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The Twist (Will Graham)

Description: Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.

Word count: 2,555k

He shot up in sweat panting hard, his body shaking as he panted and looked around. He constantly had nightmares about the cases he was investigating. It never got better for him. “Will, are you okay?” She asked, sitting up with him and rubbing his sweaty back. That was until she came along. His beautiful Y/N. She made everything better for him. Sure he still had nightmares but she calmed him after. “Yeah, just another one.” He said, referring to his ongoing terror. She had gotten used to it all. After all they’ve been together for years she even had a ring on her finger. “You’re okay.” She told him. They laid back down in the bed together. He let out a sigh and pulled the girl to his chest. 

Hannibal was in awe at the sight before him. He made dinner and invited Will over and Will brought a guest that wasn’t a co-worker but a woman. The woman was young, maybe 25 ish. She was beautiful and had a ring on her finger. Not just any ring but a wedding ring. He knew Will wasn’t married so why did he bring this woman to their dinner. It was then he looked at Will’s hands and saw a matching ring. Hannibal wasn’t one to be shocked but certainly was at this point. The woman and Will engaged in a deep conversation in front of him as he observed while getting the food ready. She wore a smile as the man talked. Her eyes lit up and she did look in love.

Hannibal could see that smile never grew all the way and her eyes weren’t that lit. “Well nice to meet you..” He trailed off not knowing her name. “Y/N Graham.” She said. Hannibal smiled at her. “Didn’t know Will had a wife.” He said as he eyed Will. Will looked nervous but why? “Yeah we’ve been married for 3 years.” She said. Will was older than her that Hannibal knew. She was 22 when they got married and 20 when they had began dating. Will was 6 years older than her. Hannibal was fascinated by what Y/N was saying. “You’re a very good cook.” She tells the man. He thanked her but couldn’t get passed the fact that Will was married. And why would he hide it? 

Hannibal saw more of her as the days went on. Observing her every move. She seemed to calm Will when things got bad. Though Hannibal couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. “So you have a wife and I’m just now knowing about it.” He confronted Will. “Yeah well I wanted to keep her out of my work.” Will said sipping the wine. “What work? I’m your physiatrist Will a friend even.” Will shrugged at his response. He didn’t talk about her much even when Hannibal already knew. He seemed to be avoiding the subject like it was a secret still. Hannibal decided to drop the topic and move on but kept the thought of how Will acted about her in the back of his mind. 

Will had just killed someone. He had been having these dark thoughts for awhile but he actually did it. The dogs were going wild as he killed what looked like a human dressed as an animal. Y/N shot up from their bed and looked to see that Will wasn’t in the bed. The dogs barked loudly as she got up to see what was going on. She gasped as she saw Will panting and someone on the ground. “Will?” She called out to him. He faced her with a dark look in his eyes, one she remembered seeing before. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” He tells her and walks up to her. Her body was shaking in fear and she almost ran up the stairs away from him. But she knew better than to do that. He pulled her into his chest as he sighed. She managed to relax some in his arms. “It was self defense baby, he was going to kill me.” He whispered. She sighed and fell deeper into him. Maybe everything would be alright. 

Hannibal stared at the body that Will brought him. It was the latest killer. He looked at Will and saw darkness in his eyes. Will enjoyed killing him. It was in that moment that Hannibal knew Will had a dark side that his little wife was part of. “You wanna talk about it?” 

Will’s hands were shaking as he sighed. He never told a soul about what happened. He couldn’t believe he was about to tell Hannibal. He started at the beginning of when they met:

It was 5 years ago at the store a cliche type deal. He saw her looking at dog food and deciding which one to get. She looked focused. Too focused to notice Will staring at her. “Do you need some help?” He asked her. She looked at him and smiled. At that moment he knew he was in love. “You have dogs?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah lots of them.” He tells her. He didn’t get her name that day but he secretly followed her through the store and saw what car she got into. He kept track of her after that. He knew her every move. Where she worked, what she ate and her special coffee order she would get every morning. He felt bad about what he was doing but he wasn’t going to take rejection.

Which is how she ended up tied to a chair in his basement. She was knocked out with tape covering her mouth. He sat in a chair across from her watching her for what felt like hours before she woke. She groaned as she slowly opened her eyes adjusting to the light. He watched as she looked at him and her eyes widen. “Hello beautiful.” He smiled. She remembered him. He helped her pick out dog food. She didn’t know his name. But he tied her to this chair in a basement? She didn’t care to know anything about him. “You were asleep for awhile.” He says and pushes his chair closer to her. Her eyes held the widen stare and she felt scared. What the hell was he going to do with her?

His hand reached forward and ran through her hair. She tried to flinch away from his touch and he laughed. “I wish things would have been different for us.” He whispered as his hand traveled down her body. She hated his touch and wanted to get away from it. But he got her tied up pretty good. “I should have just went up to you like a normal person but we both know that I couldn’t.” Why couldn’t he? This was crazy. He had a dark look in his eyes as he played with her some more. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him. “Oh no baby don’t cry.” He wiped her tears away. “You’ll love it here and me.” He told her so sure of it. 

It took months for her to even talk to him. He gave her good food and water and tried to get her to see that he wasn’t a monster. She knew things could be worse but still she wasn’t a fan of him either way. She cried for hours not wanting to believe that she was in this situation. Her eyes hurt from how much cried and prayed that her family came looking for her. Will sat by the basement door and listened to her cry. He felt awful for his actions but in his head he didn’t have a choice. Her sobs racked through the house and all he wanted to do was comfort her. 

“Y/N.” She whispered to him as he placed the food he made for her in front of her. He looked up at her. “What?” “My name is Y/N.” She told him. He smiled and nodded. “I’m Will.” She stayed silent as he finished setting up her dinner. She hated herself for thinking he was cute. He kidnapped her and she still thought he looked good. Though she wouldn’t imagine herself saying that outloud to him. 

After that they slowly began talking. She felt like she owed him that due to him being kind to her. He could be an asshole to her and not really feed her and abuse her. He didn’t though. He was grateful that she didn’t seem to really hate him.

It would be months before he let her outside of the basement and into the living room. He had enough trust with her that she wouldn’t try to escape. She felt like she couldn’t. He was smarter than that. She looked around at the place seeing how beautiful his house was. The dogs that he owned came and tackled her to the ground. She began laughing for the first time in months. Will was happy to hear that sound. 

She sat and watched him cook. He seemed very calm and collected it was hard to believe he had kidnapped her. He felt her eyes on him and he looked up at her. She quickly looked away. He smiled and thought it was cute. Maybe there could be something more for them. He sat down the food he made for her and she took a bite. She almost moaned at the taste. It was super good. “You know you’re a really good cook.” She tells him. “I mean my kidnapper could have been someone that was terrible at cooking.” She said. He looked at her weird and laughed. He didn’t expect her to make a joke out of the situation. “Yeah I’m sorry about that.” He said and started eating his food. “Why’d you do it then?” She asked. He looked at her. “I found you really beautiful and I guess I just couldn’t take the rejection I felt like you’d give me.” He tells her. It was the truth and she could tell. “So you find a girl pretty and you want her so instead of asking her out you kidnap her?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah I guess so.” “Well I might’ve said yes.” She tells him. She felt like in another life she would have said yes if he asked her out instead of kidnapping her. “What about now?” He asked her. 

Their first kiss happened a week later after he came home from a stressful case. He wasn’t in the mood for anything other than sleep. Though he was happy he had Y/N at home waiting for him. He opened the door and greeted the dogs and looked around. She didn’t greet him at the door. Not that he thought she should. It was after his shoes were off that she came over to him. He smiled at her and she looked at him. “Welcome Home.” was all she said. “Thanks.” was his reply. He could tell something was off with her as she never greeted him. Sure they talked a little each day but that was a big step. “You okay?” He asked her. She shrugged. She honestly didn’t think she was. She was starting to feel like she wasn’t a victim anymore. Like he saved her life and she owed him. She didn't wanna think about it but she had feelings for the man. “I’m sorry.” He said. “Then why not let me go?” She asked him. “I can’t.” “I won’t go to the police or tell anyone.” She tries to reason with him. “Yeah well I don’t know that.” He snaps at her. She looks at him shocked. He hadn’t raised his voice to her yet. “Sorry I just truly can’t help but still want you around.” He tells her. She sighs and thoughts race around her head. She got what he was saying. She felt the same way as sick as it was. She wanted him too. “I probably wouldn’t go even if you let me.” She mumbles. He heard her and his jaw dropped. She had Stockholm syndrome. He walked closer to her. “But why? Why wouldn’t you want freedom?” He asked her.

She felt stupid. She looked down for a moment. “I don’t know Will, I guess I like it here and I like you.” She tells him. He smiled at her words but knew that the reason she felt that way wasn’t okay. “I think I’m gonna let you go.” He said and walked away. She looked confused and turned to him. “What? I don’t understand you kidnap me because you wanted to date me and now that i’m telling you the feeling is mutual you want to let me go.” He sighs. “You feel that way cuz you don’t have a choice.” He tells her. She walks over to him. “You can’t tell me how to feel or why I feel the way I do.” “Y/N I put you through this and I’m sorry.” He says. She shakes her head with tears in her eyes. “Will please I love you.” He looked at her. She was sure that she loved him and she stopped denying it long ago. She cupped his face. “Please Will. I love you.” He had tears in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back immediately confirming what she said to him. He loved her too and that was all that mattered. 

Their relationship was perfect after that. She felt as if she hadn’t been kidnapped but saved. Will still wanted to keep her from the world that he was in. He didn’t want anyone in the work field knowing about her. She was able to leave the house of course but never met any of his friends or co-workers. She questioned if the man even had friends. He never talked or hung out with anyone unless it was work related. He spent most of his time with her. 

It was a year later he’d have a ring on her finger. They had a small quiet wedding that consisted of them and the dogs. Not even their parents knew that they had gotten married. Will wasn’t ashamed of her by any means. He was ashamed of what he did. Though she seemed happy in the back of their minds they knew that things would have happened differently if he didn’t kidnap her. 

Hannibal looked at the man as he told him everything. He knew that Will had a dark mind but didn’t think it was this dark. He remembered back to when she first smiled. He knew that something was off and now that he knows everything it all makes sense. Though he couldn’t help but question Will as if he wouldn’t do the same. “You kidnapped your wife?” He asked. Will nodded. “I was in a very dark place.” They both knew that wasn’t an excuse for his behavior. But Hannibal couldn’t help but praise the man before him. It was genius in his eyes. Will had the perfect love life it seemed and Hannibal couldn’t help but feel jealous. Though he didn’t know who to be jealous of more. He nodded his head and lifted up his glass of wine. “We aren’t so different after all, are we, Will?”

I didn't include the warning due to the twist of the story. I also don't know Will's exact age as I haven't finished the show yet. I just started season 3 :) Feel free to let me know his age if they ever say it and I'll update it.          

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BEAUTIFUL IS BORING

TOMURA SHIGARAKI, TŌYA TODOROKI (DABI), KEIGO TAKAMI X FEMALE READER

CONTENT ♱ COLLEGE AU, QUIRKLESS AU, PROFANITY, MISOGYNY, DRUGS, SEXUAL ASSAULT (DABI ON TOMURA), BULLYING, PUBLIC MASTURBATION, MALE MASTURBATION

THIS IS AN UNFINISHED PROJECT, AND PROBABLY WILL NEVER BE FINISHED but here it is anyway ;p

“Can I sit here?”

“I dunno’ can you?”

You draw back at his harsh tone and grating voice. He glares at you with the hint of a smile playing on his chapped lips. He was a peculiar looking fellow. His skin was pale enough to appear almost translucent like moonstone, while his hair sat a muted blue of kinked wave’s across his forehead and partly down his neck just reaching his shoulders, it would be easy to mistake him as albino if it weren’t for his leaden brows and eyelashes. His attire, bland, a black hoodie dusted in lint and white hair, his jeans sported the same but with ominous white stains sat flaking on the denim fibres.

You recollect yourself. “That’s my seat.” You gesture to the chair bowed beneath his tattered sneakers.

“You think?” He places his feet back on the ground with a simper, allowing you to settle down.

You catch how he scoffs at your colourfull stationery, murmuring something about “Women.”

“Why the fuck are you so close?” He hisses, scooting his chair to the left. You turn to him with your mouth agape, preparing to challenge his accusation with a remark of your own before the abrupt slam of a door has you both snapping your heads up to the front.

“Late again, Mr. Todoroki” Your teacher emits a long, audible breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, turning to his computer.

“Traffic was bad.” He snickers feigning an apologetic pout as he greets a blond man sat at the front, grasping his fist in a tight hug and clapping him on the back while they laugh obnoxiously.

His hair, although dishevelled, glossed in a velvety palette of stygian, the thick locks dancing like silk ribbons against the light as he bounces. His skin is decorated in swirls of black, the tantalising illustrations streaming from his jaw, down to his neck and across his arms, sleeving him in a coat of ink. The contrast of the man’s overcast appearance pales in comparison to the bewitching cerulean of his eyes, placed amongst his pierced metal features.

You find yourself gazing at the man for an exceedingly long while as he saunters to his desk, slumping down into his chair with spread knees.

Shigaraki glowers at your shameless ogling, muttering complaints.

You ignore his mumbling, instead turning to him with a keen interest. “Who is he?”

He groans at your curiosity, turning back to face the front without responding.

“Hey, who is he?” You persist, leaning over the desk to garner his attention. From this angle, you’re able to behold every inch of his features. You notice the swathes of scarlet and flaking skin along the path of his neck and surprisingly angular jaw.

He glances to the side at your hovering form. From this angle, he notices just how your plush tits spill over the rim of the desk as you curl over it, the pliant flesh moulding and squashing as you stir.

His tongue writhes in his mouth, licking over his teeth before speaking. “Dabi.” He has to refrain from visibly recoiling, not only from how you beam at the information, but at the contemptibly stomach-churning taste of his name.

You turn back to the man in questionon, brilliant half-lidded sapphires hypnotising you. He licks his lips, the metal ball of his piercing clinking as he sends an intoxicating smirk your way. You watch as he leans over to his flaxen companion, the two conversing as their eyes flicker in your direction.

“Who’s the blond?” You ask, your eyes locked on the two.

“Keigo.”

The curt answer satisfies you. You take one last look before holding up your pen, a playful smile hidden beneath your hand. Shigaraki sees this, livid at your display before speaking once again. “I’de stay away from him, if I were you.” He trails of by the last few words.

“Who?”

“Both of ‘em.”

He takes his pen back up, turning away after his ominous declaration.

“Why?” You push, intrigued by his distinct contempt towards the two men.

He doesn’t answer. Collecting his belongings, he chucks his books haphazardly into his shoddy backpack before tossing it over his shoulder. “Just stay away from them.” He leaves you bewildered as you watch him filter through the crowded exit of the classroom, the group of students parting through the middle for him as if he were a disease ridden mongrel, his static waves flouncing against his face as he shoulders past the cluster of frowning pupils.

A cold sweat accumulates on the small of Tomura’s back. Travelling down across his taint and underneath his heavy ballsack as he pumps himself feverishly — stimulation his tip with his thumb and two forefingers, massaging the swollen glands as he humps the air. The subtle, wet fap of his cock echoes within the stall he had chosen to lock himself in. Chucking his head back, intoxicated by the pleasure. He braces himself, planting his feet on the tiled floor of the bathroom as his hips speed up, stuffing his chubby dick into his palm, fisting the overstimulated appendage to climax. “Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..” He was entranced, spell-bound by you. The image of your glossy doe-eyes curtained by your long black lashes set on him, how you leant over the desk — how your fat tits practically spilled over onto his paper as you spoke to him, how you smiled at Dabi. He wanted it all to himself.

If it wasn’t clear, Tomura was not exactly popular, let alone with the ladies. You were the first ever female in his life time at this shit-hole of a school to actually give him the time of day, and not just to glare and snicker at his appearance and disturbed demeanour. He wanted more. He wanted you, dangerously.

He pleads to nobody, the hem of his hoodie clamped between his teeth while his jeans are shimmied to his mid thigh. Normally when he’d choose to masturbate in public he’d only ever expose himself as much as necessary, pulling his hardened cock out from the slit of his zipper to pump himself.

He couldn’t risk blowing his load all over the place, but then again..

“Come on, come on. Cum. Cum.” He chants to himself in a frenzy as though he was motivating the arrival of his orgasm, one harsh stroke after another.

“Yo! Tomura!”

The harsh crash of a fist swinging against the flimsy door startles Tomura, the abrupt spike of adrenaline causing ropes of milky white shooting from his puckered slit across his lap, squirting onto the floor. He grasps onto the side of the toilet seat, hitting it for relief as he twitches in a disturbed state of orgasmic euphoria. Squeezing his eyes shut as he grinds his teeth into the cloth of his hoodie.

“Stop jerking off your little pencil maggot and get out here.” Tomura flinches at the husky voice of the man stood outside, no doubt with his vexing accomplice.

He quickly tucks his softening member into his boxers, zipping his jeans up over the pudgy bulge of his cock and balls while he clumsily slips and slides in his own semen, the rubber sole of his sneakers squeaking in the slippery mess.

“Tomur—aaaa.. come out, come out.” Keigo sing songs, joining Dabi in his endeavour to beat the bathroom door down before Tomura has a chance to open it.

“Fuck, just a wait a second you pricks, I’m coming!” Tomura growls, cringing at the milky sheen coating his fingers as he mops the floor clean with the cheap, school grade toilet paper hung from the wall.

Dabi and Keigo halt in their ministrations, turning to each other with equally foul grins as they chuckle to themselves at his miscommunication.

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Dabi sniggers.

Tomura groans, roughly swinging the bathroom door open, missing Keigo by an inch as he jumps back, curling his brows. He shoulders past the two, his nose wrinkled in discomfort after having his orgasm ruined. He makes no effort to acknowledge either of them as he looms over the sink, scrubbing at his hands beneath the tepid stream of water. His eyes flicker up to meet Dabi’s fiendish stare, flinching as he sees a tattooed hand raise from his side.

“So..”

“You got the stuff?”

A heavy arm slings itself around Tomura’s boney shoulders, jostling his frail body side to side. Keigo stalks nearer to the scene with an equally hedonistic smirk plastered across his handsome face.

“Yeah, yeah. Just gimme’ a second, fuck.” Dabi is shrugged off as Tomura rummages through the adjacent slot of his backpack, carefully pulling out a miniature zip-lock bag stuffed with a snowy white dust.

“Holy shit.” The plastic is swiped out of Tomura’s pinched fingers instantly. Keigo raises it in the air, squinting at the powder through the rays of artificial white light.

While Dabi leaves Keigo to his drug-addicted, junkie shenanigans, he saunters closer to Tomura’s hunched form, staring at him through slitted eyes.

Tomura shifts under his scrutinising gaze. “What?”

“Who’s your new girlfriend then, Shiggy?”

“What?”

He sounds like a broken record.

Dabi chuckles, popping the joints in his fingers. “Don’t play dumb with me, Shigs.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, I don’t even know the bitch.”

Keigo appears on the scene like clock work, weaselling himself in next to Dabi, still clutching the non licet packet in his fist. “Woah, Tomura finally got a girlfriend?” He claps him on the back, a little to roughly for his liking as he’s almost sent forward on his feet. “Congrats man! I always knew it’d happen one day.” Keigo grins. “Now you can stop fuckin’ your fist ev—”

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend!” A set of crooked fingers raise to claw at his slender neck.

“Ah, we’re just messing with ya’ Shigs.” Dabi exhales. “But she’s pretty cute, no? Nice tits.”

Tomura grumbles and huffs under his breath, slowly sinking into the cotton of his hoodie. “I don’t care..”

“Sure ya’ do.” Keigo hovers in-front of him like a pesky fly while Dabi shadows him from behind, hooking to thick forearms underneath his.

“Bet’cha dicks all hard just thinking about it.” The two howl with boyish laughter as a tattooed hand comes down to squeeze Tomura’s bulge, jiggling the sizeable package in his palm.

Tomura thrashes in his hold. “Fuck off!”

The moment Dabi retracts, he’s cupping his crotch defensively. “Prick.”

By time Tomura’s managed to cool himself down from the direct assault, both men are slinking out of the bathroom with a curt flick of Dabi’s wrist.

“See ya, Shigs.”

Dabi stops in his tracks, allowing Keigo to glide past. “And don’t go talkin’ to any bitches without my permission, yeah?”

The way his figure slumps into the seat with a zealous glide has you perking.

“How come you’re so hap—”

The mismatch of red to yellow has you frowning.

“Hey, there.” Keigo props an elbow onto the desk, and with that, a chin in his palm, sleazing a lop-sided smile.

“Oh. It’s you.” You twirl and twist your pen in between your fingers.

His tongue darts out to wet the rosy, plumpness of his lips. “Disappointed?” Golden eyes squint at you from the creases of his seemingly never-ending grin.

“No, I—”

He shifts closer with a chuckle. “Excited?”

The corners of your mouth quirk up into a curt smile at his incessancy. “I’m not supposed to talk to you.”

He cocks his head like a raptor.

“According to who?”

The way you drift, scanning your surroundings as you attempt to think up a valid answer has his brows slanting.

“Come on, I ain’t gonna’ bite ya.” He leans forward, spidering a hand across the spine of your chair. “Unless you’re into that kinda’ thing.”

Warmth prickles the surface of your cheeks at his bold innuendo and proximity.

You can’t help but admit it makes you feel hot under the collar, being practically cornered and squished and squeezed between the ridge of your desk and Keigo’s pumped, muscular arms snaking around your back.

You’re unaccustomed to the scent of heavy sandalwood and spice. You’ve been sat next to Tomura in this god-forsaken class room for so long. You forgot what it’s like to be in the space, in the company, of a real man. A handsome man, a good-looking, charming, athletic, lady’s kind of man.

You trace his sharp features, where an exotic, smooth tropical caramel replaces rough, pale milky-white skin. Where sunset streaks of thick, flaxen copper and wheat replace threaded, creeping white tresses of silver locks. And slitted, rusted golds of pooling honey over-shadow deep, blood-red crimson rubies.

He’s handsome, that’s a given. He probably has women of all ages fawning, falling, tripping all over him. Begging to be taken out on a date just to be seen with him, or at the very least, to suck on his cock, for that teensy bit of stardom.

But he’s definitely not him.

“Get out of my seat.”

Two sets of eyes snap up to address the raspy croak. Shifting to meet Tomura’s stoic gaze.

“Oh, hey there Shiggy.” Keigo’s still smiling with those pearly white teeth, even making a point to slouch back even further into Tomura’s chair. “How’ve you been? I was just talk to your g—”

“I don’t care. Move.”

Keigo’s expression is unwavering, despite the sudden gloom that creeps behind his eerie grin like a dark storm-cloud.

“Now.”

Keigo unravels his crossed legs and leaps from his position within two beats, tutting.

“Sure thing, buddy.” A lazy hand rests atop the frail bones of Tomura’s shoulder, gripping and digging into the delicate surface. His petalled lips move to whisper into Tomura’s ear with a hushed growl. “Was just keeping it warm for ya.”

Tomura rolls the balled joint, shaking Keigo’s clawed hand off of him before collapsing into the chair with an incoherent grumble

“Hi, Tomura.”

“What?”

You click your tongue at his shifty antics, opting to turn back to the front.

“Why were you talking to him?”

“I wasn’t, he came ov—”

He scoffs, not even sparing you a second glance. “I told you to stay away from him.”

“Yeah, but I—”

“Just don’t talk to him. Or Dabi, they’re bad.”

“Bad, how?”

“They’ll hurt you.”

“And how do you know?”

The way his boney fingers tangle themselves into the cotton of his hood has you frowning “I just do.”

You find it best to just leave it there, as is. “How come come you’re late?” The way you cock your head has him feeling queasy.

“None of your fuckin’ business.” He grunts, adjusting the pudge of his crotch before folding his arms against his stomach and sinking down into his seat, the length of his spread legs completely encompassing the space beneath the desk.

You’re addled by how large he really is in comparison. Were is thighs always that thick, or had his pants just shrunk? He never takes his hoodies off so you’re in the dark about what kind of big, bulging muscles he could have under there. All it takes is a quick glance to your right to notice those veiny bear paws gripping his pen for dear life. His fingers are lithe and crooked, like they’d been broken again and again, whereas his knuckles were bruised all the same. A wall puncher perhaps? You already knew he had a bit of a temper.

UNFINISHED.

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Hey, don't cry. Hot 50+ year old men wearing tight shirts, okay?

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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tbh i think im an all of the above girl

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josh futturman / reader

A/N: Set during season 1, episode 12. Had to change a couple of details so it made sense. Divider by @/saradika.

You lay on Joosh’s bed, sheets changed after Wolf’s accidents while kicking his cocaine addiction. The big, red SIN sign shines above you in the dark, quiet room. All you hear is the soft, rhythmic sound of the shower of the en suite bathroom. This is nice, you think. If it weren’t for all the worrying about the future of humanity you’d dare to say it’s perfect. You can close your eyes and imagine yourself back in your timeline, in Josh’s bedroom, talking about whatever while you play videogames. Now Tiger and Wolf are out there in the sewers getting ready to take down Dr. Kronish by any means necessary, and your guilt is eating you alive like a myrm. Whatever that is. If only you could come up with another plan...

You feel bad for Josh, too. To be dumped into a promising version of your life, only to find out your friends work for you and your bae Destiny is actually just a voluptuous sex doll... You couldn’t be too mad about the latter one, though. It took only a couple of weeks since meeting Josh to develop a crush on him, and before you knew it, you were watching him finish Biotic Wars and getting sucked into the year 1969 with the mission to save the future from a eugenicist power. It was no time to indulge in romance, but it didn’t stop you from daydreaming a little from time to time.

You hadn’t considered what your life looked like now, and you’d rather not think about it. Who knows what else you had all changed in your failed attempts to fix things?

Josh had come back with a stain on his cream sweatshirt and a frown on his face that told you all you needed to know about his visit to his parents. After a short, polite exchange, you decided to leave it alone for the time being and left him to wash off.

You’re about to fall asleep on the soft pillows when you hear a door creak.

“Josh?” you whisper to yourself, but your slow heartbeat starts picking up speed when you see the all too familiar face standing in the hallway.

“Well who are you?”  he says in a pleasantly surprised tone as he slowly takes his jacket off and throws it on the white plastic chair beside you.

Oh no, you think. If Josh is in the shower, this means... This is bad...

“Uhmm, Jooooosh?!” You get up quickly but cautiously from the bed and start making way for the bathroom while staying as far away from him as possible.

“It's pronounced Joosh, sweetheart, but please, call me JFutz.”

You slap the bathroom door, but the noise is drowned by the water and the rainforest sound effects. There’s no plan, no protocol you can advise. You had never even considered you could meet other versions of yourselves while traveling through time.

“Don’t get shy now, did you start us a shower?”

“Josh??!!” you scream and hit the door, this time more impatiently.

“What? Aren't you happy to see me? Isn't that why you broke into my crib? Get a glimpse of The Futz in the flesh?” he said with a cocky smirk.

Fuck it, you thought. This is more important than modesty. You barge into the bathroom doing your best to look away from Josh’s naked body as he turns around and scans his own face at the doorway, horrified.

“JFutz.” he says to himself. Joosh seems taken aback, but his reaction is more collected than you expected.

“Hmm... Who sent you? Bamboo Union? Ghost Shadows?”

“Who?” you ask.

“Clone assassin? Sweet thing to distract me? It’s brilliant. Leave it to the Triads.” His confidence was getting old really fast.

“I’m— I— Wait, what?” Josh responds, and you quickly realize he knows even less about how to handle this situation.

“Hachi machi!” Joosh’s eyes drift downwards and yours follow. “They told me it was impossible,” he follows up, and you almost choke.

“Hey!” Josh claps twice to catch the attention of both of you. “Eyes up here! You’re an asshole! How could you do that to our parents?”

“‘Our’ parents?” He chuckles. “Don’t try to get in my head, clone. You tell your bosses I ain’t throwing no tournaments. There’s a little thing called integrity when it comes to e-sports. Doesn’t matter how much they try to seduce me,” he says while looking you up and down, “or intimidate me,” he adds scanning Josh’s member once again. “And that thing is intimidating.”

“Dude, I’m not your clone assassin. I’m from another timeline, only where I come from I have this dick, but I’m not a dick.”

He lets out an amused hum. “Nice line, fake me” he says before he picks up an energy drink from the minifridge in the bathroom, “but I’ve been up for 39 hours straight and I’m still going strong.” He chugs it down and throws the empty can across the floor.

“Oh, God,” you say.

“I would probably cut back on the JOOSH, Joosh,” adds Josh.

“It’s JFutz, bitch.”

He squares up and you two panic for a second. You didn’t want it to come to this, but, sooner than you can react, Josh spins and hits him square in the face.

“Ow! Did you just slap my nose? Oh, no, no. Big mistake!” he yells right as he charges for Josh, slipping on the wet floor. His head hits the hard border of the shower, and blood starts pooling around it. You both gasp.

“We killed JFutz!”

“We?! Who’s we?!”

After a silent pause, you look at the tiled wall. “Can you cover yourself up, please? That's so scary.”

“Oh, of course.” He grabs a hand towel and lays it on Joosh’s face. It wouldn’t be right to say out loud, but he likes to think he can protect you. After the day he’s had, he needs the win. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited this morning to see his other self’s girlfriend to get his ego boost, but you’ve both been through so much together already and he was really hoping to impress you. It hasn’t worked out very well.

“No, not that. Your dick.”

“Oh,” he hastily tries to cover himself with his hands before he grabs an embroidered bathrobe and puts it on. Did you really think his dick was scary? If anything he would have thought—

“Man, he was so desperate. It was like he'd never got any female attention before... So sad...”

“Yeah, I- I know...” he answers with his hands on his hips.

“What a pathetic man...”

“Yep—” He clears his throat.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Joshy.”

Joshy, okay, he thinks. Back in the game.

“We should take him out of here... This isn’t right.” It was still Josh. From another timeline, but it was him, with his cute nose, his warm hazel eyes, and... Is that an earring? You couldn’t bear to leave him like that. “Josh?” You look back at him and he seems strangely calm.

“I think I’ve got a plan. I know how we can take down the Kronitorium.” 

Finally, you think. Hope. There are no words for how relieved you are. You can save Tiger and Wolf, you can still fix things and make it out alive. You’re so happy you could kiss him. And you do. Your hands cup his cheeks as your lips merge, his following your example. He’s softer than you’d imagined and tastes like mint toothpaste. After a couple of seconds, you break apart, still holding on to each-other.

“What was that for?” he asks, breathless.

You smile at him and shrug. It’s good enough for him, because you’re perfect. You’re perfect and you kissed him. And now you get to save the world together. 

Thank you for reading!

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the thing about future man is they fr just made josh hutcherson the most pathetic sopping wet cringefail loser ever and added time travel. and goddamnit i love every second

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Dancing (Mike Schmidt x reader)

this is honestly SO FREAKING SHORT. but i was scrolling through pinterest and saw this silly little prompt and went “awh, mike :(((“

also, i have a story on wattpad (fem reader) if yall are interested;) ((@/RatCheild))

“May I have this dance?” Mike asks, holding out his hand for you to take. He has a beautiful grin on his face that made yours flush.

You had went to work with him after he had begged for you to tag along. His job was easy- make sure no intruders get in. When you had arrived there, he pushed a VHS into the player and music had filled the unusually still air. It was one of your favorite slow songs. One you had mentioned to him off-handedly. You never expected him to remember, yet- here he was. One hand was stretched out for you to take while the other was around his back.

“I dunno. Should I dance with my super awesome boyfriend? Even after he drug me to work with him?” You teasingly put a finger to your chin and looked at the ceiling, causing Mike to scoff playfully.

“Oh, Y/N, you can’t tease me like this, darling.” Mike walked forward, wrapping his arm around your waist. He pulls you close to his body, his hands now resting on your hips while your arms snaked around his neck to form a magnificent slow dance.

The two of you slowly danced around the room, sharing soft pecks here and there. One of his hands slowly climb up your body to rest on your cheek. He gazes into your eyes lovingly as you slowly come to a stop.

“Y/N, I really miss you when you’re not here. I wish you would come to work with me more often.” He nuzzles into your neck, leaving his hand on the opposite cheek.

You smile at this gesture, “I might have to come more often if you surprise me with this. You’re quite the charmer when you wanna be.”

“Anything to keep you happy, love.” He looms up into your eyes, a warm smile coating his lips.

You lean in and peck him on the lips, “I’m so glad you’re sweet.”

“Only for you,” he winks at you.

#wonder if be can spend 5 nights with me #oh what id do for him #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf mike #fnaf movie #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #x reader #fan fiction #one shot #slow dancing

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*through gritted teeth* it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be-

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The feminine urge to not finish a book because I'm emotionally attached to it and don't want it to be over.

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So I just finished reading The Song of Achilles, and forgive me if I'm stating the obvious but . . .

About two thirds of the way in, Thetis tells the boys that there is a new prophecy, that "the best of Myrmidons will die before two more years have passed." And at first they're afraid that it's Achilles, but then Thetis tells them that he will be alive when it happens

The first time I read this, I didn't understand. It was only when I read that passage again, after knowing what happens, that I realized the prophecy was about Patroclus

The book even acknowledges it later on, when Briseis is saying goodbye to him . . . "'Best of men. Best of Myrmidons.' She places her fingers to my lips, stopping my objection. 'It is truth,' she says. 'Let it stand for once.'"

In the first half of the book, a lot of Patroclus's pov is dedicated to describing how beautiful and amazing Achilles is. And when you see how ordinary and pathetic Patroclus makes himself look in comparison, you almost start to wonder why Achilles loves him in the first place

But Patroclus was the best of all of them, even better than Achilles. No one else had his kindness, his tenderness, his unwavering care for others

And Achilles knew this. Further on, Briseis says that Patroclus was worth ten of him, and Achilles doesn't disagree

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yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) hcs + sharing a darling

TITLE: " YOURS, MINE, OURS " — navi.

A/N: this is set after the manga's ending but there are no spoilers. :) i promise i'm working on reqs, i kinda just had this sitting around so i decided to finish it! (skull)

PAIRING: yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) x reader

CHARACTERS: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke (not specified but aged-up)

☆ you're so in trouble if you manage to get all three of them to fall for you.

☆ it all began when you stumbled upon tanjiro's humble adobe, hidden within the thick foliage at the top of a mountain. you're severely injured from an unlucky scavenging accident and have managed to venture quite aways from your hometown. with a fractured arm and multiple bleeding wounds, you didn't think you'd make it far enough to find anyone for miles. that is, until you impede upon the lives of three oddly powerful men living in the middle of nowhere. aren't you lucky?

☆ at first, you weren't sure how they were going to react to a random woman appearing on their doorstep begging for help. however, they were surprisingly open and welcoming—tanjiro and zenitsu were, anyway. inosuke, not so much. in the following weeks, you get to know them a little better and they allow you to stay in their home until your arm heals up. you offer to help around the house in order to level the debt you owe them for basically saving your life but, sweetly (or strangely) enough, you're instructed to sit still and rest while they take care of you.

☆ tanjiro has the most potential to be your favorite because of how kindly he treats you. he was the one who initially bandaged up your wounds, cooked your meals, and even washed your hair when you couldn't reach due to your fractured arm. it's embarrassing, but tanjiro is very respectful of where he touches you, as well as where his eyes wander. needless to say, he dotes on you the most and is overall such a sweetheart. he's very attentive to your needs and often knows what you want before you say it; he's observant and mindful of your likes and dislikes. you find comfort in his presence and he gives surprisingly good advice.

☆ he's technically the "man of the house," as it's literally his house, and he truly does act like it. he spends a surprising amount of time chopping wood to make charcoal to sell in the town that sits at the base of the mountain. you feel hesitant to ask if you can accompany him while he works—you already feel like a burden with how much he does for you, but he never seems annoyed by you, ever. though, he only allows you outside as long as you promise to sit in the shade and not walk off on your own without his or the others' supervision. it's a bit... extreme considering the scale of your injuries, but you've learned to do as he says. tanjiro is just looking out for you; you're so grateful to him.

☆ you already know that zenitsu would immediately try to wife you up. out of all of them, he is by far the most clingy and possessive. when you're not around, he cries because he misses you. when you are around, he cries because he doesn't want you out of his sight. due to his tendency to be loud and expressive, zenitsu is never, ever ashamed to constantly fill your head with sweet compliments (he has no shame, actually). most of the time he'll ask to hold your hand or hug you—he needs to have some kind of skinship with you in order to be satisfied. he does try to show off for you but he's often outshined by inosuke, who enjoys one-upping him while doing even the most menial tasks.

☆ sometimes if he gets too grabby-feely you have to smack him away, but any attention from you is good attention to him. he has a weird way of worming himself into your heart. zenitsu is always the one who cheers you up when you're bummed out about your injuries, or if you're feeling particularly homesick. he's constantly doing silly things to make you laugh or just react to him in any way; he'll even go as far as hurting himself (dramatically crying over a paper cut or a minor scrape..) in order to keep your attention on him. he loves it when you pat his hair or reciprocate his affections, even if it's just for a little bit. a total [y/n] hog!

☆ inosuke is very ignorant when it comes to romance. at first he tried to fight you to assert his dominance and superiority, but after realizing you were injured, he promised to at least "wait until the woman was healed" after much persuading from tanjiro. though clumsy in his advances towards you, he's earnest and genuine; he's never afraid to tell you what/how he's feeling in any given moment. that being said, he may blurt things out that fluster you ("TAKE OFF YOUR STUPID CLOTHES, WOMAN!"). generally, inosuke is never trusted with you when it comes to doing the delicate things like cooking or cleaning, but he does give you piggyback rides literally everywhere and anywhere. he's rather bashful in his own way.

☆ inosuke likes it when you're close to him—preferably with as little layers as possible—as he's sensitive to touch and finds it comforting to feel your warmth against his. and even though he gets your name wrong sometimes, he does try really, really, hard to remember it. he even offered that you write it on his loincloth so he doesn't forget (what a sweetie!). he gives you "gifts" that he finds when he's out training in the forest, like a pretty looking rock or anything that resembles a flower (he once unknowingly uprooted a clump of weeds for you). everything about romance is new to him, so he wordlessly relies on you to guide him a lot.

☆ when it comes to sharing, the three men have a very difficult time. they devised a plan to alternate which days you'll spend with who and for how long. you tried to question why you can't all just hang out together, but they protested so strongly that you'd think you said something cursed. tanjiro tends to be the voice of reason, but zenitsu can also be (ir)rational in his own way. for example, he'll totally agree that you should be able to pick who you want to hang out with but point to himself as the best choice when the others aren't looking. inosuke doesn't like to share at all, so he throws a tantrum every day that he isn't the one who gets to spend time with you. leave it to zenitsu to hold him back while tanjiro guides you away with a sheepish smile.

☆ as your injuries heal up, everyone does their fair share in helping you around and catering to your needs. need to change your bandages? tanjiro insists that he should do it. oh, you said you liked that sunflower in the backyard that one time? inosuke's gonna pick them all for you! wait, your body is sore from doing the physical therapy exercises they force you to do? don't worry, zenitsu will be there with lots of hugs, massages, and warm towels! honestly, they spoil you to the point of it being overwhelming.

☆ and overwhelming it certainly becomes. by the time your wounds are healed and your fractured arm is out of its makeshift cast, you pitch your idea of going back to your hometown to them during dinner one evening. you express your immense gratitude to them, saying you don't know how you'll ever be able to repay them in any meaningful way, but you will definitely come visit often. when you're finished, the silence that follows is absolutely deafening.

☆ zenitsu starts wailing not even five seconds after you're done talking and inosuke results to shouting unintelligible words at you. you sit there with your mouth agape as both men show their distaste to your idea in their own ways. you look to tanjiro for help, who remains eerily calm with crossed arms and closed eyes, but he simply says nothing. zenitsu grabs onto the bottom of your yukata, yelling through snot and tears, "[y/n]-chaaaannn!! you can't leave us!!" inosuke looks like he's ready to explode with the way veins are bulging from his neck and arms. it seems like he's ready to pounce on you if you move away from the table.

☆ "[y/n]-chan," tanjiro suddenly sighs, his voice serious yet gentle as if talking to a child. "are you sure you want to go? maybe it's best if you stayed a while longer. you still aren't healed enough to make the trip down the mountain."

☆ you frown at the suggestion, not sure why you would stay when you feel like you're pretty much back to full health already. "well..." you trail off as zenitsu nearly squeezes the breath out of you, now clinging to your waist and burying his face into your obi. you pat his head with a sad smile; of course you don't want to leave your new friends behind. they've been kind to you but it's about time that you got back to your old life now. your family must be worried sick.

☆ "it's dangerous out there, what if you get hurt again? we aren't going to be there to help you," tanjiro then motions towards the other two, who are sulking at the thought of you leaving. "look at how riled up zenitsu and inosuke are. we've done so much for you and you're just going to leave? don't you like living with us?" tanjiro looks... annoyed. frustrated, even. it's the first time you've ever seen him look like that; you don't understand what the negativity is all about. shouldn't they be happy you're getting out of their hair?

☆ you look up at him, unsure of how to answer. in a way, he's right, but surely you can't stay here forever. your eyes shift from tanjiro, to zenitsu, and finally to inosuke, who's gone awfully quiet after his initial outburst of anger just a few minutes ago. "i'm sorry, everyone. and you're right, tanjiro, you all have done so much for me... zenitsu and inosuke... really, like i said, i don't know how to repay you. " the hand that's stroking zenitu's head drops to your side and he whines at your withdrawal.

☆ another voice suddenly chimes in. "i know how you can repay us." to your surprise, it's inosuke's baritone rasp that draws everyone's attention. he had taken his boar mask off in order to eat, so his devious smile isn't obscured by anything. you can almost feel your heart sink into your stomach at what he says next.

☆ in short, in exchange for saving your life, they also wanted to keep and control it. after that night, they refused to let you leave the house and you're constantly guarded by one of them to ensure that you don't try to make a run for it. you're incredibly miserable but tanjiro still gives you those sweet smiles of his, zenitsu still clings to you like a koala, and inosuke still spoils you with "gifts" and piggyback rides. nothing's changed except the fact that they somehow treat you better than before.

☆ you're told to not resist their advances and to simply give in to their vying for your love and attention. that's right, just let them take care of you, okay?

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Ready Player 1 ? - Shigaraki x reader

18+ MDNI | masturbation, praise , video chats, crack-humor

most would consider it unwise for a girl like you to be in these chat rooms due to the questionable discourse and rather infamous patrons, but girls just wanna have fun right ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: saw an old couple today, could be me and shig but he’s playing ☹️

user2345: i think you mean planning* as in planning world domination and torment of quirkless losers like you.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh sweetheart you’ll never get any pussy if you keep acting like one

user3333: damn bro, you gonna take that ?

user2345: who gives a shit about some villain groupie ?

user2345: she keeps her mouth so full of cum that it’s starting to affect her whore brain.

user2345: do you really think the true leader of the new world would make time for some dumb cunt like you ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: there’s probably a higher chance of tomura shigaraki and i living happily ever after than there is of ANY woman even looking in your direction.

this was a normal friday night, you simping over shigaraki in the forums and clapping back at the misogynistic incels that hid behind their keyboards in their mothers’ basements. but there was one guy that always stood up for you whenever the idiots got too out of hand. he was also a moderator so he had no problems blocking them.

the two of you would dm off and on about life , thoughts on hero society, hobbies , etc. from your chats you gathered that he didn’t walk that straight and narrow but that didn’t mean much to you. he would sometimes tease your about your crush on shigaraki and your general taste in men.

finalboss: honestly, what kind of girl likes a criminal?; who knows what kind of twisted shit the guys into— you’re not even a villain.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you know nothing jon snow

finalboss: that reference just confirmed btw

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i’ll have you know that my beloved is a certified otaku fantasy nerd.

finalboss: oh yeah ? and how’d you obtain such info ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i run 3 stan accounts on twitter and i belong to a shiggy fan club 🥹

finalboss: 😃

finalboss: seek help

finalboss: 😃

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you wound me ☹️

finalboss: i’ll just leave that too your Prince Charming lol

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh lord , did you see the footage of his latest attack ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: he was dressed like a whoreee 😩😩

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: tits just out for my viewing pleasure

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: shigaraki is my shepherd, he know what i want.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: wanna suck on those sugar nips and call him mommy

finalboss: you get weirder and weirder every time we chat

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: that means we’re becoming besties ㅤ♡ ︎

finalboss: ♡ ︎

it was nice having someone to talk to about your secret obsession, it’s not like your “real life” friends would understand. the two of you had carved out your own little piece of the internet to goof around in. he never disclosed much information about himself and typically kept the conversations focused on you, but you still felt an undeniable bond to this faceless stranger.

then he ghosted you.

weeks went by without a word from your friend. he no longer defended you in the forums and he didn’t respond to any of your dms. you’d started to get worried that he may have been arrested or worse. and at the three month mark you’d finally given up hope that you’d ever hear from your friend again. but then the unexpected happened.

finalboss is requesting to video chat.

this was completely out of character but after months with no word, you were desperate to hear from your friend.

you were prepared to chew him him out for abandoning you. thinking of all the ways you could insult him while simultaneously expressing your need for his comfort and company. but your mind went blank when the grainy screen loaded into the pixelated image of your companion.

whispy tendrils fell from his bun, framing the sculpted planes of his handsome face. his lips were dry, slightly chapped, with the only lubrication being the sheen of saliva left by the slow drag of his tongue. bloodied eyes bore into your own leaving you breathless and dazed.

“hey bestie”

his voice was low and raspy, almost like a whisper. a deep rumbling that echoed in your ear drums. it was oddly hypnotic. he was absolutely mesmerizing.

tomura chuckled into the camera, showing flashes of perfectly white teeth. he leans back into the chair, a hand on the back of his neck showcasing a broad chest and toned abs.

“didn’t expect you to be this quiet, bestie. is my outfit not slutty enough for you ? i could always take these off…” his hand fell from his neck to rest and the waistband of his black jeans.

you remained speechless, eyes glued to the light dusting of hair below his belly button.

more laughter and shifting. now you were met with the glorious girth of shigaraki’s cock clenched tightly in his fist. the darkened tip oozed a sparkling trail of pre that spilled down his length. his thumb swiped the fluid to spread over his veiny member.

“c’mon , doll. don’t leave me hanging” he teased, squeezing his fist upwards to produce more pre. “i thought you wanted to be my ‘mc’ ? seems more like an npc if you ask me”.

“y-you’re him” you stammered, eyes following the slow drag of his fist. “you’re tomura shigaraki”.

“in the flesh” he teased, shooting a wink that went directly between your legs. “well kinda, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. sorry i’ve been away so long, but you’d wait forever for me won’t you , perfect girl ?”

your nod was automatic. robotic even. you’d moved closer to the screen, completely engrossed by his ministrations.

“anything for you beyon—shiggy”

you both laughed at that. he appreciated your humor, especially with all the drama in his day to day. even in def con simp mode and being ghosted didn’t stop you from being undeniably you. that’s probably why he was as obsessed with you as you were with him.

“i know we probably have alot to discuss but todays been kind of shitty and i’d really like to explore our final fantasies”.

you snorted, “that was really bad , shig”.

he shrugged, “i’m a villain, not a comedian, beloved. “now show me that perfect little pussy”.