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yinnina · 1 year

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I stood back, watching both boys fight-even if it was just because of a childish reason without a moral at all. I simply took out my phone, and started scrolling through Magicam, bored out of my mind as I followed a few people that appeared on my feed.

Did I mention that Night Raven also had an official page? I didn't know that, until it appeared while I was scrolling down.

I hadn't paid much attention to neither party until I heard the red-haired boy scream in horror, "No! Now the Queen of Hearts' statue looks like it's been flame-broiled!"

Flame what?! "You guys can't be serious! Are you three out of your damn minds?! I look away from one second, and the statue of one of the Great Seven is burning in flames!"

"That's your fault for trying to divert it!" Grim yelled at Ace, "You shoulda just let it burn you to a crisp!"

"Who in their right mind would ever do that?!" Both me and Ace asked. It wasn't even a few seconds later that we heard a very familiar voice, "What is going on here?! Cease this at once!"

"Going back to Rose Killer doesn't seem like a bad idea now..." I whispered to no one in particular.

"No more lashings of love! We gotta get outta here!" As you guessed, that was Grim, not wanting to get lashed again by the headmaster. 'Is this guy always like this to make a student fear him that badly?'

Swash!

"That answers my question! Why am I the one getting hit?!"

Swash!

"OW!" Ace screamed in pain.

Swash!

"myaaaah! And I'm still sore from yesterday, too!" Grim yelled in agony. "As if the liked of you could ever flee from me! Haah... Did I not just warn you, 'no more incidents'? And now you've charred one of my statues?!" His voice increased as he went on, "It's almost as though you want to be expelled!"

Ace was in shock, from both the threat and the whipping, "No! Forgive me!"

Crowley then turned to look at Yuu, "And you, Yuu. You were specifically told to keep Grim under control!"

Yuu whispered, afraid to raise his voice in this situation, "I tried to stop him, but..."

"[L/N]," the head master turned to look at me now, and my head just raised slightly to acknowledge him, "don't think that you are any different from them!"

I didn't say anything, just crossing my arms, still mad that I was whipped while Yuu came out of this situation completely unharmed. "This will not do," murmured the masked man, "And you! State your name and grade."

Ace knew exactly that he was talking about him, and he sulked slightly, "Ace Trappola.... Freshman."

"Then listen well, Trappola. You too, Grim, [L/N] and Yuu. As punishment for today's infractions, you are hereby ordered to wash a hundred windows!"

"A hundred?!" I yelled, and the headmaster turned his head towards me, making my sweat drop slightly. "You will wash fifty, but you will take care of the plants in the botanical garden!"

"I shouldn't have opened my mouth at all..." I whispered. This man just had to be crazy enough.

"That's what you get for makin' fun of me!" Grim crossed his arms angrily as he yelled at Ace, "This is all your fault!"

"What?! I have to do it too?!"

Crowley looked at Ace with anger and disappointment, "Of course you do. You will meet in the cafeteria after class. Are we clear?"

Both me and Ace murmured a low, "Yes sir..." Grim then looked rather bothered, "Ugh, I just can't catch a break!"

I sighed, agreeing with the animal-like monster.

Class went as smoothly as it possibly could be. I now had athletics first period, which completely sucked, but it got me awake, so now I'm just waiting for the whole day to be over.

"I'm already exhausted from a full day of cleanin'. I can't believe we still gotta wash a hundred windows!" We were currently sitting around, waiting for Ace to show up in the cafeteria.

Grim and Yuu were sitting on the seats of the tables, while I was sitting on top of the table. My legs weren't open at all, in case you're wondering, due to my skirt being one of those skirts that was tight on your skin and made you look like a professional.

Now, I know I'm going off topic, but if you were given like ten different types of skirts to wear to school, you would freak out too. The only reason I choose the tight mini skirt is because I gotta say, I look like a whole desert.

But back on topic. Yuu turned to look at Grim, his sweat dropping ever so slightly, "We just gotta suck it up and do it."

I nodded in agreement, but my eyebrows furrowed right after, "Hey, have neither of you noticed how late it is, and yet Ace is nowhere to be seen?"

Grim agreed with me, crossing his arms in frustration, "It's been bugging me too! To make us wait, after what he did!"

We stayed silent for a brief moment as we waited. Minutes passed minutes, and we now knew the situation that we were in. "Now he's super late!" Grim yelled, "I bet he up and bailed on us!"

I sighed, "Let's just look for him. We could've easily done our part and just left him to do his, though."

"Ain't no way am I doin' his punishment for him!" The animal threw his arm in the air, "Come on, you two. I don't care if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin', he's washing those windows!"

I sighed. We decided to look into one of his classrooms, and the first thing that we did, or rather, Grim did, was yell out for him. "Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya!... Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?"

I hand caressed my temple, "You know, I'll be in the botanical garden if you need me. I need to take care of those plants, and quickly."

Yuu nodded towards me, "We'll see what we do about the whole Ace situation, good luck."

I left both Ramshackle dorm members behind as I left to do my own punishment in the botanical garden, which one would say that wasn't all that bad, considering that most flowers don't die easily. But hear me out, ok? I have to not only water all plants, which there are more than plenty of, but I also gotta add a growing solution to the soil, and we do have a few plants that, for some reason, are so dramatic.

I walked around the godforsaken garden, trying to finish as much as possible, but there was only ever so little I could get finished, and I knew right away, that I would hold this grudge against Ace for the rest of my life, all because he kept aggravating two other idiots.

All I ever did was stand around, and look exactly where that got me.

As I walked around, carelessly, I bumped into the chest of a boy. I looked up slightly to meet the same familiar eyes. "I apologize. It looks like we keep bumping into each other."

Kirin Alsteek.

I nodded my head as I gave him a closed eye smile, "It seems so. Say, would you mind giving me a hand? There are too many plants for me to take care of alone."

The eyes of the boys brightened as he nodded rapidly, but the look in his eyes changed quickly. "Actually... I was told I would find you here. I wanted to ask you something, or rather, beg you for something."

I noticed that the boy looked down, almost in a shame. My head tilted ever so slightly, "Go on, then. What exactly is it that you need?"

"Please let me work under you!"

I was silent for a brief minute, seeing as Karin bowed his head towards me, waiting for my response. Once he noticed that I hadn't said anything yet, he started to panic, meeting my eyes, "I mean-you don't have to! I-I could always just—"

"Sure."

He was confused, it was clear by his eyes widened and his mouth hung open, almost as if he wanted to say something. "No contracts have to be done, don't worry. It seems beneficial for both of us, and besides, you seem cloying to me, so I'm sure that you don't mean any harm."

I crossed my arms, and the boy seemed as if he didn't know whether to celebrate or cry on the spot. I told him a few things that he did have to follow though, he couldn't work under anyone else but me, he couldn't disobey my orders not break my rules, and it was best if he sticker around me at all times, just in case.

He agreed, even after he had heard all the rules, and told me that he would help me with the plants. We talked for a while, and soon enough we were almost done with half of the plants.

"My Lady, it's getting late, maybe we should continue tomorrow?"

I nodded, "You know you don't have to say 'My Lady,' all the time, right? You can just call me [Y/N]."

The boy was in shock, and right when he was about to say something, he was cut off by a loud Eek! that came out of my mouth, "I-I think I stepped on something..."

I looked around, only to find a boy laying behind the bushes, now awake. He seemed to have the tail and ear of a lion, and by the looks of it, I had just stepped on his tail.

"I'm so—" "I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but if it is that you can just freely step on my tail and get away, know that you are wrong!"

The dark skinned boy crossed his arms. He was now standing up, and I had to look up to meet his hard, cold gaze. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that he would eat me alive, and he looked like he was holding back onto beating me up.

His brows furrowed, but soon, a cocky smirk was placed on his face. "Well, will you look at who it is. It's the girl that isn't even supposed to be here," he placed a hand on his head, "you will still owe me for stepping in my tail."

I sighed, "Is there really anything I can do?"

"Simple, be my errand runner."

The boy next to me then decided to step in between us, "Wait, isn't there any other way? Maybe we could pay for your lunch or something?"

"Kirin, it's fine."

I then turned to meet the green eyes of the beast-man who stood before me, "I'll do it. But I'll only go for a week," I crossed my arms, "I don't know about you, but I am very busy."

The boy's smirk got wider. He agreed on the terms, and told me that I would start tomorrow, by heading to the Savanaclaw dorm in the morning, there I would meet a boy named Ruggie Bucci, who would tell me what I would do.

The man, who told me his name was Leona Kingscholar, left to head back to his house dorm while me and Karin stayed behind. Karin was freaking out about the whole thing, and he promised to help me with anything I needed help with.

"Kirin, don't worry, I'll be fine. You'll just work under me, so don't even think about following any of his sayings. I'm sorry I even brought you into this."

"My La—[Y/N], it's alright. If anything is needed from you, please inform me at any time."

The boy put his fist on top of his chest, and I put my right hand on my hip, "Actually, there is something I need from you... I need information..."

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call-me-copycat · 1 year

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Escaping The Night (Part 3)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (important if you want me to write for you, or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader (I might've used "they" at some points, sorry!) + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: With Y/N finally captured, Aizawa decides to take them in, though you aren't too happy about your newfound situation, but decide to suck it up. Aizawa revisits his memories of when he first noticed you, and through this your background is given a little light on it, although it still remains much of a mystery to him. What's Aizawa going to do now that his life is forever marked by this event?

▶ Word Count: 4750

▶ Warnings:

- Violent thoughts (reader wanted to strangle Aizawa at one point)

- I write by Japan's terms, so in a car the passenger sits on the left and the driver on the right. Also I use Japanese bathrooms and some sayings (I'll explain these in notes, no worries!)

- A warning for those that don't like to wait (I'm trying, I promise! Your patience is much appreciated!)

- Also for those looking forward to seeing Shinso, I'm very sorry but he's not going to show up until a bit later (I have it planned, I haven't forgotten!)

➜ [Part 1]

➜ [Part 2]

➤ {This is Part 3}

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8]

➜ [Part 9] Coming Soon!

You frowned, not liking where this was going.

"So you'll be staying with me from now on", The scarf man Eraserhead stated.

The room fell silent at his statement. The detective-officer Tsukauchi stood next to him, still wearing a smile, albeit a nervous one.

You glared a look of absolute disbelief at the two men before you. You were just minding your own business not too long ago, and now you were being forced into living with the very man who captured you and disrupted the harmony of your everyday routine.

"I'd rather be locked up." You stared ahead, unblinking, trying your best not to jump the table able and grab the scarf man's neck as hard as you could. The world around you was red, and you were sure that if you didn't have those cuffs on your hands then your quirk would've gone haywire.

"Well, sorry about that because the plan has already been made." The scarf man Eraserhead answered, though his tone didn't match his words, it being filled with an uncaring sarcasm that only served to bother you more.

You were given a duffle bag that the scarf man Eraserhead had brought, with him telling you to be grateful because he could have just had you walk around town in a prison uniform.

Upon opening the bag, you were met with a single U.A gym uniform, only knowing that because of watching the sports festival on the TV every bit and then.

You looked up at the man in confusion. It wasn't even the right size, being slightly too big for you. This was all too odd for you, and it was evident that the man had never done anything similar to what was currently happening as on his face he had slight dismay and apprehension, though it was being carefully masked over with with a look of neutrality.

He most likely understood your confusion, answering, "Well I didn't know your size, and that's all I had on hand at the time. It's not like I have spare teenager's clothes lying around, I barely have enough for myself."

So you begrudgingly dressed in the uniform, though you did it very slowly, wanting nothing but to make the man who took away your way of living suffer as much as you could.

He didn't really seem to care all too much when you exited, simply telling you that he had to sign you both out before departure. His immunity to any outside disturbances and annoyances made you wonder if you'd ever be able to eventually break through that tough shell of his, and you wondered what he had to go through in order to have gained that shell in the first place.

While he was signing the papers at the table where the secretary sat, you stood next to him staring out the windows of the building, wondering if you would be able to outrun him as soon as the doors opened. It was a foolish thought, and one that would most likely end with you being jumped by the police and tased. It was not similar to that of a dog looking out of it's owner's window at the hills that swallowed the little town, dreaming of what it must be like to run about without care.

You jumped as you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you came face-to-face with a small elderly officer holding something out at you. Confused once again, you tried to step back, but the officer only gestured at you to give him your arm, and upon your motionless response sighed and grabbed your left wrist and locked something onto it.

Once he pulled away you examined whatever it was that he put on you. It looked like a flat bracelet that laid atop your arm without any intruding parts, nearly paper thin, yet still made of metal. It had different little computer-like patterns running up and down it, and on the outside of the bracelet, near the back of your hand where it was connected was a square symbol.

You looked all around, up and down, but didn't find anyway to get it off, there being no key holes or openings, only connecting at that flat square shape. It scared you a bit because you were sure that if no one told you then you wouldn't even have know it was there.

"It's a quirk-cancelling bracelet. U.A's own support course made it." The scarf man answered upon noticing your frazzled state when examining the piece of equipment.

You realized that he had finished signing the papers and had been standing there with his hands casually stuffed into his pockets, waiting for you to finish before leaving. It urked you how quiet he was at times, only causing paranoia to build up at your sanity's expense.

"It's to make sure if you go running off then we'll know where you are, and keep you from using your quirk." He added.

"What's the square for?" You questioned, hoping to gain more information on how you could get it off. A canceller and a tracker? Really?

"It's in case someone of authority feels that it's safe for you to use your quirk. It'll only deactivate and come off with permission from a U.A teacher like me, a hero, or an officer." He replied ever so casually.

"So what's the square for?" You asked once again, hating it when people don't answer questions all the way, or avoid it.

"It's for either a fingerprint or key card. But don't think you can simply steal a card or use a print when someone's asleep. We have a schedule, if someone's going to deactivate it then they'd have to physically tell someone else of authority that they're going to. Whenever it's deactivated then everyone'll get a message that the bracelet has been deactivated. It someone sees that message and no one got a warning response then we can turn the bracelet back on through the online message and track your location. And only me, the police, and Nezu have legal permission to take it off entirely."

You sat through his explanation waiting for it to end the entire time. What you got from that was that you were at some sort of dead-end, but now that you thought of it, you figured that if you played your cards just right, then maybe you'd have a chance at escape. Maybe. Just maybe.

"Who's Nezu?" You asked bitterly, defeat lacing your voice as you walked beside the scarf- Eraserhead outside to his car. You just hated the awkward silence that stood between you as you both walked.

Besides, your plans of running went down the drain the moment you stepped outside, as the area was swamped with police officers, along with the fact that you believed someone sedated you a bit because your movements felt stiff and tiring (at least more than usual).

There was a light layer of snow covering the ground, something you knew all too well about since it caused you to shiver throughout the night. Since you were a very light sleeper from continuous nights of having to keep your guard up, the snow made it near pointless in trying to get any sleep at night, explaining the deep bags that laid underneath your tired eyes. In an odd way, you sort of mimicked the man that was taking you in.

"He's a good boss of mine. You'll like him." Eraserhead answered while bringing out his car keys from his pocket and opening the passenger door on the left for you to get in, while he himself got into the driver's side on the right. (*Remember! In Japan we have our driver's seat on the right while the passenger sits on the left*)

You gloomily slouched into your seat, defeat washing over you. Although you didn't want to give up and keep fighting to the best of your ability, fate had a different idea. A teacher, who was also a hero, who works at the school where heroes are trained, all the while being surrounded by heroes of all sorts. There was just no way you were getting out of this. Maybe with patience and luck, but the odds wouldn't ever be in your favor.

Your situation had gotten so bad to the point to where you didn't even feel entirely real, simply going about half-dazed and feeling like you were walking through a dream of sorts. You internally hoped that if it was then for you to wake up soon.

You decided to at least try getting used to your current situation a bit, so at least you wouldn't be surprised if anything else happened. You looked around the car as Eraserhead pulled out, having been parked with the front facing out.

The car looked clean for the most part, though it faintly smelled of smoke, the kind you remembered smelling as you walked by bars. This didn't really surprise you, but you ignored the smell and continued your observations.

There were 2 cup holders that were filled with everything but cups, one holding a couple of old pens, and the other held rubber bands and paper clips. The car was old, you noticed, but it was in good condition.

You didn't think much of it until a bit of yellow appeared in the side of your eye from the rearview mirror.

Your turned around to find out what it was and you were met with an atrocious site that caused you to gasp in bewilderment.

Behind where you and Eraserhead sat, the back seats were covered entirely in papers, scattered aimlessly all over the leather seats and bottom floor. Papers, papers, everywhere, all laid about, most in stacked piles atop each other, but some loner papers lingered around as well. And on top of this monstrosity was a large yellow sleeping bag that also looked as if it has been thrown haphazardly just as the papers had been. There wasn't any trash or anything of the sort, the only things that littered the seats were those papers. And that one sleeping bag.

Your dazed state of mind got put on hold for the split second your eyes made contact with the organized mess that leaked chaos sitting directly behind you and the man responsible for it.

Eraserhead noticed you gawking and chuckled genuinely for a second before explaining.

"There's a system- even if you don't believe so. I've had it like that for a long time so don't mess with it." He spoke with a slight joking tone, possibly finding your confusion entertaining.

You didn't respond, preferring to turn and watch the buildings blur by the car, enjoying the way the light made the little town look. People were seen just about everywhere, all simply going about their day. Moms with their noisy kids, teens walking with their friends, regular commuters simply enjoying the scenery, office workers always moving with purpose in their step, and so many others.

You wanted to get your life back to the way it was. You didn't want to suffer through the agony of being force taught how to behave in compliance to how those above you wanted you to. What was the point in saving a life of that person wasn't allowed to live it? What fueled these people, and did the belief that they were doing something kind blind them to the harsh reality of their own wrongdoings?

Thoughts such as these swirled in your head, though not as frivolous as the day before when you woke up in the cell room, and you blamed your viscous state of mind on whoever sedated you.

Eraserhead pulled up to a small apartment complex, all the rooms neatly aligned with each other in a large "U" shape, bushes and trees framing every edge of the building. It was a quaint and humble place, not really anything to gawk or do a double take at.

He pulled into the multi-level parking lot that was situated right next to the little complex, not having to drive far as his spot seemed to be on the very bottom level.

Eraserhead noticed your glum expression as he politely opened the passenger door to let you out, and he felt a small pang of remorse for being the cause of it. He took a deep breath in and out before shutting the door of the passenger side, and once again reminded himself that this was for the better, that he was going to help you instead of letting you crumble to pieces over time in the street.

With this newfound goal set once again in his head, he decided that now you were found he would do everything he could to integrate you into society so that you'd have an easy start in life compared to one on the streets or in prison.

First things first, he had to find a way to make you comfortable since you were most likely going to feel isolated, not knowing anyone or anything that surrounded you. He remembered how he felt when he was younger, leaving home early and pursuing a life of justice. It would've been worse if he was alone, but he had his good friend Yamada with him, so he wasn't entirely isolated... Like you are now.

"Where are we going?"

He was brought back to reality when you spoke up suddenly, voice as monotone as ever, and he realized that he had walked past the apartment complex during his moment of thinking, and you had followed him just as you were instructed to.

He sighed before making a circle in the air with his index finger pointing to the sky and muttering "back around" before promptly turning 180 degrees.

You snorted a bit, but quickly covered it by clearing your throat when given a look by the man you were instructed to follow.

He lead you up the stairs of the building to the middle of the complex, with it having 5 stories total and the middle being on the 3rd level.

You both walked past a couple doors, the level you were currently on being noticably quieter compared to the others. You were about to ask him this, but you didn't get the chance to as one of the doors swung open as you both were just passing it, and out walked a little elderly lady, long black hair being tied into a large messy traditional Japanese bun, and wearing a soft dark blue coat with white fluff around the collar, with a long pale blue skirt under it (or it could've been a dress under the coat?), paired with white ankle socks and classic granny slippers that were typically worn inside.

She carried with her a long wooden cane that looked so polished you believed you would be able to see your reflection in it. She walked with a hunch, and her face was crinkled into a grumpy frown. You thought she looked absolutely adorable at first, but then she started speaking.

"Shota! Shota, what're you doing with this kid? Are they going to be loud? Because if so then I suggest leaving em' to sleep outside" She badgered.

"Sorry for any disturbance, Tsumugi san*1" (Miss Su-Moo-Gee), Eraserhead responded patiently to the angry elderly lady.

"Well she better not be a bother, I don't have time for kids. The price of the houses already went down enough when you moved in Shota." The lady, Tsumugi san, accused.

The lady started talking so suddenly that you didn't have the slightest amount of time to prepare for all the words and complaints that fell from her mouth. And when she complained about one thing you didn't have enough time to comprehend it before she moved on to another. She didn't necessarily seem to be filled with a vile motivation, but rather she just looked like a grumpy old lady.

"If I hear one peep coming from you then I'll call the cops, do you hear child?" Miss Tsumugi threatened, pointing her cane's end directly towards your face, moving oddly fast for someone of her age and catching you off guard by the swift movement.

You could hear Eraserhead sigh from your side, but you held up your hands in defense, not wanting to provoke the already angry little woman.

"She won't be off any trouble. I swear by it, or else I wouldn't have taken her here in the first place." Eraserhead reassured Miss Tsumugi, not wanting to be stuck out there for hours while she ranted on and on.

Luckily she seemed to believe him, and with one last glare, the old woman stepped back into her apartment, and with that, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You quickly maintained your composure once again, only sparing a side glance at Eraserhead, who seemed to understand what you were thinking.

"That's Miss Tsumugi, she and I are the only ones who live on this level. Anyone else who tried to move in, in the past were all scared away by her, so that's why I preferred to settle here. She keeps all the obnoxious people away." He explained, continuing further as he dug in his pockets for his keys, and upon retrieval went to unlock the door.

"She didn't like me at first- Well, I suppose she still doesn't, but she puts up with me now that some time had passed. Gave me hell on my first day, and won't let me forget it." He lightly chuckled as he opened the door, the chuckle dissipating to a slight sigh at your silence despite his attempts to lighten the mood.

"It's not much. Don't worry about it though, I'm currently getting things situated, but for tonight we'll just have to make it work."

You didn't respond, not wanting to waste your breath on the tired man, and only decided that you'd talk when you want to. You hated having to act this way, but you had no clue as to who this man was or what his motivations were, only having even learned his name less than an hour ago. And now, you suddenly live with him? It was too much, and even in your sedated state you knew to keep your mouth shut you you wouldn't accidently say something of importance.

Stepping into the apartment after Eraserhead, you studied your surroundings, understanding that if you were to be stuck here for awhile then you might as well get an understanding of the place. It'll also help you when making a plan to escape later.

The apartment was a little larger than most apartments that you'd seen, but you understood that the ones you'd saw were in the city, where they were known for being tiny, yet expensive.

Despite the open space, there really wasn't anything to look at. A single couch, it's black leather having been worn in the places due to time. A scruffy rug that sat in front of the door. A regular looking TV hanging on the wall, it's remote laying on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. The walls were bare, and while it was bare, it was clean.

Eraserhead scratched the back of his head, "I know it needs work, I just never had time to get to it. But I've made plans to make it into a more livable space.", He reassured.

He led you to the kitchen that was situated next to the living room, it being as plain as the room before. A fridge, which upon opening had little to nothing in it except for a few weird packets that looked like the one that you'd suck applesauce out of, some small assorted items and a pack of beers.

The walls were plain, and there wasn't much to work with, the cabinets being nearly empty except a few essentials (like rice and bread), and the only equipment being a rice cooker, a microwave, and a few pots and pans. You didn't even think this guy had plates.

Next to the kitchen was a four-legged wooden table that looked older than you were, having scratches worn on its surface. And it had three chairs, none of which matched each other, you guessed he probably got it from a yard sale or something.

He pointed out where the bathroom was, and (surprise, surprise), it was barren as well. In fact, you didn't even see anything like shampoo, or soap, or even toilet paper in it. You turned to the man with a bewildered and slightly agitated look, only getting an explanation of since he lived by himself he only really used the bathroom in his room (which he said you could use whenever as he didn't really care), furthered by another apology and promise of going shopping soon.

The room in the bathroom was a level lower than the room that was outside of it, and the shower head was simply sitting in the wall, connected to it by a cord. There was a drain on the floor, and Eraserhead explained that in order to use the shower you had to close the door so no water got out, and it'll all drain down eventually. There was a small wooden stool sitting directly under the shower head, and a mirror sat on the wall in front of it.*2

(Think of it looking a bit like that) ⬆️

The bathtub sat rested in the corner, a pleated cover over it, to which Eraserhead unrolled and put in a horizontal cylindrical metal basket hanging off the end. He established that you were to shower yourself off before getting into the bathtub*3, and then demonstrated how to turn it on from a silver panel that was connected to the wall and was covered in a dazzling array of different buttons.

After the bathroom he led you to the room right next to it, telling you that it was yours.

After he opened the door, you promptly scanned the room, and immediately became even more disappointed at the sight.

The walls were bare, and the room seemed to have been used as a temporary guest room beforehand, in due part to the bundled up shikibuton*4, which was neatly resting in the corner of the room with the back on the same wall the door was on. You could tell it hadn't been used in some time according to the layer of dust that had settled on top of it, making you feel a small bout of queasiness and definitely preferring to sleep on the cold tatami mat instead.

Two large windows brought in warm evening sunlight to your cold form, yet it didn't deliver nearly enough life that the room needed desperately so. In between the two windows was a large (for the compact room) glass sliding door, which led out to a balcony that extended out and allowed a scenic view of the surrounding buildings and streets.

The apartment was making you more discouraged with each room, and you didn't even own it nor have you been in it for more than a day. This was one of the lower case scenarios that could have happened, and it was made worse when you realized that you were at the full mercy of this man and everyone else above you that had complete control over you and how you were going to live your life.

Eraserhead looked down at his watch before turning to you and noticed once again that sullen look had made its way back onto your face. And once again, another bite of remorse made itself known to the man as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. You clearly weren't content with your new surroundings, he could see your eyes darting all over as you took in your observations of the place, and you never once showed any emotion other than agitation or distress, nor did he get many words out of you.

Eraserhead had first seen you when he was out on patrol only a few years ago, it couldn't have been more than 3. While he was situated on top of a building's roof on lookout for any suspicious activity, he spotted two kids hopping from roof to roof, one laughing, but both with large grins plastered on both of their faces as they jumped and landed in rhythm. He chased after the both of you, but was never able to catch up due to getting a sudden call that a villain was spotted in the area.

He didn't think much of it, until he saw you again, this time with a different person, a girl that looked to be a bit older than you, and definitely well trained as she wore a tank top and shorts that showed off the results of hard training. You followed the girl and he saw you both jump into action and take a villain down together, large smiles once again filling your features as you enjoyed your night. He started to go after the two of you, but you both noticed and were able to escape his grasp.

That night he couldn't think properly. He was wondering, what was a kid like you doing out on the streets fighting villains? Did you have parents? Friends? A warm bed, meals to look forward to... A place to call home?

He grew frustrated with himself, and he didn't know why it hurt him so to see a regular like you doing the things that he saw dozens of illegal vigilantes do everyday. What made you so different?

He eventually took that question to the police station, where he gained a deeper understanding of who you were and your background. Apparently your story was known throughout the little police force in the area where you once lived, and it wasn't a good one. He found out that he wasn't the only one trying to find you, several of people were (mainly police officers and a few heroes), and they all collectively felt heartbreak and remorse over your beginning.

Apparently no one knew where you went, and you just suddenly vanished one night, gone as if you never were there to with. The story of the girl who Escaped the Night began to run wild amongst the small community, and eventually it spread out as more people began to discuss it.

As the chain grew and grew, the story got more and more garbled. Things were added, things were taken. It was twisted and distorted into an unintelligible mess of rumors. And eventually, no one knew who to believe, the confusion had finally made itself clear to those who further entangled it. And with that confusion, the story was just put off as a rumor, and nothing more.

Following that, he had a new goal in mind, and it was to apprehend you and bring you back to where you were safe. After that, he would live his life like he did beforehand. It was a simple plan, but then again, Aizawa was a simple man. One who thought rationally and logically.

Though, this proved to sometimes work against him in some scenarios that were made to be unpredictable, scenarios where rationality had to be traded in for emotional thought. Regardless, he still worked through it.

But you were always a sneaky one.

With that devious quirk of yours, paired with your cunning personality, you managed to shake him off everytime he tried to bring you in. Someway, somehow, it didn't matter if he laid out traps, worked in disguise, or outright started chasing after you. Traps were uncovered, disguises were seen through as if they were transparent, and you won every single chase. That is, until Eraserhead thought of something new.

He decided that he would start a new chase, but this time he would lag behind as the police would herd you somewhere you could be trapped. He never expected you to trap yourself in your childhood home. He understood the pain of being back somewhere that was better left off forgotten.

The image of you banging on the window one last time in desperation as fatigue took hold of your body was forever burned into his brain by the feelings of liability that his conscious presented to him continually.

He'd make thing better, something that he was sure of.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed part 3, and I'm sorry if the chapters have been a bit slow lately, I promise I'm trying to speed them up!

Thank you very much for reading my story, and thank you all for your patience!

Explanations (optional- just for fun):

*1 - In case you didn't know, when speaking to strangers or of you simply want to be polite, in Japanese you would add "san" to the end of someone's name. Since Miss Tsumugi is older than Aizawa (who is 31-still quite young), he treats her with respect (common in Japan). I might switch between "Miss" and "san" to ease confusion.

*2 + *3 - Japanese bathrooms are a bit complex and different from western bathrooms. Basically speaking, one would close the door and sit on a stool and shower with the detachable shower head (most bathrooms also have a tall mirror underneath the shower on the wall so you can look at yourself while cleaning). And as for the bath, one would be expected to clean themselves off before getting into the bath, because the bath isn't really used for cleaning like western baths, and sometimes families would share baths after one another without changing the water (to save money, but since they cleaned themselves off the water would be clean). The drain would be on the floor, and the floor would be a little lower than the floor on the outside to keep water from seeping out. I don't know what motivated me to explain all this, it's not even related to the story...

*4 - Shikibutons, they're like Japanese futons. They're sort of like a mix between a thick blanket and a thin mattress. You roll them up when you're not using them, and you unroll them and grab a blanket and just go to sleep. Common in Japan for families or guests (as they're easy to store).

I'll get chapter 4 out soon! Thank you and have a good day!

(Sorry for my lengthy explanations, I had too much fun with it...)

Reblogs and other uses are fine with me! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧.

Fun Fact: A few days ago my phone glitched and I thought I somehow accidentally deleted this entire chapter. Had a mini heart attack for a second ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

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sweet night [pt.9]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: ~6.0k

warnings: seungkwan heavy chapter, little actual mingyu content. mention of a flashback. rain/storm warning. more emotional talks. angst.

daisy’s notes: honestly u can thank holly for me posting this one now instead of waiting lol

summary: As the adopted daughter of the Kim family and current heir to the company, you have it all. An arranged marriage with your soon-to-be fiance who you truly fell in love with, respect from your workers for being good at your job, a good relationship with both your family and your good friends… What more could you want out of life? And yet all it takes is one night for everything to fall down, and one man to help pick up the pieces.

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Kibum, as your big brother, knew you better than most people did.

He knew that you’re a strong person. You’d face your challenges and steel your nerves to get through them, no matter what people thought of you. Even when he heard the news of what happened, Kibum knew that you would be okay. Still, he knew you well. He knew that sometimes you’d call him and ask to meet up, always with this quiet pleading tone in your voice. It never took him long to figure out what you needed when he heard it, because it was the same tone you’ve always used with him when you were growing up. The very quiet I need my brother here tone: softer than usual, and so much more genuine than the voice you put on when you face work. A quiet plea for company that no one else could provide you.

You had called him and asked him to meet you for lunch with that same tone of voice, and Kibum knew that you needed to talk. He told you to pick the place, and he drove there as soon as he knew you’d be getting off for your lunch break. When you finally showed up, he was already there--excusing it as the (very true) fact that he’d already been in the area for work. He saw the way your eyes widened when you saw him, but that surprise faded fast and was replaced by comfort.

“So? Spill,” Kibum had said, leaning back into his chair a little casually. “What did he do now?”

You cracked a small, uneasy smile. “You act like Mingyu’s always doing something.”

Kibum stared at you for a moment, surprise lighting up his eyes. “Isn’t he?” He recovered well, but not well enough. You could tell that the hesitation came from expecting to hear Seungkwan’s name from you. “So? Spill,” he repeated. “Something’s obviously bothering you if you want to talk to me about it.”

You sucked in your cheeks a little. “Kibum--”

“I know you,” he said. “You want an honest opinion. So tell me what’s bothering you.”

You hesitated as a waiter refilled your glass before walking off again. You looked down at your hands a moment later. “I don’t know if I want to marry Mingyu anymore.”

“And?” Kibum pushed a little, watching you carefully. “That’s not all.” Your brother knew you far too well for that.

Again, the words were hard to get out. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

With that, you needed to explain. Everything spilled out of you as a result: the dates the two of you went on, the domesticity of your living situation... and the fact he’s supposed to propose to you in a few days. It felt as though things were beginning to change between you and Mingyu, and last night was just the first time you realized it. All it took was looking over and seeing him, breathless and happy next to you underneath the stars, for you to realize the warm feeling in your chest was a direct response to the way he cared so deeply for you. He made you feel loved.

“I think...” You stared at your fingers, focusing on the little imperfections in your nails. “I feel like I’m latching onto Mingyu because he’s being kind to me. These aren’t dates, we’re just going out and being ourselves together. There’s no stress to be anyone or anything else.” For a moment, you paused. “I feel like I can be myself with him,” and you knew that Kibum was giving you a look, knowing exactly how those words sounded. “And I can’t help but think I’m starting to fall in love with him, which isn’t fair because he’s my best friend. He doesn’t love me like that.” Pain sparked up from how tightly your hands were curled around one another, nails now digging into your skin. “It’s too soon.”

“Everyone moves on differently,” Kibum said. “Some people obviously before the relationship is over--”

You gave him a pointed look, “Kibum.”

“--And some people take longer. It’s been over a month since what happened.” Kibum paused, watching you before deciding to choose his words carefully, as to not offend. “If you needed longer, you wouldn’t call me. You wouldn’t tell anyone of this.” Kibum reached out, gently unwrapping your hand and holding it. “If you think you’re ready to move on, then I support you.”

“Mingyu doesn’t love me like that.”

He pulled his hand away with a hard exhale out of his nose, looking away. He clicked his tongue, before giving you this pointed look as though you’d just lied to his face, “Are you sure?”

“Why would Mingyu love me?” You frowned. You didn’t think you were Mingyu’s type. Mingyu was smart and handsome and caring and kind and you were...

Well. You were you.

“Why did Seungkwan?” Kibum asked, “Why does anyone? Because you’re you. Just because you don’t see the reasons people love you doesn’t mean that they aren’t there. You care about people. I see it in the way you worry over the people who work for you.” When you tore your gaze away with this pout, Kibum merely paused before switching gears. “Do you know why our parents let you date Seungkwan for so long?”

“Because I told them I wanted to wait--”

“Because you two loved each other,” Kibum said. “And you actually cared about each other. All of us thought that you two were going to get married for a reason. I don’t know what happened to Seungkwan, but you two clearly connected. It’s all in the past now, but... You stood up for his comfort. You cared, and you care about Mingyu now. You’re so focused on how Mingyu feels that you don’t pay attention to how you feel.”

You furrowed your brow. “What?”

“Do you remember what you said to me after I came back from London?” Kibum didn’t give you a chance to answer, “You said you wanted to marry someone you like even if it’s for the company. What about you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to hesitate. “But the company--”

“Who cares about the company right now?!” Kibum rolled his eyes, turning back to you with a more stern expression. “You are not the company no matter how much you feel like you are. I’ve always worried about you because you’re married to your job--but you said it yourself. You go out with Mingyu and you don’t have to worry about work. You can just be you when you’re with him. Would you really be going out with him if all of this was just pretend?”

Would you? You’d spent time with Mingyu before, just as friends, back when you were dating Seungkwan. But these... not-dates were beginning to feel a little less so. The night on the boat, buying rings with him, falling into the grass and laughing... It all felt different. When you thought about it, you remembered the butterflies you felt with Seungkwan. The cozy feeling of loving and being loved in return. Maybe, if you truly had to think about it and compare, it felt even better when you were with Mingyu. In a way, it was healing.

When you lost Seungkwan’s love, you had felt broken. All of it had been suffocating. The shame of losing his love so publicly, the fact that he couldn’t come to you directly and tell you how he truly felt, the guilt over not seeing it sooner... It had broken you deeper than anything else. Yet when you were with Mingyu, that ache was soothed. He’d rescued you that night, and his care had helped you pick up the shattered piece and start putting them together again. Staying with him made you feel like you had a safe place to heal. Every move he’d made, he did it to take care of you. From bringing you back to his home so you had a private place to mourn the death of your relationship in peace, to moving you into his spare room so you could live with less stress instead of finding a hotel room or an apartment on such short notice. Even his proposal to you had been born from you venting your frustrations about having to date again, and solidified as a decision the two of you made to take your fates back into your own hands. Mingyu had chosen a happy business-fueled marriage with you, one of his best friends, over risking any alternative. He gave you safety when you needed it the most, and something about that made your heart yearn.

“I think you know.”

You did.

You were sure that you were starting to fall in love with Kim Mingyu.

The skies had grown darker outside, and you were stuck listening to Kibum fuss at you over keeping his old college car. You were going to call a taxi to go back to work, but the moment you said so, Kibum insisted that he’d drive you and drop you off. Admitting that you knew you’d been having problems with his car was only another nail in your coffin, because Kibum (as your older brother and occasional second mom) knew you were smarter than to keep something like that. You told him you knew it needed to have work done, but it completely broke down before you could have that appointment scheduled. You could afford a new one, sure, but you liked your car. It made you feel closer to your brother, after all. So instead of talking back to Kibum, you let him lecture you while you reminisce instead.

Two years ago, you’d been like this: heading back to your work building after lunch. However, that time had been a lunch meeting with a client your parents had sent you to. There was no Secretary Lee at this point to take care of you, no office to yourself: you hadn’t risen that high yet. Of course, traffic had been rough for you that day, and it meant that you would have been late to your next meeting with your parents and another company (something about cosmetics--you’d double check your information on the elevator ride up) had you not left as early as you were able to. They’d told you to make sure that you looked nice because this meeting was vital for you to attend.

Which only told you one thing: you were about to meet your future husband.

Ever since you’d entered the company, you knew that this day would come. That one day, you’d be married off to the son of some wealthy businessman, as much as you dreaded that thought. Although you’d never spoken about it (except to Kibum, once, and never again because he’d teased you about it), you were a bit of a hopeless romantic. You’d grown up watching dramas with your brother and grandmother, and seeing your parents love each other genuinely. Things would be different for you, though, and you knew that. Still, you couldn’t help but dream of a loving romance instead of one done like this.

You had reached out to press the button for your floor when you saw a young man quickly leave the front desk when he saw you in the elevator. He’d called out for you to please hold it the moment you clicked the button, doors already shutting by the time he arrived. You could hear the faint thump of his body making an impact (or maybe just his fist--you’d never be sure) while you were pressing the button to open the doors rapidly, as if it’d force them open faster.

A moment later, you were greeted with a wide-eyed young man who’d turned when he heard the doors open. You hadn’t caught everything he’d said under his breath, but you were pretty sure he’d been softly cursing you out. Instead, he thanked you quietly, and stepped in--keeping a decent amount of space between the two of you.

You pressed the button for floor seventeen. “What floor?”

He rattled off the same number, and you merely stepped back as the doors shut without much of a comment. A nice coincidence in all of this mess.

Despite your hesitation, you looked over at the young man. He looked close to your own age, although you couldn’t be sure if he was older or younger (his chubby cheeks were kinda cute, in your opinion). “Are you late?”

He nodded quietly, adjusting his tie. He glanced up at you, sheepish already, and admitted a “Almost.” He continued on after a moment, “I misread the address,” and he continued to fix the lapel of his jacket.

You could understand that. Your habit of leaving early for things had saved you time and time again whenever you made the same mistake while getting to restaurants you weren’t familiar with or businesses across the city. At least that habit, ingrained into you by your family, was good. “I understand.”

He nodded. “It isn’t too bad,” he said, clearly not thinking much as he stared ahead. “At least a pretty lady held the elevator for me...”

The compliment had made you smile. “Oh? How nice,” you teased lightly.

Immediately, color began to leak into his face as he grew more and more flustered. “Ah, I mean--I meant you--” He stammered, gaze meeting your own. “Not that I meant to flirt--I’m--I’m taken now. Sorry.”

Although you almost wanted to tease him (taken now? He sure didn’t sound confident), you giggled at how cute he was. “It’s okay,” you said. Had you been alone, you would have leaned against the elevator wall. You hated how slow this thing moved sometimes, the number just now ticking to nine “I won’t tell.”

“You won’t?” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good...” He looked away from you, scratching the back of his neck before sheepishly stealing another look your way. “Do I look okay? I almost spilled coffee on myself earlier,” he said, again not really thinking in a way that was actually pretty cute to you. Maybe it was because he was so close to your age that he was so open and honest. Like he could let his guard down when he was around you.

“You look cute,” you giggled. “Your partner must be lucky.”

His face immediately started going red, and he tore his eyes away from you. “I don’t think she is,” he said after a moment. “We, um, we don’t really have a choice here.”

Ah. Another person in an arranged marriage. “I know the feeling,” you said. Floor sixteen... “I hope you have a happy marriage nonetheless,” you began to straighten yourself out a little bit. “It’s important to find things that you love about the other person at least, even if you can’t love them entirely.”

“But is that fair?” The doors opened. “If you can’t love someone entirely, then it doesn’t feel fair. Even marrying a friend is better than marrying a stranger.”

The two of you stepped out together, and you faced him. “Maybe so,” you said. “But we don’t get that luxury, do we?” You took a small step back after checking the time, thankful you could take a moment for yourself in the bathrooms to freshen up. “Good luck,” you simply told him, “I hope you learn to love her.”

And he nodded back, wishing you the same as the two of you parted ways. You carefully fixed your makeup in the bathroom mirror, making sure that you looked presentable for what was about to happen. All you could do was gather your courage, taking one final deep breath and exhaling before straightening. With your nerves steeled, you made your way to the meeting room a single minute past the appointed time. You entered, bowing in respect as your parents had taught you to, and apologized for taking a moment for yourself. Then you straightened up, and realized who stood with his parents now.

Your parents introduced you to Boo Seungkwan, who immediately began to apologize for not recognizing you immediately. He didn’t want to assume that you were you and then be wrong (and have to deal with that situation as well). He wasn’t able to see your plastic ID on your lanyard, after all.

“I’m sorry I called you pretty,” he said, only to realize what he said. “Not that you aren’t pretty! You’re... You’re very pretty,” he said, “but you’ve worked hard to get to where you are. It’s an honor to meet you,” he said, taking your hands in his own, “please take care of me as we move forward.”

You’d smiled to yourself, already endeared to this awkwardly cute man who’d stumbled into your life. All you could do was ask that he did the same.

When Kibum finally dropped you off, you felt a drop of rain hit your nose. Stepping underneath the shelter, you watched the beginnings of rain as they hit the pavement before sighing. Hopefully the rain wouldn’t become too heavy--you’d left your umbrella at home that day. Yet, as the universe seemed to be against you again, you’d watched as it evolved into a heavier downpour that left you stranded at your building after everyone had started to leave. Your driver had said he’d call a different repair shop for you rather than fully admit defeat (you were already beginning to look up cars in your spare time, just to have a back-up plan), Mingyu had his driver drop you off at your work, and now you were stuck unless you wanted to call Kibum again. Mingyu had a business dinner around this time, and you likely wouldn’t see his driver for a while due to the heavier traffic. So instead you decided to call him, thanking him for trying to come get you, but that Secretary Lee had offered to drive you home instead. It’d been a lie--you were fully planning to get a taxi as soon as you could and not worry anyone further--but at least you weren’t inconveniencing anyone.

Although you were starting to regret it. With this weather, it was hard to get anyone. Most services were overly busy, and you were left sitting in the lobby, trying to get through as you paced to and fro. If only you hadn’t forgotten your umbrella--you would have tried to make it to the nearest bus station if you could. You always had the bad habit of forgetting the thing, and it didn’t help that you felt worse whenever you had to ask Seungkwan to bring it to you or for Chan to fetch it if he didn’t mind. It was your favorite umbrella, bright blue with this elegant darker pattern around the rim of it. It’d been a gift from Kibum, who thought the cute design fit you. You always thought of clearer skies when you used it.

Sitting down by the window, you began to weigh your options. Maybe you could call Minghao or Junhui--or maybe Soonyoung, who you were pretty sure didn’t live far from the building since you’d stayed late one day. He’d left at the end of the work day, only to be back within thirty minutes because he’d forgotten his portable charger (and he’d stopped in to check on you, making sure you weren’t overworking yourself too much).

Then you heard your name being called out, and there was Seungkwan with your folded umbrella in his hand.

“You forgot to take it when you moved out,” he said quietly. Seungkwan looked... bad, to put it simply. Had he been eating? Those round cheeks were slightly less so, and you couldn’t help but feel pity for him.

Then it hit you that you’d never seen him so... somber. So quiet. Even after the meeting weeks ago and the pet adoption drive. He held out the umbrella to you as he approached, and immediately backed off once you accepted it. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it a moment later, and then he tore his gaze away from you.

With a deep breath, he finally spoke again in that same quiet voice, “Vernon told me you’re supposed to get engaged soon.” He looked up, finally meeting your eyes, “to Mingyu.”

You nodded, standing up after a moment. “And?”

“That’s good.” He took a step back. “Mingyu will treat you better.” His fingers curled tight around his briefcase, and he seemed as though he were in pain. “I know he will.”

You weren’t sure what to say, and you thought Seungkwan wasn’t sure, either. But it was the first time either of you were really speaking to one another, face to face, and alone. The first time you had Chan by your side and you could turn it into business. The second, you had Mingyu there, and you knew he had writhed a little at seeing you happy with Mingyu. Now it was just you, plain and simple and nothing more or less. Being along with him made you feel choked up, the urge to cry building stronger and stronger. You weren’t even sure why. Was it the sight of Seungkwan in general? Or the sight of him looking so... hopeless? Lost? As though everything that had made him shine was taken away from him?

“They haven’t spoken to me in over a month,” he finally said. He didn’t focus on you, gaze staring far past where you stood. “I think I lost them for good.”

Oh. Oh. “I thought you got engaged--”

He shook his head immediately. “Technically, we did. We are. But they’re upset with me,” he said, focus dropping to the floor in shame. “They should be. I know I fucked up,” he said, voice catching in his throat as he sniffled. “And I know I don’t deserve anyone’s support--and I know you hate me now and want me to go, but I...” Tears began to stream down his cheeks, and he refused to look at you as he raised his voice, “I ruined everything and I don’t know what to do anymore!”

Seungkwan broke down in front of you right then and there, and you realized just how much he’d been holding to his chest. You didn’t move from where you were standing, feeling paralyzed. “What do you mean?”

“Half of my friends won’t listen to me when I try to speak to them,” he said through a break in his sob, “and almost everyone else keeps telling me I need to talk to you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say! I cheated on you and--and you have every right to hate me--” He wiped roughly at his eyes, “--and you should! And you do--and the person I love more than anyone else does, too. They said yes because we were in front of a crowd! I only did it so that our families knew I was serious.”

You raised your voice, anger beginning to fester, “You could have told me! I would have let you go--”

“They wouldn’t have!” He finally met your gaze again. Angry, upset, and so, so hurt. “You would have, but your parents wouldn’t! You aren’t like them. You actually cared about me and what I wanted,” he said. “I didn’t know how to tell you. You already face so much from them, I couldn’t make you break off our engagement.”

You knew things wouldn’t have been that simple. He was right about that. If you had gone to your parents to break off the engagement, you would have had to do it carefully. And what would you have even said? That Seungkwan loved someone else? Not every person like you and Seungkwan were lucky to marry for love. Seungkwan loving you at all was more than enough for them.

You took a deep breath, regaining your tight rein on your emotions. “You should have talked to me either way.”

“If I did, can you tell me you wouldn’t have gone to your parents anyway? That you wouldn’t have called your brother and gotten more people involved?” Seungkwan was going quieter again. “That you wouldn’t have taken things into your own hand even if I had begged you not to?“

You couldn’t.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” he said. “Because I knew you. You would have let me go and done anything to ensure that. I know everything’s all my fault,” he took a deep breath, “and I should have said something.” He went quiet for what felt like an eternity, and he took the smallest step toward you--as if to make this conversation more intimate despite no one else being around. “I think letting you go is hard. Even now, I think about how long we were together. How much of our lives were intertwined.” Seungkwan took one final deep breath as he looked at your face. You could see how wet his cheeks still were. “And I want to stop loving you.”

You didn’t have any words. All you knew was that you’d always feel the same.

“I think,” he started, a minute later, “I’ll always love you in some way. And I’m okay with that. Even if I never see them again, I loved them, too. I don’t regret either of those decisions.”

Decisions. You hiccuped, already feeling your own tears beginning to well up. “Boo--” You took a step back, “That’s not--This isn’t fair!” You snapped at him, catching him off guard. Every single emotion you’d carefully bottled up had finally shaken and burst out, shattering hard enough that you couldn’t fight back your tears any longer. “Do you know what I’ve gone through for the past month?! I had to pretend I was okay in front of my staff, I roped Mingyu into this stupid arrangement--” You sniffled, words escaping you for a moment. “And it hurts,” your voice cracked.

Seungkwan grew frustrated immediately. “It hurts me, too!” He snapped back, and you were thankful that everyone else was gone. The door had been propped open and set to lock after you shut it when you left. “You moved on so quickly--It felt like our relationship meant nothing to you! Mingyu will treat you better than I did, but it still hurts to see how you love him!”

You stared at him and the words he had so casually dropped as fact. “What?”

“You love Mingyu,” Seungkwan repeated, “and it hurts to see you love him so readily. I know I was a coward who should have talked to you, but seeing you with Mingyu hurts. He was my friend before he was yours,” he said. “And either you love him or you’re using him as a rebound--which isn’t fair for him. Be angry at me, scream at me, but don’t hurt your friend and mind just to hurt me.”

“It’s for business,” you said, and it stung to lie like that out loud. “Just like we were--”

“No.” Seungkwan was far colder now, his gaze trained steady on your. “We weren’t just business. You know that.”

You did. Two years of loving Boo Seungkwan couldn’t be just business, no matter how much you wished it was. “Mingyu is different.”

Seungkwan stared at you with wet cheeks that he finally reached up, wiping at his face with his sleeve. The silence grew between the two of you, and after a moment, he finally looked at you again with clearer eyes. “I always thought I’d be happy with you,” he said. “I think I would have been.” And yet he swallowed hard. “Just not happy enough.”

The sentiment hurt deep, and you weren’t sure what was worse: the public proposal, or this. “You--”

“But you wouldn’t be happy, either. You would have figured it out,” Seungkwan said. “You’re smart. You would have seen the way I looked at them sooner or later. And then you’d let me go then, too. I know you. Our parents wouldn’t have let us back out. My mom supported me, but my dad didn’t think I’d go through with it. Your parents didn’t, either,” Seungkwan took a deep breath. “You deserve someone who will love you with everything they have. I’m sorry I couldn’t do that. But they’re...”

You remembered the way he looked at them. “I know.”

“I’m scared I’ve lost them,” Seungkwan said. “And if I have, then I think I deserve it. If I could go back and do it differently, then I would.”

The question burst out of you before you could think twice: “What would you do?”

He went quiet. “I would have told you first,” he finally said. “And I think... I wouldn’t propose at all. I’d take the fall entirely,” he made his way over to you, setting his briefcase aside as he took your hands in his own. “And I’d let you go right.”

You sniffled again, staring down at his hands. Even now, they were warm around your own. “I... I don’t know what to say.”

His thumb traced over your knuckles, and you realized he turned his attention to the rain outside. “Do you need a ride home?” He looked back at you. “It’s late. I can drive you there.”

With an ounce of hesitation, you finally nodded. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

Seungkwan escorted you to his car, and you held your umbrella over the two of you. The drives the two of you used to take together used to be filled with music. If you thought back on it hard enough, you could practically hear Seungkwan’s voice as he sang to you whatever song he had on his playlists--when he wasn’t giving you history lessons on the pop industry. In another life, you’d probably be driving home with him and smiling now. Instead, all that came over his speakers were the directions to Mingyu’s home. He kept looking at you every so often, as if he wanted to speak to you again. He never did, and you couldn’t find the courage to, either.

The two of you finally made it back to Mingyu’s home, and Seungkwan stopped you before you could get out of his car. “You always told me that you were happy marrying me because it meant you were marrying for love.” His grasp was loose around your forearm, eyes boring into your own. “You always said you didn’t want it any other way. I need to know... Did... Did I hurt you that badly? Or... Do you actually love Mingyu?”

Did you love Kim Mingyu? That seemed to be the question of the day that you still didn’t know for sure. Did it count if you were falling? Instead, you pressed your lips into a tight line for a moment, unsure of what to say to him. You settled after a moment: “Goodnight, Seungkwan.”

Something lit up in his eyes, just a little. When was the last time you’d said his name? He let go of you, nodding. “Goodnight,” he said. “I’ll leave once you get inside safely.”

Without another word, you exit the car, shutting it behind you before making your way through the rain to the front door. You unlocked it, letting yourself in and stepping inside before turning back to look at where Seungkwan was watching you. He waited a moment longer, and then you watched him drive away.

When you turned around, slipping out of your heels and into a pair of comfortable house slippers, you realized you could hear the television on. Soon enough, you could see Mingyu sitting on the couch, working on a cross-stitch. He had told you once he’d teach you if you wanted: he’d been in a club back when he was younger, and he still enjoyed the hobby from time to time.

“You’re home?” You called out, and Mingyu looked up. “I thought you had a dinner.”

“A family emergency came up so they canceled,” he said, setting his needlework onto the coffee table. He stood up, “I thought you saw my text. I would’ve picked you up sooner if you had called--my driver said you told him not to worry.”

You hadn’t seen the message, but you’d check your phone for it later. “It’s okay,” you said, making your way toward your room. But Mingyu stepped into the water, stopping you as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“Your makeup is messed up,” he frowned. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You stared at Mingyu. You’d fixed your eye makeup in the car, at least as much as you could so it wouldn’t be obvious that you were crying. But the messed up eyeliner and mascara couldn’t be completely fixed since you’d forgotten to put them into your purse. “I’m okay,” you said, a half-lie. “I talked to Seungkwan.”

“And?” Mingyu said, a little more serious this time--almost as if mentioning Seungkwan made him more defensive. “Do I need to talk to him?”

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you took a step toward your bedroom door. “I think we needed that talk.”

Mingyu edged out of your way, nodding. “If it helped, then I’m glad.” He watched as you started to open your door, hand reaching out for your wrist. He held it loosely. “He’s been wanting to talk to me, too. Should I...?”

You nodded. “I think you should, if you want to.”

“Are you still angry with him?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. “I think,” you took Mingyu’s hand in your own, “I still have to figure that out on my own. I know he hurt me, but... I don’t know how I feel.” About him. About you. About anything now. Yet you left that part unsaid: no need in making Mingyu worry about you any more than he already did.

Mingyu thought over your words, and slowly nodded as they sank in. “I see.” Then he changed the topic, letting his hand drop back to his side. “Do you feel like going out? It could be a nice distraction if you want one.”

At first, you wanted to say no. But with Mingyu, a dinner out would actually be a good distraction for you. “I’d like that,” you said. “Let me change and fix my makeup, okay?”

When you were ready to go, Mingyu was already waiting for you, dressed down in a more casual outfit--almost as if he read your own mind. He had smiled at you when he saw your sweater and jeans, already looking a thousand times cozier than you had before. Holding Mingyu’s hand felt like second nature at this point, his hand warm around your own as he walked you to his car. He’d already started suggesting fast food for once. As much as the guy worked out, sometimes he knew that something like a good fast food meal could be kind-of healing in its own way. He’d shower you with his own culinary prowess other times: the taste always spoke for itself when the food was genuinely good. He’d take you out for ice cream afterward and split another sundae with you, showing you cross-stitch patterns he’d been looking at. He’d order a simpler one for you, if you wanted to learn.

Later that night, you had settled into place beside Mingyu on the couch. He’d continued working on his cross-stitch, actually almost done with the one he’d started days ago of a bird in a cage with roses around it. He leaned forward, careful not to disturb you too much, and turned the TV back on. Mingyu flipped through the channels before landing on a movie the two of you had seen once before, and wordlessly he wrapped an arm around you. Instinctively, you cuddled in, and almost smiled at the sigh of bliss he let out.

And then you realized that you definitely couldn’t marry Kim Mingyu like this.

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 7 months

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REMINDER: it's okay to rewatch a show you liked or a book you love as a young person and realise that, hey, nostalgia and the exact person you were when you first engaged also played a part

sometimes, they're just weird shitty shows or badly done books, but to you at the time you fell in love with them, they were perfect

and that's okay

accept that there's a thick layer of nostalgia on your memories, read/watch it again if you want to or not, it's alright to admit it's sily or awkward or just a strange plot now you think anbout it

you don't have to get defensive, or die on the hill for something you don't really love all that much now but you did once, etc

sometimes you have a story that hits you at the right time, no matter how weirdly scripted or awkward, or is now not like... great when you have the context that you missed as a kid...

and that's normal.

part of you can still love it, remember it fondly for what it was in that time, in that place, at that moment when you were a fan. but you don't have to defend it until you're a defeated husk of a human being hating everyone around you for questioning things you like(d) a dozen years ago. it's not an attack on your childhood or who you were to grow aup and realise things had subtxt, or were not the way you first read/saw them.

for example, we all liked the flinstones right?

you rewatch that recently? wilma and betty have to ask their husbands' permission to do a LOT of stuff, very religious onsense wrapped in caveman attire with the 1950s attitide.

does that mean the idea of dinosaurs also helping with everyday stuff wasn't fun? of ourse not. but you can see why it is uncomfortable to watch now, with the new lens / viewpoint of adulthood and current societal norms, right?

or land before time. Loved that shit so much, wanted to eat a treestar so bad because thy drew them delicious and the mother death scene hit a lot of kids right in the heart... was it the most fantastically scripted movie? OR the movies since? Nah. Especially the ones that seem to insist that singing and being friends will overturn racism and bullying, but you know what? That's baby's first step at these concepts.

You have a child who is sad about the triceratops being a cunt to the others and using a racial term (in the movie) you can use that as your go-to metaphor for explaining injustice, because it's a concept the kid gets and also is age appropriate.

would you spend 23hrs a day online defending Land before Time to people you don't know or those who are like "Wow man it sucks" or harassing the people making newer sequels of it because the 'uality is worse'

No, because it's a kids show. For kids. And while you loved it in your heart at one point, seething with anger over what is a singysongy fun dinosaur movie with increasingly limited plot... makes it weird. Fighting people online because it was a childhood memory is also weird.

And let's be real, there's a few fandoms that could stand to calm down in this way too.

No, Twilight was not the most fantastically written story ever made; but it hit a number of teenagers around the world in their Urban Fantasy horny hearts at the right time.

Was the Hunger Games quadrilogy (ovies) perfect in showing oppression and the plight of the children slaughtered while the world watches? No, I'd say they actually sailed right over it because the movies actually created a lens of the situation from the Capitol's perspective. Are some people still Fucking Furious about this? Yeah.

Why though? Will it help you do the dishes? To have a good sleep?

The Potter fans. I loved those books too, guys, but it is true a lot of things with context in place from an adult perspective come across as less 'yeah that's magic' or 'yeah bad lady gets taken away for punishment!' and more How Did I Miss That?

It would be a long essay on the things that are actually really upsetting when you think about it, but I am not typing that tonight. The blatant stereotypes, the racism, the weird Vamps are cool but WEres are code for AIDS thing, the wizard cops ending, gender nonsense, that no one seems to do maths but also can manage making potions, the slave race that loves it, and the centaur SA that was So Funny. Is there wizard child safety? I think there needs to be one. So Bad. Not the amreican system though.

There's a lot that slid over your head as a kid... (I thought they were going to ride off really fast and maybe chase her through the forest on threat of trampling if she's caught, not THAT). And also, if there's OSHA for wizards, someone needs to be looking into the lake full of homicidal mermaids and moving stairs, what if you fall, is there a safety spell or something?

I have thoughts about that series, about how the worldbuilding didn't need to go in any of those directions, it didn't really add anything. There were routes around them.

But to this day people will lose their minds if this is questioned, and sometimes I think they don't really want to. Not to that extent. IT's something they loved and is a part of their childhood they clung to for whatever reason (it's different for every person) and now they feel obligated to fight for it. To accept it without criticism.

Som really good examples of this are the Star Wars and Star Trek and Transformers franchises.

Have you watched th original star wars? They're FUN, they're DUMB, they're KOOKY and SCI-FI, and half the extras don't even get the action right but you got the intent. People were fucking foaming at the mouth because the fourth alien in the background's bandana was tilted the opposite way to the originals and then they put a GIRL in as lead?!?!?!? Chill.

REal criticism is saying 'yeah those last three were FUCKED, because all the growth in #1 of the new triology as imediately flipped around and written over in #2, and then again in #3, the narrative is a confusing slop of different writers and directors not working together.

Star Trek? Love the series. Do I cringe so hard my spine feels like it will eject like on of those weird multi-lead/eraser pencils we had in primary school back in the day? Sure. Do I like all iterations of the show? No, especially the one right after Voyager that decided Vulcans can fuck whenever and aliens are blue etc. Very confusing. But then on voyager the captain and pilot became lizards and fucked to make a new species on a planet in the delta quadrant and we never talked about it again. So like...

Do people still go fucking insane over any new iterations deviating from the last and defending it online? Yeah.

Transformers... fun kids show, fascinating use of special efects and CGI in the first one. Plot wise its a shitshow and if they span the camera any more times to make it an action sequence I think we would all vomit. But certain fans would rather chug petrol than accept it's not perfect because they had the toys. I had a knockoff one that was half-voltron somehow from an op shop as a kid. Loved it.

Won't go to war for it, unless I'm in a certain mood and need to just Word my way around a bendy issue because work or whatevs didn't stimulate that braining for the day.

Stargate? Love it. Not the best writing, cringy, but fun.

Steven Universe? It's a good show, there's fun and bright stuff and it dipped toes into deep topics in a way that made it easier to talk to kids about hard things. That's good. Was it perfect? Not at all. Songs were pretty good overall.

My Little Pony? This is a little napalm on the argument, but like... it wasn't a bad show. Cringey and blindingly bright, the plot seen from the opening credits but it was fine. Fun even. For young children or uni students whose brain is sizzling and wants shiny singing things to entertain them for two minutes after the assessments are finally uploaded and they are free. No thoughts required.

The important part there is that they were for kids. They continue toi BE for kids. You can like them. Any kids show that doesn't immediately make a parent want to vomit from their saccharine nonsense (you know the ones) is fine, same way there are occasional double entende in kids movies, so the adults can somewhat engage too.

Still to this day people are fighting WARS on the internet about how Great vs how SHIT the show was. (Any of the above really) and it's like...why? Which part of you feels so attacked when things like this, that you like, are riticised, that you go to Fight?

Which loosely circles back to my original point of.... its okay to like something, and recognise flaws. Its okay to still like something important to you in a nostalgia/retro/that haracter is half my teen personality way.

But you can let also choose to accept it does not match your memories of it, and let it go.

Just, think about it, okay?

You can pull a Marie Kondo with your nostalgia if you feel ready, or just move certan things to your mental attic until later.

No one needs to be sitting up all night emrbroiled in seething hatred and diatribe of an argument about a show you loved / may still be attached to, and feeling despair if you can't best the other person. Neither of you win if you didn't sleep, if you spent all that time fighting, if you leave angry even if you win, or you get nasty and namecall or dox.

These things can be very central and important to you but, think about what it is costing you to hold that level of love. IS it obsession? It is welded into who you are? Is it a past echo of who you were that you feel you need to defend? Did you just want to fuck the villain and people are like 'bruh???' Does one of the Not-Okay-Now things the characters or writer believe meld with your own beliefs and you feel attacked?

Find your why and think on how it makes you feel. Especially if it's a why that hurts yourself or others.

How can you move through that without finding yourself attacked or triggered or distressed and angry?

At the end of the day, it's your life.

You get just the one.

It's okay to admit that something you were obsessed with no longer meets with your level of enjoyment or love, or even with your ideals and beliefs. You can let them go.

A gentle burial under a mental seedling that grows into a new love for something similar but meets your interests now. Or a solmn viking boat down the mental river, alight in the twilight night with flames as you farewell it once and for all. Or perhaps you put it somewhere in the back of your mind to revisit another time, when you are ready, and can make a clear decision.

There isn't a wrong answer.

Almost all of life is about learning, growing and reflecting on yourself, your environment, the things you believe and take in, the things you reject, and the world itself.

I forgot where I was going, please assume something poignant was at the end about grief and loss for parasocial and fictional relationships (with a character or whole series or move / story itself) and how they can hurt like real ones. Depending on who you were at the time they meant so much to you, and how those characters likely wouldn't want you to build yourself into a narrow cage of anger and despair on their behalf, etc.

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Xavier: Renegade Angel #19: “Damnesia You” | April 10, 2009 - 12:15AM | S02E09

This was just so great, man. I loved this so much. I don’t even want to review this all that much. Fuck it! I won’t! There have been a bunch of special episodes lately. The Racist one! The one-long-sketch one! This one! This one starts off like Damnesia Vu, with Xavier in the room with all them colored doors. He’s in some kind of mind-palace, if you’ll recall. In this one the doors lead to different viewer-submitted home-made versions of Xavier: Renegade Angel. Some of them are animated (both traditionally and not), and some of them are live-action, and some of them are a mix of both.

A lot of the people and voices and styles seem vaguely familiar, at least to me. David Dineen-Porter is a guy I’ve seen perform comedy, and he is way brilliant. I read something on Reddit saying one of the guy’s is shmorky. I don’t actually know who shmorky is except for the fact that people say his name while grimacing and lowering their head in prayer. I googled it: it turns out he was involved in a “no bueno” situation. AHHH!!!

The episode takes the fan submissions and lets them play, sometimes. Sometimes the editors remix the entities a bit, which is nice of them.

Rather than talk about the content of the episode I am just gonna say this: I got high as fuck before watching it because it’s snowing outside, and that’s a good reason to use marijuana at 3PM. It probably helped me watch this three times, which I did. I watched it twice on the Adult Swim app, but the second time I pressed play was a mistake, and I just let it roll. “Roll that beautiful bean footage” I should have said.

The third time I watched it on DVD because I couldn’t identify the screengrab from shmorky’s cartoon, which I wanted to identify out of morbid curiosity, and the Adult Swim Roku app sucks for if you want to pause the episode. It sucks if you want to watch the last ten seconds of the episode without the screen dimming and being covered up by a big thumbnail of the next show in the autoplay, even if the credits are rolling over the final moments of the story. It fucking blows.

I broke out the DVD just so I could pause it properly and read the names of the entries. I made a list of all of them here, because I don’t think there’s a list of them online anywhere, and that seems valuable, maybe.

The only other guy I actually remember here is David Dineen-Porter, who I’ve seen perform comedy and thought was brilliant. His IMDB shows that he wrote on the James Corden show. I hope he made an obscene amount of money and is currently buying lots of guns with it (I mean this nicely).

Also, I found a link to every entry on it’s own.

Grant “Manfred” Duffrin - Xavier Lends a Helping Hand Eric “Emotikkkon” Binmoeller - Meerkats David Dineen-[“] Porter: Self the Eye the Sees The Cream Within Shelby A. Hohl - As Above So Below Andrew De“hole”Young - Prism Jay Z. Yum David “He” Health - Gazzavier Renegade Angel Goes Up A Mountain Chiyoung “2:29” Lee DDS - Catch They Neighbor Robert “t S”mith - Omnippletence/The Phone Call Colyn “Bynumb” Emery - Art What Art Thou Dave “Da Grave Slave” Kelly - Xavier Looks Behind His Eye Amy “Peanut butter” Warner - Dog Eats Ketchup (couldn't find) John “Bobby ‘the ‘der’ Sanch’ Sanchez” Santos - Sueo Mojado Jason Dorris - Portly “n’ Jelly” Porthole Bo “Bikey” Thrice - Superhole Shuffle

Also: Those CLOSING CREDITS! A friend of mine told me to look out for them, and I said "okay".

MAIL BAG:

the cinco brothers are electric. they should bring them back and let them tell more stories about their lives.

The Sinko Brothers are in jail for nasty crimes and I hope they stay there. This thought is crude. Shame on you

#adultswim2021 #adult swim #xavier renegade angel

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Summarizing the shit I've been ranting about to my buffy freaks this week re: "you arent the source of me"

only spoiling things through s5e12 because i havent watched anything past that

Giles on vampires: "You aren't looking at your friend, you're looking at the thing that killed him"

Let's think about vampires thematically.

They are stuck in time, as noted by Buffy. They dress like the era they died in.

They are demons inhabiting the bodies of man.

They are made when a person sucks off another vampire (sorry).

Obviously we see vampires used metaphorically for pretty much every vice. Vampires as heroin use, vampires as sex workers, vampires as peer pressure, if humans do something unsavory, the show presents the vampires as that thing in an episode.

"You aren't looking at your friend, you are looking at the thing that killed him." You are seeing a vampire continue doing the things that led to them dying as a person. Extending that, imagine seeing someone you know still engaging in a fatal vice (like drugs), you don't see them as your friend anymore. You see a walking reminder that your friend is lost to drugs. It puts Riley in an interesting situation of 'going' but not 'being gone' to his vice. Buffy is already seeing him as 'the thing that is killing him' and she's arguing with herself on if she can pull him back out. Riley turns to the army. Either way, he needed structure OR someone to be with him (to like, keep him accountable), two options people typically need IRL for overcoming addiction. He picked structure.

Buffy expresses to Angel that when he kisses her, sometimes she wants to die. What if I want to lock myself in my current state forever, the state where we are together and I love you. Angel doesn't want this because he overcame his vices and he doesn't want Buffy to go through that awful shit. He also gives us a story of relapsing and how, with the help of a found family, he came back out of it.

So what is the opposite of a vampire? The Slayer. And it's the same thing. Buffy is always trying to use structure and friends to Not Be Stuck in the downward spiral of Slayerdom. It's her whole story arc since season 1. When people look at buffy, many see A Killer. She kills things. "But it isn't like that. I don't kill, I slay. I do it to protect and I don't enjoy it." But Buffy is always walking that line, isn't she. Her lowest moments usually deal with that balance, grappling with losing control or her own mortality. This is why Faith is so compelling. Faith is everything Buffy fears.

"I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death. The blood-cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute. Alone."

"The Slayer."

The action of death, the thing that kills. The Drugs, the Sex, the Violence. The Vices, and for Buffy, the Slaying. Faith paints slaying as this romp, this thrill that is sexual, empowering, and fun. Buffy fears Slaying. Buffy looks at all of her friends and sees them as victims to her fate. They will die because of her. Because she can't control her Slayer because... it kind of is fun. She does get that thrill. Season 5 starts with her restlessly leaving in the night to engage in that cheap thrill aspect of it. Much like riley leaves in the night to get sucked off (sorry, it's just so fun to say)

She says: "You have to get over the primal power thing. You are not the source of me." and she returns to her friends. She is accepting that she can find the balance. She has the structure and the support network. She has everything she needs to prevent herself from Becoming What Kills Her. Her friends don't look at her as The Slayer. They look at her as their dear friend, daughter, lover, confidant, silly rabbit. She is more than the Slayer to Giles, to Willow, to Xander. She's becoming more to Tara and Anya and--most importantly, now--Spike (the freak obsessed specifically with Killing Slayers).

She just went through this arc with Dawn. She looked at Dawn and saw the key but then saw how that made her own self violent towards *her sister.* She doesn't see Dawn as the key, as the thing that will kill* her, that's my fucking baby sister

*kill as in "this is your fate" Buffy won't let it be her fate

I still need to like. structure this and solidify the themes but you see what I'm working toward, kind of. All this talk of Sources. What is someone's source. Is it the vices they engage in? Is a drug addict simply a drug addict or are they a member of a community who is struggling without support?

My favorite trait that Buffy shows is Seeing the Humanity in creatures. It isn't ever explicitly addressed but it shows up through the whole show. She adopts demons, she stops before decapitating Angel, she almost stops Faith from committing misandry, she senses something up with Ted and Kathy, she can't bring herself to kill Spike. She sees Dawn AS HER LITTLE SISTER (the hair stroking is already killing me). And we saw her struggle with guilt when faced with Riley's suck-girl (and she caves in to her emotions and kills her anyway). We've been getting more scenes where she either feels bad about killing some vamps or people make her feel bad about it. "Buffy, you are better than this. You aren't just a slayer who goes around and slays vamps indiscriminately. You are not The Slayer. You are Buffy.

Right now, it is happening again. Buffy doesn't see her mom. She sees a walking brain tumor. "You aren't looking at your [mom], you are looking at the thing that['s killing her]." She is looking at her mom the way she looks at vampires and that is what causes her to go into this slayer mode. Why she gets antsy and has to "go do something, I can't sit and do nothing" because the problem is so similar to vampires. The core conceit of the slayer: she sees the killer, not the person being killed. And she can't slay this one, it's in her mom. She can't look at her mom without it activating that instinct and it's driving her insane.

Fucking Harmony, man. she's the It Girl social influencer and who is she? What is the 'thing that is killing her?' That. She's basically exactly the same as a vampire. whac you see is what you get.

Cordelia survived. She became more than an It Girl. She developed friends and relationships and even though they fell apart, she was able to find a place to be and a reason to live outside of the one aspect of herself: being popular.

Harmony never got over that, she didn't find something to bring her out of that role.

This expands out to the whole show as it exists in the medium of TV. All these characters are classic archetypes and it is when they transcend those roles that they "Survive."

Look at spike. One off weirdo bad guy who is the season 2 miniboss and dies. Except he doesn't. He transcends that and DOESN'T GET KILLED OFF because James Marsters developed relationships and exerted himself. And Spike has become so much more than the slayer killer. He is alive because he found his source: being a weird fucked up little freak

People look at Tara and she see "Willow's lesbian" but it isn't until Tara causes a problem and exposes her family bullshit that they see beyond the role they ascribed to her, the role Tara herself was feeling trapped by. They are seeing Tara, not Willow's Girlfriend, also why we have the spell being about sight and not seeing demons. Buffy still has yet to *see* Spike.

#btvs #buffy summers #you can see that i am very normal about this show.

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LOL 😂! Shen Yuan suffers so much XDD! And he will suffer more when ZZL under orders, kidnaps him to meet Binghe’s previously unknown biological father, Tianlang-Jun, Mafia King! (He was previously in jail and either got let out on good behaviour or escaped). He is really keen to know his future son in-law. Also, he has a full collection of all the Bingqiu BL manga and novels and he has Opinions.

I did say Shen Yuan had more damsel in distress situations that all of CQ High's female students combined lol

And the snake is nor poisonous, he'll be fine! In fact...

The infirmary

Because of Lbh's insistence, Sy shyly shows him the bite. It's redish and swollen around the two marks, but otherwise looks fine. However Luo Binghe CANNOT DEAL with the fact that someone('s snake) got to hurt his senpai like that. If anyone should bite Shen Yuan it should be him!

So Lbh gazes soulfully at Shen Yuan, takes his hands in his, and says "I'll make you forget about it, Yuan-ge." And Binghe. bites Shen Yuan. On the same patch of skin the snake bit. Shen Yuan goes completly rigid.

Binghe licks. Sucks a bit. He lets go barely a second after and replaces the blanket over Shen Yuan's leg. He's red like a tomato but Shen Yuan is-

Well Shen Yuan has ceased to respond. His brain is still stuck processing the part where Binghe was bending over his lap to put his mouth on his thigh.

The sensations, the electric current that shot like lighting to certain part of his anatomy- He fists the blanket with shaking hands and can't even speak.

Surely this has a perfectly friendly and platonic explanation, right?? RIGHT??

"Now you won't have to think about the snake. When it hurts, you can... think of your Binghe."

My- my- my- my Bing-

"...Uh"

"I'll go find a drink for you, Yuan-ge, I'll be right back~"

Lbh skips out of the room happily humming a pop song that SY knows it's about getting your man and putting a ring on it, but he can't really process the implications of that.

Sqh, who watched everything through a crack in the door: "So what was that-"

SY: SHUT UP SHUT UP HE DID IT BECAUSE HE THINKS I'M AFRAID OF SNAKES SHUT UP *throws a pillow at Sqh unprompted, shaking and gasping and clutching at his blanket for dear life like a molested maiden*

Sqh: ...Bro. Are you serious.

Sy: YES!

Sy gets out of the bed, grabs his things and goes for the door.

Sy: "Tell Binghe my brother called and I had to go."

Sqh: "🎵Run, run, run away, run away, baby, before he puts a spell on you~🎵"

Sy, disheveled, a bit unhinged, pointing at him threateningly as he backs away from the infirmary: YOU SHUT UP

Just when SY is out of the school gates a limousine stops in front of him. The car door opens and a handsome man with red eyes (??) and familiar features leans out, waving a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Shen Yuan. I would very much like to have a little chat with you."

Shen Yuan opens his mouth to answer when someone grabs his hand and pushes him into the limousine. The door closes, the car slowly speeds out of the school, and now Shen Yuan sandwiched between the handsome man who looks a lot like Binghe wtf, and

"Zuzhi-xiong... why are you here?"

"My uncle wanted to meet you."

TLJ, "I see you've become familiar with my nephew", waggles eyebrows. Sy: "...And who are you if you don't mind me asking, sir?"

"Ah, pardon me." He extends a hand for Sy to shake."I am Tianlang-Jun, your father-in-law."

When did Shen Yuan he got married???

"Oh, and Luo Binghe's dad. And the CEO and mayor shareholder of Southerlands Corp," he adds dismissively. "Among other things."

Like one of the most dangerous mafia bosses that spent 12 years in jail and had gotten out barely three years ago on good behavior and after paying a hefty sum in bribes.

"I still don't understand what would you want to talk with me, sir," SY says respectfully while freaking out internally bc wtf wtf wtf why is THE Mafia king Binghe's dad??? And what does he think he and Binghe are-

"I want us to discuss the future, of course. But first-" he pulls out a disturbingly familiar manga, "Would you mind giving me your take on Night lessons with Senpai first? Truly a work of art, isn't?"

SY: ... (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Why is the mafia boss reading filthy bl in his spare time!? What the fuck is this shit?!?

Meanwhile in CQ High's host club

Sqh: I'm telling you, he said he had to go.

Lqg, calling SY for the 15th time: He's not picking up.

Sqh: Let me try *tries to call SY. Doesn't connect* Ok, now I'm really worried.

Suddenly Luo Binghe barges in like the hounds from hell. He's clutching SY's phone in his hand like he's an attorney showing evidence to the court. The screen is cracked.

"Yuan-ge has been kidnapped!"

On the limousine:

TLJ, serving SY champagne: My favorite bit is when the senpai invites his classmate to demonstrate a few of his techniques. There's nothing better than a good threesome.

SY: physically unable to articulate a single response nor drink his champagne.

ZZL: "Would you like some snacks, Shen-xiong?"

SY: "No, thank you"

TLJ: "Do you think the author would be willing to some type of orgy special chapter? I'd be willing to commission one- Maybe I should write them a fan letter. Nephew, write this: Dear, illustrious author..."

SY: ...I could be freaking out in peace right now. Why the fuck did I have to leave the infirmary 🍷ノ( ゜ __゜ノ)

TLJ: "...and an orgy special would be a great addition--"

SY, screaming internally:

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@mitchievousness

#zyka reply #Anonymous #svsss ouran host club au #svsss #feel free to add more pls

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qucntindupre · 2 years

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quincy fouse & he/him/ cis man‷ watch out , quentin dupre has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 25 years old and celebrate their birthday on january thirteenth. they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in greystone complex and are currently working as a waiter at crashdown. one thing you should know about them is he believes a friend put a curse on him on his birthday when he was a kid and has spent every year convinced he might die on his birthday that year‷

Roswell born and raised.

Was a little overachieving NERD in high school, still a nerd but achieves so much less lmao

Was a track star, got a full ride because of it, has only since used his speed to be the first one out of a situation if there’s ever a weird noise

At his shared birthday party with Zoe Lovel in the second grade, one of their friends approached and told them they were gonna die on their birthday and to enjoy the time they have left. This kid was absolutely fucking with them, but it doesn’t mean that Quentin has not spent every birthday since clenching his teeth and halfway thinking he’s going to die

Which leads me to... this dude is gullible. He believes everyone about everything and if you don’t tell him you lied to him he will genuinely never know.

(has also been in love with zoe since like, kindergarten, but my boy is happy to just be her best friend who he stares at lovingly and would do anything for and is just happy to listen to her speak about anything 🤡)

Works at the Crashdown because my boy went through the trouble of getting a broadcast degree and had the nerve to be shocked when jobs were hard to come by. One day he’ll do something with it, he says.

FUN DUMB STATS:

Characters: April Kepner (Grey’s Anatomy), Lexie Grey (Grey’s Anatomy), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Kitty Foreman (That 70′s Show), Samwell Tarley (Game of Thrones) – okay so i’ve never seen grey’s anatomy if these character suck it’s a mystery 2 me.

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

MBTI: INTJ

Enneagram: Type 7

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Neutral good

Primary Vice: Guile

Primary Virtue: Kindness

Element: Water

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

High school friends, old teammates, someone he tutored in school, etc. etc.

I would love someone who straight up can’t stand him because he is overeager and annoying

Regulars at the Crashdown

Literally anything

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

Best friend/ unrequited love: Zoe Lovel

Best pals: Jaden Lapointe, Theo Fischers

Rival/friend: Ender Baptista

Good influence/bad influence: Striker Cannon

discord is shay#4516, excited to throw ideas at you my friends.

#roswellintro

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likethecatiam · 7 months

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Hyperfixation Rant/Vent

Currently branching out and exploring new franchises/fandoms and media types and I'm only now understanding how fucking hindering hyperfixating actually is. Like I've slowly been getting into Spider-Man over the past two months or so and at first it was TASM, and then it became MSM/Insomniac, and then I dipped my toes into comics with Kaine, and now it's all Ben, right? And you'd think it'd be like peeling back the layers and digging deeper into things and gaining more.

Except it's not.

Because now all I really care about is Ben Reilly and his Scarlet Spider. Which is honestly so frustrating because I want to explore the rest of the Spider-Man comics and history but I honestly just cannot make myself focus enough when it's not following Ben. Just earlier I was looking into the omnis and got nervous when I saw the Ben Reilly omnibus is on pre-order for over a month out; because while I'm hard-core invested now, I can't guarantee I will be by the time it comes out. And then when I thought, oh I'll just read the regular Spider-Man omnibus, I just lost all interest.

And that is so fucking annoying. Because I want to know and read about these other characters but I can't bring up the same amount of interest and focus to do so. Because that's how hyperfixating works, right? I literally cannot think about something else or focus on anything else without being distracted with other thoughts every five seconds.

Before, when I hyperfixated on things, it was harder to see it as the actual detriment it was. Because the source material was usually something like a show I watched or a game I could watch playthroughs of, and with the added bonus of a decently sized fanbase and/or droves of fanfiction. Except now I'm in a situation where I've stumbled into a more complicated medium and latched onto a more complicated character. I can't just jump into this space and expect to glean understanding and use context clues to know what's going on. In fact, before I started looking through here, I just happened to watch a recap on the Dark Web run on YouTube and then got recommended a brief summary video on Scarlet Spider. And those are the only two reasons why I, one: feel somewhat comfortable enough to begin to engage in this space, and two: became hyperfixated in the first place.

I'm losing track of what I'm trying to vent out but the point is I'm so frustrated with how my brain works and I hate that I'm aware of how much it actually sucks.

#mrow #vent #rant #hyperfixation

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eviltiddyproductions · 1 year

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Crash Course in Romance : Episode 4

‘Revolt of the Arithmetic Sequence’ it had a very adorable drawing next to it

Help what is this thumbnail. is the topper girl jealous of Hae-e because of a boy? I thought it was more academic rivalsy.

lmaoooo thankgod they didn’t kiss

he’s sleeping on the floor in his penthouse. 💀😭 random shooter when I catch you !!!

giggling with red cheeks going ‘this is the most physical affection I’ve had in years’ awww 🥹💗 ‘she’s going to be mortified as she sobers up’ truly 🤣

lmaooo she spat out her water

he’s so 💀 he’s eating this up

Chiyeol stop listening to conversations babe you’ll either hurt your head or heart

my girl Haeng is already drinking again 🤣

damn not just the girl, even the topper’s mom is a hater. like you can’t even stomach a compliment towards Ms Nam?

why are they all being so weird

my girl please get out of here 💀

LMAOOO love my baby’s friend’s down. they celebrate each other’s successes. even if it’s guessing an answer (she’s just like me)

they’re just fighting at the table lol

I mean the queen bee mother started it but she’s not wrong 💀✋ deadass said to her face ‘you contribute nothing ’ 😭

oh god it’s getting weird now

now why my girlie Ms Nam ended up getting injured NOO

oh I hate Sun Jae’s mom down didn’t even apologise to Ms Nam 💀✋

no way my girl was the only one who got hurt in this fight. I’ll fight everyone here

MY GIRL GOT LEVEL 1

awww Haengseon is cutting her fruit

no way she blames Hae-e for this lmaooo LOSERRRR BOOO

it was one question lol and you want to die. ugh that mom’s gonna ruin my girlies lives

this is so fucking fucked like she still won’t fuck with Sunjae or Sunjae’s mom. For that one dumbass question she’s going to fun for Hae-e

Ms Ban’s dinosaur T-shirt just gets more cuter, the more you stare at it. it’s got a patchwork of patterns

god give me 5% of the courage she carries I love her. she made some food and wondered if Chiyeol would want it and just texted him 🤣

slay sister. he even saved your contact!

enough to make him drop his coffee and smile

I’m going to go make me some though

Sunjae’s mom being real even if it’s for the sake of rules lol

Fuck Sua and her mom! Oh no she saw Sunjae and her walking. she’s going to say yes. just terrible. y’all suck so bad. fuck you !!!

Apparently everytime she makes something special he doesn’t get to eat it. Special extravagant lunch? ruined by overhearing colleagues. Special dinner packed by her? accused her of being a spy! now a new special dinner? she’s about to find out her daughter got kicked out 😭

nooooo my girls 😭😭😭

fuck sua and her mom so bad like I want y’all to suffer so much. maybe watching Vincenzo was a bad idea because the constant truck hitting doesn’t sound too bad now (for legal reasons, relax 🙏) I’m just mad 😭

this was actually so slay of chiyeol

it isn’t enough for sua to go after hae-e by cheating now she’s going to hit her with a dodgeball too OH I COULD FIGHT

now the director. she didn’t do shit !!! you were walking without looking. haeee and mama hold my hand

Chiyeol hearing another conversation again 💀

Aww he saved her from being arrested

arguing in the rain

my man losing his entire energy and strength oh no

at least weird jealous friend of chiyeol is a good teacher in a he understands the ice hockey student’s current situation way.

well that was a way to ask her to teach you. go off ice hockey boy. also no prop or moment is wasted in this show. she was drinking milk to drop that milk lol

oh my god how is chiyeol even standing. I hope he doesn’t collapse. 😭🙏

the guy who stole my girl’s seat has the audacity to be nasty to chiyeol lmaoooo

now he’s beefing with the teacher for getting kicked out? be fr 💀

oh god who is this hoodie person

oh isn’t that sun jae’s brother

bro just save my girlies and teacher from whatever this hoodie man is about to do to that’s nasty kid. 😭 also whatever happened to stalker girl

oh this was the beginning of the show !!! I thought it was years ago or something

oh no he just died ?

#mypeople save yourself 🙏

#crash course in romance #episode 4 #written update #who is that hoodie man was it really the elder brother #my god

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screechingkingdomhottub · 2 years

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hey guys angry white boy here to talk about racism, what could go wrong? I saw a post the other day that I won’t tag or anything cause I think it’s for a safe space for black people and that’s not my place? Anyway the post was essentially pointing out that people defend Billy from stranger things and glorify him even though he was very very racist. It got me thinking about how obvious racism needs to be for people to be like “oh that was racist”. Cause so many people are denying Billy was racist, he singled out the black kid and hated him, I think he called him “like that” or “that kind” at one point whICH like how can’t you tell??? But we live in times where people can say that stuff irl and worse and everyone goes “oh it was just a joke”, “oh it wasnt about race”. and that sucks. So I became hyper aware of racist shit I’ve been doing (yeah apparently you can still do that stuff once people have forgotten about black lives matter, shocking I know) and I’m gonna address them. - Avoiding watching media starring black people. I swear I never did this intentionally but when I look at the shows I’ve watched it’s like modern family, the middle, parks and rec, the office, boy meets world and brooklyn 99. While all these shows have some representation, some better than others, you can very easily make the argument that the main character and thus the person the audience is set up to empathise with most is white. And whilst characters like Captain Holt are main characters, I’d say Jake Peralta would be the main character of the show. I grew up watching fresh prince, thats so raven, true jackson vp so it’s not like I had a primarily anti-black childhood either. I genuinely think this is just because I subconsciously think I’d relate more to “white shows” which is stupid and anti black. I say anti black and not racist here cause I’ve recently been watching shows starring latin casts and as I’m typing this I’m realising I don’t know about a lot of asian shows that aren’t anime. What brought this to light is the new show Killing It which looks great, has one of the best actors around in it imo but I genuinely hesitated before watching it and I’m relatively sure it’s cause the main character is black. And that isn’t right but if I don’t admit it then it will continue. -Being hyperaware of my friends that are poc. This one I hate that I do, I’m really trying to see people as people while appreciating their cultures and where they came from but I’m so desperate to ensure that that isn’t always the focal point of our conversations that it does more damage than good. I think this will get better once I hang out with some of my poc friends (genuinely a mix of all different races here hence why im not naming the races but i get that it can sound like i mean the 2 black people i work with or something stupid like that) more and get more comfortable, right now non-white people seem new to me and I think that’s where this is an issue.

Those are things I currently do that I’ve realised are a problem and I’m fixing them. Things I used to do included: assuming people were white unless proven otherwise, spoke over poc especially black people, avoided reading about racial issues, got butthurt over really dumb stuff, assumed poc weren’t neurodiverse or queer (representation matters so much). Oh also just as an ending thing, a lot of this Ukraine support is rooted in racism - let me explain. Supporting Ukraine is important, supporting anybody suffering is important, that’s what being a human is about. However some of you acting like this is the first war and suddenly wanting to support refugees better start applying that same energy to Palestine and Syria and Iraq (yeah damage remains after a war, just cause they aint at war anymore doesnt mean theyre suddenly back to normal). “But if you look at who our enemies usually are...” 1) Racist af. 2) The enemy in the Ukraine situation is Russia and idk bout you but to me they look pretty similar.

There are so many videos on the internet of different animals coming together to take care of the young of a different animal. Because in nature, we’re programmed to look after children. If there’s a kid in need of money, I’ll give them some. If there’s a kid needing to know good adults exist and rescued, I’ll help them. I’d do absolutely anything to help a kid idk, most people are supposed to be that way like tigers and lions and wolves and dogs and any animal you can think of. But some of you won’t help a kid in a warzone because the media you like and the daily mail taught you to be scared of different melanin levels. This was a really long rant but sometimes I think this stuff is necessary, and I think sometimes a guy like me needs to say it cause you dont trust the guys that look different to me.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You��ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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