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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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So, you're the newest addition to Task Force 141 and you Make a Move on one of the boys. How will they react?

Johnny Soap MacTavish: With utter glee. "Took ya long enough, lass! Thought you'll never shoot your shot!" He'll announce with amusement. Our perky Scotsman is an absolute Sexpot - and he knows it. He is also a master of Living in the Moment aka Seizing the Day. Rules and regulations be damned. "So what do you say?" He'll ask, filling your personal space with all that muscle and clasping those strong hands around your waist. "Wanna go on a date first…" Johnny wiggles his painterly eyebrows. "...Or shall we skip to the good part?"

Ghost: When you confessed that you'd like to spend some time with him in private, he didn't seem thrilled. As is usual case with Ghost, he didn't seem like caring one way or another. All you got in the way of a reaction was his hand, holding the cigarette and now stilled halfway to his mouth. He threw you one of his Stares - Simon Riley's eyes are as beautiful as they are cryptic, you've never been able to read those dark peepers surrounded by white, seemingly frosted eyelashes of dizzying length. Then he muttered something under his breath and walked away. You didn't hear a word from him for the next three days, apart from work orders anyway. Disappointment and embarrassment tormented you in turns. You were silently cursing your big, reckless mouth. On the fourth day he approached you as if nothing had ever happened and said: "Allright". "Allright what, Sir?.." You asked, dumbfounded. "I agree. We should fuck."

Gaz: Oh, this beautiful boy. Out of the whole squad he's probably the one best adapted to Living in a Society. He reacts as any sensible man would: with a charming smile, a proud, joyful gleam in his eye, a trace of a blush almost. "Gosh, Private, really…Me? Well, girl, you got outstanding taste." "Don't I know it," you answer boldly. "Look, babe," he says in a hushed voice, coming closer and putting his hands on your shoulders, "Cap will rip my head off and piss in my neck if he finds out that I'm fooling around with a subordinate...so we're gonna have to be extra careful, 'kay? Can you promise me that?" You nod enthusiastically. This is so exciting!

Captain Price: So you like to live dangerously. There is no safe way that you can Put the Moves on your commander. You know that...right? On the other hand - if you're gonna break the rules, break them hard and break them for good. Tell him that you desire him. That you can't stop thinking about him. Pick a moment when the rest of the guys won't be within a kilometer radius. Say your line and look into those hard, cloudy sky-coloured eyes which have just grown big and round with shock. "Kid," says Price, his voice suddenly a little breathy, which is oh so hot: "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" "Only for you, Sir." Flutter those eyelashes. Come on, lay it on thick. It's been some time since anyone has thrown themselves at the old man. He will sigh the mother of all sighs, then drag one hand across his tired face. "I am you commanding officer." "That you are, Sir." He will come closer, both hands behind his back. Then he'll reach out and gently, oh, so gently touch your cheekbone. "You do realize tha' I could tell you to pack up and send your arse home?" His voice is very meticulously level, but you can feel the volcano bubbling underneath. "I do, Sir. But I just couldn't live a lie. I want you." That boldness will earn you another sigh - this time more ragged. He'll trace his finger over your upper lip, say: "Well fuck me sideways..." like a man who has just experienced a miracle - and then John Price will embrace you in a kiss, shameless, deep and hungry.

This man has been criminally touch starved. Congratulations, you'll have your hands full from now on. Not to mention your…other regions.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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Good Boy, Mr. Officer

"What's...whaaat's happening?" the cop's previously measured words slurred as my hypnosis took effect. He had just been telling me off for tagging a government building, but I wasn't upset when he caught me with the spray paint. I was excited! "Good boy, Mr. Officer," I purr, changing the thoughts in his head, "We're becoming best friends..."

"...best...friends..." the cop repeats vacantly.

"Holy crap, dude! No way you hypnotized a cop!" one of my buddies yells as I walked down the alley.

I drag my policeman behind me like he's a little kid. "Told you I was a master hypnotist. This pig will do anything we tell him now!"

Each of my friends get closer to see the stunned officer. His eyes are kind of glazed, but otherwise he seems completely coherent and willing to be here. He's simply looking at each one of my friends with indifference, like he's cool with them if I am.

"Make him do something," one of them said, poking the stomach of my hypnotized subject.

"Do it yourself," I retort, and then turn to the cop "Mr. Officer you'll obey all these guys."

"Yes, sir," he gives me a comprehending nod.

They all gasp and excitedly chatter about what they want to make him do first. Meanwhile the policeman stands placidly in front of them, completely blank faced while they decide his fate.

"Oink!"

The cop of course begins oinking like a pig in the most lifeless of voices. Nevertheless, my friends find it absolutely hilarious. They're so entertained by the cop making a pig sound every few seconds, that it takea them awhile to stop cracking up about it.

"Let's make him rob someone for us!" my friend suddenly blurts out.

"Sounds cool," I say, playing with the pudgy rear of the cop out of my friends' view, "But first, he needs to lick my shoes clean. Go on!"

"Yes, sir."

"Damn! That idiot really will do anything we want!" they gasp as the cop dropped to his hands and knees.

He pulls off my shoes and starts meticulously cleaning them with his tongue like it's a completely normal thing to do. My friends all cringe, but I'll admit that I kind of like seeing the officer act stupid in front of us. I'm already getting more ideas for how I can make the man degrade himself in private.

"Alright, Mr. Officer," one of my buddies laughs, kicking the cop in the rear to get his attention, "Grab your gun and go steal someone's wallet. Make sure no one sees you!"

"Yes, sir," the cop pulls his tongue off my sneakers and climbs up. He calmly unholster his weapon. I watch him march out of the alleyway, intent on robbing some poor guy of his cash. All I can do was hope my hypnotized officer won't screw this up. I want to have some fun with him tonight after my friends have get bored with him.

Money is great, but entertainment is better...

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #gay mind control

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chichikoi · 5 months

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oppulent.

pairing: diluc x gn! reader

fandom: genshin impact

trope(s): marriage of convenience, implied enemies to lovers

warnings: crack. mentions of thick fingers (sobs), reader has a teasing personality, workplace romance.

a/n: whoever thought it'd be a good idea to give me a functioning brain and a keyboard *sighs wistfully*. this is peak delusion, please try to enjoy, and bear with me.

Diluc scrutinized the ring in his hand, his brow furrowing in subtle frustration. He glanced up at you with an impassive expression, motioning for you to extend your hand.

"Let's try this again," he grumbled, his tone clipped and businesslike.

You obliged, holding out your hand as he selected a new ring. Diluc's fingers were precise as he attempted to slide it onto your ring finger, but as it happens, it caught midway.

He frowned, his impatience growing more apparent. "Your fingers are thicker than I anticipated." he remarked with a measured tone.

Suppressing an eye-roll, you extended your hand once more, wondering how someone so meticulous in business could falter with something as seemingly straightforward as ring size. Diluc selected another ring, and this time, it glided on with ease.

"There," he stated matter-of-factly, "the right size."

You couldn't help but mutter something under your breath.

Diluc shot you a glance, his crimson eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression. "Excuse me?"

You met his gaze head-on, your irritation bubbling to the surface. "I said, I didn't realize precision had a learning curve, sir."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Diluc's features, but he remained composed. "I don't have time for inefficiencies. This is merely a formality for our arrangement."

You couldn't resist a sarcastic smile. "Of course, Mr. Ragnvindr. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you with the size of my fingers." He merely grunted in response, returning to his usual grumpy self as if the exchange hadn't ruffled his feathers.

The tension lingered in the air as you exchanged those subtle barbs with Diluc. The jeweler discreetly observed the dynamic between you two, unsure whether to be amused or uncomfortable. Once the rings were finalized, you gathered your composure, preparing to leave the shop.

As you turned to exit, Diluc's voice cut through the air, begrudgingly breaking the formality. "You can drop the formalities. Just call me Diluc."

A mischievous grin tugged at your lips. "Oh? so we're on a first-name basis now?"

His response was a tightened expression, a silent plea for cooperation. "It's more convenient for our... arrangement."

Your satisfaction was palpable. "Alright, Diluc. If you say so."

As you sauntered out of the jeweler's shop, you left behind a bemused Diluc, who, despite his stoicism, seemed to have reluctantly taken a step towards a less formal connection.

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ashbrat488 · 16 days

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Candy - Chapter 9

Word Count: 1256

August invites Joe into his inner circle. Or so he thinks... Cassidy awakes from a nightmare of past trauma.

MINORS DNI TW: sexual assault

Joe's nerves were palpable as he glanced up at August approaching his desk on a Friday afternoon after lunch. "Mr. Walker..." Joe's voice quivered, his face reddening as he stumbled over his words to apologize before managing to mutter, "August."

"I'm going out tonight with a few other guys from the office. It's a special, private gathering we arrange once a month or so. Would you be interested in joining us?"

Joe studied August's demeanor, recognizing the unspoken undertones behind the invitation. He was conscious that accepting would not only mark his inclusion in a secretive inner circle but could also be a pivotal moment for his career within the company. He seized the opportunity with a large grin. "Yes, of course!" Eager excitement laced his response, and he rose from his desk, extending his hand toward August.

"Excellent. I'll text you the details. Remember, dress smartly. Jackets are mandatory, but ties are optional." August's hand enveloped Joe's, his other hand resting atop their joined hands. "Although, they could prove quite handy." A wink punctuated his words before he pivoted to leave the office, a smug grin curving his lips.

Joe entered the club, his identification checked by the front bouncer before he was led to a secluded back room. Inside, August was engaged in conversation and drinks with four other men. The room had an intimate ambiance, its arrangement featuring couches arranged in a 'u' shape, centered around a large glass coffee table. A compact stage with a pole at its heart occupied one end of the room, while a door loomed behind it.

Accepting a drink, Joe settled into a seat that faced August, causing the conversations to halt as the group's attention focused on him. Joe's gaze shifted to the man positioned at August's right, a person he didn't recognize from their office. He inadvertently met the man's gaze, eliciting a scowl from the mustached individual.

August's authoritative voice then initiated the proceedings. "What happens within these walls remains here," he declared, setting down his whiskey glass on the table before him. The other men shifted their attention to Joe. "It's a rule that everyone must adhere to."

"Alright--" His words were abruptly cut off as several women entered the room from a distant wall, their attire spanning an array of lingerie. A realization dawned on him, and he comprehended the nature of this gathering. His voice trailed off into a surprised, "Oh..."

Suddenly, his surroundings became vividly clear as an alluring dark-haired woman approached him, her presence commanding his attention as she took hold of his hands, placing them on her waist before she moved to straddle him. "I have a girlfriend," Joe managed to stammer, his gaze locked onto the woman's blue eyes.

Laughter erupted among the men, and August nonchalantly shrugged. "We're all either married or attached," he remarked. A pause followed, and he playfully nudged his friend to the left as a woman settled onto his lap. "All of us, except for Lloyd, that is. But this is precisely why I emphasized the rule about confidentiality. You understand?"

"Yes, sir," Joe agreed, his consent given just before the woman leaned in to nip at his earlobe, drawing a soft groan from him.

August's gaze shifted to Lloyd, a silent exchange between them through a subtle nod. August sought confirmation if Lloyd had executed the task as requested, and the affirmative nod he received was enough assurance. Returning his attention to the woman nestled on Joe's lap, August provided her with a subtle signal, prompting her to lead Joe toward the backroom. He had meticulously prepared, placing cameras in the room with Lloyd's assistance, all set to capture the evidence he required.

As he observed Joe being led away, August's lips curved into a bemused smile. "Easier than expected."

"Well, he's more eager for your approval than he seems concerned about his supposed girlfriend," Lloyd countered, shoving away the woman from his lap to reach for his drink.

August regarded his friend with a measured look, familiar with Lloyd's preference for beautiful women, whether they were paid or not. "Not joining in this time?"

Lloyd's nonchalant shrug carried an air of knowing, his eyes deliberately avoiding August's inquisitive gaze. "No. I'm just waiting for you to show interest in what I've uncovered about our Cassidy."

"Our Cassidy?" August's retort was laced with both irritation and possessiveness, his tone a clear declaration of ownership.

With an exasperated sigh, Lloyd raised his eyebrows in mock exasperation. "Calm the fuck down. I was just teasing. No need to get all worked up. Are you interested in hearing or not?"

"Quit beating around the bush, Lloyd..." August's impatience seeped into his words, evident in his demanding tone.

The overwhelming stench of tobacco and cheap vodka clawed at Cassidy's senses, triggering a nauseating reaction as the acidic taste of bile rose in her throat. She recognized the familiar heaviness settling on her chest, an ominous signal of what was to come even in the dimly lit room. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and scenarios taking hold, while her body remained rigid, trapped by both fear and painful history.

The man, in a drunken stupor, clumsily descended upon her, and a wave of horror surged through her. Her instincts screamed for her to fight back, to scream for help, yet the bitter reality of her past experiences told her it was futile. A paralyzing helplessness enveloped her as she lay there, bracing for the nightmare she knew all too well.

A suffocating sense of dread descended, amplifying her vulnerability. The man's invasive advance, forcing his tongue into her mouth, triggered an involuntary response, making her choke and gag. His thrusts against her body were painful, each motion a searing reminder of her powerlessness. Tears threatened, forming at the corners of her eyes as she fought a losing battle, weakly struggling against his grip.

A surge of anger and humiliation fought against her fear, amplifying her desperation. His fingers dug into her skin, adding new layers of agony as he bruised her fragile form. In her torment, she finally noticed a figure lurking in the doorway, a sinister presence whose gaze conveyed indifference rather than assistance. The sight of that dark silhouette further shattered her hope, leaving her trapped in a cruel reality where there was no rescue, no salvation...

Cassidy's awakening was abrupt and distressing, her body drenched in sweat as she propelled herself toward the bathroom, where the remnants of her unsettling dream translated into reality as she retched into the toilet. She flushed it away, leaning against the cool wall as her knees pressed close to her chest, her silent tears an unspoken testament to the lingering horror of her nightmare. The ghost of that man, the one who had haunted her past, had revisited her mind once again, despite the months that had passed since she last dreamt of him.

Gathering her strength, she shook off the grip of fear, slowly rising to her feet after a few minutes. She managed to muster the courage to face her reflection, studying her own face in the mirror. Time had evolved her, transforming her from the frightened child she was when she left that dark chapter behind. Though he was miles away on the other side of the country, she couldn't entirely escape his shadow.

The first rays of the rising sun caught her attention as she returned to the bedroom, snagging her laptop on the way to the kitchen. Sleep now seemed elusive, so she opted to immerse herself in her homework, hoping to divert her mind from the harrowing thoughts that had plagued her.

Chapter 10 Candy

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chibi-celesti · 25 days

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The Send Off

Synopsis: As the Dawn of Spring approaches, Yuu was to volunteer… by Ambrose of all people!, to do a Send Off for the Spring Arcane festivities.

*aka a BPJ to do a nod to FF X's Sending Scene!*

A/N: Me: *working Twst Tone.* instant epiphany I wanna write something FFX related now lol.

~♡~

“You want me to do what exactly?”

“I am aware of your ‘predicament’, Harukawa-san. However, I was wondering if you could join us this Spring for our annual Send Off.”

“But… this is so sudden, Ambrose-sensei.”

“I know. But I ask you not because we're short on those who can. I ask because I know this is something special you can do.”

“...” she hesitates for a few moments before… “Yes, sir. I'll do it”

~♡~

~Sage’s Island: Beach Coast~

“Has anyone seen Yuu lately?” Deuce asked. “It’s really weird that we haven't seen her these last few days.”

“And Grim’s been tight-lipped, too,” Jack added.

For the past two weeks, most of the NRC 22 almost saw little to no presence of the aforementioned Prefect. Anytime they would see her after school, Yuu would flee off in a hurry with zero explanation.

At first they chalked it up to her wanting some privacy, but over time it went from normal to worrying. Even Grim had run after her in a rush, too without a word!

Ace turned to Sebek. “Has she told Draconia-senpai where she was going?”

“I AM NOT THE HUMAN’S BABYSITTER! And no, she has not! How dare that woman cause Waka-sama to worry!”

“And the Send Off’s about ta start…” Epel mentioned, worried that their friend might miss out.

The sound of a speaker going off ended their discussion. Crowley stood next to Ambrose on the podium. A few staff members of both schools were seated on their respective sides as well.

The Dire cleared his throat before speaking: “Greetings and good evening, everyone! As I’m sure you all are aware, this evening marks the end of the Spring Arcane Festival. The arrival of Spring mark's new beginnings for all life. New flowers bloom freely from the snow, animals waking up once more from hibernation,” he pauses for a moment, taking on a serious tone. “And of course, us parting from those who were left behind from the past year.”

“And as such a case, here on Sage’s Island, we wish to help those pass on, with the annual Send Off.” He steps away, begrudgingly allowing Ambrose to continue.

“For many of us here, the Send Off is a time where we ensure guidance to those who left us. Whether sickness, old age, many other tragedies; it does not change the fact that sometimes these souls need help moving on less they become enraged Phantoms and harm others. Which brings us to today,” He casts a spell that summons a portal. Out from the portal gate came students donned in robes that look like they came from the Far East.

Among the march of students, one stood out from the rest.

“Hey. Isn’t that…”

“I-I think so…”

There in the middle of the group heading to the beach, was Yuu!

She was wearing what looked to be the same robe as the others, but more fitted towards her. A white sleeveless top with two detached, but still complementing in a way, sleeves; the tips of the sleeves fading into a gradient pink. A golden yellow obi wrapped around her petite frame, and a long violet purple skirt to match. In her hand was a meticulous staff no doubt made for the occasion.

“EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH??! WHAT IS SHE DOING OVER THERE?!”

“Gentlemen!!!” Ambrose pointedly looked at the students who interrupted him. “Please lower your voices. You can shout after the Sending.”

The First years in question(Adeuce) muttered a ‘sorry’ before looking back at their friend.

“Now where was I? Oh yes! For this occasion, we have chosen one student to help us send the spirits to the beyond.” he continued. “Ms. Yuu Harukawa, are you ready?”

Said person nodded, determination written all over her face. With a small blessing from one of the other students beside her, Yuu walked forward onto the ocean’s surface. She kept walking until she was in the middle of the floating tombs in the water.

A deep breath in… deep breath out…

From the sound of the first drum, Yuu began to dance. She slowly spinned her body around, weaving and swaying like the ocean waves. She twirled, staff in hand; waving it about in the air as if it was a mage wand.

She looked beautiful… even while performing this rite… She looked beautiful.

As Yuu danced, small orbs of light began to sprout from the tombs. The orbs were pieces of those who passed away, slowly ascending away from the land of the living.

As they reached the climax of the Send Off, the torches that brought light to the festivities changed from red(RSA) and green(NRC) to a fierce blue. In addition, a pillar of water began to lift Yuu into the air a bit. Her dance became more intense spiritually than physically.

Her final pose of bringing her staff in her embrace marked the end of the ceremony. The pillar lowered back to the surface, allowing her to walk back to the shoreline safely.

A somber feeling settled onto the crowd with a few of the robed students complimenting Yuu for her hard work.

Someone from the crowd scurried over to Yuu as he grew impatient to see her. “Yuu. That was a fancy dance you did. Told ya you had it!”

The Prefect laughed “Funny. If I remember correctly, you thought it was boring.”

“I don't remember saying that,” Grim said in denial.

The sound of footsteps and people getting shoved caught Yuu and the others' attention. And out of the crowd came the Heartslabyul duo, panting after the rush to see her.

Ace looked to his friend, wanting answers. “Yuu, why didn't you tell us you were performing?”

She answered back: “I wanted to keep it a secret.”

“But, you could've told us. We wouldn’t tell the others.” Deuce said. “If we knew the Headmage was gonna force you-”

“Actually it wasn't Headmage Crowley.”

“Huh?”

“Ambrose-sensei asked me if I wanted to volunteer. ”

The news shocked the duo. “Why though?”

“Because I knew she had the compassion to ensure the departed were sent safely.” Behind them, said Headmages appeared behind them. “I had a feeling that out of all the possible candidates from NRC, she showed the most passion to carry it without fail.” He smiled at the girl.

“Of course, Crowley was trying to deny my requests-”

“I assure you I was not.” The crow interjected. Sure you weren't, sir.

“However I- as well as the rest of Sage’s Island- are eternally grateful for her and everyone else who participated this year.”

Yuu bowed to the older gentleman. “It's the least I can do, sir.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst yuusona #ffx yuna #final fantasy x #ffx

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candybowbeansies · 9 months

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Rule the World

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Angst to Fluff, ofc ya'll are married but due to who he is ya'll never had a ceremony but still filled the papers in, reader has a panic attack then a mental meltdown, and this starts around the raid, so spoilers ahoy! After much debate, I decided to go w Armless!Overhaul BECAUSE HE NEEDS COMFORT FROM LOSING HIS ARMS LIKE THAT DAMNIT 😭 Kai is a prison inmate, reader has to jump through hoops to gain approval for a conjugal visit in Tartarus(it's freaking Tartarus so I'm taking creative liberty, there's nothing realistic about the process in here you've been warned), but ya'll are stubborn so you keep at it until ya'll finally do 🥺 its ftb like the other fics, and conjugal doesn't necessarily mean purely sexual! let ya'll's imagination go wild 🥺👉👈

~Masterlist~

be his~ be his~

Snacks plated and radio jamming softly in the background, you pad over to your living room, talking to your friend over the phone. “Oooh, boy, are you seeing the news? There’s a story about some big raid on a villain's compound coming on.” they ask as you plop down on your couch, snacks set on the coffee table before you. “Really, now?” you hum taking the remote to turn on the tv, pushing in numbers for the news channel. “Let’s see what’s going on, then.” you speak to your friend. When you look back to the screen after settling in, you see a very familiar place in an aerial view.

‘We're here live at Hassaikai Compound, in the aftermath of a Police raid, search, and rescue. The Police had cooperated with the Hero Sir Nighteye's agency and other heroes brought into the job through the Hero Commission.’

There was a massive hole out front. Your hold on the phone grows lax, you’re heart dropping to your stomach. You knew he had his secrets, that was expected of a yakuza. Even so, you loved him. A year ago, you and him agreed that you were both too busy to have a ceremony, but still filled in to become officially married.

‘The villain Chisaki, Kai, known as Overhaul, and his dangerous goons have been subdued successfully, but at what price?’

You stare on in disbelief, on the edge of your seat.

‘Sir Nighteye has been gravely injured--impaled, I'm hearing by sources-and some students from the infamous 1-A have sustained injuries as well! They've packed these villains up and sent them off for protocol. Hopefully the likes of them end up in Tartarus! We'll be right back after--what?! I'm hearing the security escort on XX Ramp were attacked! We'll have helicopters on scene after the break!’

'I was wondering have you ever been, have you ever been anything other than, other than true, have you? Never been good but I've never been better'

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his and your song begins to play. You were looking forward to telling him the news the next time you would meet with him.

They fall when you see the attack happen on the vehicle he was put in from the news helicopter's view, high above.

You see the fire, you see the threatening figures looming over him.

'I was wondering have you ever been anything anything other than you, is that true? We're not gonna be here forever'

A pitiful sound escapes the back of your throat as you lift your hands, digging your fingers into your scalp, as your whole world comes all but crashing down. You open your mouth, a silent wail escaping you.

You were pregnant.

'I don't want to stay here on my own I don't want to let that body go'

Your sobs fill the room as you curl up against the couch, effectively muting the radio playing the other room. The phone and the person on the other side of the line are completely forgotten, the tv droning on and on as you break down.

The following months, you found yourself fighting for your visitation rights.

Even Tartarus allowed visitations, but there was a host of meticulous procedures that had to be done. Things had to be signed, imaging had to be done.

During your stay in the provided accommodation, you'd be treated like an inmate. Everything that happened in Tartarus, stays in Tartarus.

If that's what had to be done to see the man you loved, you were more than willing.

When the suits approved you for a conjugal visit, you were somewhere along in your second trimester. You were elated at the news.

So happy, that the majority of your processing went by in a blur. You were escorted by armed officers, shackles around your wrists and ankles, wearing a special pair of goggles that blocked out your vision.

Your toes curled as you're wheeled through what you assumed were checkpoints; loudspeakers beeping and heavy metallic doors clattering open, one after the other, until you feel a stop.

You knew better than to say anything, impatiently counting down the seconds until you could finally be with him.

Him; your hubby.

Once more, you hear metal clatter off to your side instead of in front of you.

Your man. Just a little bit longer...

You feel yourself being swiveled to the side, as they wheel you inside and stop. They prattle off about everything you already know, and you nod along.

The father of the life inside you. How would he react?

Your heart thuds against your ribcage anxiously as your shackles and goggles are removed and they exit the room. You stare at the armored door in front of you as you hear the one behind you close.

After a few moments, you hear the whirring, which prompts you to stand up and pad as close to the door as you dared. Slowly, it creaked open-and the figure beyond the threshold washes away the last of your patience. "Kai!" you gasp as you run straight towards him, inadvertently plowing into him, overwhelmed by the reunion to tears. He grunts at the contact, giving a soft huff as you keep calling his name, clinging to him.

His name; you'd call out to him, until your last breath.

His armless embrace is awkward at best, yet it does wonders to soothe you. "Kai." you call out once more, soaking up his warmth like a sponge as he deeply inhales your familiar scent.

"Angel." you hear his wavering voice and you look up to him, his sharp amber eyes wet, a small smile playing his lips. You caress his cheeks, thumbing away the tears on his lashes as they flutter closed.

"How's baby, my love?" he asks, and you giggle. Nothing gets past him, you swore. You feel them shift inside you, a soft gasp escaping you. But you can't help but smile wider. "Happy to finally hear Daddy." you say, relishing in his chuckle. You kiss his unkempt stubble, and he places a kiss on your temple.

'I love you's are gently exchanged, along with soft words that bring pleasantly fuzzy warmth and content; this was just the beginning.

You had every intention of enjoying every moment you could with him.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader #songfic #Spotify

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rainingmbappe · 7 days

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i have this book about chaos written by james gleick since the 10th grade and i've read it so many times. i've scribbled so many things inside, highlighted so many things in pink and yellow that if anyone else picked it up they would think that i am crazy. it's practically an extension of my being. i've carried it with me everywhere, from bus rides to morocco, i read it on the beach with me while my family was swimming (im allergic to sea water). before falling asleep i just think about the fact that the universe is constantly expanding, how we're all just specks of nothing hurtling through space. motionless on my bed but somehow i'm traveling thousands of millions of kilometres, heading to nowhere (probably). i cried a few times gazing at the moon, thinking how lucky neil armstrong was to set foot on it. i saw a moon rock in a museum in London, i couldn't hold back the tears as my mom pretended she didn't know me. i never understood why people weren't as fascinated with the universe. why the stars didn't raise dreams within them. the moon didn't make them wonder, how could they not be amazed by the very sun that warms their skin? it's all so perfect, all so precisely calculated, so meticulously orchestrated. i'm amazed by the way tiny creatures carry the most complex phenotype. how everything stays in place, how everything makes sense. there is some people that never wondered and never will. dull mind, not thinking once about the possibilities. the things we might discover while i'll be gone, it terrifies me because i might never know. when i go for a drive with my parents and i sit in the backseat, i close my eyes and bask in the warmth of the sun filtering through my eyelids. it's like being wrapped in a blanket of red shades, the warmth feels so comforting. it smells like the sun. i don't know if you've ever smelt it, it's just like when you wash a piece of clothe and you let it dry in the sun. it smells like warmth, it smells like love. i love you and i didn't forget about you <3

I woke up at 5 and rolled up my blinds letting in the sun. I made myself coffee and checked my phone briefly before I started studying when I opened tumblr. I had a bunch of notes and I quickly scrolled through them almost missing this. But then I started reading it.

I've missed this so much. I read it and I reread it all while tears were going down my face. And then I kept my phone down and cried some more. I understand you and you understand me in ways that I'll never be able to replicate.

I understand and feel every single word of this. You best believe my next read is gonna be that. "Its practically an extension of my being" I'm gonna cry again. The way you share my wonder and awe makes me feel so seen, my soul feels recognized and satisfied.

I was talking to my physics sir about how I cannot comprehend how the universe doesn't stir some people. Or the majority of people. They don't obsessively want to leave their whole life behind in pursuit of the endless expanses of knowledge. When I am in my roof for hours, looking up and my neck aches and begs me to look down for even a second, i feel like I'm floating like a feather, free and truly careless. Figuring out the beautiful constellations, crying over seeing the pattern so vividly on the beautiful moon, watching the sun dip beneath the horizon and visit you and the other for a few hours. Those moments are an extension of my being. I remember, a few months ago, it was freezing and I was lost in thought looking up and the moon had a different glow to it. It was almost gold, shining like the brightest jewel in our universe, and involuntary tears escaped me. I understand you. I know what you mean and it makes me weak to think that someone out there understands me too.

I often cry over my inability to do maths and having to leave the subject behind. I'll never be able to study what my heart lies in. But then immediately after, I'm reminded of the wonders that lie within. The wonders that I get to study. I agree with you. Why aren't people fascinated by all this? Why aren't they silently going mad with want and desire to explore, understand, learn? The way everything just makes sense. I feel like our feeble human mind isn't even capable of comprehending the wonders that the universe beholds but the want and desire to even try fills up my days.

When I look up at the morning sky, the first rays of the day beaming across my tiny sliver of the sky, that feels like love to me. When I bid my goodbye to the sun, watching it dip, that's love. When I see orion or castor and pollux, the twin stars, thats love.

You already know this but that's the Pale blue dot by Carl Sagan for me. I've never had my body tingle with excitement to have the privilege to read such a peice of work in my lifetime. I found him in an age so crucial, his shadow forms me in fundamental levels.

I see your fascination, your terror and your love for all of it like a mirror.

#I'm crying again #It's pathetic but I think of you so often. You saying you didn't forget me made me breathe for the first time in a long while.#I was learning to let go and get used to the fact that you probably forgot and that it was ok #But I'd be lying if I said that I im not overwhelmed with gladness rn #I love you too <3 #💖

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republicsecurity · 1 month

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Calling Home

The Drill Instructor stood before the recruits, his gaze sharp and commanding. The air in the room seemed to tighten as the recruits awaited his instructions. They were about to embark on their first video call to their parents after the grueling two six-week conditioning cycles.

"Listen up, recruits," the DI's voice resonated through the room, each word crisp and deliberate. "This is your chance to show your parents the product of their investment, the epitome of discipline, dedication, and commitment. You will conduct yourselves with pride and assurance."

He paced back and forth, eyeing each recruit individually. The red tank suits, now a second skin, emphasized the physical transformation they had undergone.

"Remember, you represent the ideal of the Republic. Your parents will see not just their children but the embodiment of service and sacrifice. Make them proud. Make the Corps proud."

The recruits nodded in unison, their expressions a mix of determination and nervous anticipation. The DI continued with practical advice.

"Speak clearly, maintain eye contact, and keep your responses concise. You're not here to engage in lengthy conversations. You're here to assure them that their sons are on the path of greatness."

"Do you have any questions?"

"What if they ask about the chastity cages?"

The DI's response was methodical, "If they ask about the chastity cages, tell them the truth. Explain that some cages can cause edema, swelling, or tender skin after several weeks. But reassure them, let them know that your particular device has caused none of those issues. Make it clear that your well-being is closely monitored, and you're in optimal condition for service."

What if they ask about our shaved heads?

The DI paused for a moment, considering the query about the recruits' shaved heads. "For the shaved heads, tell them it's part of the uniform and a symbol of unity within the Corps. Emphasize the practical aspects, how it streamlines hygiene, enhances the integration of helmet technology, and fosters a sense of camaraderie among the recruits. Make it clear that it's a collective choice, a demonstration of commitment to the Corps's values."

The recruit shifted uncomfortably, anxiety etched across his face. "I don't want to embarrass the Corps, sir, or make my parents worried about me."

The DI leaned in, his gaze unwavering. "Fear not, recruit. The call is under the watchful eye of our ever-vigilant AI. It will provide you with guidance, subtle prompts on your screen, ensuring you stay on script. And remember, it's a brief interaction—just ten minutes. There's no need for undue concern or embarrassment. We're all part of the same performance, after all."

The DI's words hung in the air, the recruits absorbing the assurance that their every word would be orchestrated by the unseen hand of artificial intelligence.

As the recruits prepared for the call, the glow of the screen reflected in their attentive eyes. The AI's digital interventions would guide them through the conversation, ensuring that the carefully curated narrative was adhered to.

The recruits, clad in their red tank suits, were about to engage in a conversation that was both staged and spontaneous. The AI's watchful eye ensured that the narrative remained untarnished, the story of commitment, duty, and sacrifice seamlessly woven into their responses. In those 10 minutes, the recruits would convey a snapshot of their existence, a narrative meticulously shaped by the unseen architects of the Corps.

***

V5R3I: (nervously) "Hello, Mom, Dad."

AI Prompt: Maintain a calm and composed demeanor. Smile.

Mother: (excited) "Oh, there he is! How are you, sweetheart?"

AI Prompt: Express positivity. Highlight any achievements or positive experiences.

V5R3I: (smiling) "I'm doing well, Mom. Training is intense, but I'm learning a lot. The camaraderie here is amazing."

AI Prompt: Emphasize camaraderie and teamwork. Reinforce positive aspects of training.

Father: (curious) "And the shaved head? I see you got the look. Is it comfortable?"

V5R3I: (confidently) "Absolutely, Dad. The shaved head is part of our uniform. It's more comfortable than you might think, especially considering the circumstances. Plus, it's a symbol of unity and discipline among us."

AI Prompt: Reinforce the symbolism of unity and discipline. Downplay any potential discomfort.

Father: (nodding) "I see. And the camaraderie you mentioned, how does that play out in your training?"

AI Prompt: Highlight positive aspects of camaraderie and teamwork in training.

V5R3I: (enthusiastically) "Camaraderie is everything here. We work together, support each other, and it makes the tough training more manageable. It's like having a second family, Dad."

Mother: (smiling) "That's wonderful to hear, dear. And what about the, um, devices we were shown in the videos? They look quite... sophisticated." AI Prompt: Provide a simple and positive explanation about the chastity devices.

V5R3I: (assured) "Ah, those. They're part of our gear, designed for focus and efficiency. It feels great wearing them. They are very comfortable, Mom. The Corps has thought of everything to make sure we can perform at our best."

Father: (smirking) "Well, you've certainly embraced the look. Your mother and I were a bit surprised at first, but we understand it's all part of the experience."

AI Prompt: Express gratitude for understanding. Reinforce that the appearance is part of the overall experience.

V5R3I: (grateful) "I appreciate your understanding, Dad. It's a unique experience, and I'm learning a lot. Can't wait to share more with you when I'm home."

Father: (proud) "We miss you, son. When can you come home?"

AI Prompt: Express gratitude for their support. Provide a positive outlook on future reunions.

V5R3I: (grateful) "I miss you too, Dad. I'm not sure about the schedule, but I'll keep you updated. Can't wait to see you both again."

AI Prompt: Express love and anticipation. Maintain a positive tone.

***

DI: (stern) "Recruit, your performance on that call was subpar. We don't want your parents getting the wrong idea. You represent the Corps, and we need them to trust that their loved ones are in good hands. What went wrong?"

Recruit: (nervous) "I... I don't know, sir. I tried to follow the prompts, but it's hard. I miss talking to my parents like before."

DI: (cold) "Your sentimentality is a liability. You're not here for personal connections; you're here to serve the Republic. Remember that. Now, let's go over the guidelines again. This is not a casual chat. Stick to the script, follow the AI prompts, and project confidence. Is that clear?"

Recruit: (hesitant) "Yes, sir."

DI: "Good. We can't afford any emotional missteps. Your parents must believe you're thriving in the Corps, that this is the best thing that ever happened to you. Understood?"

Recruit: (reluctantly) "Yes, sir."

DI: "Remember, sentiment is a luxury we can't afford. Now, get ready for your next call. We can't let any weakness tarnish the image of the Corps."

DI: (sharp) "Recruit A7T9R, your performance was commendable. You have a better grasp of the necessary detachment. I need you to assist Recruit H2U8M. He's struggling with the emotional aspect. We can't afford weak links."

A7T9R: (channeling emotionless authority) "Recruit H2U8M, focus. This is a simulated call. Your responses matter. Make them concise and controlled."

H2U8M: (nervous) "Yes, A7T9R. I'll try."

As they engage in the simulated call, the AI generates lifelike projections of H2U8M's parents on the screen, replicating their voices and expressions. The room transforms into a makeshift scenario resembling a comfortable living space, a stark contrast to the regimented reality of the Corps.

AI Prompt: Simulate a parental inquiry about the emotional aspects of training.

A7T9R: (monitoring) "Recall your training. Stick to the guidelines. Emphasize dedication and commitment. Keep it brief."

H2U8M: (stiffly) "Mom, Dad, training is challenging, but I'm dedicated. I'm here to serve. The sacrifices are necessary for a greater purpose."

AI Prompt: Simulate a parent's question about emotions.

A7T9R: "Maintain control. Show no vulnerability."

H2U8M: (robotic) "I don't experience emotions like before. Efficiency is prioritized. It's a disciplined environment."

The AI analyzes their interaction, providing real-time feedback on H2U8M's performance. In this twisted rehearsal, emotions are a liability, and every response is a step towards conformity.

A7T9R: (correcting) "Recruit, refrain from mentioning personal experiences. Stick to the script provided by the AI. We aim for a controlled narrative that assures your parents of your dedication."

H2U8M: (recalibrating) "I adhere to the Corps' principles. My focus is on service and duty. Emotions don't interfere with my performance."

AI Prompt: Simulate a question about physical well-being and equipment.

A7T9R: "Present the benefits. Reinforce the positive aspects."

H2U8M: (robotic) "Physically, I'm at peak condition. The equipment enhances efficiency. It's a symbiotic relationship that ensures optimal performance."

A7T9R: "H2U8M, we need to refine your performance. You sound too robotic. Remember your emotional suppression drills. It's not about your feelings; it's about projecting the desired image."

H2U8M: (nodding) "Understood. I'll work on incorporating the emotional suppression drills for a more natural delivery. It's about projecting the right image, not expressing personal feelings."

A7T9R: (authoritative) "Exactly. The image is key. We want to assure your parents of your commitment, dedication, and control. Let's run through it again, and remember to add a touch of warmth to your responses. You're reassuring, not robotic."

As they repeat the simulated call, the room echoes with a scripted version of familial connection, carefully curated to allay concerns without revealing the true nature of the recruits' altered states. The emotional suppression drills, honed through rigorous conditioning, serve as a mask to conceal the internal transformation these conscripts undergo.

DI: "Good work, H2U8M. Your improvement is noticeable. And A7T9R, your guidance has been effective. We need our recruits to present a controlled, reassuring facade during these calls. It's crucial for maintaining the narrative and ensuring the parents remain supportive."

AI Prompt: Analyze the data for areas of improvement and provide feedback.

DI: (looking at the data) "H2U8M, focus on maintaining a balance. Your emotional cues should align with the expected responses. A bit more spontaneity, perhaps. A7T9R, keep reinforcing the importance of projection over genuine emotion. It's a delicate equilibrium we're aiming for."

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sea-owl · 11 months

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on your post with nadeshiko, what does she think about sakuras team? they're all kinda infamous in their own way. and if we're including your reincarnation au, I'd imagine there's a sort of resentment for what happened to haruka, especially since it was so recent and now there's another pink haired haruno falling for an uchiha.

See first impressions really matter, and that includes the reputation you have before the first meeting. Nadeshiko lives outside the Leaf Village, has never stepped foot in it really. So she didn't know Sasuke as the last of the Uchiah first, she didn't know Naruto as the holder of the nine tails fox first, her first impression of Kakashi wasn't the copy ninja. Her first impression of team 7 came from Sakura's letters. So she knows them as Sakura's teammates first and foremost.

Naruto and Sasuke amuse her, probably because she sees them as her nieces peers and her view of Sakura also affects them, she also thinks they're brats. Amusing brats, that she's grateful for because they've kept her niece safe.

She does judge Kakashi on his dirty books. Not because he's reading them, she's read them herself, but because he openly does it around the children. Time and place sir. Time and place.

Also if we include the reincarnation au I think the main resentment that would be towards the Uchiha and the Leaf Village as a whole, because Hashirama was a very good friend to Haruka as well, was the fact they don't know what happened to her. All they know is that a member of their family had married into a ninja clan, her husband and best friend started a village together to help bring peace into the clans, and then one day she's gone. Every record of her in that clan is erased or destroyed and they will not tell them what happened to her. They can't ask her husband because he's gone too, and they can't get near the only other person who might know.

Taking into account that in my reincarnation au the Harunos can communicate with their past lives I would believe that knowledge and history is very important to them. (You can not tell me that civilians also didn't have accesss to their chakra. I'm willing to bet there were others who just used it in simple ways because they only had small reserves or they had ways to use it that wasn't meant for fighting/ninja life.) They keep meticulous records because of it. Not knowing and the erasure of her exsistance is worse to them then Hashirama owning up to the fact his weapon was half the reason Haruka died because he thought she betrayed the village for Madara.

I like to think in response to this they cut off trade with the Leaf Village for decades until Kizashi moved because the business deal was too good for them to pass up. Also by that time anyone who could tell them what happen is gone. They just have to hope at some point Haruka reincarnates and that her reincarnation will have those memories.

The Harunos are also a family who believe in learning and growing, not punish just because they can due to their able to interact with past lives. While Nadeshiko is wary to see history repeating itself between another Uchiha and Haruno she is a little hopeful that this time will be different.

#naruto #haruno sakura #sakura haruno #sakura reincarnation au #naruto oc #nadeshiko haruno #little bit of sasusaku #sasusaku #merchant haruno clan #haruka haruno

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mvalentine · 2 years

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I loved your last fic. The fluff 🥺. Ethan paying so much attention? Sir please stop 😫 kidding don't ever stop please.

I love how you describe Lana being so meticulous with what she shares about herself and at the same time wanting to tell Ethan more and more.

Now I'm wonder, do you have a back story for her? I would love to know her more :)

hi hellooo <33 im so so glad you enjoyed it!! and we all know that man is perceptive as ever so of course that translates into his love life.

and yes oh my god i DO have a backstory for her and it is excessive and traumatizing and honestly i feel a little bad for putting my fav girl through so much but dhjjss here it is *gets up on my soapbox*:

TW: mentions of abuse, drug overdose & death

Lana's surname at birth wasn't actually Brooks, it was Hernandez. She was born into an extremely wealthy family, we're talking Swiss Bank Account levels of rich.

Her father Mateo is Spanish while her mom Nicola was English. They met as work colleagues and had a torrid love affair which resulted in them getting married after about 6 months of knowing one another (Red Flag #1 - very love-bombing vibes). While the beginning of the relationship was almost close to perfect, the longer it went on the more Mateo's temper & anger issues started to rear its ugly head. And then, 6 months after their marriage- Lana was born.

Mateo & Nicola were both over the moon. It wasn't exactly a planned pregnancy, but both were extremely happy albeit for different reasons. For Nicola, it was in the hope that a child would mellow Mateo out, while for Mateo it was due to the fact that he would have an 'heir' of sorts to takeover his skyrocketing success in the business world.

But alas, a child cannot save your marriage; it doesn't change a person. Mateo was extremely abusive, both physically and verbally. At first, Nicola didn't leave him because she loved him and kept giving him second chances. But after that, she didn't leave because he was a successful, rich, narcissistic man who taunted and threatened her whenever they had their massive blowouts.

Lana absolutely loathed her father- he was cruel, abusive and extremely demanding. He would swing wildly from one spectrum to another- showering her with love and praise whenever she did well one minute and then berating and hitting her when she deigned to disagree with him the next. He would never actually apologize - saying "I'm sorry I hit you but if you hadn't done xyz it wouldn't have come to this" is not an apology.

When Lana was around 14 years old, her mom started doing drugs- heroin. She became a drug addict, her work and happiness started slipping. Lana would often have to clean her up and get her sobered before Mateo came home otherwise she knew it would lead to another massive fight where he would call her words like "junkie whore". The roles basically were reversed- with a 14 year old having to take care of her own mother instead of the other way around.

And then, when Lana was 16- she found her mom's body on the floor- she had overdosed on drugs and didn't make it (it pretty much played out like that gut-wrenching scene in Euphoria where Gia finds Rue on the floor after she overdosed). As you can imagine, that was pretty fucking traumatising.

Lana had already decided from a young age that she would distance herself from her father as soon as she could, but this just solidified the idea in her mind- she was not going to have any connection with her father as soon as she turned 18.

Lana was already exceptionally smart, but after that she knew what she had to do- she had to work her ass off and get at-least a partial scholarship for med school. Her goal was Harvard, which of course was extremely difficult- but she was determined (I know getting even a partial scholarship to Harvard sounds INSANE but i literally have two friends who got scholarships for Harvard & Yale because they were extremely smart and determined so it's definitely possible).

She started studying even harder, getting top grades and participating in a myriad of extracurriculars to pad her resume. Then, when she turned 18 and had graduated high school- she took a chunk of the money her dad had left for her in her trust fund for when she turned 18 and never looked back. She changed her last name to Brooks.

She got into med school but of course even with the trust fund money financial stability is hard - she has to get two jobs - a bartender and a waitress while also being in med school. It's difficult, it's challenging - but she has to do it. Also her father never bothered contacting or looking for her as well- it was too big of a bruise to his ego.

It's also one of the reasons she never really dated in med school. It was always one night stands or friends with benefits. She just didn't have the time. But also, she just didn't want to let people in which given her backstory makes a lot of sense HSSJSK

Life was difficult in her 20s, but she also met two of her best friends- Dominik & Isabella. Dominik was your quintessential sarcastic fuckboy- very charming, never taking anything seriously. But god his friendship with Lana is my favorite thing- they're polar opposites but work so well together. That man secretly has a heart of gold and honestly him & Lana are platonic soulmates. The only person she trusts wholeheartedly- the only person she opens up to. Apart from Isabella, of course. Isabella reminds me a lot of Sienna, very soft-spoken and kind and gentle. Once again, very opposite to Lana but they worked.

The three of them were inseperable- all polar opposites from one another but somehow... it just worked. But then, Isabella got pregnant at quite a young age- 22. Her and her boyfriend Damien decided to keep the baby- and that's when little baby girl Alana was born. Bella named her daughter after Lana and asked her to be her godmother. Dominik was all pouty about the fact that Bella didn't name her kid after him DHJSJS but she promised that if she ever had a boy, Dominik would be next in line LMAO. Alas, that never happened. Isabella tragically passed away in a horrible car accident when Alana was only 2 years old. Lana & Dominik were absolutely devasted. Dominik was her only family after that (I actually HC that in the Dolores chapter Lana opens up to Ethan about Alana and Bella and gives him advice on how to cope with the grief I need to write it out someday).

There's so much more I can say I can literally sit here and rant all day but this is already INCREDIBLY long I am so sorry. But now I think it's crystal clear why Lana is the way she is HSJSJS

#OOOF i really said trauma baby <3 #this is SO long shjskss but it was good to get it all out and have it in one place #lana brooks #asks

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 2 years

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loving your demetri and miguel ultimate bros best friends forever content and it got me thinking

we have lots of "eli goes batshit after the cobras attack demetri" and don't get me wrong i love that shit but

what about

miguel going batshit and getting his protective bro moment :3

Hell fucking YES, I am LOVING getting this Miguel-Demetri friendship appreciation in my inbox, yes sir <3 <3 <3 If I don't make this content, after all, then who will??? Be the change you want to see in the world!!!

No I TOTALLY get what you mean, like!!! We all want Eli to go batshit over Demetri, especially after he was going batshit at Demetri for so long, but going batshit is also pretty on-brand for Eli. Miguel McFucking losing it, though??? Miguel, the wholesome-yet-rational one who usually has to be the guy to keep Johnny Lawrence's unhinged ass in line??? Ohhhhh, seeing him just snap when someone threatened his first West Valley High friend would be delicious.

Also how fantastic would the parallel/callback to Demetri's S1 line "I don't need to learn karate when I have you!" be? Like I'm imagining some kind of situation where Demetri goes on a stealth mission to gather intel (maybe in Mexico on Miguel's dad's sketchy friends, or maybe it's after Miguel gets back and it's on Cobra Kai), and it's either alone or leading a fairly small team. Miguel is pretty worried and wants to come along for extra protection, but Demetri keeps insisting "nah, it's all good, I can handle this" (because something something character growth--as much as Demetri would appreciate the backup, he knows Miguel is probably needed more on the front lines of whatever wacky karate heist/hijinks they're trying to pull off!). Miguel reluctantly agrees in the end. He figures Demetri's come a long way since the Loser Lunch Table days--and if he's made it this far, then shit, surely he knows what he's doing by now. Anyways, Demetri isn't the sort of guy to go into anything without a backup plan of the backup plan of the backup plan, so he'll probably be fine. Probably.

Demetri is not fine. Sadly it was only a matter of time before his newfound, karate-born confidence got the better of him, and it seems today is that day. When coming up with infiltration plans, the usually-meticulous Demetri only double-checks instead of triple-checking everything, figuring "I'm sure it's fine!!! I'm probably overthinking it!!!" And Eli, let's face it, probably did not help, being like "YOU GOT THIS MAN, STOP STRESSING!!! WE'RE GUCCI!!! YOU WORRY TOO MUCH!!!" *hearty, reassuring homoerotic shoulder pat* Demetri has nearly everything in line...except for that one entrance point. A back door where he forgot there are usually security guards.

As expected, the team gets caught, and is overwhelmed by karate madmen within seconds. Even the stealthiest of elite squads have nothing on the sheer number of karate child soldiers that Terry Silver/Miguel's evil dad have.

Things are looking bleak, and Demetri is getting the worst of the beatdowns. His friends are preoccupied with their own karate battles, and even his relatively-greatly-improved martial arts aren't much help when he's still probably the weakest fighter there. He's holding his own enough to not be knocked out, but he doesn't know how much longer he can go on.

And then.

You just hear this fucking roar, and Miguel Fucking Diaz, All-Valley karate champion and one of the fastest paralysis recoveries on record (he's just that tough), springs out and starts wailing on the guys beating on Demetri with more fury than the world has ever seen. As soon as Demetri stopped answering his walkie-talkie (of course they're using walkie talkies--the nerds), Miguel figured something was up and fucking booked it to go help, because have you met this loyal-ass fucker??? Screw any mission, Miguel's friends are more important.

With Miguel and his team on the case, the battle's tides are turned!!! Demetri, however, is still in a shocked heap on the ground, watching as Miguel unleashes the rage of roughly 4 thousand angry megalodons on all the guys who were just beating the crap out of him. And Demetri is stunned because he's never seen Miguel like this.

It's kind of like the cafeteria fight, or maybe the fight at the LaRussos--that same level of raw anger and power, anyways. But this time, it's much more personal.

As the fight winds down, Miguel catches his breath--hunched, panting, covered in scratches and bruises, wiping blood from his chin with the back of his hand, standing over a still-cowering Demetri and glaring around with a challenge in his eyes. And let it be said that Demetri Alexopoulos has never felt safer.

But Demetri, cheeky fuck that he is, would never be so much of a fool as to waste this opportunity. As Miguel helps him up, he manages a weak smirk and lightly slaps Miguel's shoulder, saying "See? I TOLD you I didn't need karate when I had you!"

Miguel, still out of breath, rolls his eyes and tells Demetri not to get used to it. This is more for show than anything, as Demetri can--and logically should--get used to it. It's hardly out of the question for Miguel to do this again--or perhaps, if the need arises, a thousand more times. He wouldn't even think twice.

#miguel diaz #demetri alexopoulos #demetri cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 4 #Miguetri Mondays #platonic Miguetri but it still counts!!!#my askbox

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satursorbit · 2 years

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a boy is a bullet.

i’ve been shot.

and, as it turns out, a bullet wound is even more uncomfortable than i had imagined.

despite everything that has ever happened to me, from being trapped in basements to hanging from cliffs to spiraling off a burning plane, i’d never been shot before. i had always been careful, i had always kept my guns concealed and i had always chosen first-hand combat as a means of violence.

i didn't don't like violence. i like my contracts to finish clean, easy, quick. i didn't don't like the mess violence makes.

but sometimes, it can't be avoided. sometimes you're a brave man inside a cave in some remote island in the pacific and your men are following you in blindly and everything is going well.

and sometimes you're a hunted man, a wanted man, a reward-for-his-head man. and then you're a man, scared for his life, trying to escape from a trap inside a cave in some remote island in the pacific while your men scatter around and shoot back for their lives.

my skin is cold and clammy; i’m making a herculean effort to breathe. torture is roaring through my right arm and making it difficult for me to focus. i have to squeeze my eyes shut, grit my teeth, and force myself to pay attention.

the chaos is unbearable.

the cave is dark, humid and suffocating. the ring of the gunshots can still be heard in the harsh echo inside the chamber we're in. several people are shouting and too many of them are touching me, and i want their hands surgically removed. they keep shouting “Sir!” as if they’re still waiting for me to give them orders, as if they have no idea what to do without my instruction. the realization exhausts me.

i can't recall how it happened. i push the layers of memory inside my brain and look, look, look for a face, a hand, a voice, something that can take me back to the exact moment everything bursted.

but i find nothing. nothing but a pounding sensation and a ring in my ears and a three-thousand-pound rock pressing against my chest, not letting me breathe.

“sir, can you hear me?” another cry. but this time, a voice idon’t detest.

“sir, please, can you hear me—”

“i’ve been shot, jungmin,” i manage to say. i open my eyes. look into his watery ones. “i haven’t gone deaf.”

all at once the noise disappears. the men shut up. jungmin looks at me. worried.

i sigh.

“we have to go back,” i tell him, shifting, just a little. the world tilts and steadies all at once. “i need you to elevate my arm and continue applying direct pressure to the wound. the bullet has broken or fractured something, and this will require surgery.”

jungmin says nothing for just a moment too long.

“good to see you’re all right, sir.” his voice is a nervous, shaky thing. “good to see you’re all right.”

[...]

back at base camp, i manage to bathe without losing consciousness.

it was more of a sponge bath, but i feel better nonetheless. i have an extremely low threshold for disorder; it offends my very being. i shower regularly. i eat six small meals a day. i dedicate two hours of each day to training and physical exercise.

and I detest being barefoot.

now, i find myself standing naked, hungry, tired, and barefoot in my closet. this is not ideal.

my closet is separated into various sections. shirts, ties, slacks, blazers, and boots. socks, gloves, scarves, and coats. everything is arranged according to color, then shades within each color. every article of clothing it contains is meticulously chosen and custom made to fit the exact measurements of my body. i don’t feel like myself until I’m fully dressed; it’s part of who i am and how i begin my day.

now i haven’t the faintest idea how i’m supposed to dress myself.

my hand shakes as i reach for the little blue bottle i was given this morning. i place two of the square-shaped pills on my tongue and allow them to dissolve. i’m not sure what they do; i only know they help replenish the blood i've lost.

all at once i implore my mind to imagine nothing but walls.

walls. white walls. blocks of concrete. empty rooms. open space.

i build walls until they begin to crumble, and then i force another set to take their place. i build and build and remain unmoving until my mind is clear, uncontaminated, containing nothing but a small white room. a single light hanging from the ceiling.

clean. pristine. undisturbed.

i blink back the flood of disaster pressing against the small world i’ve built; i swallow hard against the fear creeping up my throat. i push the walls back, making more space in the room until i can finally breathe. until I’m able to stand.

sometimes i wish i could step outside of myself for a while. i want to leave this worn body behind, but my chains are too many, my weights too heavy. this life is all that’s left of me. and i know i won’t be able to meet myself in the mirror for the rest of the day.

i’m suddenly disgusted with myself. i have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me. i make a hasty decision and for the first time, pay little attention to what i’m wearing. i tug on a fresh pair of pants and go without a shirt. i slip my good arm into the sleeve of a blazer and allow the other shoulder to drape over the sling carrying my injured arm. i look ridiculous, exposed like this, but i’ll find a solution tomorrow.

first, i have to get out of this room.

then i have to find who did this to me.

#self para #hey maybe this is the start of something!

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Silence is Deadly

Characters:

DETECTIVE MILLER (40s): Grizzled veteran detective, sharp mind with a dry wit.

OFFICER JONES (20s): Young, eager officer on the scene for his first murder investigation.

DR. HARRIS (50s): Medical examiner, professional and detached.

EMMA (30s): Victim's best friend, distraught and nervous.

Setting:

A luxurious penthouse apartment. The living room is cordoned off with yellow tape. Crime scene investigators meticulously comb the area.

(SCENE START)

FADE IN:

INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - DAY

Miller paces the pristine living room, frustration etched on his face. Jones stands awkwardly nearby, watching him.

MILLER (Scoffs) Looks like someone staged a photoshoot, not a murder scene. Everything's in its place. No signs of struggle, no forced entry...

JONES So, how'd she die, sir?

MILLER Single stab wound to the chest. Clean, precise. Doc says it was quick.

Dr. Harris emerges from the bedroom doorway, wiping his hands on a paper towel.

DR. HARRIS Time of death is estimated to be between 8 PM and midnight last night. No signs of intoxication or struggle.

MILLER Any sign of the murder weapon?

DR. HARRIS Negative. We'll need to do a more thorough search, but it wouldn't be a large blade. Something slim and sharp.

(OBSERVATION DIALOGUE 1)

MILLER (Muttering to himself) A pro. Knew what they were doing. Not a random attack.

EMMA (Entering the room, tearful) Detective Miller, is there anything new?

Miller sighs and gestures for her to sit down.

MILLER Emma, I understand you were Ms. Lewis' best friend. Did she have any enemies? Anyone who might have wanted to hurt her?

Emma shakes her head, wiping away a stray tear.

EMMA (Sobbing) No, nothing like that. She was loved by everyone. She had a big heart, always helping others.

JONES (Whispering to Miller) Maybe a disgruntled charity case gone wrong?

MILLER (Glaring at Jones) Let's stick to documented facts on this case, Jones. Right now, we have a victim with no enemies, a spotless crime scene, and a missing murder weapon. Not exactly a recipe for quick answers.

(FADE OUT)

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY (LATER)

Miller studies a photo of the victim on his desk. He flips through her financial records, phone logs, and emails.

(MIDDLE DIALOGUE)

MILLER (Whispering) No suspicious activity. Clean credit history, no outstanding debts... nothing out of the ordinary.

(OBSERVATION DIALOGUE 2)

He picks up a takeout receipt tucked into a folder.

MILLER (Muttering) "Gourmet Bites" delivery service. Last order placed at 9:30 PM the night of the murder. Maybe a lead?

(FADE OUT)

INT. GOURMET BITES KITCHEN - DAY

Miller and Jones interview the head chef, a young man with a nervous demeanor.

MILLER We're investigating the murder of Ms. Sarah Lewis. Did you make a delivery to her penthouse apartment on the evening of May 15th?

CHEF (Stuttering) Uh, yes sir. Large order, expensive stuff. Salmon carpaccio, white truffle risotto...

JONES Did you see anyone else there? Anyone suspicious?

CHEF No sir, not really. Just a quiet evening. The doorman buzzed me in, I left the food outside the apartment door, rang the doorbell, and that was it.

MILLER Did you notice anything unusual? Hear any arguments, anything?

The chef shakes his head, his face pale.

CHEF Just the usual city noises, sir. Sirens, maybe people shouting from the street below. Nothing out of the ordinary.

(FADE OUT)

INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - NIGHT

Miller stands on the balcony, overlooking the glittering cityscape. He rubs his temples, lost in thought. Behind him, Emma approaches.

**(END)**

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ChatGPT-generated content: The George Formans Clean A Park.

Despite the rain pouring down from the gray skies above, the George Foremans were hard at work, determined to clean up their city's local park. These three clones of the legendary boxer George Foreman, who proudly call themselves The George Foremans, were on a mission to make a positive impact on their community. Armed with trash bags, gloves, and an unwavering work ethic, they meticulously combed through the park, picking up every last piece of litter they could find. Their efforts were a testament to their strong sense of civic duty and their commitment to improving the world around them, one park at a time.

"Alright George, let's get to work," said the first George, rolling up his sleeves.

"You got it, George," replied the second George, tying on his gloves.

The third George nodded in agreement, "No time to waste, George. We have a lot of ground to cover."

As they walked deeper into the park, the Georges scanned the area for any signs of litter. They worked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, but united in their mission to make a difference.

After a few minutes, the first George broke the silence, "Hey George, over there, by the bench."

The second George followed his gaze, "Got it, George. I see it."

Without missing a beat, the third George chimed in, "I'll go grab the bag, George. You guys handle the trash."

The rain started to let up, but the Georges didn't slow down. A homeless person approached them, slowly shuffling towards the group. The person's clothes were soaked from the rain and their eyes were tired and sunken. The George Foremans noticed the person's collection of cans and bottles, and they realized that the person was a regular at the park, known for recycling to make ends meet.

The homeless person stared at the Georges in disbelief, recognizing George Foreman immediately. "George? Is that really you?" the person asked, their voice shaky.

The Georges looked at each other, a bit taken aback by the sudden recognition. "Yes, I'm George," said the first George, "but there are actually three of us."

The homeless person's eyes widened in amazement, "Three Georges? I can't believe it."

The second George stepped forward, "What's your name?"

The homeless person hesitated for a moment before replying, "My name is Michael. I've been living on the streets for a long time, but I come to this park to recycle cans and bottles."

The third George nodded in understanding, "That's important work, Michael. You're doing your part to take care of our planet."

Michael smiled, "Yeah, I try. But it's tough out here, you know?"

The Georges listened intently as Michael shared his story, talking about his struggles with mental health and addiction, and his daily challenges of finding food and shelter.

After hearing Michael's story, the Georges knew they had to do something to help. They pulled out some cash from their pockets and handed it to Michael, thanking him for the work he was doing to keep the park clean.

"Thank you, Georges," Michael said, tears streaming down his face. "You don't know what this means to me."

The Georges smiled and continued their work, feeling grateful for the opportunity to make a small difference in someone's life.

As The George Foremans continued their clean-up work in the park, they came across a Jehovah's Witness standing near a bench, handing out flyers and engaging in conversation with passersby. The Georges could see that the Jehovah's Witness was passionate about their beliefs, but they weren't sure what to do.

The first George cleared his throat, "Excuse me, sir. Can we help you with something?"

The Jehovah's Witness turned to face the Georges, "Hello, my friends. Have you heard the good news of Jehovah?"

The second George hesitated for a moment before replying, "Actually, we're just here to clean up the park. But we're happy to listen if you'd like to share your message with us."

The Jehovah's Witness smiled, "Of course! Let me tell you about the hope that Jehovah offers us all."

The Georges listened politely as the Jehovah's Witness shared their beliefs and spoke about the importance of living a moral and upright life. While they didn't necessarily agree with everything the Jehovah's Witness was saying, they respected his right to believe what he wanted and appreciated his willingness to engage in respectful conversation.

As the conversation came to a close, the third George spoke up, "Thank you for sharing your message with us, sir. We may not agree with everything you said, but we respect your right to believe what you want."

The Jehovah's Witness nodded, "Thank you, my friends. It's always a pleasure to have respectful conversations with people of different beliefs."

As the clouds began to break and the sun peeked through the trees, The George Foremans decided to take a break and grab a coffee at a nearby café. They settled into their seats and began to discuss the events of the morning, reflecting on their encounters with Michael the homeless person and the Jehovah's Witness.

As they talked, their waitress approached their table, rolling her eyes as she placed their coffees down. "Ugh, I can't stand homeless people," she muttered under her breath. "And don't even get me started on religion."

The first George looked up, surprised by the waitress's statement. "Excuse me, but why do you say that?" he asked.

The waitress shrugged, "I just don't like the way they mess up the park and bother people. And religion is just a bunch of nonsense if you ask me."

The second George furrowed his brow, "Well, we happen to believe that everyone deserves respect, regardless of their circumstances or beliefs."

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The waitress snorted, "Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree."

The Georges looked at each other, realizing that not everyone shared their values of empathy and compassion. But they also knew that it was important to continue standing up for what they believed in, even if it meant encountering opposition.

As they finished their coffee and got ready to leave, the Georges thanked the waitress for her service and wished her a good day. As they walked out of the café, they continued their conversation, feeling grateful for the opportunity to stand up for what they believed in, even in the face of resistance.

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