shot open, gasping when another pair of hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you forward, chest pressing against another’s. Getou refused to let you go though, holding fast even as you were manhandled forward.
The look Toji was giving you wasn’t angry nor calm, but a look of intrigue.
“I take my eyes off you for a second and you’re already cozied up with someone else?”
His overwhelming presence made you hold your tongue about the smear of lipstick against his collarbone, but the hypocrisy of the situation wasn’t amissed to you. Even though his words had implied he saw an issue with finding you grinding against Getou, he stepped closer, sandwiching you between the two of them, giving you almost no room to move. With the both of them pressed into you, you wondered if anyone on the dancefloor or otherwise could even see you between the two men. Quite honestly, it wasn't likely.
Getou, irritated at being interrupted, made sure his grip on your hip was tight.
“Maybe she decided she wanted better company.” Getou challenged, pulling you back towards him. He didn’t glare at Toji, but his eyes did hold an almost possessive heat to them as if Toji was stepping on grounds that weren’t his. Admittedly, since it was about you, you technically weren’t his to be possessive about, but the idea sent a spark of heat running up your spine.
“Are you implying that’s you, kid?” Toji looked at Getou as if he was a nonfactor before looking back at you, cupping your chin and making you look at him. “What’s he gonna do besides fumble around with a pretty thing like you?”
Geto scowled, “Fumble? I don’t have any problem making sure my partner is satisfied.” You let out a gasp when the hand against the hem of your skirt moved suddenly, his thumb pressed against your covered clit. It caught you by surprise, and you curled against Toji’s chest. There was a satisfying rumble coming from Toji’s chest, and you fisted his shirt in your hands as he rocked against you, his cock already hard against your thigh. With the both of them aroused against you, you were starting to get annoyed that neither of them were fucking you at the moment.
Toji smirked condescendingly at Getou, completely overlooking your rising temper, his hands sliding to your thighs, subtly putting them apart. “Yeah? Prove it.”
Well then.
Getou didn’t need to be told twice, fingers moving your panties to the side and using two fingers to part your lips and rub your clit, spreading the wetness that accumulated. You reached a hand down, grabbing at the ends of your dress and pulling it down, looking around to see if anyone had noticed you in such a shameless manner.
His fingers were precise and gentle, slowly working you up despite the growing moans leaving your lips, though you wondered if the music was loud enough to drown you out. You wanted to move your hips to move against Getou's hand but Toji had such a tight grab on your hips that even the thought of moving felt restricted.
You let out a small whimper and Toji chuckled, "I'm trying to see something, doll. Don't help him out."
"As if I need the help," Getou said, two fingers moving down to press against your entrance. "Just look at how wet she is for us." He pushed his fingers inside you, wrestling out a gasp from your throat.
Toji smirked, seeing your mouth fall open in pleasure. "Hm, for us maybe."
Seeing this as an opportunity, Toji grabbed the back of your neck and put his lips against yours. He wasted no time sticking his tongue in your mouth, making yours press against his. The kiss was messy and a bit rough, forcing your focus on him even with Getou slowly pushing the tips of his fingers against your sweet spot before dragging his fingers out slowly. You placed a hand on Toji's shoulder and the other on Getou's wrist, struggling to keep up with them both when they were going at such different speeds.
It threw you for a loop that this was happening when not too long ago, you were ignoring both men, but your body was buzzing with pleasure and the need to come was fogging up your judgment. Nothing else mattered to you except the sweet release that was clawing at the edges of your mind.
"H-hurry," you huffed against Toji's lips, hips finally moving once you realized Toji's grip was basically nonexistent at that point. The man smirked, roughly sucking on your tongue before pulling back, reveling in the groan you let out at the action.
"Would you look at that? She's asking for more," Toji said. His unoccupied hand moved to cup your breast, accurately guessing you weren't wearing a padded bra, molding it against his palm before his thumb glided against the material to find your hardened nipple. "You should step up your game."
The smile Getou sent his way was forced, overly polite in a way; it felt like a snarl as if Toji was overstepping a boundary, and you would have laughed if you weren't currently biting your lips to keep your moans at bay.
"I appreciate you trying to get me pointers, but I got this," Getou replied before pressing his thumb against your clit, pressing down against it just enough to make your knees buckle. Reflexively, you pressed your thighs together to keep his hand pressed against you.
Toji's lips skimmed against the skins of your neck, cradling your head as it leaned back to give him room to move. "Spread 'em," he whispered, and it didn't take long for you to realize what he was talking about, but you didn't obey until his teeth pressed against the skin of your neck.
You let out a shaking breath. The hand on Toji's shoulder grabbed a handful of his shirt at the pain thinly veiled by pleasure. Your knees trembled as you felt you were edged closer to your orgasm, gasping out moans. You clamped your lips together, listening closely to Getou's gasps against the back of your neck, and Toji's chuckles against your shoulder, the music muted background noise as the sound of your heart beating rushed your ears. You didn't even care that you were about to make a mess of a stranger's fingers on the dancefloor of a club, you wanted to come so badly, and it was so close you could taste it.
Except at the exact moment, Getou curled his finger against you, rubbing the tips of his fingers against your sweet spot, your friend's voice rang through the lust-driven fog in your mind, taking you completely out of the zone. So, instead of the core shaking orgasm you felt building, it was a slight tremble of pleasure so small you felt like you would cry.
The three of you looked at your friend, the other two looking with a varied range of interest, and you couldn't care about how debauched you looked, because you were sure you were looking at her with such a look of betrayal on your face. You were so close, you couldn't believe that–even unknowingly–your friend had ruined something like that for you.
Bless her heart, she was too drunk to even realize what was going on with you, so she just tilted her head at the fact you were pressed between two men. She waved at them before directing her attention to you. "Hey, we were thinking about hitting another club, you in?"
You took a deep breath to calm the irritation boiling inside you, but when you opened your mouth to answer, Getou spread his fingers in you like he was trying to prep your pulsing walls for something bigger, making you choke on your words.
"Sorry," Toji said, not sounding apologetic at all, "but I think she's gonna have to decline this time around. She'll be a little busy "
You were sure your friend was looking at you for confirmation, but all you could manage was a shrilly, "S-sorry," against the fabric of Toji's shirt. You struggled to catch your bearing, hoping to avoid moaning too loud in front of your friend.
Getou moved closer to you, his fingers somehow pushing deeper inside you, coincidently pressing you against Toji. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of her for you."
You hoped the two of them were men of their words.
#jjk smut#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#getou suguru smut#getou suguru x reader#toji fushiguro smut#jjk#this is probably some of my tamer work I think
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title: catch up now?
× pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Interviewer!Reader, old friends from highschool kinda stuff, abandoned but maybe rediscovered love on both sides.
× summary: Three years are a long time. In three years, many things can and will change. But three years hadn’t been quite enough to change how two people feel about each other.
× warnings: a little teeny bit angsty but it’s nothing, really. Mainly fluff, some flustered, overly eager Gguk and old memories coming up.
× wordcount: 2k
× a/n: Not gonna lie, this might be one of my favourite pieces I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy this too! it’s somehow inspired by ‘Love Maze’ (BTS) and also ‘50 Proof’ (eaJ). Will probably not have a pt.2
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When he had read the name of the interview host - or hostess more like - Jungkook had already felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach that he had thought had disappeared over the course of time. Yet, he wasn’t surprised that it was still there.
He had however not dared to hope that it could actually be you, there sure were other people called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who has pursued their dream of becoming an interviewer, media person, whatnot. He didn’t even know if you had actually graduated uni and made it in the job, hence he hadn’t seen any of you in about four years of him debuting now. He had occasionally checked out your Instagram or Twitter, yet he shied away from following you on any social media platform. You weren’t really public about your work or personal life on both, you mainly retweeted stuff (he found out about your love for Bingsu and Makgeolli ice cream like that) and posted a few selfies or landscapes. He hoped that you had been able to pursue your dream of traveling around for a bit, in South Korea and outside of it. Though again, he didn’t know.
Jimin was seated right in front of him and Jungkook couldn’t help but nervously play with his hyungs honey blond dyed hair. Jimin chuckled surprised yet amused about his open display of nervousness and turned around slowly.
“Everything okay, Jungkook-ah? You seem more nervous than usually.” He remarked, making Namjoon look over to the maknae in wonder. “He does, right? I thought so too. Did something happen?” Jungkook only shook his head.
Not yet, he thought to himself.
The cameras around them started to blink all at once, the light has been set up correctly and the camera and sound team had settled down around them in the dark. Manager and publicists stood somewhere in the back, swallowed up by the dark. The only person that was missing still, was you. Or the person called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jungkook tried to tell himself.
Suddenly there was a soft laugh from somewhere off the scenes and his heart tripped over its own beat and finally, finally, you stepped into the light.
You looked pretty as ever, grown into your features entirely, like a lotus flower finally in full bloom. Jungkook had to swallow dry. The light coral red of your lip balm complimented your skin and the subtle almost invisible make up you wore, accentuated your already beautiful features even more. You hadn’t changed your hair much, but it was a bit longer and looked so soft in the bright light. His eyes almost subconsciously darted to your fingers, searching for evidence of a possible relationship. He was almost ashamed how quickly he ended up thinking about this, his own boldness making him even more flustered. (There was no formal looking ring on your ringfinger though, to his relief.)
There was a warm smile on your lips as you bowed deeply to them all, greeting them respectfully. The boys returned your greeting immediately and a bunch of annyeong haseyo-s sounded through the studio. Jungkook felt Namjoon look over at him again, a piercing gaze Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand if he met it. So he just kept looking at everything but Namjoon...not that this was hard to do when you were right in front of him.
“Thank you so much for being here with us.” You said with a smile, looking at everyone with the same look of respect and polite distance. Like you were supposed to, at work, as a professional. Like you didn't know them personally. Everyone, including Jungkook.
He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Could it be that you...forgot about him? It couldn’t really be, right? How would you actually be able to, you really...in this moment your eyes crossed again and something flickered in your eyes, a facade crumbled for a few seconds only. It was an amused twinkle, like a cheeky wink and a minimal curl of your lips.
Acknowledgement.
And Jungkook’s heart did multiple flips, breath caught in his throat and eyes widened.
You had started with the questions, keeping the conversation light and flowing. The vibe in the room was comfortable and built up on mutual respect - yet Jungkook felt as if he was sitting on red-hot needles. He wanted to talk to you, ask about how you had been, what you were doing (if you had a boyfriend) if you were happy, if you got a cat, how your mother’s little business was going (he’d anonymously purchased countless items, to support your family), if your favourite colour still was cyan blue and your still religiously bought Pajeon and Makgeolli on rainy days, if you ever spent a second of your day thinking of him (because he did).
Him, your somewhat ex-best friend from highschool, him, the one you spent hours talking to in the ungodly hours of the morning, him who you had lost your first kiss to (though lost wasn’t the right word: you gave it to him more like). Him who you had poked fun of when the first girl approached him in his Rookie days and he’d been flustered to no end.
Him, who had promised to you that he wouldn’t abandon your friendship and yet the two of you drifted apart anyways.
Not for the lack of trying on either side though. Jungkook’s schedule had just become even fuller, his nights shorter, training longer and fans more obsessive. And you had seen each other less often, greetings were shorter and late night talks turned into good night wishes over text quicker.
You on your part weren’t mad, a little disappointed maybe. Sad for sure, but not mad. After all, you had expected it to turn out like that. So had the rest of your little circle, Haneul, Hwang, Kyong and Myunghee. Whilst the five of you had supported Jungkook on his journey with all you’ve got, you all tried to overcome the obvious pain of him drifting off.
Some (mainly Hwan and Kyong) with working harder in school for example. You did that too, but sometimes you also partied a little harder, were awake at three AM a little more often, missed him a lot more. It hurt letting someone you love go.
Jungkook and you had always been a bit...closer. Why you didn’t know, how you couldn’t possibly explain. But you were and him rising into the heights and new dimensions of being an idol destroyed this almost completely. This strange world of fame, those walls of flashing cameras, the flow of expensive goods and seas of screaming people, that was his world. He was a star, figuratively and somewhat literally. He shone more radiant, higher, longer, prettier and too bright for an innocent, young love to coexist.
So you stayed behind, soon having lost his number due to him having to change it, his contact information soon had less to say than what you could find on the internet.
His new hair colour? Well, you could google it. Height? Current weight? Several fan sights knew the answer. Achievements? The internet again.
It was strange, ridiculous to some extent. And it hurt. But you couldn’t blame him, so you never did.
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When you had heard that you would be interviewing BTS last week you could help but feel scared. You hadn’t seen him face to face for three or so years, three years with no FaceTime, texting, three years of not seeing his bunny smile, smiled just for you.
And when you had seen him again, laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-five months, you realised that nothing you ever felt for him had faded away. It was all the same again, your heart still jumped in your chest and your stomach still fluttered whenever he did as much as breathing. The only thing that had changed was his height and him having had the biggest glow up you had witnessed in your life, yours included – though this Jungkook would disagree vehemently.
This Jungkook who got pulled out of his thoughts and memories almost violently, as you directed a first question at him only.
“I…” he started, gulping hardly, having forgotten the question already halfway.
“Sorry I can’t – how have you been?” you stopped shortly, stunned and a tad confused at first. You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Or clumsy, for that matter. Yet you couldn’t help but giggle, and all the unsaid words and ignored truths between the two of you disappeared into smoke, taking all tension with them. Just like that.
“I’ve been fine, Gukie. Busy. Long-time no see, hm. How about you?” somewhere behind the cameras someone dropped a pen and there were multiple gasps being heard. The rest of the bangtan boys didn’t look any better; Jimin had his mouth open, Taehyung was looking back and forth between the two of you, Yoongi just froze, Jin and Hoseok had clasped their hands in front of their mouths and Namjoon just looked like someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head.
But Jungkook? Jungkook was smiling widely, his bunny smile, smiled just for you.
“Busy too. Yes, very long time no see.” He replied sheepishly, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked around the dead silent studio. “Why…how do you know each other?” Yoongi finally asked, eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.
“Well I guess we have to tell them now. We know each other from back in Highschool. We were pretty close friends back then.” You explained softly, giving him a small smile. Jungkook nodded quickly. “My apologies. I didn’t wanted to completely ruin the interview but…I haven’t seen you in three or so years. Sorry.” You waved it off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. We will catch up later, alright?” Jungkook nodded, making the mistake of looking over to Namjoon, who looked like he finally understood everything. “Is that why you were so…never mind.” He ended in a mumble and Jungkook was glad he did.
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The second the interview was officially finished and all the cameras shut off, Jungkook was on his feet and approaching you. He didn’t even care about formalities anymore as he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.
The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t nestle his face in the crook of your neck as easy as he had been able to do in high-school. The second thing was that you had changed your perfume into something more flowery and fresh. The third thing he noticed was how much he liked having you in his arms again, especially because he could now rest his head on top of yours.
The first thing you noticed was how broad your Kookie had become. Broad and tall and firm everywhere. The second thing you noticed was how he smelled more expensive, faintly musky but still very much like Jungkook. A scent you could pick out from a thousand, unique and everything you loved. The third thing you noticed was how familiar and how looked after you felt in his arms, how protected from every harm. You had missed this feeling.
“Aigoo, Junkookie!” Jin yelled from behind, causing you to chuckle embarrassed and trying to break the hug. But Jungkook simply tightened his arms around you, having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.
“Just ignore them. They’ll leave, eventually.” His voice was muffled by the skin on your neck, since he had now buried his face there, taking deep breaths.
“And we?” you asked with a small laugh, not moving either. “We stay. We catch up. Got a lot of that to do.” Sounded good enough to you…just that you had expected them to make a bee-line for the exit after the cameras cut due to their busy schedule.
“Catch up now?” you asked after a few seconds of him still having his arms around you, unmoving. The young man shook his head.
“No…not right now.” He took a deep breath, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin and the fabric of your blouse.
“In five minutes. Let me just hold you for a little while, you…you have no idea how much I missed you.”
If he only knew.
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After thinking it over for a bit, I've decided that I might as well do a proper underrated 3DS game rec list. I'm a bit of an ATLUS junkie and that's gonna be pretty disgustingly apparent in this list, but it's not my fault that they released hit after hit and all of them were duly ignored.
Due to tumblr's 10 image limit (and my struggle to keep motivated to do one thing for more than three hours) I'm definitely gonna have to break this up into parts and I'm fairly certain one of these lists is just gonna be MegaTen games lmao but I'd like to let people know about these excellent titles and see if I can't at least get people interested in them so they can get more traction.
So, without further ado:
Some 3DS Games that were criminally slept on (part 1)
Monster Hunter Stories
God, where do I begin with this game. Well, the basics: It's a JRPG spinoff title of the now widely successful and popular Monster Hunter series featuring a different take on interacting with the varied and intricate monsters populating the world: Riders.
Yep, instead of hunting the beasties, you play as a young rider who's completed their intiation ritual and can now bond with 'Monsties' as they've cutely labelled the usually ferocious monsters of the wilds. The great thing is that you still fight Monsters--tons of them in fact but this isn't a paid review and in my humble opinion, the most impressive thing about this game is the visual style. The landscapes, the armour, the way they redesigned and 3DS-ified the classically hyper realistic and monstrous beasts to not only be absolutely adorable but still capable of being intimidating when the time calls for it, the stellar animation of special moves and combination attacks--it's delicious, nutritious, stupendous, I can and will consume it like it's part of my recommended caloric intake.
It's very akin to Pokemon in the way its basic gameplay premise is set up, however, instead of catching--or even indeed befriending--the Monsties in the game, you rummage through their nests and steal their eggs, later hatching them and getting yourself a brand new lightly kidnapped monster pal!
Other general things about the game:
Pros:
The armour and weapon sets for both male and female characters slap along with the general character customisation options. They're incredibly diverse (though limited in body type) and you can switch around traits and features whenever you want from your house.
The POGS--these porkers are everywhere and they serve as tiny little achievements for exploring every odd and end of the world. Also they have little outfits. They're so cute. 🥺🥺
You can actually ride the Monsties. All of em. Or, at least the ones that you have available to be your buddies. They all have exploration skills and traits that not only make exploring much more interesting but encourage you to swap out your active Monstie and play around with your options a bit.
Y'all breeding Monsties is complicated and I live for just how intense and ridiculous you can get with optimal builds for these things.
The story is really competently put together! The characters, character designs and even the internal conflict with your starting trio of characters is really compelling along with the mystery of the blight that's infecting Monsters across the world. It's not anything worth awards but it's compelling and it makes you care about the characters if that's what you're in the market for.
Amazing sound design, expansive world, everything about the presentation of this game oozes that Monster Hunter charm even if the art is cutesier than usual. You'll never get bored of its stellar visual presentation!
Available for around twenty quid on the Google Play store, so if you want, you could actually get the full game on your smartphone or tablet. Note though that it would be a battery nuker.
Cons:
If you're on a regular 3DS, frame rate drops are a given. This game kinda pushes the visual capabilities of the 3DS to its absolute limit--a lot like Okamiden did back on the DS.
One save file :( It's pretty much for the same reason as above but still.
If you're playing as the girl, you can't get male armour and vice versa. Since there's only one save file, you'll never be able to have all of the armour sets in a single playthrough and that's criminal because both of the sets for the genders are absolutely breath-taking, thank you.
I 👏can't 👏make👏my👏 own 👏Palico👏
Multi-player for this game is pretty dead seeing as it's almost five years old by now and never got much press or traction. Usually this wouldn't be an issue - this game is 99% singleplayer and you don't really need to fuss about with multi-player to have fun, but if you want to collect all the Monsties, you'll need it since the only way to get Glavenus is through pvp achievements. :/
Final thoughts: Play it if you find yourself getting tired or disappointed with 3DS Pokemon games but still want something that feels as fantastical as Pokemon. It outshines the 3DS Pokemon games at every turn and I will never be over just how thoughtfully put together and fully realised these games are. Of course, if you've ever played Monster Hunter, then you know just how intensive these games are with the lore, biology, cultures and world of their Monsters but seeing that translated into JRPG format was just very sobering and it's a game that, to this day, continues to awe me with just how much love and attention went into it.
Last note: If you're still unsure about it, there's a demo available on the e-shop of the 3DS that allows you to play through the entire initial area of the game. Your data does carry through to the full release and to give you an idea of how much I've been able to squeeze out of it - my playtime for that demo is currently sitting at 22 hours. Make sure to get a hold of that Cyan-Kut-Ku!
7th Dragon III Code: VFD
The title may sound intimidating but the premise is not! A mysterious disease called Dragon Sickness spread by the Dragonsbane flowers that have cropped up all around the world. You and your team are recruited by the Nodens game company after you display extraordinary prowess in their hit virtual reality game 7th Encount. As you go through the adventure, you are tasked with finding out the truth behind the Dragon Sickness and asked to stop both it and the Dragons that are destroying the world.
This game is fun. It's another turn-based JRPG however, in this game you create all of your characters yourself from the myriad of classes available to you from the jump. Different classes of course have very different specialisations - Samurai focus on high powered cutting damage with their swords, Duelists are summoners who can influence the element of the battlefield as well as summon monsters from each element, Agents can hack into your enemies and inflict a barrage of nasty ailments, just to name a few - and you are given three teams of three characters each to experiment with different team comps and find the balance that works for you. There's also a wide variety of Dragons to hunt and kill in the game, which directly affects how infected your world is with the Dragon Sickness causing Dragonsbane. Along the way you will also come into contact with many interesting characters, concepts and confrontations that will make the task of saving the world all the more imperative.
Pros
1. The character creator and differing classes give way for tons of experimenting and playing around with your own unique approach to combat and carrying out your missions. Granted, 'character creation' is generous, it's little more than palatte swaps but the classes are really where VFD shines. Eight main classes may not sound like a lot, but the expaniveness of the character skills, their synergy with their fellow classes and the uniqueness of some of the classes in and of itself allows for so much flexibility and creativity in approaches to even tougher bosses. It also encourages the switching about of your party members to really finagle with the options available to you.
2. God this game is pretty. The locations, the character art, the creature design - all of it is gorgeous and this game capitalises on every bit of the 3DS's presentation limitations as it can.
3. You can romance anything and everyone - yes, you can even be gay/lesbian/poly in this game. In fact, one of the main characters - Julietta - is gnc and he's a constant source of joy as well one of my personal favourite characters, right behind Yuma.
4. Exploration is very very forgiving as the game has healing spots and teleport nodes all over the world to allow for quick, seamless travel between quest points without feeling like anything is too much of a hassle. There are also special enemies that allow for quick grinding as well as quick farming of money. In general, the game does a really good job of making sure that the grind is never unbearable or inconsiderate of your time.
Cons:
1. This is the fourth game in a series the West has never seen any other title for, and from the looks of it, will probably never see any other titles for. Because of that, there are some elements that may seem confusing or revelations in the plot that may seem to come out of nowhere.
2. While the visuals are great, the OST of this one is pretty short making for a lot of reused soundtracks that can get really annoying if you're like me and need your audio to be interesting or consistent so it doesn't distract you too much.
3. This one isn't really a con but it is divisive: This game gets pretty difficult at times. A few of the main dragon enemies including and especially the final boss can give you a serious run for your money in the annoy-o-meter in terms of the kind of absolute JRPG fuckery they can pull out of their magic bag of bullshit movesets and while I generally enjoy that kind of thing, I know it's not for everyone. Most regular combat shouldn't be too tricky once you have a team comp that works well together but you also need to pay attention since the same team that carries you to victory one time might be worth beans against another dragon.
Final thoughts: This is... a really good game. Interesting story, really interesting characters, pretty world and a battle system that really makes you sit down and think. There's also a demo for this available in the e-shop and while your data doesn't carry over - you do receive multiple perks for carrying over your demo data including some exclusive items that, while not game breaking, do help a ton in the early stages of the game.
This isn't a final list by any stretch of the word; I only have the energy to do these two right now, but the next games up for coverage are Ever Oasis and Stella Glow! If you're interested in my full plan of games I want to cover here then my current lineup includes: Theatrhythm: Curtain Call, Project Mirai: Deluxe, Culdecept Revolt, Alliance Alive, Radiant Historia: Perfect Chronology, Etrian Odyssey V, Devil Survivor 2: Record Breaker and Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse.
Finally, if anyone has played any of the games I mention, cover or plan to cover PLEASE REACH OUT TO ME, I AM SO LONELY IN MY FORTRESS OF SAND. On a serious note, I'd love to hear what other people who've played these games think!
Thanks for reading,
-Ginger
PS: @feralpeacock Because a million years ago, on my first underrated games post, you asked that I remember you. :D
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Nightmare
You wake up to a loud gasp and heavy breathing next to you. Your eyes are still heavy and you're still half asleep. The whole room is pitch dark with a slight lighting from the moon itself.
"Shoto? What's wrong?" you asked to a guy who's now sitting next to you. His forehead is glistening with sweat, he tried to keep his breathing in order but he just can't.
He just had the same nightmare. For 5 days straight and no it is not okay. But he just don't want to burden you with it. You both are too busy to handle a simple childish problem like this, he think.
"Hey sho, what's wrong?" you asked gently. Hand slowly moving to his back. God his t-shirt is so damp and it's obviously drenched with sweat.
No, the weather is not too hot. It is summer but it's not too hot today.
"Oh my, your t-shirt! Take it off, you're going to catch cold!" you immediately jumps off the bed and grab a fresh from the laundry t-shirt and hand it over to him.
Shoto hesitately take the t-shirt and wear it. His hand is a little trembling and you know it. You make your way slowly to him. Sitting infront of him and grab his hand gently.
"Hey.. What happened?" your eyes covered in worries. Something if unusually off.
"It's nothing (Y/N).. Let's just go back to sleep." Shoto tried to lay down and covering himself in blanket but before that happened, your hand quickly grab his wrist and pull him close. Eventually pulling him to your embrace.
"No. There is something. Come on Sho tell me. I'm not going to sleep before you speak." His stiff body slowly loosen up and lean to yours. He let out a big sigh and close his eyes.
"I've been having nightmares.. And it's not just once. I've been having nightmares for 5 days straight." he stare blankly to the wall. Looking at the shadow of the tree from the window.
"Gosh Shoto. And why didn't you tell me anything about it?" you demanded.
"It's just a simple problem. How could i bother you with that?" he answered. His heterochromia eyes shining in the dark of the room. His eyes glistened with scared and anxious.
"Let me guess, it's all the same. You've been having the same nightmare for 5 days straight?" he answered by nodding his head and leans to your shoulder. Looking for warmth.
"Sho.. No matter how big or small, if it's simple or complicted, if it's bothering you and you need to talk about it, you can tell me.. I tought i already told you about this, didn't i?" you asked while caressing his two-tone hair gently. Making him comfortable.
"Yes. You told me about that. But you're busy and i don't want to bother you while you're resting." his arms slowly wrapped around your waist as he numb his face to your neck. Nuzzling his nose 'till you can feel his cold breath.
How could you with this guy?
It's true. You've been so busy with a lot of mission and patrol these days that you come home exhausted and only eat, bath, and sleep. Then you leave early. You're a new fresh-just-debut pro-hero afterall. And Shoto, he's also busy with his pro-hero work. Running his Father's agency by himself is a big job.
"I'm so sorry for that.. You mind telling me what your nightmare is?" Shoto looks up and his face have this unsure look.
"It's.. About my mom." he mumbled. His fingers are starting to shudder and then his body too.
"Shh.. Shoto take a deep breath." you hold his hand. Making sure that he's okay and save.
"..i keep dreaming about that time when my mom pour that boiling water to my left eye. I already forgive her for that but recently.. It keeps bugging me. What's wrong with me (Y/N)?" he trembled. His voice is wavering and no. You've never seen Shoto like this. Your hand, who's now holding his left hand is starting to burning. He's heating up.
"Everytime that moment came up in my mind, my scar is.. Hurting like crazy. There are times when sometimes i feel like i hate this scar.." his left hand slowly covering his scar and left eye. Your hand fast enough to take his hand away and uncover it.
You two have been dating for almost 2 and a half years now and you still feel like you need to unlock all sides of Shoto. And you did apparently.
"Nothing's wrong with you. You're just having a nightmare and you're a little panic. That's all.. Now i need you to relax and calm down, okay?" Shoto nods. You can feel the heat is going down slowly.
Your hand keeps rubbing his back gently and slowly. You can feel he's huffing and still trembling but atleast he's okay now.
"Come here." you open your arms. Wide enough for him to fall in.
Shoto immediately let himself drown in your embrace. After that he sighed in relief. His tensed muscles are now relaxed thanks to you.
"I.. Don't know that your hug can be so relaxing."
You chuckled and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "I don't know either babe, but thanks i guess?"
"Mhm.. Hey, this Saturday.. Wanna come and visit my mom together?"
You couldn't help but smile. You love Shoto's mother. She's a sweet lady. "Of course! I miss listening to your mom's story. I'll bring her favorite cookies and tea!"
Shoto looks up to you. His grayish and turquoise eyes lighten up. His lips slowly makes a curve and form a small smile as he pull you close to his chest. Hugging you tightly while pressing his cold lips against your forehead.
"And let's ask for her blessing too."
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Hey! I got inspired after watching this on Youtube. Go and give it a try. It's really beautiful and depressing :"). Eventually this pure idea came up.
I'm writing this on one shot and it's currently 02:08 am wHAT IS SLEEP HAHAHA PLUS ULTRA
#shoto todoroki#bnha todoroki#todoroki shoto#todoroki shouto#bnha#bnha imagines#fluff#shoto x reader#boku no hero imagines#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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The Day My Daughter Died.. (An introduction to the end and the beginning)
I received a phone call from my daughter's best friend, Alli, at about 2:30pm on that day. She told me that she had just left work and was on her way to my daughter's house, after receiving a frantic phone call from my daughter's roommate, Kenneth, who said that he had come home and found her unconscious, with a needle in her hand. He had called an ambulance, he had attempted CPR, and was now waiting outside of the house while the emergency personnel did their thing inside.
I think it was already pretty well established that my daughter was gone, and I think that this was probably communicated to me, but my brain literally wouldn't grasp it. I wasn't devastated; I was terrified. I spent the entire conversation (which was probably at least 20 minutes long) thinking that we didn't know anything yet, feeling like I was frozen, like everything around me was happening in slow motion, and that I was just holding my breath until the moment when Alli could finally get to the house and someone could tell us what was going on. I thought we were waiting to hear that she'd been trànsported or something. It honestly hadn't occurred to me until just now that simply knowing that Kenneth had attempted CPR should have been enough information to answer to the only question that was looping through my mind, over and over, until Alli arrived. "Is she breathing?"
I was 4 hours away, in another city.
Once Alli arrived, there were people everywhere; policemen, emergency responders, tons of neighborhood spectators, and Kenneth, the roommate. I was still on the phone, waiting, while he and Alli had a brief conversation, which I couldn't really hear and I finally interrupted to ask what I thought we'd been waiting to find out this whole time.. "But.. is she still breathing?"
At that point, I heard Alli take a deep breath and, very slowly, and with such pain, she said the words that made it real.
"No, Stephanie. She's gone."
I remember taking a deep breath and saying, "Okay."
It almost felt like, "Well.. Here we are. This is actually happening. You know, that thing that happens to other people, but not your child, not you? It's happening. Right now."
Another deep breath, and once again, " Okay.. "
I remember thinking that I needed to hold it together somehow, because I was going to have to handle and figure out a lot of things, and I really, really needed to be able to think. I just had to think. Figure this all out somehow, as if it were a problem that could be solved.
I did what I've always done when I need to call upon an extreme coping skill. I stopped feeling, and I started thinking. Intellectualizing, my therapist, Becca, the one from my daughter's first treatment center, used to call it.
I called upon that skill in that moment. Think. Think about what other people are going through, feeling, experiencing. Think about how everyone else feels, so you don't have to look at what this really is. Don't even get close to it.
That is the moment that I apologized to Alli for having to be the one to make such a horrible phone call, telling someone's mother that they are dead, and thanked her for being that person, at the same time. I thanked her for being a good friend. I told her I loved her. Said I'd be available for the police or whoever needs to speak to next of kin, and told her to give them my number.
I called my boyfriend first, in a panic; I had to get home, I had to get to Houston, and I had to get there NOW. I couldn't drive, and all I could think was how I needed to get there, I had to get there, and I needed to get there NOW. No answer.
I called my ex-husband (not the father of my daughter, but of two sons, ages 15 and 18, at the time) and, not realizing that the boys were in the car with him or that he had answered on speaker, I started screaming that my daughter was dead, she was dead, and I didn't know what to do. Of course, after finding out that the boys had overhead, I called both of them to apologize that they had had to hear me like that, to hear the news that way.
I don't remember very much of the next few weeks. The things I do remember are choppy, like random scenes from a movie, but I remember those things vividly.
I realized that I had to tell people. Who? Who is the first person you call to announce your daughter's death?
I called my mom first, I think, and I listened to her sob and repeat, "Noooo..." over and over.
I called my daughter's other grandmother, on her father's side, and I listened as she cried and kept saying, "Oh my god.."
I called my daughter's ex-boyfriend, Javi, the father of my granddaughter, who was 8 at the time, and he couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it, either; jumped in his car to go over there. I guess he needed to see it with his own eyes.
I spoke to another of my daughter's best friends, Jessica (she happened to text me, so I thought she already knew, and when I realized that she didn't, I told her to call me. She asked me, "How bad is it?" I said, "Bad."), and then she, too, immediately drove over to the house to meet up with Alli, Kenneth, and Javi.
I couldn't listen to any more breaking hearts at the moment, so as fucked up as it seems now, I just started texting people.
I texted my friend, Sarah, who, along with her entire family, have been like family to us. I don't even know how I said it. I think I said, "I'm so sorry to tell you like this, but they found her this morning, unconscious, with a needle, and she didn't make it. " Sarah immediately called me, and started screaming, " What? What? " as if she couldn't hear me. Her mind, too, couldn't seem to allow this to be real.
I spoke to my friends, Theresa and Joie, sisters, and they immediately offered all kinds of practical help that hadn't even occurred to me, such as setting up a GoFundMe account to pay for funeral expenses. I had been laid off from my job of over ten years several months prior, and so all of the life insurance policies and everything I'd been so used to just having were no longer available, and I had nothing.
Joie also posted on Facebook on my behalf. It was the only way I could think of to let everyone know, especially my daughter's friends, and it was because of all of these people, and so many more, that I have managed to get through this last year.
I don't know what I did to deserve such wonderful people in my life, but I am surrounded by them. The GoFundMe account reached over $5000 within a couple of days.
My daughter's best friend from middle school is a hair and makeup artist, and she flew in from Colorado to make sure that she was the one who did the makeup for the viewing. That was always their thing, and even though my daughter's addiction had driven them apart over the years, Vikki had to do this one last thing for her friend, and I was happy to have her do it.
Sarah's ex-boyfriend, who knew my daughter as a child, took care of all of the flowers and arrangements.
Sarah's mom has a friend who was able to make a dress for my daughter to wear during the viewing; an Alice in Wonderland dress, because that was always her thing.
Sarah and her mom had already found the cheapest most decent funeral home that they knew of (her mom had used the place for her own mother's service), so I literally spent the next few days just having to answer yes and no questions.
It turned out that since my daughter never divorced the father of her second child (my grandson, Isaac, who was almost 7 at the time), even though they'd been separated and out of contact for a few years (she was engaged to someone else for at least a year), he was her next of kin, not me, and this brought forth a whole host of issues. He doesn't raise their son, his mother does, because he is either 1) insane, 2) brain damaged from drug use, 3) currently using drugs, or 4) a combination of all of the above. These things made the entire process very difficult for me.
They tried to dictate who could be invited to the funeral, which I wasn't on board with. They threatened me by saying that they would have her body transferred to the funeral home of their choosing and they would let me know when and where to show up. They said I could not have any locks of her hair. They said they would not split up her ashes. They even dictated to me that she be cremated, because they somehow knew (having only known her for a few years, and not knowing her at all, really, for the few years prior to her death) that she wanted to be cremated and that she wanted her ashes spread over the ocean.
I won't ever be able to understand why someone would treat the mother of a dead child the way that they treated me, but I've just added them to the list of people I'll have to figure out how to forgive somehow, eventually.
Everyone showed up for us, and I was so grateful for the presence of every single one of them. People I hadn't seen or spoken to in years, such as my ex-husband's ex-boss's ex-wife, lol.
I placed a son for adoption when I was 19, and though I had met him in person once, he and my other kids had not met. He and my daughter had been talking a lot on social media, and he had planned to come visit and meet everyone in May, after he graduated college, but ended up coming in April for her funeral, instead. He never even got to hear her voice.
There is so much I want to use this blog for. I want to document my own journey through this grief. I want to talk about addiction and help destigmatize the way people view addicts. I want to offer resources and maybe even hope. And I want to remember my daughter.
Her name was Jade. She was 26 years old when she died. She was one of the funniest, coolest, most creative, beautiful people you could have ever known. Yes, the addiction was a part of her journey, her struggle, but she was more than that. And I intend to honor ALL of who she was, by speaking the truth.
The truth is that she died from the toxic effects of an accidental overdose of heroin and methamphetamine. But that's just one part of her story, and mine, and I need to tell them both, even if no one ever reads a single word I type. I need to tell these stories.
Since I started with her death, here is a photo recap of what there is to know so far:
#grief #overdose #addiction #loss #bereavement #grieving
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ok so. so so so. this will be a long message, because frick on a stick there is so much i want to tell you and thank you for. so brace yoself: i read history has its eyes on you only yesterday, but i've been desparately rereading it ever since, almost non-stop, because holy macaroni if this fic ain't one of the most perfect stories these tired eyes have ever seen. i love SO MANY THINGS i'm not sure where to even start, gosh. okay. okay. let's start at the beginning. (1/?)
WEEPS. You sent me A DOZEN messages, bless you? And thank you!!!
This ask and my response got long, so I’m putting it under the cut. There’s a bunch of headcanons about the ‘see it all in bloom’ universe in here, so if you’re interested, keep reading.
your headcanons regarding class 3-a’s rise to fame/the july attacks/deku’s leap in the limelight as future number one, i adore it all. it makes sense, it’s exciting even if we don’t get to see it on the page word-for-word/in real time, and it’s inspiring too! but most of all, it fits them all so well – they deserve to be written as great heroes and i’m beyond happy you gave that to them in your story – to ALL of them, including shinsou. cookies for you. (2/?)
secondly, the rankings you picked for them – deku as no.1 of course, and katsuki ACTUALLY BEING CONTENT WITH SECOND PLACE, EFF YEAH! and shouto at no.4, holding neither all might’s nor his father’s former ranks, i appreciate the heck out of this. just… all the kids becoming awesome heroes and having wonderful, fulfilling careers just like they’ve always wanted, i’m here for this and i’m here to STAY. (3/?)
thirdly, katsuki’s character. i will be the first person in this fandom to admit my intense dislike of him, but you’ve written him in exactly the way i’ve always wanted him to turn out – significantly less jaded, noticeably more humble (and sane…), actively working to correct the mistakes of his past by becoming an advocate for quirkless kids and participating in anti-bullying campaigns (as an ex bully-victim, reading this made me want to kiss you) with deku, that felt sweet on the soul (4/?)
and also being married to kirishima, of course. DUH. speaking of which, the ships! THE SHIPS! ALL. MY. FAVOURITE. SHIPS. they were all there, they all got attention, and i love you all the more for it. tododeku especially. i just love how tenderly yet comfortably they were written. in my mind, they’ve always felt like the couple that will get the happily-ever-after kind of romance, like two souls mated in a fairy tale come to life. and they, above all others, deserve that everlasting joy (5/?)
and the parts with toshinoti, how he’s dealing with his new(-ish?) lifestyle and the world is spinning on without him, but also taking care of him, because he’s more than earned it – how all his former friends and students have become family to him and are so eager to remain an active part of his life, how he helps bakugou with teaching (for dummies ;P) and is so painfully proud of deku, it was all so deeply touching and heartwarming, i loved every single one of his scenes to bits! (6/?)
the writing was wonderful forma purely technical point as well: there were some typos but nothing serious, and it all flowed quickly yet smoothly – you stylde felt simple and dynamic, but also somehow profound, perhaps precisely because of its simplicity. i still can’t put my finger on it. i just know i loved it. your ocs were a great addition too! their personalities felt distinct and they left good impressions without overstaying their welcome in a class 3-a-centred story, top job! (7/?)
the whole domestic feel of the fic was wonderful as well! it felt like a true slice-of-life piece, even though the lives in question are filled with action and danger. you captured the nature of the balance between working your (adventurous and stardom-speckled) dream job and living your private life/spending quality off-time with friends very accurately. the final excerpt (the description of the photo) left a sweetly nostalgic sense buzzing in my chest. just… thank you for this story. (8/?)
and now that i’m done singing your praises, time for the payback! i adore this verse, and therefore i naturally have questions. first and most importantly, the tododeku relationship development. could you tell me when and how they got together in this verse, how that whole tidbit with suing endeavour went, and when and how exactly they got engaged? i assume it’s in the 5 months leading up to the reunion, but details please? future wedding details too? give me ALL THE DETAILS. (9/?)
then, ranking details! we know deku’s no.1, bakugou’s no.2, and shouto’s no.4, but the fic mentions the class currently has 6 members in the top 10. who are the rest, and who’s the number 3 hero? please tell me it’s momo. PLEASE. also, have their ranks changed since the time they graduated, or have they remained the same for the last 7 years (i.e. deku’s always been no.1 ever since he entered the ranklist, shouto’s always been no.4, etc.)? and what’s shinsou’s rank? (10/?)
what about teaching details? where’s nedzu if aizawa’s principle? is shinsou a part-time teacher or a guest lecturer? does bakugou now do teaching full time, or does he only do homeroom for one class and keeps hero-ing in the meantime? will he even remain in the ranklist if he stops fighting villains? will he even care? and on a less-related note, are bakushima the only married couple? and when did they get married? was deku best man? my shameless curiosity demands to know everything (11/?)
finally, in case i haven’t tormented you enough, i wanted to ask, how do you envision our heroes’ futures? we know they’re only 25 in the story, and tododeku are about to soon get married. and bakushima are married already, bakugou’s switching careers, yada yada. but if you had to plot a course for the rest of class 3-a’s lives, what would it look like? all might mentioned grandchildren, but would tododeku want that? and where even was/is kouda in this entire fic? xDDD thank you!!! (12/12)
Again: thanks for the comments! I’m so glad you enjoyed this.
The next ‘in bloom’ instalment will focus on Bakugou becoming involved in anti-bullying campaigns. I’m with you, Bakugou makes me very uncomfortable in canon, but occasionally we get these glimpses of character development (esp in the manga), and I just needed to bring that out and expand on it.
And there will always be typos in my work, unfortunately. I don’t have a beta, and I’m a dumb-ass who always misses my errors. I do my best, but I am only human.
I won’t give you all the details (partly because I don’t have this universe entirely mapped out yet), but you can have some answers:
TodoDeku have a long engagement. They were engaged before we see them in ‘history…’ actually. They’re in no rush, and are very busy with their work lives, and are enjoying the blissfully engaged lifestyle. They’ve been engaged for about a year, and they have some vague plans, but nothing concrete. At the moment, they’re debating the merits of getting married somewhere private in the city vs. getting married on Toshinori’s estate. I’m not sure which one will win out.
Their rankings have changed A LOT! When he officially entered the rankings when he was 19, Deku only ended up no. 20, because it had been over a year since the July Attacks, and he hasn’t actually done much since then, being busy with exams/graduating/entering a hero agency. A lot of people were upset by this, but it didn’t bother Deku. He was ecstatic to scrap into the Top 20 as it was.
Sorry, no. 3 belongs to Inasa (from the manga). The top 10 has changed a lot, too. There’s actually seven 1a heroes in the top 10 - Uravity was No. 11 but got a jump in popularity recently. In order: Deku, Detonation, Gale (Inasa), Polarise, unnamed number 5, Creati, Red Riot, Ingenium, an unnamed number 9, and Uravity.
Shinsou is rankless. He’s an underground hero, and I headcanon that those types of heroes are not typically assigned ranks.
Shinsou has his own role at UA. He does a bunch of stuff: watches the entrance exams, works with some of the Gen. Ed kids, oversees possible transfers between courses, and does guest lectures. Aizawa gives him a lot of independent power.
Bakugou co-teaches Class 1-B. He occasionally guest lecturers other classes (like how Thirteen worked one-off with 1-A during the USJ attack). He has enough time to do hero work too, but he has a less intense work-load now that he’s also teaching.
Kirishima and Bakugou are the only married couple at the moment. They got married when they were 23, before TodoDeku had gotten engaged. They were the first couple to start dating in high school, too. They just … clicked, and never looked back.
Do you mean Kouda or Kouta? Kouda is probably off running a rescue animal shelter while doing minor hero work, too. Kouta is doing amateur film work and arguing with classmates when they don’t believe that he knows pro heroes irl.
I almost wrote Jirou and Momo announcing their engagement at the reunion, but at that point, I had been writing the fic for months, and I needed to upload it before I combusted. So. Yeah. They get engaged around the end of the fic.
I haven’t thought too hard about kids but … I can’t get the image of Kiri/Baku adopting an orphaned girl when they’re in their 30s, and Bakugou ringing up Midoriya to ask him to be the godfather, and Midoriya CRYING FOR HOURS. HOURS. He catches the train over at like 11pm, still in his pjs, still crying, and all over twitter there’s pics of Deku crying into a phone, sparking all kinds of terrible rumours, until he uploads a photo of him cradling his goddaughter in his arms a few hours later.
I also have more headcanons in my history verse tag, if you’re curious. Thanks again!
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I don't know if you are the right person but I had a curiosity why is that a lot of actors decided to leave TW? I've never noticed this like at all in other shows.. does it happen often? And even about deaton who stars in two shows together. . I mean is it normal? Or i just noticed because i like reading all the meta ahahha btw you're all amazing!!! Love reading all those things i don't notice even in a million years ahahha
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The answer is kind of complicated because there are alot of different ways it can be veiwed, so I’ll break it down into small parts
It IS possible for someone to have a regular or recurring role in two different shows at the same time, such as Seth Gilliam being in both Teen Wolf and The Walking Dead at once, Sarah Paulson did this in 2015 when she did both American Horror Story and The People VS OJ Simpson, but if they have a fairly big role in both then there’s probably a good chance that one role will be reduced in favor of the other (like, again, Deaton being reduced in favor of Gabriel, Sarah took a slightly reduced role in AHS as Sally in favor of the starring role in OJ as Marcia Clark) unless you get a really unique thing where both shows have very different filming schedules and don’t overlap at all, but that’s kind of hard to come by simply by law of averages, what’s more common is to have a starring role in both a TV show and a movie or movie franchise at once, and in fact, Dylan O'Brien is almost famous for it, he films both the Maze Runner series and Teen Wolf at the same time and has been for about three years, in 2014 he filmed Teen Wolf, The Scorch Trials, AND Deepwater Horizon all in one year and had a starring role in ALL. THREE. But that’s extremely rare because you have to have the energy and the stamina of a freaking buffalo to do all that work, keeping in mind that all three projects were high-energy and required alot of physically demanding work, often including stunts (this is a good reason why Dylan is rising as a star the way he is, he takes on an insane amount of work) However, that doesn’t mean that the general rules don’t still apply, in 2016 he had to take a MAJOR step back for Teen Wolf due to filming The Death Cure, wich resulted in a pretty bad injuery and took him off of work for several months, directly after healing he filmed American Assassin- as the leading role again- Teen Wolf, and now is back on The Death Cure, all in the course of several months, Dylan is an extreme case but actors do often do movies wile they star in major franchises, Evan Peters from American Horror Story also plays Quicksilver in the X-Men franchise, Norman Reedus is one of the stars of The Walking Dead and last year filmed TWD, did two movies, and opened a freaking resturaunt (he and Dylan are obviously drinking the same energy drink) So the answer is kind of yes and no, wile it’s normal for actors to take on other work, having two regular roles on two different shows at the same time IS pretty uncommon
Fun fact though: Melissa Ponzio (AKA Melissa) was actually on The Walking Dead too!! Back in season three of TWD she played Karen, who sadly didn’t last the season, this is back around season two of Teen Wolf I believe, back when they were still filming in Atlanta and had an opposite filming schedule to TWD, wich made things pretty easy for Melissa, who basically wrapped Teen Wolf for the season and then just stayed in Georgia for a few extra months to do TWD, unfortunately ofcourse, Karen was a small role, so the same rule kind of applies to Melissa that it does to Seth
As for actors leaving Teen Wolf… well, part of that is definately bad luck on Teen Wolf’s part, because this kind of overhaul in such a short amount of time is pretty rediculous, if Teen Wolf had been going for something like twelve seasons the way Supernatural has or something, that’d be easier to understand, but with that being said, there ARE actually two pretty good reasons for why Teen Wolf has such constant changes:
1. The network2. Jeff Davis
1. Teen Wolf is on MTV, wich isn’t necessarily a bad thing… but it’s certainly not a GOOD thing, because MTV’s budget is considerably low, MTV’s budget for a scripted series- especially it’s FIRST scripted series? Definately low, Teen Wolf has a bunch of actors who started out virtually unknown, even though Tyler Posey and Tyler Hoechlin had careers before Teen Wolf, nether of them had alot of stability in those careers- not around 2011 anyway- so a starring role even in a low budget show like Teen Wolf was a great opportunity for them, then you have people like Dylan, Holland, and Crystal, who’s careers were launched with Teen Wolf, and it seems like a good deal.. until something better comes along, and because Teen Wolf is at the bottom of the financial rope, something better is probably going to come along sooner rather than later, two of the best examples are Adelaide Kane- Cora- and Daniel Sharman- Isaac- Adelaide quit Teen Wolf for The CW’s “Reign”, wich she starred in as THE main for four seasons, theCW is MUCH bigger than MTV, and a starring role is MUCH bigger than a recurring role, so for Adelaide, it made financial sense, the same is true for Daniel who jumped off of Teen Wolf to do another CW show- The Originals, wich he was recurring in for I think two seasons before ditching there too, he left to do a pilot called LFE wich was sadly not picked up
2. Jeff Davis, here’s the BIG reason alot of people leave, and it’s actually because Jeff Davis is a NICE GUY- I mean, all the wank aside, Jeff is totally unlike most showrunners in that he releases his cast from their contracts if they ask him to
TV contracts are pretty simple when you summarize it: The showrunner signs an actor to do a certain number of episodes/seasons/work hours (depending on what kind of show and contract it is) and the actor fullfills it, simple right? So usually if an actor gets half-wa through their contract and something better comes along, they can’t leave the show they’re currently working on to pursue it, they can only pursue it if it DOESN’T interfere with what they’re currently signed to do, and this is where Teen Wolf and Jeff Davis are different, because Jeff lets them out of their contracts to pursue bigger and better things if they ask, this is most noticeable with Crystal Reed, who had a starring contract for Teen Wolf, that means she SHOULD have been secured to stay on Teen Wolf for as long as her contract was for (Dylan’s was through 2016, Crystal’s was probably similar) and maintain her starring role throughout, usually if Crystal had said “Can I leave?” the Teen Wolf lawyers would have pointed to her contract and said “No”, but because Jeff actually isn’t a dick about it, he said “Sure” and released her from her contract, wich is why she was allowed out even though it was unplanned
That’s why you’ll get so many people like Erica and Cora who you think will be there forever and then they’re suddenly gone, because Jeff LETS them go, whereas most shows don’t (not that ALL shows are like that ofcourse, shows like The Walking Dead wich kill charectors like it’s the end of the world- ha- probably don’t have a problem releasing them either, but I digress)
So you have a REALLY lethal combination here of a good actors on a low-budget show, finding better opportunities and being ALLOWED to pursue them, it’s kind of like parking a kid in front of an ice cream truck with your wallet, sure they COULD be responsible and only buy one, but it’s alot more likely that you’re going to be out fifty bucks in less than an hour
For argument’s sake, here’s what I know about the actors on Teen Wolf who have done other jobs and/or left:
-Tyler Posey: Has kept his starring role on Teen Wolf, also did Yoga Hozers in 2014/2015
-Dylan O'Brien: Took the majority of 6A and 6B off due to an injuery that kept him out of work in 2016 and commitments to American Assassin and The Death Cure in 2016-2017 (also filmed The Internship, The Maze Runner, Deepwater Horizon, The Scorch Trials, and a guest spot on New Girl throughout his Teen Wolf time)
-Crystal Reed: Asked for Allison to be killed off- specifically- in 3B as she wished to leave Teen Wolf because she no longer wanted “to be a 30-year-old playing a 17-year-old”, she specifically asked for Allison to be killed off to “not get fans’ hopes up of Allison returning” (rumors say that this was also a result of her and Daniel Sharman having a bad break up) Returned to play the role of Marie Jean in 2015
-Holland Roden: Has kept her starring role in Teen Wolf
-Tyler Hoechlin: Asked for a “reduced role” past season four so he could “pursue other projects”, has repeatedly said that he’s not opposed to returning to Teen Wolf “if they give Derek a good reason to come back”, HEAVILY speculated to return for 6B, has done upwards of six movie roles since Teen Wolf and guest-starred as Superman on Supergirl, has several upcoming roles as well (way to go Hoechlin!)
-Colton Haynes: Left Teen Wolf in 2012, asking for Jackson to be “Written off with a chance of returning”, due to a combination of his mental health and feeling the enviroment of Teen Wolf wasn’t suited for him, went on to play Roy Harper on Arrow for two seasons, has doen commercials and movie roles since, he’s CONFIRMED to return to Teen Wolf for 6B
-Daneil Sharman: Left Teen Wolf in 3B, asked to “leave the role open” for a possibility of his return, reasons of his departure were never explicitly stated although his break up with Crystal Reed is suspect, went on to play Kole Mikkelson on The Originals and have a dropped pilot called LFE filmed for CBS
-Adelaide Kane: Only played on Teen Wolf for 3A after landing the starring role of Queen Mary on theCW’s “Reign” for four seasons
-Arden Cho: Left Teen Wolf against her will in 2016, she posted on her social media that it was not her choice to leave and that after a reduced role in 5B she asked if she would be needed in 6A and was told no, Arden seems very upset about how she was treated in regards to her being written out of Teen Wolf and has epxressed that Kira is extremely close to her heart and she’d be willing to play her for as long as possible, it’s unclear why she was written out, other than the fact that Arden was generally treated poorly throughout the series, especially in season five, wherein she had scenes cut without knowing about it and had to “hear from fans that I wasn’t in the episode”, has since worked on her music career
-Shelley Hennig: Has kept her recurring role in Teen Wolf and also has played minor roles in several projects since, as well as the leading role in “Unfreinded” in 2014
-Gage Golightly: Asked to be written off of Teen Wolf in season two to pursue a pilot that was not picked up, unclear if she specifically asked to be killed off but it seems likely as Jeff always leaves the door open whenever he can for returns, has since done several movies and now has a starring role in the show “Red Oaks”
-Sinqua Walls: Was killed off of Teen Wolf in 3A without asking to be, has since been recurring as Sir Lancelot in Once Upon A Time, as well as a leading cast member in two other shows
-Dylan Sprayberry: Has kept his main role on Teen Wolf
-Victoria Morrels: Has kept her main role in Teen Wolf
-Khylin Rhambo: Has kept his main role in Teen Wolf
-Linden Ashby: Has kept his main role in Teen Wolf
-Melissa Ponzio: Has kept her main role in Teen Wolf and had a breif recurring role on The Walking Dead in 2012
-JR Bourne: Left Teen Wolf in 2014 to pursue a recurring role on “Unreal” and returned to Teen Wolf in 2015 to continue his main role, unclear if he asked to be written off during season four or not
-Seth Gilliam: Has kept his recurring role in Teen Wolf wile gaining main role in The Walking Dead
-Ian Bohen: Was originally only going to play Peter for season one, but after getting on so well with everyone else involved in Teen Wolf, the writers decided to keep Peter around for as long as possible, he’s kept his recurring role on Teen Wolf since
-Ryan Kelly: Has kept his recurring role on Teen Wolf
-Jill Wagner: Was also originally going to be a season-one villain only, but liked Teen Wolf so much that she wanted to come back, after hosting Wolf Watch for two seasons she finally reappeared on Teen Wolf in season four
-Cody Christian: Has kept his recurring role on Teen Wolf, despite only originally being slated for season five, like Ian, he was so well liked they decided to bring him back for season six
-Max and Charlie Carver: Asked to be written off of Teen Wolf after 3B to pursue starring roles on an HBO series, Max returned breifly in episode one of season five of Teen Wolf
-Meagan Tandy: Although originally only supposed to be a breif role in season three, Meagan’s role was brought back as recurring in seasons four and five*
*Fun fact: Meagan not only one of the mains in “Unreal” during JR’s season on the show, she’s also the second beauty queen to recur in Teen Wolf, alongside Shelley Hennig
Note that this is obviously not all-inclusive and 10000000000% accurate since I didn’t bother to look any of it up, this is all just stuff that I happen to know off the top of my head, wich is why it isn’t all-inclusive
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Seven Minute Siege: aka that fan fiction I've been half assedly promoing
Here it is Chapter 1/15
PART 1: SILENT WITNESSES
Caspar’s Story:
STARTS 9:48 AM
Who actually needs to know what year the Berlin wall was built?
After a good ten minutes of trying to force myself to pay attention, I give up, easing my cramped hand and dropping my pencil on the table. I sat there staring at it, SpongeBob print mocking me, while it rolled onto the floor.
Mental note; thank Joe for that stationary set later.
The saddest part is that I actually like history.
It’s even sadder that I wouldn’t like it apart from the fact that Mr P. was the teacher. He was the first teacher who actually looked like they wanted to be there, and not in a creepy; over the top way, but he was also the first teacher who actually gave me a chance. He quickly became my advisor in freshman year, and I couldn’t thank him enough.
“Caspar? Caspar! Are you listening?” I hear someone snap their fingers and I look away from my pencil, which has made its way over to the bookshelf next to my desk and is currently chilling with a 2006 copy of People Magazine. Bless the American Education System. I see that it was Mr P. and I give him an apologetic smile.
Great job, Caspar
“I get that you only have three weeks left of high school but that is no excuse to feel like you do not have to-”
BANG! Crackle BANG!
“AHHHHHHG!!!”
BA- CRACKLE!
The loudspeaker cut out and the whole class is left silent and wide-eyed.
What in the hell..?
Mr P. looks from the P.A. in question over to us, then back to the P.A. His teeth are clenched together in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. He clears his throat before turning to us once more.
“I’m sure someone in the office just fell on the loudspeaker button… Back to work guys.” Mr P coaxed with his usual smile, but due to the uncertainty in his voice, not a single student resumed their study.
My stomach churned, Mr. P’s words just slipped through my mind like a whisper.
The class were all wide-eyed and dead silent. A pin dropping could have be heard. I looked at the faces of my classmates, the people I had come to know slightly better over the semester, most of which I had never spoken to until senior year. Their expressions were not necessarily scared, but at the same level of ‘what the fuck’ that Sir was at moments ago.
From the back of the classroom Sam Pepper, a generally loud and obnoxious kid, reluctantly raised his hand.
“Sir, even if they fell on the button, that didn’t sound normal for an office. Should we- should we lock down?” His voice cracked in his sentence through fear.
“No, no, it’s fine… Come on guys.” Mr P sounded completely unfazed by the sound we just witnessed. I understand that teachers have to keep us calm and all, but if he is only pretending that everything will be fine, he is doing a good job of it. But unfortunately he is the only one doing so.
Mr P sighs, “Guys, fine. If anything is really wrong, the alarm will go off. Until then, we have nothing to worry about.” Our teacher encouraged. I had a bad feeling about this and I’m sure the feeling amongst the other students was mutual.
9:49 AM
Mr P sat timidly at his desk, hands clasped together and tense. I think the tension of the situation was growing on him as he went from his still position behind his desk, to quickly jumping out of his seat faster than lightning. He marched directly over to the door, reaching out both hands to close it. But just his hands reached the doorknob; he was pushed back by a strong force and knocked onto the floor.
Screams were let out as a red colour appeared across his chest, spreading quickly staining his blue button-up shirt. It was like the universe went into slow motion as a man in a black beanie concealing his face, only enough so that he could see, pushed our teacher to the floor as he stormed the classroom, gun in hand. He fired across the classroom as people ducked and dived for cover before their brains could register what was happening. Students were dropping like flies in their attempt to escape the mad man’s fire.
After coming to my senses of what was happening, I jumped behind the bookcase and pulled my knees to my chest. I cover my ears in an attempt to block out the sounds of my classmates and friends’ screams. I can’t comprehend what is happening as bullets fly around the room like darts, hitting people multiple times. Who could be doing this? Why? I see a body fall practically on to me, ripping me out of trance as I jump in shock and horror. I almost let out a scream as I push it off noticing that it was the body of none other than Sam Pepper that was now lying next to me; my clothes are saturated in his blood as wet, hot tears stream down my face.
I rock back and forth while the gunshots continue. Then all of a sudden they stop, just as fast as they had started. Either everyone was dead or I had gone deaf due to the bullets. All I could hear was my own heart beat through every part of my body as I held my breath.
I remember what my mother told me. If I’m ever in this situation, play dead.
The figure walks around the bodies of senior students checking to make sure no one is alive. I quickly go limp and continue to hold my breath as I shut my eyes; Pretending that Sam’s blood is my own. I feel the man walk past me and stop. I try not to move.
I want to scream.
I give all of my will power not to squint my eyes further, or do anything to show that I am not dead. If I try anything I’ll be dead before I could finish it. I hear what I think is him finally walking away. I count to thirty before deciding to sit up.
I look around the now silent classroom, amongst the red puddles and splatters on the floor and walls, to see that I am the only one left alive.
As the silence continues, I decide to stand. I walk lines through the desks. Slowly, not trying to touch anyone, checking that maybe someone is still breathing. I see dead bodies left and right, still with eyes open. Clutched stomachs, and hurled over bodies from pain, the stench of death already lingering. I make it to the front of the room, failing in an attempt to steady my breaths and tears.
I head to the door, peeking my head around the frame. It would be stupid to leave; the man could walk out from anywhere and shoot me. I bring my whole body back inside the classroom and press it to the wall, hidden against it.
Not sure if I can bear to look at anything in the room for any longer, I let out a breath with my eyes squeezed shut.
I wait in silence.
…1…
…2…
…3…
I suck my breath right back in and slide down the wall to the floor when the gunshots start again.
9:50 AM
From my spot in a ball against the orange felt walls, I hear the door of the classroom next to ours get broken into, the cries of a teacher trying to save his students, who at least bothered to make them go into lockdown.
I try to find something to distract myself from what was going on, so I can pretend I’m not helplessly pressed against a wall clinging onto it for dear life. The sounds of gunshots go off around me echoing through the halls as screams and cries ring in my ears. Unfortunately the only other thing I can see from my spot on the floor is the dead corpse of my favourite teacher.
I feel like I never got to repay him for everything he did for me. He was the one who helped my with my dyslexia, he was the only one who tried to find other solutions for me to complete my work. He never dismissed my Tourette’s as bad behaviour. He understood my ticks. But most importantly, out of everything, he helped my come into terms with myself and helped me believe that who I was, was okay and nothing to be ashamed of.
In a time where I was to afraid to even come to school, or go home, he gave me council, and we talked it out. He made me realise that I was normal and that I had nothing to worry about. He told me to come to him if anyone was ever mean to me, and he advised me when I told him about my crush on my now three year boyfriend Joe.
We had gotten together at the end of freshman year, and today of all days was our three-year anniversary. Mr P helped me build up courage to ask him out. Joe was always so confidant and one of the only openly gay guys at our school. There was Tyler and Troye, two best friends who I was always too afraid to talk to. There was also Connor Franta but he didn’t come out until the end of last year.
It was only through Mr P and Joe that I can now say that all of those people, plus many more are now my best friends in the whole world.
Speaking of anniversaries, it just occurred to me that a certain event was due to happen just after school was let out. Three weeks from now, at the start of the break, Mr P was going to get married. Joe, the rest of my family and I were all invited and we were hardly ever not talking about it.
I let out a small whimper thinking about him and his fiancé. She was lovely; she was a musician and had an amazing sense of humour. He was caring and brilliant. They were perfect for each other. He was stupid for not going into lockdown. But neither of them deserved this. No one did.
My thoughts were interrupted as I noticed the unnerving silence which must have meant that the gunshots had stopped, then I heard a small creak of a door from across the hall. Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked my head around the corner yet again. My eyes widened as I met an equally scared looking pair of eyes, belonging to no other then Arden Rose. She was hiding in the doorway of the library, obviously not knowing the situation, and scared out of her brains. I silently urged for her to run back into the library. Using my hands as signals but it was clear she had no idea what I was trying to get across to her.
She took one look at me, then down the hall, I knew what she was planning and I wanted to run over to her and stop her before she did. I sat helplessly in the doorframe as she met my worried gaze one more. I knew the man had left the second classroom, he would see her. In a flash she launched herself from her spot, only to slam herself back against it as a bullet was fired straight at her. My heart stopped as it hit the brickwork, only just missing her. What was she doing! I could only stare at her while willing my heart to start again as the sound of a door slamming to the ground and more bullets and more scream echoed in my ears. I tried to signal to her to run, but I knew I was too late. So was off sprinting down the hall, book bag flying behind her. I bashed my hands on the wall as a slammed my head back into it in a mix of anger, worry and frustration. I wanted to scream as I heard two more gunshots follow her down the hall.
I couldn’t stand it. It was one thing for my classmates to die, another thing for my favourite teacher. But Arden was something different. She was one of my best friends, and she is dead. I accepted her fate as I silently cried. Pulling at my hair. There is no way she could have escaped.
9:51 AM
My thoughts turn to Joe as I cry to myself, trying not to be heard. I was stuck, helpless in this classroom, as a mass killer rampaged my school. I could no longer hear any gunshots if they were still going on. The only thing I knew was that my beautiful boyfriend was in the classroom at the end of the hall. I hoped he was in lockdown, but as much as I craned my neck I couldn’t see out of the door far enough to check.
He wasn’t at school this morning and I prayed that he decided to just not show up. I wanted to text him but if he was in his classroom I didn’t want to put him in danger by setting his phone off. If he was in any sort of trouble, he would text me.
It still awed me that I was lucky enough to have him. Not to mention that Joe had been mine for three years. I was even more stunned that he loved me back to be honest, not to mention freshman Caspar. Joe has always been this angelic, stunning, little human and I’m still not sure if I have grown into my long, lanky limbs and massive ears. Yet ‘I love you’ is the first thing I hear from him every time we meet so I must be doing something right.
As soon as the police show up I will find him and hold him and never let him go. He is my beautiful baby boy and my number one priority even if I have to shield him from danger with my own body; I would do anything to keep him safe. If we both can’t make it out of this, I will make it my mission to make sure that he is the one alive. He has so much potential, much more than I do. I would never find someone even close too as good as him.
I’m whipped okay.
We have an amazing day planned for after school, which includes skipping the last two periods. Though after all of this, we might not feel like it. I would be happy if we are just both here to see it happen.
I flinch when out of the corner of my eye I see something move past the window on the other side of the classroom. I turn my whole tear stained face to see
… Kian…
… and JC…
Is that … Ricky?
9:52 AM
They slowly walk past the window. Kian grips onto JC’s shoulder and Ricky scouts the area as they sneak their way past my classroom. They must have gotten up out of their own class and left. The tension probably got too much for them. Maybe they were already out of class when it happened.
Idiots. That’s the only word I could think of to describe them. Sure they were kinda my friends, and I get that they would want to leave, but there is one guy in the hallway who just shot my entire class plus two more, and one guy can’t hold down a whole school right?
Anyway, there are probably at least three more gunmen around ready to shoot; Ricky, JC and Kian are goners.
Like with Arden, I try to signal them. JC points at me through the window and the other two turn to face me. Ricky waves me over but I furiously shake my head.
What! Is he, crazy? I’m not risking my life to try and sneak out. If I could save anyone I would, but it is impossible for me to leave my spot. I try to tell them to leave and get out of sight.
The three boys just stare at me through the window, they shrug at my gestures and smile at me. Kian waves as he puts his hand on Ricky’s back pushing them on. They walk out of the way of the window so I can no longer see them.
I start to panic. Everything is finally catching up to me. The smell, the small cramped position that I am in, the fact that I can’t leave said position. Maybe I can. I have no idea what is happening around me and my phone is over on my desk. I can’t see anyone’s texts or snap chats or Tweets or anything. It all occurs to me that there could be more killers, no police; Maybe Kian, JC and Ricky are outside safe, maybe they are already dead.
The worst part is that I’m stuck alone, with my thoughts. I can escape them just as much as I can escape this room. It’s so quiet that the only thing I can hear is the screams of the past five minutes playing over in my head.
Wait, it was quiet. Actually dead silent.
There hadn’t been a gunshot in a really long time, or at least, not one that I had heard. Did that mean it was safe?
I couldn’t take being there anymore and decided that it would be best to leave, I had missed all of the other opportunities I had been given and this could be my last one. What if he comes back?
I slowly stand, using the wall to help me up. I look at the red handprint that I had left slowly seep into the felt. However, this thing ends, it won’t be happily. So many parents have lost their children; people losing soul mates, siblings, family members, and friends…
I hear one final gunshot and jump in my spot. I freeze.
9:53 AM
I hear a scream. It sounded like the person was screaming out ‘Noooo!’ but kind of like someone’s name.
It also kind of sounded like Will.
No, YES! it was unmistakably the cry of Will Darbyshire. Did he find Arden? They weren’t together but it is so obvious how they feel. He clearly loves her.
I don’t want to think about how he would feel if he found her body. I turn my head back towards the wall where I once sat.
I think about the impact on everyone’s lives that this one man, let alone any other gunman at this school, or anywhere, has done to our community.
Who let him have a gun; WHO JUST LETS ANYONE HAVE A GUN? I slam my fist against the mark I left on the wall in anger.
I’m angry for those who had to die today; their families, and anyone who has to go back to school after this and deal with the memories of what went down on this morning.
All of those students were my friends! They were so talented, they had bright futures. They had so many people who loved them and they themselves loved so many.
I didn’t care anymore, I pulled my hair with both my hands and I let out a frustrated scream and it was almost like one thousand other voices were screaming with me.
I lifted my head from my hands to see that it wasn’t in my head. There really were people screaming with me. A class of students from the end of the hall were rampaging down it, screaming and yelling and avoiding the flailing gunfire of the man on the floor.
I lean out of the door, grabbing onto the frame to watch it. The students burst through the front door of the school to safety; cheering and whooping as they exited the crime scene.
I got swept up in it all and felt a yell strangled in my throat wanting to be let out.
I was about to let it out as the last few members of the class left the building, when the gunman stood up.
9:54 AM
I wasn’t sure if he had seen me but I dived against the door again, this time against the other side, flat against the open door itself.
I watched in horror as the man walked over to two pairs of feet trapped under a bank of lockers that must have been pushed over during the stampede.
No, no, NO! Not more death! We were good, we were safe. More people can’t die today.
I watched as I recognized a turquoise quiff belonging to one of the trapped victims. No, Not Tyler!
I Stood ready to scream. I could create a distraction. The suspense was building, almost at tipping point. I sucked in a breath as a different noise sounded from the end of the hall. The sound of multiple texts on someone’s iPhone rang through the dead silent halls. I breathed heavily as I looked from the lockers to the man to the direction of the noise. It did its job as the man dropped his gun to his side and followed it.
It wasn’t until my eyes looped back around to the noise as well that I noticed the man lift his gun again, to the head of Connor Franta.
I let out an audible whimper as I held my breath. He looked as threatening as a kitten as he kneeled on the floor. Large eyes pleading to the man for mercy. I had held my breath for so long that black spots appeared in my vision, blocking my view as I braced myself.
I shut my eyes as the last gunshot went off.
A body fell to the ground and the clank of the silver on the tiles jolted me fully awake.
Two arms scooped me off the ground and once again the confusion upon me sent the world into slow motion.
I was barely walking for myself as my feet kicked the ground. The police were practically dragging me out of the school.
I turned my head to face the body of the gunman on the floor. Lying in a pool of his own blood.
It was over.
Until the high-pitched squeal of a girl spun the world back to normal, and the worried sprints of Dan, Phil, Tanya and Jim had me break out of the policemen’s grip to follow them.
Part 2: https://teddy-parade.tumblr.com/post/155612175180/seven-minute-siege-pt-215
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