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fremedon · 2 days

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Back in 2014, I did a panel at CON.TXT on dubious consent tropes: sex pollen, fuck or die, omegaverse, and so on. And we talked about how the same tropes can carry different kinds of narrative weight, and how the ways they're used have evolved over time--how tropes that started out as a way to get around the rape culture assumption that Nice Girls Don't were repurposed to interrogate rape culture. By making the coercion external to all parties to the sex act--by removing culpability--they allow for rape and rape culture stories without rapists.

And I proposed that a lot of these tropes were also coming to be used in ways that read as allegories for the impossibility of resisting the conditions of late capitalism. A character is placed under complete social or biological constraint, with no power to escape or fight or do anything but submit, and their only choice is whether to submit gracefully or make a token and futile resistance. And that their decision to make the experience something they want--to claim whatever good they can in it--is an act of power. That to consent, even internally, and make it meaningful, even when they have no way to enforce a refusal, is an act of power.

Because it was a panel on dubcon, and saying Yes is what differentiates dubcon from noncon, in fiction, we talked mostly about stories where the protagonist says Yes; we talked about these consent tropes as allegories for the ways that people do, in fact, find good in conditions they cannot opt out of. People do build good relationships under rape culture. They build communities under late capitalism. These things do happen, outside of fiction, and a story about someone reconciling to life as an omega can have a lot to say about the complicated internal struggles people go through to make them happen.

We didn't talk so much about the flip side of these tropes--that by making that internal Yes meaningful, even in circumstances where No has no power, they also imply that there is meaning in No, even where it has no effect. They validate the worth of an internal resistance, even where it achieves nothing. Maybe we mentioned it? I don't even remember--it was a panel on dubcon, not noncon, and that internal No has the power to change the genre, if nothing else.

I am thinking now, though, about the rise within fandom of a purity culture that strenuously rejects these tropes--while also granting them remarkable power. That claims that, because real life does not have the distinction possible in fiction between dubious consent and nonconsent, that not only is fictional dubcon no different from fictional rape, it's no different from real rape. That returns culpability to these stories and places it firmly with the author. That says that a fictional character cannot consent, to anything--and that the real author, being the only person involved with actual moral agency, owes it to the character to keep them safe.

To exercise moral choice on their behalf.

To say No, in the fictional world where that No is meaningful, and to imbue that No with an irresistible moral weight in the real world.

At any rate I'm not saying the crowd that thinks not voting to withhold their consent from things done in their name is somehow a meaningful form of protest just needs to read some sex pollen about it. But I'm not not saying that.

#dubcon #rape culture #purity culture #not even sure how else to tag this

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thirdsaltyhunter · 2 days

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Girl's Night

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Jody and Donna ask you for help on a hunt and you all get drunk and call your boyfriend while you're away

Warning: fluff, cuteness, kissing, mentions of a hunt so violence?, celebratory drinking, getting drunk

A/N: not proofread, all mistakes are my own

You woke up earlier than you usually did. Jody had given you a call to tell you that her and Donna had caught wind of a pack of werewolves just south of Sioux Falls and could use your help taking them out.

You wanted to start driving early so you could avoid most of the traffic and so you could offer your expertise as soon as possible. However, mornings aren't really your thing. You fought back the groan at how much you didn't want to leave your comfortable spot in bed where Dean was currently keeping you warm. Nonetheless, you began wiggling your way out from under his arm. You were trying not to wake him up this early because he hadn't slept enough this week.

As you tossed some clothes into your duffel bag, you thought you might be able to make it out without waking him, but he was always a light sleeper. A quiet grumble of your name sounded from beneath the covers.

"Hey baby," you whispered going back to the side of the bed.

"You leaving?" he asked, noticing your packed duffle bag, voice rough with sleep.

"Yeah, Jody asked me to help her and Donna take out some wolves."

He nodded and reached for you to pull you into a hug which, from the position he was in, meant that you were just laying on top of him. He was always extra cuddly in the mornings and you loved it, despite how much it tempted you to crawl back under the covers with him. "Be careful out there," he said, placing a kiss to your temple.

"You know I will." You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could look down at him. "Besides, you know it's gonna be a milk run. They probably don't even need me, they just want me to come up there so we can have girl's night."

He chuckled at that, because he knew you were right. Now that he thought about it, the last time he saw them, Donna had threatened that she'd drive down to Kansas herself and kidnap you if he didn't hand you over for a weekend.

He leaned up to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. "Call me when you finish the hunt so I know you're ok."

"I will." You kissed him again before crawling off of him. "I love you, go back to sleep."

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said, already burying his face into the pillow.

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he gave in to your request. Grabbing your duffle, you headed out of the bedroom to say your goodbyes to Sam before you made your way to your car to start the long drive up to Sioux Falls.

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The hunt ended up being even easier than you thought it would be. You, Jody and Donna made a pretty formidable and efficient hunting team. The hunt was done before the sun even fully set, so you headed back to Jody's house to begin cooking dinner.

You all decided to forget the plan of cooking dinner and reward yourselves for a hunt-well-done by ordering pizza instead. Claire was off on her own hunt and Alex was working a late shift at the hospital. That left only you, Donna and Jody, sitting on the livingroom floor around a mostly empty pizza box, passing around a bottle of wine.

After catching up on everything and finishing off the bottle of wine, Jody decided to pull out the bourbon and poured a good amount of each of you.

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About an hour later, the three of you were well past tipsy and were having the best time laughing and telling stories from various hunts.

"Soooo", Jody began with a hint of mischief in her voice. "How's Dean?"

"Yeah we need to hear about our favorite couple," Donna chimed in.

You knew she was talking about you and Dean but you decided to play around. "I don't know what you're talking about," you teased.

"Oh come on you know what we're talk'n about. We want to know what you and ol' Dean's like when you're away from the eyes of the world, y'know, when you put the hunter armor down," Jody inquired.

"I betcha he wears fuzzy socks and watches chick-flics, don't he?" Donna added teasingly.

That had you almost rolling on the floor with laughter. "Oh yeah, definitely."

It was nice being kind of childish like this with them. You had never had many friends in your teenage years and the hunting life didn't typically allow for gal-pals, but you had developed a really good friendship despite not having the time to see each other very often.

You wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes. "Oh shit, I forgot to call him", you attempted to grab your phone out of your bag, which took longer than needed, given your lack of coordination. "Dean asked me to call him after the hunt."

Jody and Donna looked at each other and awwww'ed in unison.

You tapped Dean's contact and put the phone to your ear. After a few rings you heard his voice. "Hey sweetheart."

"Heeeey", you greeted excitedly, voice slightly slurred.

"Hiya Dean-o", Donna said loud enough for Dean to hear.

You could hear him laugh on the other end, clearly gathering that you were all pretty inebriated and having a good time. "So I take it the hunt went well", he said with amusement in his voice.

"Oh it went great, we're badasses."

"I have no doubt of that," he said fondly.

"Hey Dean!" Jody cut in. "Is it true you wear fuzzy sock and watch chick-flicks when you're at home?"

"Baby, what did you tell them about me?" Dean asked you with mock annoyance.

"Oh nothing," you responded playfully. "Anyway gotta go."

You could hear he was barely holding back from laughing. "Hey hold on-" *click*

You bit your lip as you hung up on him before looking up at Jody and Donna. As soon as you made eye contact you all bust out laughing.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean x reader fluff #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x female!reader #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction

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pinkyqil · 3 days

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Polar opposite // Esmee brugts x r

You and esmee were quite an on going could she was always quite and timid. While you we're loud and on going with people.

it amaze a lot of people how your dynamic works cause esmee was a very shy bird whenever you two where around people.

but when it just the two of you she's just so loveable and clingy which you loved. as she wasn't into that much of public display for affection.

in public it wasn't that she didn't like it mostly because of the teasing and it made her really shy.

But today was really different the team had won the champion league. the moments the whistle rang you joined your teammates.

running onto the pitch and jumped on emse who looked happy. as everyone else she had her hands wrapped around your waist not letting go.

Everyone was pretty pumped up and the energy was flowing around the places. Ingrid and mapi came up to you both as they saw you guys little moments.

You and esmee where the first one back to the locker room where she cornered you and started slowly kissing the back of your ears to your lips. your eyes closed as you felt her hands go under your jersey as she deepen the kiss.

Opening your eyes as you heard a fake cough.

"Esmee". you called out as you saw lucy who had a joke looking face.

Turning her head and realizing what was happening she got all shy and tried hiding her face under your neck.

"Not so innocent esme". Lucy said out loud as the other's join in.

"Ouuu esme what have you been doing". It was now mapi who butted in.

"Clearly it nothing good considering the way she's hiding". lucy added.

"Come on guys quite it and lucy mapi you both shouldn't be opening your mouth as if your girlfriend's aren't here". You said which got them turning different shades of red.

"Let's leave these loser baby". You grabbed esme as she followed your lead.

You loved esmee and wouldn't want her to change a single thing about herself that made her unique in her own way.

A/n: I know this short forgive me honestly trying my best to get stuff out and writer's block shouldn't get my ass, as i have lots more work that need to be out so enjoy this mini esme fic. until more fics come out and as always feedbacks and request or comments are appreciated don't forget to drink water and stay hydrated y'all 💗

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slight-gaming-addict · 3 days

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Feel free to reject this, but can you write the housewardens x a reader with self harm scars? Maybe something like them comforting the reader or getting them to open up.

battle scars

masterlist | request rules | ko-fi

housewardens reactions to seeing your self harm scars

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia

warnings: mentions of self harm, please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable, angst to comfort, crying, azul's is extra angsty, i didn't do all the housewardens i hope that's okay anon<3

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

You wake up suddenly to light shining into the room. Slowly opening your eyes, you find the sun shining through the window. You groan and bury your face in Leona's chest, who's peacefully sleeping next to you.

You're about to fall back asleep when you feel the warmth of skin on one of your arms. Your eyes flick back open to see the shirt sleeve you were sleeping in must have ridden up your arm and is lying on top of Leona's.

You quickly bring your arm back and pull the sleeve back down to cover it. Glancing up at Leona, you let out a breath when it doesn't seem he's awake to have seen anything.

Sometimes you wish you could just delete the scars on you. They never bring happy memories, always there as a reminder of the mistakes you made in the past. You hated them and just wish you could erase them permanently. It's the reason why you wear long sleeves all the time. You can't stand for anyone to judge you.

Leona's always teasing you for wearing long sleeves all the time, but you can't bring yourself to stop, just wanting to cover up and stay hidden as long as possible.

You settle back into Leona when you start to feel sleep overtake you, but are startled awake again when you hear a grumble next to you.

"You shouldn't cover up," you stare up at Leona, whose eyes are still closed, wondering if you were hearing things. It's when his eyes flick open that you're sure he said it.

"What are you talking about?" you question him, trying to act like nothing's wrong and you don't know what he's saying. One side of his lips twitches upwards, letting out a small scoff.

"Why do you always wear long sleeves?" you're now fully aware of where the conversation is going, and you would do anything to not be talking about it.

He seems to notice your hesitance in answering the question, and instead of pushing it, he lets out a small sigh and closes his eyes again.

You're left to question exactly what he knows and how he could have found out before you hear him mutter one more thing.

"You shouldn't have to hide who you are; scars tell you what you went through and how you overcame it, it's nothing you should be ashamed of." With those words, he falls back asleep like nothing happened, and you're left to wonder how he found out and how long he's known, but you know he does have a point and as he brings you closer to him in his sleep, you think maybe you don't have to hide anymore. All thanks to the sleepy lion lying next to you.

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐

You don't necessarily like big events, but you figured it was only to support Azul, so you let yourself be a part of it. That eventually turns out to be your worst mistake.

The guest list for the event includes everyone Azul could possibly get ahold of. It's obvious there's an elaborate business plan in place, but you don't know the exact details, so you decide to keep to yourself mostly.

It's not until you hear certain voices behind you that your body tenses up and goes rigid. No, it can't be. You slowly move to the other side of the table to get a better look.

One glance at the people and tears start forming in your eyes. You quickly get as far away as possible and eventually find the bathroom, tears clouding your vision.

You look in the mirror, and all your worst insecurities start floating to the surface, making more tears roll down your cheeks. You roll up your sleeves, still staring into the mirror, and can clearly see the deep scars on your arms, even with blurry eyes.

Through the whole ordeal, you don't hear the door being knocked on and the soft voice on the other side. All you can do is stare into the mirror, flashbacks coming back so violently that you would have fallen to the floor if not for the arms you feel around you.

A familiar scent overwhelms you, and you immediately know who it is, but you still don't have the strength to stop crying. You feel yourself slowly brought to the ground, sitting on Azul's lap with his arms around you, practically crushing yourself to his chest.

You don't know how long you stay there on the bathroom floor, but eventually, the warmth of Azul's body and the hands rubbing your back help you calm down. He doesn't force you to say anything, just keeps cradling you, but your voice starts talking before your brain can tell you not to.

You haven't told this to anyone before, but the way he's holding you makes you feel the safest, and you tell him everything. You tell him about how the people you saw at the event used to make fun of how you looked and gave you the deepest insecurities about yourself, which led to the scars covering your arms.

Azul's grip on you tightens at some parts of the story, but then immediately loosens as his hands start to move over the scars on your arms, gently going over them with his thumb.

You don't know how long you stay like that until your mind wanders to the event still going on, and you quickly sit up, accidentally scaring Azul out of the state he was in.

"The event—" You begin to speak, but Azul quickly shakes his head and shushes you.

"Don't worry about it, the event's completely fine. I was more worried about you." You eventually return to the event, Azul not leaving your side once, and you don't see the people that caused your bathroom meltdown… or either of the Leeches for that matter.

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒕

You didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. One moment you're sweating your ass off in gym, and then the next thing you know you're in a cool bed, with a concerned Vil hovering over you.

"What happened?" You attempt to sit up when you're hit with a wave of dizziness and are led back to lay down by Vil's hands.

"Don't move, you passed out on the field from heat exhaustion." You visibly see how distraught he is, and can't help but feel guilty by putting him in this position.

You feel yourself shiver slightly from the temperature of the room, and move to put your hands over your arms for some kind of heat. It's when you feel the smoothness of skin instead of the fabric of a shirt that you realize you're not wearing the sweater you usually wore.

You try your best to inconspicuously move your arms under the blanket, but you see the way Vil barely glances down at your arms, and tries his best to try to seem interested in something on the wall in front of him.

It's when he makes eye contact with you that you know. You break the eye contact, staring down at the sheets under you, not wanting to face him. You can't even begin to wonder what he would think about the darkest years of your life, forever a reminder and etched onto your body.

You don't notice the tears running down your cheeks until you feel Vil gently wiping them off your face.

"Please don't cry, pretty." Your heart clenches at the pet name, like it has many times before when he'd use it. The gentle tone in his voice makes more involuntary tears fall and no matter how hard you try, they won't stop.

He shushes you as he climbs into the bed next to you, bringing your body closer to him. The heat of his body starts to calm you, and you get as close to him as you could possibly get, not wanting to let go.

When he doesn't leave your side for the remainder of the day, and gets everything you need and want, you know you found your happy place and you never want to leave.

𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂

You don't notice how late it's gotten until you hear rustling next to you, and a familiar figure takes a seat next to you. You didn't mean to stay out here this long, you got too lost in the feeling of the wind across your skin.

You know that Malleus is always here, so it makes sense that he would eventually show up, but you were planning on leaving before he got here. You don't think you can handle him seeing the scars that shown all up your forearms.

You start to stand, muttering something about not wanting to bother him when his arm shoots up to stop you, grabbing your wrist. The grip he holds is so gentle, not even using enough force to harm a butterfly, yet you still find yourself flinching away from his grasp.

He's visibly startled from your reaction as his arm shoots backwards away from you. It breaks you to see his reaction as he moved even further away from you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He starts apologizing, but you stop him before he can get any further.

"Please don't apologize, it's not your fault, it's entirely mine." You see Malleus' expression go from worry to confusion as he listens to you.

His gaze falls onto your arm, and you quickly cross your arms over your chest, wincing slightly at the dull burn you feel. Before you know it he's back in front of you, worry back on his expression.

"You're hurt." You can't stop him from carefully grabbing your arm and turning it around to look at it. "Who hurt you?" You want to cry from the innocence of the question, and can't stop the tears from actually falling.

You end up telling him everything and how you've been feeling like you're just bothering everyone with your problems. He listens intently to you, his thumb rubbing over your hand as he holds your wrist.

"Mortal lives are already so short as they are, please don't make yours any shorter, love." He brings one of his hands up to tilt your chin to face him. "Tell me if you're ever feeling like this, alright?" You nod with watery eyes as he brings you into his chest, engulfing you with his scent and warmth.

buy me a coffee ♡

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poppyflower-22 · 1 day

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His Girl.

Part 1

Summary: Lando loves his rich, girl boss, girl. Though he doesn't really know what she really does underneath. Until he does.

In which Lando finds out his girlfriend is not who she said she was.

Side note: I'm using names for reader, and spelling and grammar errors. I've had this in my head for a while and while I write on Wattpad normally, I'm taking a brake because of some nasty things said to me about my writing.

2020

Lando was on another high from another podium that weekend in Australia. He was at the bar ordering another drink, when he looked across the bar, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

She was wearing a short black dress. Her makeup and hair were just right, and she was wearing a silver chain necklace. She was sipping a Vodka Cruiser. Not a care in the world.

He thanks the bartender and makes his way over to her. He sat down bedside her. She didn't even give him a glance.

"Not interested." She spoke. And God Lando fell in love her voice. It was British. But her voice was so soft.

Lando clocked an eyebrow, "I didn't even say anything." He chuckled.

She sighed and turned to look at him. "You were going to hit on me and hoped I would end up in your bed by the end of the night. No?" She bluntly spoke with her eye raised.

Lando just stared at her in aww. Because maybe that was the case but not now. He could tell she was interesting person already. There was a spark in her eyes, of mystery and fun. She interested him very much. "Okay maybe your right." He smirked at her. "But how about I just buy you another drink?" He asked.

She wouldn't say it out loud, but he was handsome. "Fine." She sighed and Lando flagged down the bartender. The bartender gave her a nod as he left to get her drink.

"So, what's your name, love?" He asked turning his seat to face her.

She copied him. He was interesting. Mostly when she said no, the guy would walk away or start being aggressive. But not him. "Bonnie." She smiled.

"No last name?" He asked with a curious look. He watched as she brushed her black hair out her face and smiled at him.

"Salvatore." She reposed with a small smile. "Yours mystery man?" She asked taking a sip of her drink.

"Lando. Lando Norris." He spoke. He watched as she studied him.

"The formal one race driver?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Lando nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Did you watch the race?" he couldn't but ask.

Bonnie shook her head, "Oh no, my father loved F1." She smiled. She loved her father and talking about wasn't a sad thing. Despite the life they lived.

"Oh sorry."

"No, it's okay. It was a long time ago." She reassured him with a hand on his hand. "But he was a Ferrari fan." She teased knowing he is a McLaren driver.

"Oh." He teased placing his hand on his heart. "Not Ferrari." They both laughed. Bonnie's hand was till on his and Lando started cresting without knowing. "Who's your favorite team?" He couldn't help but ask.

Bonnie smirked, "Red Bull." She told and watched with a beaming smile as he fakes a hurt look.

"Now that hurts. Right here." He spoke in fake sadness as he pointed to his heart. They both giggled with each other. "I'll get you to change your team at the end of the night." He boldly told her.

Bonnie shook her head with a smile. "Tell me something about you. No race talk. I can tell you don't want to talk about it." She said to him.

Lando chuckled, that was right he didn't want to talk about his driving right now. He wanted to know this girl right in front of him.

"I hate sea food." He told her and couldn't help but wrinklie his noes up at the thought of it.

Bonnie chuckled. She liked it. Not her favorite but she could have in curtain things. "Really. Why?" She rested her elbow on the bar and her chin rested in her hand to look at him.

Lando shook his head, "Just don't. Don't like the texture." He explained. "Do you?"

She hummed. "I can have it in curtain things, But not all the time." She told him and took a sip of her drink.

"Tell me something about yourself." Lando spoke as he watched her.

"I can speak Five languages." She smirked and watched his eyes widen.

"Wow. What are they?'

"Dunch, French, Russian, Latin and Japanese." She smiled

Lando leaned back in aww. "Wow I can't even learn a new language. Never mind five." He spoke impressed. She kept getting better to him.

She was everything he ever wanted in a girl. And not in a cocky way. in a more, he has found the one for him way. She was witty and he could just tell that she would be fun to have around.

Bonnie shrugged, "I was a homeschooled kid. My father was traveling everywhere, and I guess I just picked it up." She told him.

"You might need to come with me to my racers, you can be my spokesperson." He teased. Bonnie chuckled.

"Let's not get ahead of our self-Mr. Norris." She teased with a smirk. Their hands were still together.

Lando giggled with her. He watched in aww as she giggled. "Your very beautiful." He couldn't help but blurt out.

Bonnie blushed. She never blushed. She looked down and when she looked up Lando was smiling at her. Not smirking at her, like he was happy with his comment. No, he smiles like he was admiring her and her beauty.

And he was.

"You're not bad." She shot back with a smile. And it widened as she saw him blush.

They both sat there with blushing cheeks. That night they talked all night. They had found themselves at ease with each other. It was easy to just talk and not be judged.

Bonnie couldn't help but be attracted to him. And not just by his looks but by how he talked about his family. His hobbies and generally. He was the life of the party but deep inside there was a whole different side to him.

Lando was in love by the end of the night. He had found she was a businesswoman, running her own company and traveled for work. He had found her easy to talk to. He had found she had a poodle dog and loved him more than anything.

That night they had formed a connection that would make and break them. For better and for worse.

But no matter the outcome maybe love can overcome it all. After all, if you love someone you love all of them or not at all.

This is going to be a short series. You can request other things as well.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris smau #lando norris #lando norris fluff #dark lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris smut #formula one imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x fem!driver #f1 x oc #oc x character

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weird-an · 15 hours

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holy fuck i need more jim adopting billy fluff gdkdbdksbdksbkdbdks its so good and healing 😭

Billy Hargrove is the new bad boy in town - speeding, drunk driving, getting into fights, he has done it all.

Or so, Jim thought, but now he'd been called to the supermarket, because now the kid is also a thief.

He has braced himself for a smug little shit, trying to get away with whatever fancy stuff he can grab. But he comes face to face with a silent Billy, chewing on his bloody lip.

"What is it?" Jim sighs, waiting to the shop's manager, to start his rant, because the guy looks like he's got a whole speech prepared.

"He stole toast!" A crushed plastic bag gets waved in Jim's face. "He's also the one that always hangs out in the parking lot, even at night. And just look at him, with his hair and all - he's not right."

Billy's fingers twitch, but he doesn't say anything.

Jim stares at the bread crumbs in the plastic wrapping. It's the cheapest brand. Something doesn't sit right with him.

Billy stays silent, but he meets Jim's eyes. He seems tired. Like he hasn't been sleeping much.

He knows the type. Angry kids with nowhere to go. They deserve a chance. He knows, because he's lives with El and he loves how she learns to love the world, even though she had mostly lived through bitterness and pain.

"How much?" Jim asks, before he thinks too hard about it. "For the toast?"

"You should arrest him," the guy barks.

"You should shut up," Jim tells him and gives him a few dollar bills. It's too much, but he wants to fucking leave.

"C'mon, Hargrove," he says, grabbing the toast.

Billy follows him, shoulders tense and eyes wide. Jim leads him to the station wagon.

"Get in."

"Another night in the drunk tank, Chief?" Billy drawls, but his voice is unsure. He seems to consider his options, but gets in.

Jim shakes his head. "No, your sentence is overcooked macaroni and a shitty couch."

Billy squints at him.

"How many nights have you slept in your car?" Jim asks.

"I'm not a charity project," Billy snaps - which probably means more than one night.

"No, you're an asshole," Jim says. "But you're a kid and you deserve a place to go to."

"I don't want to go anywhere." Billy stares out of the window.

"That's not true." Jim turns on the engine. "You just don't wanna be here."

He's been there. It's awful, the feeling, like getting lost in a maze and not finding the exit.

Silence stretches between them.

"I wanna go home," Billy mumbles. Jim knows he doesn't mean Cherry Lane.

"Maybe I can help you with that," Jim offers carefully.

"Why would you?" Billy asks, each word dripping disbelief.

"Because you give me way too much work and I'm a lazy fuck." It's a little true. Billy doesn't seem to believe in chances, but Jim will take his.

Billy groans. "I hate this town. Who overcooks macaroni?"

"Careful, kiddo." Jim hopes he can help Billy find a way home.

#me too anon!!#billy hargrove #jim hopper #billy hargrove ficlet #billy hargrove & jim hopper

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hello hello, I stumbled across your writing and wanted to say how much I enjoyed “Blood In The Water” I was curious about how reader struck that deal with all the mer-creatures in the first place?! did they try to eat reader too? or did one/many have an attachment or attraction since reader grew up around that place? the whistling was soooo cool, like they were dogs trained to a command! does that mean they had struggles with communication at first? do the mer-peeps understand language or just body language? I’m full of questions 😂❤️ it was just so enthralling and love a good morally grey character! is reader struggling to make ends meet and that’s why they do this? or is it more of ‘it’s either me or them’ type scenario? OR reader is just like this is the easiest way to get money?! 👀 oml lemme stop here this is getting quite long— LOVE UR STUFF 😚

I'M SO GLAD IT INTERESTED YOU SO MUCH (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I like to keep things up to interpretation cus I think it's more fun BUT I can answer a few of those.

- They definitely struggled at first lol. The merfolk can't speak human language and don't understand it. Humans can't speak mer-language either because it's mostly high pitched clicks and chitters. Reader figures out that the closest they can get to making sounds the merfolk understand is by whistling because it's loud and high pitched enough that they can hear it easily even through the water.

- They do share a lot of body language and mannerisms with humans (like kissing👀) so that made things easier.

- The merfolk do recognise Reader as a local and that made them more trustworthy. (Later on they marked the bottom of Readers boat so they know it's them🥺)

I wrote a little drabble to answer the "How did this happen?" question.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

You sigh as you row your way out of the canal and into the open waters.

Your new patron lounges in his seat on the opposite side of the gondola, staring up at the clear blue sky. You preferred doing business at night when it's quiet, few braved these waters at night. Alas dwindling funds force you to suffer the business of the day. There's just too much comotion in the daytime, too many tourists.

Its been like this since the first rich fool "discovered" that your relatively small and unimpressive lake town actually boasts some magnificent and horrific monsters in the depths of the decievingly calm waters surrounding it. Now flocks of fools come to "test their bravery" by crossing the dangerous waters.

Conservationists and locals convinced them that hunting down the monsters in the lake would lead to environmental catastrophe and the snobs decided that it would be a better investment as a tourist attraction.

"Don't you get bored of this?"

Your patron slices the silence in half. You blink out of your thoughts, releasing the iron grip you had on your oar.

"I could give you a different job."

The well dressed man's tone is almost convincingly sympathetic. You keep your gaze locked onto the familiar waters ahead of you...until you hear the distinct sound of coins being jostled against one another. That changes things.

You hesitantly turn to where the stranger sits comfortably, grinning with pride.

"I thought so, it's always the same with you locals."

The tourist opens his money bag and takes out one gold coin. At least enough for a small meal.

"What would you do for it?"

He plays with the coin in his fingers before tossing it out of the boat and into the water. The carelessness with which he tosses his gold makes your blood run hot. Through the thick permanent fog that hangs over the waters, you can just barely see the gold coin as it sinks into the abyss and your stomach growls pitifully.

He holds out the pouch over the side of the boat, dangling it over the water.

"Would you dive for it?"

The sick thing is that you actually consider it. You stare intensely at the stupid pouch that could keep you going for a good while.

The man suddenly drops the pouch and you jump forward to catch it but he yanks it back up by the drawstring before it can touch the surface of the water. He laughs at his cruel humour and your blood reaches it's boiling point.

You don't know why it was that patron in particular that made you snap or why that bad day in particular made you finally put the knife skills your father taught you to good use.

But before either of you know it his laughter turns to bloody choking. You scramble off of him, panic clear on your face. He reaches for the knife in his neck but it's useless. His body sags over the edge of the boat and his blood mixes with the water. You watch with wide eyes as he takes his last struggled breaths.

It's silent for a while before you take your eyes off of the man Infront of you to look down at your red stained hands. You look around as if anyone could've seen your crime through the fog anyway.

After a while of just staring blankly at the still body Infront of you, you try to compose yourself and lift him off the side of the gondola. You manage to tip him over and watch his body sink down.

You stare at the corpse fading deeper into the water. Just as you ready yourself to leave the scene something rocks the gondola slightly and you fall on your ass, gripping the side of the boat.

You feel a breath on the side of your cheek and jump when you look over and see two big pitch black eyes staring at you from over the side of the boat. Your skin turns to ice, unable to move.

You hear chittering from the other side and jump again as another one peers over the furnished wood of the boat. The first one takes your frozen hand in their cold clawed hand and inspects the drying blood covering it.

They stick their tongue out and slowly lick all the way up your shaking hand, licking away at the blood as if cleansing you of your sin. The other makes a clicking sound that sounds oddly like laughter.

Once all the blood on your hand has been licked off, the creature looks up at you for a moment before disappearing below the surface once more. The other one doesn't look like it wants to go but a few clicks from the water convince it to slowly lower back into the depths.

You lean over the side of the gondola trying to get a better look at the creature before it leaves. You deflate when you don't see so much as a ripple in the water.

Suddenly, just as you were sure they weren't coming back, the same one from moments ago bursts from the water. In a second it cups your cheek and kisses you. It's hard and deep, more passionate than you'd ever had before. The creature releases you and this time before it leaves it gives a little wave with its strange webbed hand. You wave back, a little dazed, as the monster dives back into the water.

You have to sit there for a good while staring at the pouch of coin the tourist left behind and then back to the murky waters, touching your lips while contemplating what the hell just happened.

#monster x human #monster x reader #monster lover #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monsterfucker #nsft fantasy #merman #merfolk x reader #merfolk #teratophillia #terato

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mayajadewrites · 3 days

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could've been you: aizawa x fem!reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold. not many descriptions of reader, other than she's midsize.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

this is a super smutty chapter and i'm not sorry

Your fingers grazed the petals of the roses that Keigo got you. You placed the vase in the middle of your dining table and they were undoubtably the center of attention.

Keigo is a rose. Stunning, adored by most people, and gives whoever receives them an immense sense of adornment.

Shouta is an Azalea. Specifically purple Azaleas. They need more shade in order to flourish, but they are absolute stunning once in full bloom. Azaleas also never receive a quarter of the love and recognition that roses do.

You pour yourself a glass of white wine after your first day as a teacher at UA. You're now in a cream colored lounge set consisting of pants that hug your curves and a tank to.

As you swirl your glass you glance at your phone. You're not sure why you're hoping to see Aizawa's name - he doesn't have your number and you refused to give it to him.

Keigo's name flashed on the screen. You slid the arrow to the right to answer the FaceTime call.

"Hi." You smile as you answer the phone. Keigo is in the air, you can tell by his dark red wings moving through the air.

"Tell me all about your first day!" He smiled into his phone. His yellow goggles moved with his cheeks.

"You're too cute. Well, it was good! Then I got a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from a man that just so happens to fly."

"He sounds like a keeper." Keigo flashed his teeth. Your heart rate increased when he said that. You didn't know if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You didn't know if you wanted a boyfriend period.

Did you want to have this conversation now?

No.

So you don't.

"How's patrol going?" You changed the subject. Keigo's lips slightly lowered as his smile faded. Not too much, but noticable enough.

"It's going pretty well. League of Villains seem to be in hiding. Which worries me."

"Well at least it's quiet for now." You sigh thinking about Shigaraki. How much pain he was feeling, that in turn you had to feel but only temporarily.

"Please get home safe, Kei." You pressed your chin into your palm as you leaned on the counter. Keigo smiled at the screen - his honey coated eyes shining under the moonlight.

"I miss you." Keigo said softly.

"I miss you too. Come over on Friday and you can sleepover since it's not a school night." This makes Keigo smile form ear to ear.

"It's a date." He takes flight and you notice the screen moving slightly.

"Keigo please hang up if you're gonna fly while on FaceTime, I feel like I'm gonna be sick." You giggle.

"Sorry, I fly when I get excited." He stops moving, presumably leanding on the ground. "Have a good night baby bird."

"You too Kei. Be safe, please." You press the red button on your screen to hang up, leaving your phone on the counter.

One glass of wine turns into two. Two turns into three.

Three turns into knocking on Shouta's door.

Your body felt fuzzy. You could control your actions (mostly) but you felt more... free.

So why wouldn't you knock on Shouta's door at 11 PM?

You pressed your knuckles to the door and knocked semi-quietly.

"Eraserrrrrr." You sing as you plant your hands on your hips.

You hear footsteps and then suddenly the door is open.

Shouta is standing in front of you wearing a black t-shirt, sweatpants and slippers.

"Why are you knocking on my door at 11 PM? No boyfriend tonight?"

"I don't have a boyfriend silly." You look past his shoulder into his room. "I've never seen your room so I wanted to see it!"

"At 11 o'clock at night?"

"Yes. Why do you keep mentioning the time?"

Aizawa stared at you for a few moments, analyzing your face. "You're drunk?"

"I've had 1... 2... 3 glasses of wine!" You held up three fingers in front of his face.

Aizawa grabbed the hand you were holding up and pulled you into his room.

It's spotless, but very dark. He has one light in the corner that's on next to a comfy looking chair and a book. His kitchen is the same as yours, just decorated different.

"You're so clean." You press a finger to his counter.

"Did you think I would be dirty?"

You shook your head and plopped on his couch. "No. I don't know what I was expecting." You shrug your shoulders. Shouta sat next to you and placed a glass of water on his coffee table.

Your eyes wandered to his chest, his muscles filling out his shirt perfectly. His biceps peeked out of the sleeves, something you didn't know turned you on.

But the wetness in between your legs would say different.

His hair was in the low ponytail that it was this morning that made you cross your legs. You must've looked like you were squirming.

"Are you okay?" Aizawa leaned back on the couch and extended his arm behind you. You bit your bottom lip at his movements, unable to hold it in any longer.

"I want you to touch me." You blurt out. Aizawa stared at you through his lidded eyes.

After a few silent moments, he spoke.

"Show me where." He moved his body closer to you, your hips touching. You grab his large, heavy hand and bring it to your body.

"Here." You pressed his index and middle finger to your lips. "Here." You moved his hand to your chest, goosebumps growing along the skin of your tits. "Here." You slowly brought his hand to your aching, wet core. His fingers grazed your clothed heat gently, causing a moan to escape your lips.

"I haven't even truly touched you and I have you moaning already. How long have you been thinking about this?" Shouta's body covered yours as he brought the hand that you were using to show him where you wanted to be touched, to your cheek. His other arm is still laying behind you on the couch.

"I've thought about it a lot."

Why were you admitting this.

You could smell the mint of his toothpaste as he leaned in to rub his nose on yours, something you take note of. He did this before. He loves to kiss with his nose first. It's cute.

"Have you thought about it?" You tilt your head to the side and wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers drag through his hair.

"Only every day. Hourly, probably." He whispered and kissed your lips slowly. You take no time to deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue in.

You're needy and he knows it. You felt his lips form into a smirk as he slid his tongue into your mouth, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip tightly.

You drag one of your hands down his chest to his lap where you feel his erection pressing against his sweatpants. You smile into the kiss with satisfaction, knowing you caused Shouta Aizawa to get hard.

"You're not touching that tonight." He whispers and moves your hand to his chest as he brings his mouth to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bites. In your drunk state, you're not thinking about the bruises he will leave behind.

"Why nottttttt." You whine as he bites down on your skin, rougher this time.

"I want you to be sober when you see it. So you remember." His words are hot against your skin as his large hand grazes your clothed core. You whimper with need, knowing your panties are soaked at this point just from kissing him.

"I need something, Shouta." You throw your head back when you feel his tongue drag along your neck to your chest, leaving bites along the front of both of your tits. He looked up at you for approval to take your shirt off, to which you nodded.

Your touches are turning desperate. You're about to come and he has barely touched you. You feverishly pulled him into you, dragging your fingernails along his back.

Aizawa pulled your shirt down, your tits bouncing out of them. He needs two hands for these, maybe three, but he's not complaining.

He left hot kisses along your right breast before he took your sensitive nub in his mouth, sucking and biting as he kneaded your other breast. Your cheeks were red from arousal as he kissed down your soft stomach to the top of your pants. He kissed your cloth core with a smirk on his face.

"You are such an ass." You squirm as he moves to his knees on the floor. Your thick thighs encase his head as he uses one hand to spread your legs apart, pulling your pants down to your ankles.

Aizawa sees your black laced panties and runs his fingers over the fabric. "These are pretty. Too bad they're about to be ruined." He pulled the side of your panties and watched them break with ease.

The sound of your panties breaking sobered you up just a little.

"Hey! These were my favorites." You whined as you looked down at him. He looked like an angel between your legs, his tired eyes gazing up at you as he planted one of his hands on your thigh.

"I'll buy you more." He mumbled as his nose grazed your entrance. You moaned quietly as you felt his tongue slide past your folds. His other hand kneaded your breast with his calloused fingertips.

Aizawa dragged his tongue down your slit, letting all of your juices fill his tastebuds. You place your hand on top of his head as he devours you.

This man is starved.

He turns his attention to your clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. Your breath hitches as his lips attach to your clit, while he inserts two of his long, thick digits into your aching pussy.

"Shouta," You moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

"You taste so good, baby." He mumbles as he laps up your juices. You watch his lidded eyes find yours as he continues to destroy your pussy with his tongue. His stubble tickled your thighs as he buried himself into you using his tongue.

You feel the knot in your stomach about to break as you buck your hips into his face. "Shouta, fuck, I'm about to come."

"Not yet." His words vibrate against your body.

"The fuck you mean not yet? I can't control-" His thrusts his fingers into you, curling them once they're burried in your pussy. "Aizawa, please." You whine.

He ignored you, his mouth sucking on your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. "I know you can do it, Princess. Don't come until I say so."

You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter as you heard the squelches of his tongue against your clit. Your hand gripped his raven hair, pulling it gently as pleasure ripped through your body. You bit down on your bottom lip, hoping it was enough to stop you from coming.

"See you are a good listener." He smirked against your pussy. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want to come. Shouta, I want to come." You moaned as your toes curled. You were so close. "Please."

"Go." Was all Aizawa said before you had the most mind blowing, body changing, rippling orgasm. The knot in your stomach finally broke. You were seeing every color in the rainbow. This was euphoria.

Aizawa lapped up your juices as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. He sucked on your sensitive, overstimulated clit, sure to drink up all you had.

His hands gripped your thick, plush thighs as you he took his last slurp of your sex. His nails dug into your skin when he finally removed himself from your pussy, his face lathered in your arousal.

He wasted no time bringing his lips to yours.

"Taste yourself." He mumbled against your mouth as he slid his tongue inside of yours. "I could live between your legs and never get hungry."

Your mouth was greedy with his kisses, drunk off of not only wine but also his mouth.

Reluctantly, Aizawa pulls away from you slowly. His cheeks are a shade of red that matches his bloodshot eyes. You whimper at the loss of his touch, knowing that this was ending.

"Goodnight Princess." He kissed your forehead gently before standing up. You sat on his couch for a moment, your pussy devoured to the bone, your body bruised from love bites, and your mind was a mess.

"Night." You pull your top and pants up, and you leave.

Without another word.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #mha hawks #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa smut #shouta aizawa #aizawa fanfiction #aizawa mha

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momotorin · 1 day

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ms. monte carlo

f1 driver! momo x f1 driver! fem reader au although there's not much racing in this chapter

fluff (?), smut

after belgium, there was a huge chunk of days out of racing. still, you had to do some work, improving the car with your team every once in a while, checking on the simulations, or even in the actual car with new modifications that would surely help you win.

momo does the same in their factory in seoul, although she'd argue that their time has been mostly free. (which she wasn't lying about.)

over the phone, when you're bored with testing, she calls to say that she's cooking her favorite cup noodles, or watching a football game, or watching the new k-drama jeon jeongseo starred in, making you a little bit jealous of just how much free time she had.

then, a week later, one of the guys on the grid, the monegasque driver, charles, initiated a yacht party for single drivers like a bachelors and bachelorette’s night in monte carlo, one you won't trade the world for.

it was just such a pretty sight, a pretty place to be in— the coastal end and the opulent comfort of it was a feeling to hold on to.

“when are you flying?” you asked over the phone, closing the door to your car and starting it, going home after a long day in the factory.

“not sure if it's tomorrow or friday,” she sighs, heavy over the phone. “why? when are you flying out?”

“tomorrow,” you laughed. “i'm just worried that i'm there too early.”

“oh well,” she teases, saying the words in a sing-song tune. “i think you're worried about something else.”

“like what?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.

momo, on the other side of the line, was about to say something along the lines of ‘nothing, like you worry about just how much you've been missing me,’ but she dismisses the thought and says, “no, nothing.”

“alright,” you chuckled at her. “i've got to go now, goodnight, hirai!”

“goodnight to you too, y/n,” she smiles on her own. “and careful when you drive!”

“yes, got it,” you say, smiling to yourself as well. “bye.”

she drops the call knowing that you were driving, and you continue smiling to yourself like a giddy child until you reach home.

before sleeping, you scrolled a couple of times on your social media accounts, until stumbling on twitter, purposefully hiding yourself from your burner account to see the latest news from the paddock, although you knew some from the word of mouth.

“hmm,” you hummed and tapped on the article. “what do they mean by th- oh.” as you kept scrolling, you found out that people have been speculating about you and momo, after that photo of you both at the karting circuit. it wasn't the one that mick sent you, but the one he willingly posted in social media for the account of the circuit, which you both agreed on. “but why? don't friends do that too?”

you just sighed. you're getting to know momo really well and you just don't want to make anything awkward with her. you cross your fingers in hopes that she doesn't see this article, but then a message pops up, one from momo, joking.

momo: they had a field day with this one

momo: is the next article gonna tell us taking turns in giving each other grand prix wins?

you pouted, knowing that she was joking. you don't even know why you had a little pang of disappointment when she didn't tease you further in the way you wanted.

momo wondered why you were taking time to reply. not that it was so common for her to receive a new text every time you chat, it was just that she knows you've read it already.

momo: i bet the next article is that we've been dating for years now

you laughed at your screen and almost spilled your warmed milk. (yes, it helps you sleep so what if you drink warm milk.)

y/n: that would personally give me a concussion even with just a thought

y/n: your social media managers would be sooooooo mad since they've been trying to set you up with that miu miu model ever since

momo pouts at the realization. you two have always been formed as this sort of rivals; always hot headed, never friends, worse than enemies.

momo: and your managers would have a bad time too

momo: like they've been trying to get you to everywhere to get at least a good girlfriend

you sighed. she was correct. you've been invited to different sports events, modelled for brands, and many more just to make connections. it's a reality you two couldn't help but face.

y/n: what if you get me one?

y/n: you have waaaay more friends in monte carlo than i do

momo: i'm not the one throwing the party, dumbass

y/n: yeah but i know you have a whole roster there

y/n: remember that one article when they said that you took a girl after a party with her friends

momo: oh shut up like you don't do that too.

y/n: yes, but in more discreet places

momo: you're a freeeeak!

y/n: can't blame me for having a little craving. racing is so damn stressful.

momo: well, true

y/n: but i’ll actually get going now because i'm sleepy…

momo: okay whatever

momo: i'm sleeping too

you laughed as you closed your phone, and looked forward to tomorrow.

you heard three long honks, the shrill, deep and loud sound of each scrutinizing beep reaching your deep sleeping ears.

“jesus christ,” you whine, rubbing your eyes in annoyance, ridding the sleepy dust around it. you then hear your doorbell, and you run to your door fastly, “coming!”

you opened the door to see your teammate, all prepped up and proper. “our flight is at 10 am.” she reminds and laughs at your still ‘i-woke-up-like-this’ appearance. “wanna fly out looking like that?”

“no,” you rubbed your arms, feeling a little chill from the outside air. hyunnie heads inside with you, “i thought you weren't coming?” you asked.

“i'm not going to the party, dumbass,” hyunnie mentions. “it's for bachelorettes, and you should be glad i'm taken.”

“or you'll scare the bitches off, yeah,” you joked. “anyways, how about sana?”

“she's going to be my date, why?” hyunnie retaliated as she chuckled, sitting down on your sofa. “anyways, get dressed and fixed now. we're gonna run late.”

you whine once more. “what time is it?”

“8:40.” hyunnie says.

“oh, fuck,” you hurried your steps to your room, closing the door, immediately ridding of your sleep clothes to take a bath. “you should've woken me up sooner!” you shout from your bathroom.

“i've been honking the fuck out of my r34, stupid!”

you arrived at 10 am, on the dot. you look at your watch and the private jet is stopping right in front of you and your teammate, parking nicely in a little spot to open the stairs.you grunt as you take the steps up, quite chilly with the wind hitting your bare face.

“alright,” you sigh as you load your luggage in the little cabin just above you. your phone rings, f1 radio style, and hyunnie lets out a little snort at your notification sound. “hey,” you pouted as you sat on your designated, taking out your phone. “oh, well.”

momo: look outside

you pulled up the window pane of your seat, seeing a familiar red, italian sports car stopping just right beside your teammate's gorgeous r34. “what the hel-”

“i mean, she's the only one coming.” hyunnie says in defence. “plus, we're trying to cut carbon emissions. jihyo didn't fly out because she's got to deal with car developments." she smiles, tight lipped, covering her eyes to sleep.

“okay,” you then sat down as you stared at momo, who was making way to the plane. you see that there was a vacant seat right in front of you, “and she's taking lewis's premium heated and massager seat?”

“if you want it that bad,” hyunnie takes her eye covers off for a second and looks you straight in the eyes, like it's gonna burn you. “just get the damn package, get your seat upholstered with what lewis had.”

you laugh at your friend's antics, “why are you so snappy today?”

momo grunts as she gets inside the plane, her luggage getting rolled by the pilots to a small cabin behind the cockpit.

“because sana's got problems, and that includes a man getting linked to her.” momo says as she takes the seat in front of you, immediately turning on the massage feature, she groans in pleasure, “holy shit,” she chuckles, her eyes closed and her body is literally melting on the seat. “this is so damn good. you guys don't even have championships, how the hell do you afford these?”

“lewis does,” you corrected, and your breath almost hitches. your palms were getting clammy, and you don't know why your heart was beating so loud in your chest as you stared at her getting the massage done in utter pleasure. you gulp, keeping yourself together. “he had eight.” you sighed.

you took a minute to gather your thoughts as you closed the window beside you. momo was still having that expression just in front of you, but her eyes were staring down at you. you look down to check on yourself, if there was anything wrong, and unconsciously touch your face.

“well,” momo snickered, observing the bag on your lap. “got any snacks too, y/n?”

you laughed. she was definitely looking at the unhealthy bag of snacks you brought in after your little convenience store run before being late. “it's mine, yes,” you said, holding the bag of snacks close to you. “and i’m not sharing. i haven't had breakfast, and i’m going to eat the plastic out of this plane, if you don't want that happening, you better s-”

“you're still yapping,” momo draws out as she increases the function on her massage chair. “you know what, maybe you need some champagne, or a really strong drink— just to wash some of that morning sassiness.”

“momo,” you sigh and take out your favourite snack out of the bag, opening the delicate plastic of it and the scent of it fills the air. “this is my breakfast.” you pointed at the snack, open and filling the air with it's honey butter scent. “please don't even try to get some, or get alcohol running in my system. that's unhealthy and gonna kill you."

“don't worry, i had my breakfast, so i can have a drink," momo still grunts in pleasure, trying out the vibration massage on the calves of the chair. “this is phenomenal. i could sit here forever.”

“oh yeah?" you chuckled and took a bite of your chips, trying to mask the obvious tense that you feel in your gut. “anyways, if you need anything else, you can help yourself,” you grunt as you stood up, getting up to get some water from the little refrigerator just behind you. “there's a bunch of snacks there, and drinks,” you smiled. “don't expect that we have your little italian cookies and swiss chocolate because the team's very much japanese and not as rich as any other team.”

momo sighs. “ugh, alright” she said, turning off the massage function, finally. you calm down as she stands up, getting a bottle of water as she watches you gobble up the bag of goodies in your hand. “do you like flying out, y/n?” momo then suddenly asks as she sat down once more.

“hm,” you hummed, deep in thought. “i mean, it's not the most productive time,” you explained. “but it's nice. i get to rest, get a little bored, then bam, before i land i’m yapping to my race engineer about my ideal race strategies.”

“you,” momo laughs deeply, one you've heard rarely. “you're a nerd.”

“yeah!” you smiled at her, acknowledging the name, and the adjective. “if i wasn't, i wouldn't be a world champion contender. we're pretty close, you know? imagine losing to a nerd.”

“i did,” momo sighed as she closed her eyes. “karting, formula 2, formula 3, hell, even in the sim racing competition. i know the feeling.”

“okay,” you laughed loudly. “get used to it, hm?”

“hell no.” momo scoffed, fully succumbing to the warmth of sleep.

hours in flight pass quickly, and hyunnie, a few centimetres away from you, giggles like a highschooler on her phone.

“must be fun,” you teased, singing your words in a funny tune. “sana?”

hyunnie just nodded and continued typing, “of course, who else would it be?”

“dunno?” you played, remembering your teammate's amazing roster. “ms. worldwide probably has someone else waiting on her dm.”

“oh yeah, sana too,” your teammate nonchalantly rebutted. “we're quits; that part was our past and we're quitting that practice of ours.”

hyunnie then looks up from her phone to look at your eyes sincerely, “what about you? ever miss ms. monte carlo?”

“oh shut up,” you nervously laughed. “how could i not forget?”

“you literally forgot her name and how she looked, stupid,” your teammate teased. “all you had left was her ring.”

“right.” you fiddle with the ring on your right index finger, the cool, silver metal sticking to your skin so well that you don't even wanna let it go. “i hope she knows i still kept it.”

“jesus christ, you're hopeless,” hyunnie laughs at your ideal. “got any leads?”

“none. zero. nada,” you put your hand on your forehead, disappointed at the situation you're in right now. “but still. she's just around and we won't even know it anymore.” you sighed. “was i so damn drunk that i can't even remember her face?”

momo shifts in her recliner at the little chatter that got into her ears as she slept. she smiles, knowing that she remembers a night, leaving in the morning after having fun, putting her tiffany and co. ring at a hotel nightstand.

ms. monte carlo was a specific case. you rarely get drunk, and you were so damn sure that every drink in the room was spiked with something. you take down shots of tequila, or whatever clear liquid was on the table.

you don't even know how you got outside. it was just someone pulling you— her hair smelled like peaches which you smell as you caught up behind her, and her hands were soft to your touch as you felt it against your skin.

the next moment you know is you're being kissed against the doorframe of your hotel room, gentle as ever.

“hey, your card,” she chuckled. “we need to get inside, darling.”

you immediately reached out for it in your right pocket, half conscious, and handed it over to her.

you felt her arms wrap around your waist securely, like you were porcelain about to crush when you hit something else; you just know the door’s locked tight, and you're just so sure you're in the arms of someone who knows what they do.

your world was still spinning in circles, it also doesn't help that you lost your trusty prescription glasses in the middle of your drinking session because one of the models tried it out. you can't see her and that upsets you.

she doesn't immediately dive into you as she locks lips with you towards the bed. you were put down on the soft sheets slowly, but she still remained firmly holding you by the waist as she put her thighs to straddle your body.

“hey,” you smiled, rubbing her thighs. she gently leverages herself, her ass lifting away from your body as she shifts. “everything alright?”

“hm, yes,” she then leaned down, taking a hold of your wrists as she kissed you. “i’m alright now i've got you like this, darling.”

“okay,” you giggled, and you're starting to lose your conscience. that tight, gentle and sure grip on your wrists wakes you up, as you feel her hand glide from one button of your linen shirt to another button being pried open. “darling,” you called out, moving your wrists. “please, i wanna touch you.”

she slowly lets go of your wrists, letting her hands slide to your arms as she nips the skin in the middle of your bra-clad chest.

“beautiful,” she says as she looks up at you, tracing the lace lines that go around it to wrap on your skin. “god,” she kissed you on the lips once more, letting you savor the taste of her lips as she removed your shirt completely away from your body, leaving it somewhere on the floor. “you look so fucking good.”

you moaned the moment she trailed her kisses from your jaw to your neck, unclasping your bra skillfully, with one hand. she immediately discards it, and latches her mouth on one as she grasps the other, kneading just right to make you hold onto her.

“fuck,” you grunt. your nerves were overridden, and you closed your eyes at the pleasure with the world still spinning around you. “darling, you're so fucking good,” you hissed at her teeth grazing your sensitive mound. “more.”

she pulls away and stares at you for a second, leaving you high and absolutely wet, that she teases, “i love it when you're so damn pliant,” she whispered, letting her hands wander on your abdomen, teasing back and forth whether she would pull down your matching linen pants. “tell me what you want, darling.”

“please,” you begged, looking at her, but still you were quite unclear. “please, darling, fuck me.”

“how?” she whispered teasingly. “tell me.”

“fingers, tongue, or whatever,” your voice shook in both nervousness and excitedness. this person calling you darling was a complete stranger and your upper half is on display for her to see. what's there to lose if you're this vulnerable now? “please, darling.”

“good girl,” she smiles, removing her shirt as she goes down to place your back comfortably on the headboard. “you can't touch, okay? you can moan all you want but if you touch me, we're over. got that, darling?”

“yes, maam,” you smiled. “i get it.”

“good,” she then slowly unties your pants, removing them and your matching lace panties show in her face with a big spot of wetness in the middle. she slowly removes it, the layer of your wetness sticking to the material, leaving a string as she pulls it off of you. “fuck, you're so damn wet for me, darling.” she chuckled lowly, your cunt out for her to stare, and later, devour.

she trails a hand from your entrance to your clit, lathering her fingers with the fluid that accumulated as she played with you. she hummed, slowly putting her index and middle fingers to be enveloped by your warm, velvety pussy walls as you moaned loudly.

“so deep, fuck,” you hiss, your hips moving upward as your back arched to her touch. “more,” you groaned as she kept her fingers stationary, leaving you in such a state of expectation for her to fuck you sensless. “darling, please.”

slowly, she thrusts her fingers in and out as she spreads you further, “i love it so much when you beg, darling,” she breathily says as she lets your thighs go on each of your shoulders comfortably. “fuck.” she kisses on your inner thigh nipping on it to tease you a little. you squirm into her touch like you're putty under her.

her tongue pushes flat against your entrance to your clit, gathering the tasteful juices, “you're delicious, darling,” she whispered, taking another lick as you moaned. “can't wait to eat you all night.”

you gripped on the bed sheets tighter, remembering that you can't touch her just yet. your hips rut against her lapping tongue and thrusting fingers, making your head spin in pleasure.

“so tight for me,” she whispered, latching away from your clit to move her hair from one side to another, opening your folds to just see how sopping you were. “you’re g’nna cum, huh?” she teased, the pad of her thumb rubbing your clit directly, making you jolt.

“yes, fuck,” you held onto the sheets, rutting your hips to her hand frantically as she went up to nip on your neck’s skin. “fuck, i'm gonna-”

she then whispered, “cum for me, darling.”

you screamed as the feeling in your stomach explodes to her hand, making you see stars. you were panting, your body flushed against hers, as you kissed, her hand continuing the ministrations to get you calming down.

your tongues clash, and she bites down on your lip as you ran out of breath. “wanna taste?” she said, bringing the set of fingers she used on you to your mouth.

you slowly licked your juices off of her fingers, looking at her directly.

“good girl,” you heard her lowly chuckle as she straddled you again. she slowly removed her fingers away from your mouth, and she settled right on top of you. “you can touch me now, darling.”

“fuck, finally,” you bit her lip as you finally kneaded at her full breasts. “you're so damn perfect.”

momo remembers that night vividly. she watches her drunk rival, this person seemingly just appearing right after her operation.

she never thought you would look this good. tousled hair, linen blue shirt with two buttons open, and your little nerdy glasses— she doesn't know if you were looking that good, or if her nerves were on fire because of the alcohol. one sure thing is that she wants to get you for the night.

it goes on for hours, that little play of hers just staring at you like she has tunnel vision. she sees that you're then surrounded by models, and that your glasses are gone. she remembers you freaking out since you really can't see without them during a karting race when you two were younger.

her feet moved with what her body told her, and she drags you out of the club.

now, she looks at you with her eyes as she sees you enjoying sucking on her perky breast while you knead the other. she gently places a hand on your hair, pushing you closer to her.

“fuck, darling.” she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“ride me,” you smirked as you pulled away from her breasts. “use me.” you leaned back completely, letting your back lay flat on the bed as you sneak up your hands to her thighs, hooking one side of her panties to remove. “please, darling?”

oh god, momo couldn't resist. those puppy eyes twinkling made her invincible. she knows that you're sure that it isn't momo the driver whom you got into serious fights with, but it was just someone you wanted to please— someone whom you wanted to give yourself to for the night.

you slowly removed her panties, letting her straddle your face. you licked from her entrance to her clit, catching the nectar that falls from her.

“darling, more,” she held onto your hair, setting the pace as you laid your tongue flat for her to grind on. “good girl,” she grunts, her movement frantic against you. she looks down to see the most gorgeous pair of begging eyes, and she thought you looked good but not like this good under her. “so fucking polite for me.”

you then trace your hand to insert in her hole, and she moaned loudly when you finally took your fingers to enter her wet, waiting hole. you hummed as you sucked on her clit, lapping at it occasionally as she shook above you.

you curl your fingers up, and you feel her wetness on your tongue accumulate.

“baby, i'm gonna cum,” she bites her lower lip as she feels you do your ministrations fastly. “y/n!”

she squirted, flooding both your face and your lips. she slowly detaches herself from you after her high, and she laid beside you.

you stare at her, mouth still wet with her juices, and she sees you suck at your fingers so good, cheeks hollowed out, “you taste good, darling.” you smirked as you kissed her again, letting her taste herself.

she felt her body just relax. then later her eyes fall heavy, surrendering to sleep with both utter warmth and pleasure. she can't even think anymore, knowing that you were the one beside her. she'll just deal with it in the morning.

but now, you pull her to your arms, and there it starts— her head on your chest, your arms wrapping around her and you sleep thinking about peach shampoo.

“peach.” you mumble in your sleep, lips moving in a pout and momo observes intently, giggling to herself at how cute you were. the flight was almost done, and you were set to land in about 30 minutes.

“hey,” hyunnie stands up and wakes you up as she gently taps on your shoulder. “we're almost here.”

you stirred from your sleep, stretching out your limbs, and you smiled with your eyes closed, “ah, really?”

momo smiles to herself at the sight. she knows you are cute, everyone does— but why does her heart skip a little beat? she really shook off the thought, wriggling her arms and hands suddenly like she was also stretching.

you fold your in flight blanket, and momo just stares at you, “first time seeing someone fold a blanket, miss?” you joked.

momo then composes herself, “no,” she laughs. “just first time seeing you this nerdy.”

“damn,” you then looked at her, fixing your glasses even to give you the full effect. “now you've got one,” you grunted, getting your fia rulebook in your messenger bag just right beside you. “ is this even more nerdy?”

“god, you're insufferable,” hyunnie jokes. “that’s why no one got you except miss monte carlo. and you were high. and you didn't have your glasses.”

“hey!” you kid around with your teammate. “sana's definitely just doing community service when she's with you. like…” you then looked at momo, expecting her to ride on in your little joke towards your teammate.

“yeah, like,” momo chuckled, remembering the red clad racing driver, and her preference. “she doesn't date girls below 5’8.”

you pull out a string of “ooh”-s from your mouth. hyunnie laughs along, knowing well that you two were joking.

later on, the plane lands, and you're greeted by a very nice ensemble of italian cars, and a familiar driver.

“hello, welcome,” he says and greets you. “glad you made it, y/n!” he then hugs you tight, feeling very happy with your presence.

your history with charles was one of a kind, like brother and sister; basically he guided you in your first few years, even when you were in a different junior team, and in a completely different team now.

“hello, momo,” charles then greets the person beside you. “you look amazing. ” he compliments, also very happy to see his direct junior. you don't know much about them, but charles has been keeping an eye out for momo.

“and you,” charles then moves to hyunnie. “where's sana?” he asked, curious about her other half.

“had to deal with something back home,” momo says. “she's taking a flight later though.”

“oh, alright,” charles then smiles, and walks towards the cars. he presents it with his arms open, “choose your poison, guys.”

a question flew to your mind. there's no way you could fit your carriers in any of the cars in front of you “what about our luggages?”

“don't worry about it, ma belle,” charles tapped your back. “always worrying,” he sighs jokingly. “anyways, yeah, just choose and i’ll give you the key!”

momo was left in front of a ferrari daytona sp3, “my god.” charles smiles, hands momo the key by throwing it, and she gladly catches it in her hands.

hyunnie hums and went beside a ferrari 812 competizione a, in its bone white, #16 glory. charles gently gave the key to her and she let out a little “yes!”

“you know what i want, frére.” you stand beside the familiar f40, and he throws you the key as well as he went to his ferrari purosangue.

“you know where to go!” he says and waves as he spins out of his parking state, and off the airstrip.

you excitedly get in the car, well, you can't deny the feeling of a ferrari— something this classic makes your nerves electrocute in so many ways no one could understand.

you three arrive at the leclerc’s house, it was a simple complex overlooking the sea of monte carlo. it's been years since you've met charles, but this place of his has never changed.

“suit yourselves, guys,” he says and he's immediately greeted by his little dachshund, leo, who also jumps up at momo's presence. “the other drivers are already in their hotels, and i'm actually surprised that you've come in late.”

“we're late?” you then asked, immediately going for a glass of water in his kitchen.

“only for an hour. mina and the rookie arrived a little over an hour ago,” he informed. “so that's the story. but you three are right in time for lunch, so go eat, you guys.” he says, inviting the other two to his table. “you need to be filled before the party or else you'd puke your insides like miss here,” he points at you. “and she comes crying to the room and asks ‘dude noooo she went away!!’ then pukes all over my floor.”

you laughed at the memory of you just crashing at this place, a little over breakfast and he hands you coffee to talk about it immediately.

the night comes really quickly. the breeze becomes cold, the lights of the casinos, centers, and buildings turn on to reflect a hue of warmth to the coolness of the sea. you walk out of the hotel, the yacht just a pedestrian lane away from you, and you see the single drivers have fun.

it was a wild mix of people; both lower and upper bunk containing old and new drivers, some said hello, some completely ignored you, and some were just really shy.

you came up to the bar, half shouting to the bartender as you couldn't hear over the music. you take a shot of the drink, and a girl takes the spot beside you.

“great seeing you here, suertudo.” she says, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

“oh, hello,” you then shook her hand, not quite sure of her identity. “from wrc, right?”

“yes,” she then lightly chuckled. “huh yunjin. also a rookie.”

“oh my god, that's brilliant!” you exclaimed in happiness in meeting a fellow rookie. “i've heard so many things about you, ms. huh.”

“hope it isn't bad,” she jokes as she takes a sip from her white wine. “i've also heard a lot of things about you, y/n. you're amazing.”

“thank you,” you bowed gently, quite comical. “seems like you've been here for quite a while now. first time?”

“yeah, first time,” yunjin smiles. “how about you?”

“nope. this is my third,” you whispered, getting close to the proximity of her face. “i also know someone who's a first timer.”

yunjin perks up and her eyes go wide, “oh really? mind telling me who?”

“that cute person right there,” you pointed kazuha among the crowd, looking out at the sea as she held a glass of red wine. “she's nice. i think you two would go really well together. give it a shot?”

“you bet,” yunjin then stands up with her drink, clearing crinkles on her skirt, and fixing her shirt. you also came up to fix on her hair, gently tucking the hair behind her ear. “yes, thank you, this is perfect.”

you then smiled and cheered, “you go, girl!”

nonetheless, it ticked momo. her senses were high, her heart was beating fast, even if she's got hands of guys and girls roaming around her body; she sees you in the room making another woman feel giddy, she can't help but feel her heartstrings pulling her feet to move to you.

you chuckled as you watched yunjin leave, off to kazuha, and a tight grip was on your wrist as soon as they shook hands.

“what?” you asked loudly. it was momo, seemingly tugging you out.

you tried to force her down but surprisingly, she was stronger than what you've expected, and so you two are now on the streets, cars passing you by as the loud clubbing yacht becomes far gone.

you looked at her angrily. you don't understand why you needed to be dragged out and for what? the worst is that your friend is the one dragging you out like you're some kid.

“i know that you're mad,” she says, still holding your wrist. “but let me talk, okay?”

“why?” you exclaimed, trying to let go of her grip. “what do you want me to do, hirai?!”

“let's get away here, please,” she calmly says, eyes begging for you to understand them. “somewhere a little far.”

“let me go. i need to walk.” you firmly said, and you walked ahead of her, almost jogging. you don't even know why you just let momo hirai, your supposed contender, follow you as you went ahead.

“okay.” you then arrived at a small speakeasy hidden behind a winery, and you pulled out a barstool for momo to sit on. “mind explaining?” you then asked, and you ordered two glasses of your favorite cocktail.

she gently sits down, and says, “i needed to tell you something.”

“hm,” you handed over the other glass to her side and you clinked it as you drank. “continue please?”

momo deeply sighs, and it made you quite nervous. it seems important when she opens her mouth to say: “i'm ms. monte carlo.”

“oh cool! ms. monte carlo!” you said, repeating what she said, and your brain haywired. “what do you mean you're ms. monte carlo?!”

“i kissed you. we made out. i left that ring on your bedside table because i took it out before i slept,” she explained, chugging down on the cocktail for liquid courage. “you can ask sana about that ring. it's a gift from scaglietti when we were teammates."

“what the hell.” you then looked down at the ring, realizing that it's hers. “h-how do you know ms. monte carlo?”

“heard you two on the plane,” momo giggles, asking for a stronger drink. “i think you forgot how good my hearing is, y/n.”

“okay, but,” you then sighed, trying to process all of what's happening right now. “why are you telling me this?”

“you deserve to know,” she taps on your cheek, giggling once more. “it’s a cute thing that you kept this one,” her fingers grazed over your (her) ring, fiddling with it. “and, it's fair.”

she takes out a familiar necklace out, it was gold, with a detailed wing, a gift from lewis for making it out of the hospital. it's quite the common design for necklaces, so you really didn't mind it when momo wore it for the night. you've been scolded for not having it with you, “how?”

“it was on your bedside too,” she chuckled, seemingly amused by your cluelessness. “need to be equal, right?”

“well, that's fair,” you snickered as you interlock your hand with hers. “i- um,” you cleared your throat as you looked at her. “where do we go from here?”

“didn't know you were that fast,” momo joked. “you set the pace, racer.”

“you are too,” you chuckled. “um, i'm just glad that you're not awkward with it or anything.”

“why would i be?” she questioned, looking at her interlaced hands with yours. “unless you want to make it seem like we didn't... you know.”

“i know that part already,” you laughed, almost as if you were getting pretty annoyed. “we've eaten each other out, quite literally.”

“hey!” she jokingly hits your shoulder.

“what? it's right.”

“it is,” she leans forward to whisper, “was i good?”

“well, you were,” you honestly confessed. “that's why i wanted to find you, to thank you at least.”

“that's really cute,” she said, leaning back a bit to tease you. “i only accept gratitude in the form of the top step of the podium.”

“then we're going to have a problem,” you teased back, leaning forward to look at her. “that's the gratitude i want to accept too.”

“honestly, i've been wanting to break it to you for so long now,” she giggled once more as the pads of her thumbs rub on to your cheeks, cupping the side of your face. “especially since you've been getting close with me.”

you lean into her gentle, secure touch, “i'm glad you told me.”

you went closer, the familiar peach scent engulfing your very being, and your lips pressed against her glossed ones; full of desire like it's the only thing you've ever known to do.

momo hums into the kiss, and she pulls away, but your foreheads stay together as you giggled to yourselves.

you still don't know what it means, how you get so pumped when she locks lips with you. it's terrifying how you like it more than when she goes up against you in a tight race.

“don't think, darling,” she says, like she's been reading your mind. “you don't need to sort it out just yet."

she was right. all that's left to do is to enjoy.

after all, you found her.

#twice imagines #twice fluff #twice smut #momo #momo imagines #momo fluff #momo smut

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melverie · 3 days

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⸺ LESSON 9 ⸺

Solomon

Barbatos

demons & angels (& humans)

the 'MC is human' situation

records of a banshee

misc

- lesson 8 || lesson 10 || all posts so far -

HI I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT THE REBLOGS ON LESSON 8 ARE SO SWEET!!! <3333 I thought that this would mostly just be me throwing things around to help make sense of my own theory on NB's identity, but seeing that people are actually exited to see this back means a lot, so thank you guys <3 And sorry that this part once again took a little longer ;-; General spoiler warning for all of Obey Me Nightbringer, as well as for the original Obey Me

⸺ SOLOMON ⸺

Solomon finally made it back and just casusally brings a dragon egg back with him [9-2]. Sure. I'm not questioning his antics anymore; he's nowhere near to being my main Nightbringer candidate

Solomon makes the hypothesis that maybe Nightbringer is the reason we're here?! No way!! :o [9-2] -> but in all seriousness, it's nice that he's trying to tell us as much as possible of what he knows

Solomon claims that Diavolo can definitely be trusted [lesson 9 hard mode]. I'm actually taking his word here because 1. we know that Solomon cares a lot about MC and their safety, 2. we learn next lesson that Solomon has some sort of agreement going on with Nightbringer, and 3. that Nightbringer just threatened MC's safety. I just genuinely see no reason why he would lie about who is and who isn't trustworthy here

⸺ BARBATOS ⸺

Barbatos worrying about MC [9-8; pic below]

he tells us completely umpropted where Beelzebub is held captive [9-8; pic below] -> Solomon decides to follow him since he also wants to talk with Barbatos about the entire teleportation thing [9-8] -> both Barbatos and Solomon heading to where Beelzebub is held captive caused quite a headache for me...but we'll get to that next lesson!

⸺ DEMONS & ANGELS (& HUMANS) ⸺

illusion!Diavolo and illusion!Simeon fight over who should get to lead/support humans--demons or angels [9-A] -> also, illusion!Diavolo talks about leading humans to happiness. Leading someone else to happiness seems to be Nightbringer's favorite past time, would you look at that :)

⸺ THE 'MC IS HUMAN' SITUATION ⸺

taking this opportunity to just say how much I love serious Dia, thank you for listenting <3 (putting this in here because it's in regard to MC's expulsion since Diavolo found out they are a human) -> that being said, he mentions that his father entrusted the Devildom to him [9-7], but like,, when?? He literally fell into a coma?? Did he wake up in the middle of it like "oh by the way son, before I forget" and then passed tf out again???

⸺ RECORDS OF A BANSHEE ⸺

the brothers show up during Diavolo's talk about MC's expulsion and we learn that Beelzebub is now being held prisoner because he wrecked the castle at yesterday's dinner party [9-7]. This is the timeline of it all:

1. MC gets their letter summoning them to the Demon Lord's Castle [lesson 9 hard mode], and the brothers + Simeon and Luke participate in the dinner party at the Demon Lord's Castle. We don't know which one happens first 2. at some point during the dinner party, Lucifer talks about him aquiring a record of a banshee's song [9-14] -> according to the others, this caused Beelzebub to completely lose it, which ended up with him causing significant damage to the castle -> Belphegor later on mentions that something was wrong with Beelzebub at the time [9-7] 3. the next day, Beelzebub gets a letter summoning him to the Demon Lord's Castle and is imprisonened 4. after that, MC has their meeting with Diavolo and they talk about MC having to return to the human world 5. during that meeting, the brothers show up and demand for Beelzebub to be released 6. Lucifer basically gives up right after getting there (??? WHY did you even go there in the first place then, my guy???). Before he leaves, he tells Diavolo that ultimately, he doesn't accept them either -> Diavolo is distraught by this comment 7. Barbatos suggests continuing this meeting some other time and accompanies MC and Solomon a little. Before parting ways, he explicitly tells them where Beelzebub is being held captive 8. Solomon and MC split up; Solomon follows Barbatos to where Beelzebub is being imprisoned, and MC heads to the House of Lamentation to talk to the brothers and find out what happened

withholding my thoughts for now because there is one last detail happening in lesson 10 that kinda ties the entire thing together, but I will already say that based on how the characters present described the entire situation [9-14; all three pics below], Beelzebub's meltdown seems too big to be caused by the mention of a banshee

⸺ MISC ⸺

we now know why Mammon is so afraid of ghosts [9-2]

mandatory moment where I talk about my husband: a) Satan's first time seeing a cat, you love to see it <3 [9-10] b) can you hear the sound of my heart breaking? :< [9-8; pic below]

Satan's quote from the website! [9-10; pic below]

Belphegor tells MC about Lilith [9-16]

illusion!Luke says this [9-A; pic below]. HUH :D

#lesson 9 is the calm before the storm #i wrote two entire pages of notes for lesson 10. idk if i'll be using them all yet or if i'll be withholding some of my thoughts for now #but either way it melted my brain #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #mel's descend into madness

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varpusvaras · 1 day

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I've had a headcanon for a while that Breha and Fox are really into the romance genre - like, in a way that if the book/show/movie is good, they enjoy it as a good piece of media, and otherwise, they read or watch things together and have fun with it. Bail is...not so much into this, as much as he can also enjoy a good piece of media, but the second part of the experience is kind of lost to him.

He will listen to Breha and Fox talk about them and tries to guess what is going on in any given book/show based only on what they tell him.

(If he is actually a bit invested. Shh. No he isn't. No, he's not watching this- alright, fine, you menaces)

So, there's this relatively new show. It started a bit before the war, and gained a lot of popularity then, and when the show was put on hiatus because of the war, the fans were impatiently awaiting for more. The show is about mostly fictional planets and their high-society, royals and nobility.

Breha and Fox watch the part of the show that came out before the war, and make Bail watch with them as well (Bail watches, because they are asking and he wants to spend time with them, and, hey. He likes looking at them when they are happy and joking around). Then, some time after, the show announces that it will be coming back with new episodes!

The episodes start releasing. Breha and Fox watch them, and make Bail watch them as well (no, he isn't invested at all-). One week, there's a new character introduced. A Princess, who is going to become a Queen soon. She is from a very old and rich planet, that does arts and peace and nature. Breha says that it reminds her of Alderaan a bit, perhaps they have taken some inspiration.

One episode, the Princess meets a nobleman, who is very politically idealistic and believes in equity, and is striving for making the galaxy a more peaceful and unified place. The actor is very tall.

Fox jokes that they kinda remind him of Breha and Bail. Breha laughs. Bail squints his eyes at the screen.

The Princess becomes a Queen, while becoming increasingly close with the nobleman. Then, one week, they introduce another new character. A former soldier, who has now returned from the war, and the Queen and the nobleman meet him when they are in an event, discussing how to make more peaceful solutions.

Bail frowns at the screen. The actor is not a clone, but looks very much like one, with his tanned skin and dark, curly hair.

Fox looks at the character as well.

"Oh", he says.

"Oh", Breha says as well. "I do think...that they have taken inspiration from close by."

You don't say, Bail thinks.

He's not super stoked about this development, but at least the two other actors do not resemble him and Breha too much. He can...sort of understand the choice of casting someone who looks kind of like the clones into the role of the soldier. It's commentary. Easy to understand. It's....fine. They are just drawing inspiration from their overall dynamic, nothing more. There's nothing else that seems too recent.

Then Bail goes for work to Coruscant, and gives statements regarding his views on the clone rights, the war, and his relationship with the clones and how, even though he cannot claim himself to be a part of their culture, he and Breha and Alderaan as a whole have tied themselves into it and consider it to be a part of their culture as well.

It's a good statement. Bail is proud of it and the reaction it causes. The way Fox and Breha look at him after is the best reward he could possibly ask for.

Then, a few weeks later, a new episode comes out. The nobleman gives a speech about the war and cultures and how he relates to them. It's very much the statement Bail gave, but just reworded to fit the world of the show.

Oh, Bail thinks. Oh, it is on.

Bail decides to have his own fun. He starts to make very showy gestures to Breha and Fox in public. They know immediately what he is doing, and go along with it.

Some of the things he did end up in the show. Bail can deduce from what those things are when whoever it is who is gathering material is present.

Bail knows the press. He knows how they dress, he knows how they operate. Once he knows where to look, it is very easy to spot them.

It's a rare occasion that both Breha and Fox are accompanying him to Coruscant. Bail is playing it up, until he notices the person who is very much not press but who is very much recording and making notes, when Bail is not even saying anything to any of the people surrounding them.

Bail turns to look straight towards the camera.

He person holding it stiffens, but doesn't turn away instantly. Not so easily intimidated, then. Bail can respect that at least.

Bail continues to stare at the camera, not saying anything. Just staring. Fox and Breha have caught on to what he is doing by then, and they are trying their best not to burst out laughing.

Bail continues to stare at the camera. He has stared down bounty hunters, separatists, assassins, the sith. He can do this all day.

Finally, the camera turns away. Bail smiles, and clims into their speeder with Breha and Fox.

As soon as the doors are closed and the speeder starts moving, Breha and Fox lose it. They cannot stop laughing the whole way, and are barely able to contain it once they arrive to the Senate.

Unsurprisingly, at least for some, the plotline of the three characters in the show starts to steer to entirely new directions in the very next episode.

#I'm sorry but the thought of Bail having beef with the producers of space bridgerton is giving me life #looks directly into the camera like he is in the office #sw #tcw #bail organa #breha organa #commander fox #bail/breha/fox

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wonton4rang · 1 day

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hey! i read you wanted to write more for woonhak so i had an idea :)

maybe “firsts” with him? as in asking e/o out, officially dating, first kiss, etc! (maybe you could include making out, WITHOUT any suggestive remarks ofc!)

it’s all up to you! have a good day 🫶

omg ilysm!! i literally had no idea on what to do for woonagi so thanksss<33 hope u enjoy this.

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: woonhak x reader.

warnings: none!! fluff, some angst maybe, kissing and lots of giggles :')

summary: short scenarios of firsts with woonhak.

note: should i make a series with this theme? all bnd boys w the same scenarios. it would also include some suggestive/ smut for the other members. UPDATE: i am making the series!! you can see it here.

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first encounter; i feel like he would most likely fall in love at school, not because he's young but also because that's the place where he spends the most time and it's not on a "professional" type of way so he can actually focus on just having fun and creating relationships. you are for sure one of his close friends and he just got so used to your presence that he didn't really noticed he liked you for more than just a friend.

first time he realises he's in love; it would be a day you fall in the field during gym class, he would get so worried about your wellbeing, carrying you on his back until the nurse's office. but that wasn't what made him realize he liked you, it was the way he went back to the field after he made sure you were being treated so he could push the boy who made you fall, telling him how lucky he is that you were fine, otherwise his face would be meeting the dusty ground. woonhak was NEVER a fighter, did he get overwhelmed and yelled? yes, but never this type of aggressiveness. so it was pretty obvious for him once he held your hand in the nursery and realized how crazy he was for you.

how would he confess; contrary to his mbti and his usual behaviour, i do think that woonhak would be a shy person when it comes to love, he won't doubt to express his love once you are already together but to confess?? it would make him go sleepless for a few nights, his hands sweating when you get close to him after he called you up to meet at his house, his parents were out and it wasn't weird because you mostly hangout with him like this everyday. but today you noticed how nervous he looked and kinda pinpoint what he wanted to do when he whispered a little "i need to talk to you". he would tell you how much he cares about you and that he understands if you don't feel the same way, it's just that he wouldn't forgive himself if he never said anything and lost his chance. and well, he did have a chance.

officially dating w woonagi; he's an extroverted boy, very energetic yet he would try to keep his cool with you too. he would definitely be a clingy boyfriend, the type of boyfriend who's friends would be tired of hearing your name each time they were having a conversation.

"are you going out tonight, woonhak?"

"i think y/n wanted to do something, let me ask her"

"do you want pizza or hamburgers for today?"

"y/n likes hamburgers better, can we have those?"

"haerin asked about you yesterday"

"did you tell her that i am dating y/n and i love my girlfriend very much?"

"woonhak, for fucks sake, haerin is your cousin"

"ah, you're right" type of boyfriend.

that doesn't mean he won't have his own opinions though!! he does knows how to separate you from himself, so it's not like his life revolves or depends on you only.

first kiss; it would honestly happen spontaneously, he would try so hard to make it special and actually plan it but it always got ruined, something happened, you guys got interrupted, anything. so when you actually kissed him in the lips for the first time he would get frozen, looking at you with wide open eyes and his hand going up to his lips because he just couldn't believe it.

"i'm sorry if you didn't want to-"

"can i kiss you again?" and he would kiss you lots, all over your face with that bright smile of his while you both giggled, the other boys side eyeing you both as you apparently forgot they were there too.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; woonhak is a very hyper person but he is also really chill (idk if that makes sense) so you would be just doing homework together or watching a movie when he leaned in for a kiss, then another one, and another one. that's when you looked at him with a tilted head, asking for an explanation in silence.

"can i kiss you?" you nodded a little bit confused, not understanding why he asked for permission to do something he already did. "like... kiss you, kiss you"

and that's when you understood, allowing him to do so and laughing during it because you guys didn't even know how to get the correct angle and pace, teeth smashing for a few minutes until you finally got the hang of it. it was so cute the way you guys kissed with so much dedication and pure love.

first time meeting your family; he would be literally shaking, like physically trembling the second the door opened and your dad showed up. he even thought on sneaking out when he went to the bathroom once, but then it eventually got better, he started trusting a little bit more in himself and opened up to your dad and mom, chatting with your old man about some bands from the 90s and that basketball team he loved, plus helping your mom with the dishes and rizzing her up on how pretty she is and how pretty her daughter came out because of it?? your parents love him and you can have it for sure that he'll be visiting them even without you, just to check up on them and bring them some food.

overall, i truly believe that woonhak would be a really funny, outgoing and sensitive boyfriend. he would love you like you are the only person in the world (cause for him, you are), he would try to always make you happy and never have an argument because he knows how mad he can get and he would hate to say harsh things to you.

i also see him as a 50,50 when it comes to commitment, he wouldn't cheat but i can most definitely see him ditching you over his job or school stuff, just to apologize later with the excuse that it's "about his future", and he's right, but there was no need to be rude about it.

so yeah, if you can put up with his hyper, loving, talkative, kind self and his touchy hands, irritable mood when stressed and his yelling in general for everything and because of anything, then woonhak is definitely your pick <3

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor x reader #woonhak #woonhak x reader

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buddie911abc · 9 hours

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Warning. I'm moping.

**I said all this, but then remember how broken Buck and Eddie looked when Chris left. I just can't handle it. The tears.**

I am so gutted about Chris leaving. I've always loved Eddie's dedication and love for his son. It is a big part of his character. This was something special about him that made him stand apart from other characters. I could end the post here because that alone is just devastating.

But I can't leave it alone. I have entered another mopey phase. I was thinking about Eddie the other day. If Buck becomes wrapped up in Tommy, and his new Bobby-approved relationship, then I have to wonder who Eddie is as a character. Who is Eddie now that he might not be part of a super-couple. He was always more than just that. Right? Will Eddie just fade away into a side character? Buck and Eddie will still be friends, but without the Buddie, slow-burn-undercurrent of tension, the friendship hits different. Even when they were with other people, scenes were written that made them gravitate back to each other. (Buddie did not come into existence just because two hot guys were friends. We were seeing content written with multiple interpretations, but there was something in direction, acting, idk. that made it more) I'm not sure we're getting that anymore.

Buck and Eddie hung out all the time. Buck cooked for Eddie and Chris. Buck watched Chris while Eddie did different things, and the two of them had moments they wouldn't have had if Buck hadn't already been present due to Chris. If Buck prepared a meal just for him and Eddie, that would be dating, and they've made it clear they aren't going that route. Eddie has also been framed as a bad@$$ ex-military guy. It once made him unique in the show, but he shares that with Tommy now and Tommy is also a pilot. Eddie was a great father to a child with different needs. That has been taken away as well.

In one of Ryan's interviews, he talked about learning to love himself. I think there is potential, but for the life of me, I can't imagine what kind of story arc you would put with that. He has no foil. He has nothing to push against, and I'm just not in a place where I can see them introducing a character I would appreciate as a love interest. They could still do a new love interest, but that defeats the purpose of learning to love yourself first.

I wanted the season to leave me on the hopeful side of Buddie. I wanted some sort of canon confirmation that makes the audience aware that something is there for Buddie even if the story on screen hasn't reached it yet. I wanted something substantial that isn't us reading a scene with multiple interpretations. Something clear. Some of you may recall I have been vacillating between worrying about Buddie being erased and being hopeful that it would be canon.

As the situation stands, the Will was not mentioned. Chris is gone so co-parenting is now over. They are still friends, but now the writers are putting them together in scenes differently. Buck's reaction to Eddie being shot. That was love. Whenever they had scenes together, there was an undercurrent. That doesn't seem to be present. The scenes from tonight were close, but they were driven by the wider intimacy of their connection to Chris. That chosen family, and again, at the end, Chris was gone.

Say what you will about Tommy. The fact that he was written as the place Buck went to after everything went down with Chris and Bobby, indicates a huge shift in the writing. A lot of people hate Tommy, but he's written to be likable. The hate is mostly unfair. There are a few legitimate complaints, but nothing to account for hate. Even though there hasn't been a lot written so far, time is going to fix how much content we see on Tommy. Until they write him unlikable he's going to gain traction. I'm not ready for that either. And you know Tommy hinting that he wants to be "Daddy" with Buck is going to hit right for a lot of people. (I don't get into the whole Daddy vibe but I respect that a lot of people dig it.)

Anywayz, I ramble. With no new content coming up. I'll have to see if my hope will bounce back again. Maybe I'll see an interview to sway me back to hope.

Wait. I do have one hope. I hope I haven't brought the mood down for the rest of my fellow Buddie shippers. I rely on you guys. I need you to believe in Buddie in the moments I can't.

#911 abc #oliver stark #buddie #911 spoilers #ryan guzman #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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jadeite-art · 23 hours

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I have been thinking a lot about the entire Coop-Barb-Janey subplot, not only from a viewer's perspective but also a writer's perspective and here's some thoughts of what we might expect in S2 and/or S3:

☢️ Similarly to S1, S2 could open with a scene set in 2077 showing Coop separating from Janey. It'd be safe to assume that at one point Barb swooped in and took Janey with her to one of the good vaults.

Henry/Hank, being Barb's assistant, might have been directly involved. It would explain why Coop later thinks he might know where both of them are

Coop probably doesn't know that for a simple reason: contrarily to the experiment vaults, the location of the high management vaults must be top secret and the entrance must be well disguised and well protected

Side note: Barb and Janey are definitely not in vault 31. They are not listed on the terminal that Norm checks in one of the scenes

☢️ I think that throughout the season/s we'll get some flashbacks of Coop and Barb from the moment he found out about the bombs all the way to their divorce

I theorize Barb was the one to file for divorce, and one of the reasons was she feared his association with "commies" would lose her (and by extension her daughter) the spot in a good vault

I saw an affair angle being mentioned. I'd say it's not out of the realm of possibility. Still, if there was a third man, it would not be Hank but some high ranking executive, someone who could grant Barb that spot in a good vault.

If there was an affair and it was mostly calculated, I think there could still have been an element of genuine attraction there. The way in which Barb accuses Coop of being an ingenue, makes me think she'd be inclined to develop an attachment to someone who is the opposite of that, someone who'd make her feel safe and supported

Side note 1: the affair angle would tie nicely with the fact that Coop appears to think of his family as having been taken from him

Side note 2: ghoulcy shippers might find it interesting that the side of Coop's character that Barb seemed to resent, is the one Lucy would probably appreciate the most

☢️ All that said, Coop will most certainly find Barb and Janey at the end of S2 or at least will find out where they are and will only literally find them at the end of S3. @earthgenre made an interesting post exploring what might have happened to them. I personally am convinced they were cryo-frozen and one of the following will turn out to be true:

They were awakened, lived and died a long time ago (or were just never frozen in the first place) and Coop will have to deal with the fact that they are just... gone.

They were awakened some time earlier but by now Barb is dead and Janey is all grown up, perhaps with a husband and child/ren, or alternatively she's already old. It could make for a heartfelt reunion but in the end, the two would have to go their separate ways.

They are both still in their cryopods. Coop gets to see his wife and daughter again and is faced with a choice to either awaken them or let them sleep. It would be a test of character for him. If this one came true, I think he'd either let them sleep or awaken them just for a moment of closure and then let them go back to sleep again in wait for a better tomorrow.

You may have noticed I didn't include any scenario in which they reconcile and walk together into the sunset. This is simply because I don't think it's really an option. I mean, could you imagine Barb, the clean-cut corporate exec, traveling across the wasteland with her ex who now is also a radioactive flesh-eating ghoul? And dragging their little daughter along with them?

On the other hand, Coop wouldn't subject them to that. Yes, he's been looking for them all this time but it would be very silly of him to expect them to reunite and just go live happily ever after. And he's a lot of things but silly is not one of them. I don't think he wants to get them back. He just wants to know what the hell happened to them. Closure is what he wants and what he'll probably eventually get.

As much as I'd love to see Coop get back what he'd lost, I recognize that it wouldn't make much sense, narratively speaking. Cooper's journey appears to be about two things: regaining his lost humanity and letting go of the past. He cannot turn back into a human but he can become a better man (ghoul?) with strong(er) morals. Similarly, he cannot get his family back, not really, not even if he finds them alive, but he can always get himself a companion - someone whom he could cherish and protect, someone whom he could literally live for - and the narrative so far seems to imply that companion is meant to be Lucy. I won't elaborate further on that because there's already a gazillion posts quoting various parallels and foreshadowing elements than seem to be pointing somewhere in that direction.

At the end of it, I just wanna say, there is no way back, but there is always a way forward and that, I think, is the lesson Cooper is supposed to learn.

#fallout prime #fallout tv show #fallout amazon #cooper howard #barb howard #janey howard #lucy maclean

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friesian · 3 days

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my father is dead and i couldn't be happier.

the following is a sort of. reconciliation/vent post since i just got the news a few hours ago that my father died, and i finally feel like i can sort of talk about everything that happened to me as a child. for the first time. without the threat of potential violence. so. tw for neglect, abuse, parental death and honestly just. a lot. if you don't like the most stereotypical 'bad dad' shit, don't read this post.

my father was a cruel man. it was only until recently i was informed that my father used to actually shake me as a baby, no more than a few days old. when i was a few months old, he used to do the same to watch my 'funny reactions' and had to be actively reprimanded by aunt and mother in order to get him to stop lest i die a very sudden death.

when i was a little kid, my father i guess got this idea in his head that i was a little innocent flower and that if anything touched me, that'd be it. i'd be sullied. i'd be dirtied. somehow 'impure'. mind you, my father wasn't a religious man. really, honestly, the opposite. i wasn't allowed to talk about religion or god, explore spirituality, really have 'faith'. this would earn me hostile looks, a loud scolding, or called stupid. this also might displace onto my mom, who received it much worse than me.

when i was 7, my father made the move to go somewhere out into the deep west virginia mountains where i would never be in danger. except by him. we moved to a place where the closest store was 45 minutes by car, getting home from school was 35 minutes-- not counting school bus routes, that was up to 2-3 hours-- and there was not a single neighbor that could see the house nor talk to us. we were alone. for good. for over 11 years of my life i was alone in a house with a man who grew actively more and more hostile to being in that house. as i aged, tried to be a teenager, explore my gender, sexuality, ect. it was all shut down. my computer-- my only lifeline-- was bugged with spyware that allowed him to look at my screen and take control of anything i was doing. a vivid memory of mine is when i used to write fanfiction of innocent teenager things. kissing, holding hands, professions of love, the usual-- nothing explicit. at some point i was caught and had my computer thrown and i was screamed it. i could only run to my room and cry, and hope i wasn't chased. this left me with no sense of privacy, as any computer or technology i ever got passed through him, and as he was a engineer for networking, most things were bugged by him first as much as i tried to remove them. my mom suffered similarly to i, both of us being called slurs and having things thrown at us for existing in his radius. we walked on eggshells. we had no room to breathe. if we weren't in his general space, we were yelled at for avoiding him. if we were actually there, we were yelled at for laughing or even breathing too loud. there was no right answer. my friends never wanted to visit because of him, or he would often get mad at their parents for being 'flakes' or 'untimely', leading for me to be berated about my choice of friend. i wasn't allowed to go out unless it was with 'other girls', and i didn't have many friends to begin with due to the many social problems i faced due to his neglect. i grew up in that house, with many other issues i can't even begin to list, but i grew up and left as soon as i could, and didn't really do much. mostly just coasted by after dropping out of college that he pressured me to be in, lest i end up homeless. my mom divorced him shortly after i left due to being threatened with a gun, and at that point i was pretty sure he was officially off the deep end. this is sort of my 'getting it off my chest' moment as i was never able to speak out about what i faced in any regard due to him consistently monitoring my online presence. for all i know, he could've known about this blog-- choosing to hold onto it for some sort of legal proceeding as he had done to my mother. he tracked her car, recorded her calls, did everything he could to fuck her over. his father did something similar to him back in the 90s, and i needed to avoid it at all costs.

he never got the chance now. i never felt like i had a father, more like an angry dragon that guarded a tower with someone who didn't wanna be there. some sort of 'king' that transformed into a dragon, i suppose. but, i remember relating a lot to the imagery of people trapped in towers by beasts. i wanted to make a comic about it at one point. 11 years of solidarity does a lot to a motherfucker.

to this hour, i haven't shed a tear. i cheered and celebrated, put on my mask as i'm talking to the funeral home people, family, his friends, whatever it is. i've just been blaise and calm. i have to go back to my 'tower' this weekend and see it for the first time in years, now with the memory of my father dead seeped in those walls.

it's been a relief i didn't know i needed, but that house haunts me with the horrors that went on in it. i guess this is sort of my testimony to his life. i refuse to have a funeral. i refuse to have a memorial. he's being cremated and disposed of as soon as i can. i can already tell what little remains of his side of the family has an issue with it, but i don't care. they didn't live the life me and my mom had, and they never will now. for what it's worth, somehow, even though i was forged in fires that i don't think any man should go through-- it made me a more hardened and aware person. you get time to think when you're alone for 11 years. a lot of time to see emotions, patterns, understand, and just pick things apart. he never knew me, elf, he knew my dead name. and i'm thankful for that. i came out a good man all things considered, i have my flaws and issues, but who doesn't. but at least i never was like him. here's to getting out of the tower.

#ly talks #tw parent death #tw abuse #tw trauma #just. the whole nine yards.#thanks for reading if you did. it feels good to put down words to what i experienced finally. i don't have to be quiet anymore.#i might be quiet-er these next few weeks handling all the legal stuff. sorry.

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rekino2114 · 17 hours

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can you do asa/yoru x male reader headcannons

Being in a relationship with asa mitaka and yoru

A/n:Is it a poly relationship if they're using the same body?

You were already asa's boyfriend before the whole becoming the war devil's vessel thing happened (don't ask her how she has no idea how she got you with her nonexistent romanticism)

After yoru possessed her, she tried to stay as far away from you as possible because she was afraid yoru was gonna try and turn you into a weapon, it hurt her so much seeing you confused and sad cause she was ignoring you but she loved you too much to let you die.

However, to asa's surprise, yoru actually developed a crush on you and after learning you were asa's boyfriend she made a deal with her host to share you, asa thought that was better than you dying so she agreed.

To tell you the news asa invited you to her home for a date, you were really happy your girlfriend finally spoke to you again, so you obviously accepted thinking this was just going to be a normal date.

You could see asa was really nervous,even more than usual, and that she wanted to tell you something, so you asked, and after calming down, she started explaining everything. but during the explanation yoru got impatient so she took over and just started making out with you aggressively

After a conversation with her (and making sure you were not chainsaw man), she told you she loved you and you agreed to a relationship with both of them, so congrats now you have two girlfriends in one body.

Yoru constantly fights over you with asa and insults her daily, telling her how much of a better girlfriend she is.

"By the way, when you hang out with y/n, you should let me take over"

"What? No he's my boyfriend too"

"To be honest, it's a miracle you even have a boyfriend in the first place with how much of a loser you are"

"Just shut up"

"Be honest. Who do you think he likes better? A stunning and super powerful horseman of apocalypse or a random ugly girl whose only interests are cats and fishes"

"WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME BODY WHY ARE YOU STUNNING AND I AM UGLY?"

"Whatever, if you just don't get it, it's useless to try and explain it"

They constantly switch out during dates, mostly because of yoru wanting to have you all to herself and asa trying to prevent that. At least you're not gonna get bored while your girlfriends literally fight for control it's kinda entertaining to watch.

Imagine cuddling with asa while she's silently and calmly nuzzling in your shoulder just for yoru to take over wrapping her arms around you and start randomly giving you hickeys.

Overall, while it's kinda hard to deal with them you also get double the love you'd normally get.

#chainsaw man x reader #yoru chainsawman #chainsaw man #chainsaw man 2 #chainsaw man 2 x reader #chainsaw man part 2 #chainsaw man part 2 x reader #yoru x reader #yoru csm #asa mitaka x reader #asa mitaka #x reader #x male reader #asa mitaka x male reader #yoru x male reader #chainsaw man 2 x male reader

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