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TW: Unreality, major character injury, poor medical technique (and IC they know they're not getting it quite right too), panic attacks, brief vomitting

Maybe a bit long for tumblr, but eh, you'll live, and I'll upload it eventually.

Theoretically safe in his room, FitMC is awoken by the sound of his warpstone activating. He sits, and reaches for a knife, and feels Pac sleepily grasp for him as he disturbs the man's sleep.

"Pac," he keeps his voice as quiet as possible. "Let go. Someone's here."

Pac does not wake as cleanly as Fit, but still grips the knife passed to him, hiding it under the blanket and still pretending to be asleep.

Whomever came takes a while to find them, but eventually there is a knock on his bedroom door; Fit grips his sword, wishes he'd realised he had time to dress and put armour on, and calls "come in!"

Two small figures run into the room, and he tucks the sword away - keeps it close, just in case these are imposters again, but tucks it away.

"Tallulah?" Pac has noticed them too, sitting up as soon as he does and opening his arms. "Chayanne? What's wrong?"

Tallulah runs over and hides in Pac's arms before pulling out a sign; Chayanne gets straight onto writing his. Neither child has their hat or their backpack, and there's the slight glow of a potion over both of them.

'/Something's wrong with dad/' Chayanne writes, then pulls out another sign.

'/Papa says the house is on fire. It's not/' Tallulah writes.

Right. Fuck. Another message? After the last one... Fit's genuinely concerned. He believes well enough that the messages are real, but he worries about the doubt they cast into Philza's mind - and also what something like that contacting his friend could possibly mean.

'/He said find you/' Chayanne's second sign reads. '/Will you help him?/'

'/He was scared/' Tallulah adds. '/Tios, papa is so scared/'

Fit and Pac share a look. Pac nods, and Fit wishes he were telepathic and so could send his roommate an apology for the disturbed night.

"Why don't I go help him out?" Fit offers. "I'll go look after him and have a chat. Pac can look after you two."

"A sleepover!" Pac's grin at them both is strained, but Fit doubts the children notice. "Let's go to my home and eat all the chocolate, yes? Chayanne, do you want to make a cake for your papa?"

Fewer people know of Ilha Chume Labs than Fit's hole in the ground, and even if he means Chume Labs proper the warren of labs will keep them safe.

The kids are still hesitant to agree; Fit smiles at them too, and nods, "your little secret. I know Phil says no snacks after bedtime, but he left you in my care and I say you can."

It doesn't really win them over; Chayanne puts down another sign '/you promise to help dad?/'

Fit makes eye contact with the boy, deadly serious, "everything I can. I promise."

'/you leave first/'

Fit doesn't know if Philza trusts Pac with his children, but Fit trusts him, and honestly they're the least of his concerns. The old crow thinking himself trapped in a burning house - why the hell didn't he leave with the kids - is far more of his worry. Is it the Ender King again? Or some other fucked up entity contacting him in the most bullshit way possible?

"Alright," he says, and grabs his warpstone and a shirt. "Be good for Pac, okay?"

"They're sweet," Pac promises. "They'll be good."

Fit knows that’s a lie, but Pac wrangles Richas well enough, so surely he can manage Philza's kids.

He trusts his faith, and worries for a friend, and warps away.

---

Phil and Missa is quiet, and still, and just as calm as it always is. The moonlight reflects on the glass, and it looks nothing like a house that two children might have fled from. Nothing at all seems wrong, but nothing ever does seem wrong; Fit knows better than to take it at face value.

He’s already opened the hatch before he remembers just how jumpy his friend is, and calls out a loud “oi, Phil!”

He’s already in the main room by the time he hears a reply, glancing between the three options as he fails to choose one.

“Kitchen,” Philza’s voice is quiet, broken, strained as though speaking on an over-strained throat. “Be-” a cough “be careful!”

Careful of what? Tallulah said he thought the house was on fire, so… It’s a waste of resources, but Fit splashes himself with a fire resistance potion anyway. Just so he can tell Philza he’s safe, and not have to lie about any follow up questions.

Depends how bad the vision is, really.

Because Fit is pretty sure they are visions, not hallucinations. It’s just the after-effects on his old friend’s mental health are worse for it.

The kitchen is the door to the left. When Fit steps in, he makes a show of checking it. Everything is normal - down to and including the pot on the stove - except for Philza himself. Still in his pyjamas, stood with his back to the wall. He looked like he was reading something, but glances over his shoulder as soon as he hears Fit approach.

There’s nothing in his hands, not that Fit can see, but they still hover like they’re holding up a book.

His eyes are shot wide open, so wide it goes past terror to border on head injury. His breathing, too, is fucked - Fit can see him panting - but that’s a panic attack for you.

“You good?” Fit asks someone who very, very obviously isn’t. “I was worried, so I asked Pac to watch the kids. Chayanne and Tallulah said something was wrong…?”

It looks like Philza is about to reply, but then he starts coughing. Fit gives him a moment, but it keeps going. His body shudders, gasping for air between coughs as he slumps against the wall.

It’s fucking terrifying; Fit runs forwards before he knows what to say, only stopping himself once Philza manages to catch his breath, and Fit remembers what a fucking terrible idea it is to charge someone whose brain is trapped outside reality.

So he slows to a stop, and brings up his hands.

“Easy, easy,” Fit drops his voice lower, trying to project calm he absolutely does not feel. “What can you see, Phil? Because whoever’s talking to you, they’re not talking to me.”

“Not- ah- not talking?” Philza takes a deep, sharp breath - gasping again. His voice is shaking, distant, so quiet Fit has to strain to hear it even over the silence. “Fire. It’s- It’s fucking… hell in here. Lava. Netherrack. Soul- Soul sand. The whole- whole lot, Fit, the whole damned lot.”

The Nether? Shit. Nobody likes the Nether, so no wonder Phil is panicking so hard he’s choking himself. Fit eases himself forward a little more, trying not to scare his friend more than he’s already terrified.

“What else?” he asks.

It’s not exactly grounding when Philza is seeing another reality, but it’s the only thing Fit knows how to try.

“Book, blackstone, blaze rod, quartress.”

That train of words is said much more clearly, more certainly, but still sounding called from a much greater distance than is between them. Fit can hear the panicked tears threatening to spill over with every word, and his heart fucking breaks.

Gentle, gentle, do his best to help. Fit’s not a gentle person by nature, but if his friends need him he’s going to try.

“Hey, hey look at me,” he orders, trying to be kind but knowing he’s a bit sharper than usual. What can he do to break the tension? Flirt? Flirting always goes down a treat. “See this sexy bald head of mine? I’m not going to let any Ender King hurt you /or/ your kids.”

Fit isn’t exactly sure how he could stop anything with such a name, but he’d certainly try.

Then Philza says something. It’s so quiet and broken up he can barely hear it, his breathing growing faster and more desperate as he does.

It takes Fit a moment to parse the words - “not him. Blaze Em-press. His enemy.”

What?

“That’s why she set your house on fire? Pissed he got you first?”

It’s the only sense he can make of the enemy of someone Philza is so fucking terrified of making him think he and his house are burning.

“A friend,” Philza says, and begins coughing again. “She’s- a… friend. But’s she’s- … Also the Nether… You know? I-I think- Fuck, my head hurts.”

No bet.

Philza coughs again, spit hitting the floor. At first Fit thinks nothing of it, then he notices the discolouration - not black, not fully black, but slightly speckled with it.

Shit. The coughing isn’t because he panicked himself into not breathing right. The vision… The vision isn’t a hallucination, and it isn’t just a vision, because whatever Philza’s brain can do it can’t fucking fake smoke in his lungs.

Smoke that as far as Fit can tell /does not exist/.

“Not really,” he answers, shaky himself now but needing to reply to the ‘you know’. He has friends, yeah, but if they set his house on fire and tried to kill him by smoke inhalation they wouldn’t be soon. “Let’s get you out of here, and grab some water.”

And once Philza is away from the smoke, get him to Pac and hope the engineer has fucked around in the lab enough to know what to do, because this is far beyond Fit’s abilities to treat.

Philza doens’t reply; Fit closes the rest of the distance. He kneels down infront of his friend, touching his shoulder and trying to assess his condition - no burns on his face, at least. From what Fit remembers, burns on your face mean you’re extremely fucked.

The touch at least seems to break Philza’s trance a little; he reaches out and touches Fit’s shoulders too, using them to lever himself up. Having realised his friend is legitimately and physically hurt, Fit keeps his hands near.

Just in case.

“I’m sorry,” it seems hard for Philza to breathe, and harder still for him to talk. “I must look… I’m sorry.”

He’s back to himself a little, then, but it’s still awful words he says.

“You’re scared,” Fit says, and he’s terrified too - he’s just forcing his breaths steady, his heart calm, and accepting the fact he’ll have nightmares about this day for months. “It’s fucking scary, just thinking about the idea. Entities from elsewhere lasering shit into your brain? Making you think your house is on fire? No thanks.”

Philza laughs, and it’s blissfully familiar for a second.

Then the coughing starts again.

Philza borderline collapses, his body unable to take the force of the coughs. Fit grabs him, keeping him from the floor. He helps him bend a bit better and rubs at his back. That’s what you do to help someone stop coughing, right? Rub their back?

Fuck, he’s so out of his depth right now.

“Easy, easy,” he tries. “Let’s just get out of here. We can talk outside.”

Under Fit’s guidance, Philza manages to walk. It’s slow going, and Fit has at least half of his weight, but he manages. It’s not far to outside, at least; the bunker is big for a bunker, but it’s still no labyrinth.

And then Philze drops from his hold.

“Fuck!”

Fit doesn’t even know what happens. One moment they’re walking, the next Philza is on - in - the floor. He has no way to comprehend it, his entire mind fucking straining to compute seeing both the wooden floor and Philza /inside/ it at once.

And Philza is screaming in agony. Agony, agony, fuck Fit doesn’t think he’s ever heard him scream like that before.

He doesn’t - he doesn’t know what to do.

So he grabs Philza and yanks him up. The floor gives him up easily, and Fit scroops him into his arms.

There’s burns, there’s so many burns - every bit of Philza that was below the floorline - thank fuck not his chest or his head, the survalist managing to catch himself like so many times before - is burnt. His hands, his feet, lower arms, most of his legs…

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Fit tries to reassure.

He doesn’t worry about taking it slowly or about stopping the injuries getting knocked - what Philza needs is out, and away, and he knows Pac has shit for burns they’ve just got to get there.

But first, cold water. Chume Labs is huge, and Chayanne’s paddling pool is a quicker walk.

And every step of the way, Philza screams and sobs and chokes on his throat.

He keeps up the promises of it’ll be okay, trying desperately to soothe at least one of the three. He carries Philza outside. It’s not glamorous or comfortable, but they get there. They get there, they fucking get there.

Fit as good as dumps Philza in the paddling pool, making sure the burns are covered by water. There’s a shudder in the screams, and the sobs start winning; with one hand he rubs Philza’s back, still awkwardly promising his presence, while with the other he grabs his communicator.

/You whisper to pactw: Where are you?/

The reply isn’t immediate. He considers texting the injuries, but… maybe best to assess them first. Let Pac know exactly what they’re dealing with, and also make sure Philza is okay with the Brazilian’s help.

Speaking of… Philza has mostly stopped choking.

But he isn’t doing much of anything else.

“Phil?” he asks, keeping his voice low and simple. “Can you hear me, Phil?”

Philza moves up a little, like he’s straightening to answer. He opens his mouth and- and then leans sideways, over some of the nearby flowers.

Fit can only support his back and watch in terror as Philza vomits into the bushes, flecks of sticky black smoke clinging to that too.

He can feel his own hands shaking as he supports his friend, keeping him from getting vomit on his injuries or in the water, and trying to comfort him all the same. It’s horrible, it’s terrifying, but there’s not exactly much he can do.

Hopefully it’s just panic nausea. He hopes to Hausmaster it’s just panic nausea.

After only a little bit the vomit ends, Philza leaning back and being caught against Philza’s chest.

“... Fit?” his voice is even weaker than before.

“Right here, big boy,” Fit tries to keep his reply lighter than his horror. “You with me?”

There’s a shuddering breath, followed by a nod.

Philza could probably do with a potion, but the only one he has is in Fit’s pocket. He didn’t grab his bag or anything before heading over, and he’s regretting it now. But to access it…

“Okay, fuck,” he breathes, clearing his mind with the swearing. “If I let go for a second, can you keep yourself above water?”

There’s a hesitant nod - Fit slowly lets go as Philza adjusts, making sure he is steady before digging through his pockets. The potion is… Somewhere. It won’t fix everything, not for shit this bad, but it’ll help with the shock and any infection risk and take the edge off the pain. Maybe heal some of his throat on the way down, too.

He finds it, and puts it to Philza’s lips. It doesn’t take much effort to convince him to drink, pink liquid going easily down.

When he opens his eyes, Philza looks a little more present, and Fit sighs in relief.

“What happened?” his voice is still quiet and scratched, but more solid than when they first got to the pool.

“Fuck if I know,” and honestly, it’s true. Fit can guess and such, but half of the reason he believes in magic crap so easily is because it constantly happens and he has no idea how to parse it, so may as well just take it at face value. “The lava burns are real, though. There was nothing there, it was like watching… I don’t fucking know, you glitch into the floor? Then you screamed, and there’s lava burns.”

He watches Philza examine his burns. With a worried hand he stops him from taking them from the water, massaging his shoulder with a thumb he can only hope is comforting.

It’s comforting for Fit, at least.

“Can I message Pac about this?” he asks, because fuck he’s out of his depth, and Pac and Mike have dealt with enough lab accidents to know some weird medical areas.

Philza quirks something like an attempted smile, “assumed you’d already told him, mate.”

“Not about this,” Fit hasn’t, either; only asking where Pac is since he left. “But… Look, I can stop the burns killing you, but I can’t treat them properly, and I’m pretty sure your lungs are fucked.”

Confusion crawls across Philza’s face. Fit watches in concern as he raises a hand to his lips, it coming away with some of the discoloured, sticky mucus.

He sees the terror in Philza’s eyes as he glances up to meet them.

“Can we not scare the kids?”

Fit takes that as permission. He opens his comms, to find Pac has already replied.

/pactw whispers to you: at Chume Labs

pactw whispers to you: got Chayanne and Tallulah asleep in Mike’s room

pactw whispers to you: how’s Philza?

you whisper to pactw: not good. You got anything for lava burns and smoke inhalation?/

“Pac says they’re already asleep,” Fit promises, and keeps any wondering about how that happened to himself. “They’re going to notice, but we can just tell them in the morning.”

But at least by then the burns will be covered up and their dad might have his head back.

Philza nods, and Fit returns to his comms.

/pactw whispers to you: the fire was real?

you whisper to pactw: real enough to hurt him, not real enough for me to see

you whisper to pactw: it’s freaking me out, but i know what burns look like

you whisper to pactw: and vomiting up smoke ash/

He looks up from the comms to find Philza’s eyes closed. For a moment his heart stops; “don’t sleep just yet.”

Philza gestures at him in reply, and he isn’t sure what it is, but it’s a sign of life at least.

Something approximating fuck off, he’s sure. Fit turns back to his comms, but keeps a closer eye on his friend.

/pactw whispers to you: bring him here

pactw whispers to you: i’m not a doctor but we have some supplies

pactw whispers to you: will get it set up

pactw whispers to you: or would the order be better?

you whisper to pactw: will ask/

“Okay,” he looks at Philza more critically, assessing the damage for himself. “Pac’s got stuff at Chume Labs, and luckily for us that’s also where he took Chayanne and Tallulah. He can either meet us there, or at the Order.”

“Kids,” Philza immediately replies, and Fit is not the slightest bit surprised.

/you whisper to pactw: we’ll come to you/

“Right,” he glances over Pac’s confirmation, and shuts his communicator away. “Do you think you can manage your warpstone?”

Fit really, really hopes that Philza pulling it out means yes, because he’s not sure how to get him anywhere otherwise.

So he pulls out his own, and warps over there.

---

When he arrives Chume Labs, Philza is half-collapsed against the waystone, and dripping wet. Neither is unexpected; Fit scoops him back up, and carries him to the turtle. There’s worryingly little reaction, but his eyes are open and blinking normally, and he winces properly when he coughs.

Managing the turtle while carrying someone is a bit awkward, but Fit manages. Just like he usually does. As it makes its way across, Fit texts Pac to let them know they’re there. He expects a message back saying which floor to go to, but instead Pac meets them at the elevator.

“Fit?” he asks first, then. “Phil? Are you okay?”

Philza manages to mumble something which sounds mostly like a hello; the look Fit and Pac share is worried. Fit sits them both down while Pac sets the floor, and the mechanism crawls to life.

“Here, I bought splash potions,” Pac shows them first to Fit, before throwing them on Philza.

Fit gets splashed as well, the tingle running along his skin. Philza’s body relaxes somewhat, his breathing steadying a little.

“Thank you, Pac,” Fit says. “I didn’t have my bag.”

“Did you have anything?” Pac asks, hands trembling as he visually checks them both over.

“Gave him a basic potion just before I messaged you,” Fit replies. “Otherwise… Got him in cold water, but I didn’t know what else.”

Pac nods, shifting between his feet, “we need a real hospital.”

“We need a real doctor,” Fit points out.

Pac can do nothing but agree to that. He’s about to say something else, when the lift arrives.

There’s a bed with some equipment set up on one side, but Pac leads Fit and Philza over to a chair instead. It’s just like the ones Pac constantly leaves around, except red this time. A whole pile of equipment is beside it, and it faces an open door.

One which shows Chayanne, Tallulah, and Richas safely asleep in a little pile.

Fit places Philza on the chair, only able to stand and watch as Pac fits an oxygen mask to his face.

“He should really have,” Pac gestures a bit, frowning as he pulls the elastics properly. “I forget the word. But nobody knows how to do it, so…”

“That bad?” Fit asks.

“There’s not much to do. Makes it really scary,” Pac frowns, hands twitching a little as he pulls them away. “Can you help me? With the burns.”

“Of course. What do you need, Pac?”

Something useful to do is better than any other option. Fit is handed potions and ointments and dressings, and told the order to apply them in. While Pac works on Philza’s legs - the more extensive of the burns, with more of them deeper in what can only have been lava - Fit takes one of his arms.

He’s treated burns before, even extensive ones. Not usually with this many things, but he knows what he’s doing.

When the first of the potions is applied, Philza visibly flinches. His eyes, still wide, flicker between both of them, and then to the door - relaxing noticeably when he spies his sleeping children.

“Sorry it stings,” Pac smiles at Philza, and Fit can see how shaky it is.

“It’s fine, mate,” Philza’s voice is a bit drifty, but the surprise of the treatment seems to have drawn him back. All the way to full sentences, too. “Just means I still have feeling.”

… Fit might understand that sentiment, but he’s not exactly thrilled about it.

“Only you, Phil,” and his voice is more affectionate than he means it to be.

Philza turns and glares at him, and Fit swallows a laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

“You have said that before,” Pac points out, though it takes Fit a moment to realise it’s directed at him. “It /is/ true. Still hurts, though.”

Philza adjusts his position slightly, and Fit concludes that it must be the potions actually working that keeps him so present when he was spaced out so badly before. “Don’t worry, I’ve survived worse.”

Fit thinks of his friend knee-deep in lava, without the right protections, miles from home and alone in the Nether, living in a world where a single death means you’re gone forever.

He shudders, and hates it, and it really is not helping his fear.

“You know that’s not actually reassuring, right?” he tries to joke.

He needs to leave this ointment for a little bit. Fit shifts from working on the right arm to the left.

Philza shrugs in reply, but his throat catches. Pac is already bolting up to help and Fit reaching to support his back by the end of the stuttered breath. Philza manages to avoid the coughing fit, though, taking a few deep breaths of the oxygen and settling his lungs.

Once he has, he says whatever he meant to say. He keeps his voice quiet, and the hoarseness is still apparent, but at least Philza manages to avoid the breaking this time. “I do appreciate the help, guys, but I have fallen in lava and been fine before. Didn’t even have bandages then.”

That statement only serves to make the imagined scenarios worse. Fit tries to glare at his friend, only to soften when he sees just how exhausted the man looks.

He can’t win against his friends. He never has been able to.

“I get it,” Pac replies for him, deft fingers now bandaging Philza’s legs. “We didn’t either. But… It will heal better. Faster, cleaner, less infection risk.”

Fit nods along to Pac’s words, and uses the time to gather himself. Philza’s at least chatting, now; it’s easier to suppress the terror.

“Don’t you want us to care about you, Phil?” Fit reaches over with one hand, squeezing his shoulder like he always does when trying to give comfort. The idea of it actually hurts, now he’s vocalising it. “Are you saying you won’t let us worry? Don’t want us to care?”

They see Philza try to reply. This time, the stuttered breaths do turn into a coughing fit. He pulls the mask up to spit out the mucus, but holds it close, still trying to use that air. It doesn’t stop with one cough, or with two; Pac reaches up from his feet, resting Philza’s head against one shoulder as he loops arms around his back. Fit leans down, rubbing circles and hoping they help.

It keeps going and going, and Fit sees his own terror reflected in Pac’s eyes. He’s about to resort to screaming for Cucurucho when the coughs finally cease, Philza’s body weak and trembling from the exertion.

Gently they ease him back into the chair. Fit fixes the mask back into place, while Pac clearly frets about something in his mind.

Even Philza seems to notice that, his eyes shifting to watch Pac.

It breaks the seal.

“How, ah, bird are you?” Pac clearly doesn’t know if that’s a polite thing to ask, and, honestly, Fit has no idea either. He can only shrug in reply to the unspoken question. “I don’t know crows, but…”

Philza takes another moment or two, chest heaving but at a much slower pace than before, “not sure, sorry, I just live like this.”

The reason why Pac asks suddenly clicks - canaries in a coal mine, but all birds are more vulnerable to smoke than humans. Their respiratory systems just being weaker to it.

At least Fit can reassure that one.

“We’ve run through a fire together before,” he says, skimming over the terror of that event too in his mind. “If he took the smoke worse than me, it wasn’t enough to notice.”

Pac may as well collapse in a heap on the floor for all the relief in his eyes - he doesn’t, but it seems a close-born thing. “Still… you really need a hospital.”

It’s muttered, it’s quiet, it’s been said before, but it’s unfortunately very true.

Fit can see the laugh growing on Philza’s face, and also how he struggles to hold it in.

“Welcome to the island, Pac,” Philza manages to say instead. “You read an out of date medical textbook ten years ago, and it makes you about the best we’ve got.”

“It was a biochemistry book,” Pac corrects, and it either explains a lot or nothing at all. “And some websites. I’ve practiced on Mike, though. We both set many things on fire.”

Philza cannot escape an amused snort this time, but it clearly messes with him enough to fuck his breathing once again. Fit keeps an eye on it as he finishes treating his arms, and sees Pac doing the same with his legs.

They drop the topic to work, using each other as a support they might not even really have.

Once the bandages are all in place and Philza seems to be doing better… Well there’s a goat in the room, isn’t there? Because someone set Philza on fire, using lava Fit couldn’t even see.

“Phil…” he isn’t sure how to phrase it but it needs to be said. “I have some idea, but… what did you see?”

“Not a lot,” Philza answers willingly enough, though he twitches as he does. Fit places a hand over the back of his neck, and hopes it’s reassuring. “Kinda like the other two. The bunker was on fire, there was a trail to a book and some items and pictures. Used fire res, but I only had the one… Ran out about when you arrived.”

That gives them a timescale for just how long, at least - fire res offers some smoke protection, so… But then, perhaps he was breathing it in before he awoke or used the potion, too.

“And the book?” he asks, because it’s always the books that seem to scare his friend the most - it was the book Fit couldn’t see he was reading and rereading when he arrived, that probably stopped him leaving before the fire res ran out.

“What do you want me to say?” despite his weak voice, it’s clear Philza is frustrated by the whole thing. “It’s the Blaze Empress, but what does it matter?”

“Is she liable to kidnap you?” Fit asks first, because after the Ender King talk he /needs/ to know if this is another threat or not. “I know you were worried about…”

He glances at Pac, and realises he will actually have to explain that later. Now Pac’s been here and seen this and is kinda involved all over again.

“I don’t know, Fit,” Philza doesn’t seem as scared this time - still terrified, but more burnt out, more exhausted, more likely to give in than run. “In my dreams of her realm… lava is… people. And the quartress has a bee farm. In the /Nether/. It’s not… It can’t be… There’s no sense here.”

Fit and Pac share a look, and Pac agrees to take on the burden of speaking.

“You burnt from the lava,” he hesitantly offers. “I don’t think… you can hallucinate that?”

Yeah, no, Fit’s seen a lot of cases of mind over matter, and none of them result in that sort of happening.

They watch Philza struggle for a time. Pac starts putting the leftover bandages away, constantly glancing back to check on their shared friend. Philza’s lips move, and reassass, grimace and frown and just… don’t seem to know what to do.

The building distress is obvious, though.

Fit’s about to try soothe him again when Philza opens his mouth again. This time, it’s not just weak - they can hear genuine vulnerability, and the first hints of terrified sobs.

“If she’s real, the war is real. She… She can reshape reality, but the Ender King can steal it. /Has/ stolen it,” Philza stops for air, tears trying to streak down his face. “Entire swathes just… gone. In the blink of an eye. He did it to her… the quartress… hangs in a void… I- I can’t- They’re fighting over me now, Fit, they fought over the world and now they’re fighting over me and there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s… There’s not going to be a world /left/, Fit, not if they fight again! If… If they come, if they take me… Don’t try to stop them, don’t come after me - /please/, Just…”

Philza glances at his children. The sobs break his speech, but it’s so obvious what he means.

“Oh Phil…” Pac whispers, barely audible.

“Of course,” Fit promises - at least to looking after Chayanne and Tallulah. He’ll never promise to never try rescue a friend, not if he sees the option.

The sobs continue, and there’s nothing either of them can really do.

“I-” Philza breaks through them to try to talk, turning desperate eyes on Fit. “I’m scared- I- don’t… I-”

Fit lets the air entirely out of his lungs, and leans over to hug his friend. It’s awkward and it’s difficult, but they manage all the same. He hopes its comforting - Philza presses hard against his chest - because it’s all he can do.

Pac scrambles up onto the arm of the chair, then hesitantly leans over. He presses his weight to Philza’s back, and wraps his arms around his front.

Together they hold him as he sobs, hoping it’ll be soothing enough to avoid another coughing fit.

It isn’t.

This one isn’t as bad as the last, but it’s still terrifying. Fit does his best to soothe in tongue clicks, while Pac rubs his back and begs him to breathe.

Sobs bubble harder into the coughs, eventually winning back over.

“You need to calm down,” Fit says - not because crying is terrible, but because it’s causing his friend to choke. “Please, Phil, you need to calm down.”

Philza doesn’t. He keeps crying and crying and crying, shaking and terrified and seeming so small where he’s trying to curl in the chair.

There’s no chance to ask him about it, either; the tears have to end eventually, but they only cease as he drifts off to sleep.

Fit gives him a moment, checking that, and turns to Pac.

“He cried himself out,” he whispers. “Do we need to wake him up?”

Pac hesitates, clearly trying to remember. Eventually he shakes his head, “put him on the bed. We just…keep an eye on him.”

“Alright. Can you get the oxygen?”

It’s easy enough to move him to the bed, far easier than carrying Philza to the pool in the first instance. Pac moves various bits of equipment around them, clearing the path and making sure the tube on the mask doesn’t tug, the last one being to pull down the sheets.

Philza is very definitely asleep by the time he’s laying on them. Pac sets up a little more stuff, pushing fluids into his veins and tracing his heartbeat just in case, but there’s only so much he knows how to do. Roier knows more - did more for Forever - but Roier is missing, and Pac’s knowledge is from scientific testing, not medical.

Once Pac is done fiddling, Fit tucks the blankets around his friend. He’s led to a pair of chairs positioned to watch both Philza and the children, and collapse into them.

“Well, fuck,” Fit says, because he really has no other words for the situation.

“Will he be okay?” Pac replies, glance flittering between Fit, Philza, and the sleeping children.

“You’re the closer to an expert than me.” Fit drapes an arm over his eyes, trying to hide from the very bright lighting.

“The burns were a lot, but didn’t have time to get very bad. His breathing is worrying but it’s, ah, improving. I want to do more, Fit, but I don’t know what to do,” Pac shuffles in his chair. “I am not trained for this. But… I meant… in his brain. Will he be okay in his brain?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it,” Fit frowns. “The shit he sees is definitely real, but it’s not the same real so he’s still going to be left doubting it all. And Philza does /not/ handle doubt.”

“The same real?” Fit peaks out under his arm, and sees confusion writ on Pac’s face.

“Yeah,” he frowns himself. “The lava? I couldn’t see it, even as it was burning him. Hell I was standing on the same floor he tried to walk on. It was a brainfuck - he fell through the floor into the lava, but it was still there.”

“Like BadBoy’s ghost blocks?”

“Not really,” Fit, still not sure what he saw, struggles to explain. “Or, kinda? But like the ghost block could also have lava inside it. The lava and the floorboards were in the same place, just you sink in lava.”

Pac pulls a long series of faces, clearly struggling with the concept. After a bit, he clicks, “more like… hiding cables for storage?”

“Maybe?” Fit doesn’t really know a lot about that. “Whatever it was, it was terrifying. And the beings contacting him? Being powerful enough to do /that/? He asked me not to intervene if he gets kidnapped, but I don’t even know if I could!”

Pac scoots a little closer, leaning over the arm of the chair to rest on Fit’s shoulder. Fit reaches up, entangling a hand into his hair. “You’d try.”

“Damn right I would,” because of course Fit would. They might all be as good as powerless here, their actions having even less meaning than in the Wasteland, but he’s still going to /try. Good friends are hard to come by, and he’s not going to let some extra-dimensional fuckery steal one of his away.

Not if he has a choice, anyway.

“It’s just…” Fuck, Fit has to tell Pac, doesn’t he? “Does the name the Ender King mean anything to you?”

Fit watches Pac think very hard about the question, focus and concentration mixing into one. After a few minutes he looks back at Fit, “like… Enderman? But a king?”

“I guess?” Fit shrugs a bit. “Phil did say he’d have no idea if he were here - there’s no marks of him, but he mostly exists in another realm.”

“No, then,” Pac shakes his head a little. “Just… that. Phil said something?”

“Yeah, few weeks back,” Fit pulls a face. “With the egg shoes? It was when he called me off that day.”

Pac nods, “the shoes were cute.”

“They were,” Fit smiles a bit at the happier memory. “But Phil… Chayanne and Tallulah were with him, and I swear its only that that stopped him having a panic attack. He’d had that other message - the one you were there for? That scared him, but the second one /terrified/ him. Was promising Chayanne and Tallulah he’d always get back to him, to behave if he was kidnapped, laugh-sobbing when Chayanne promised to kill whatever scared him, the works.”

“And it was the Ender King? He mentioned it today, too.”

“Yeah…” Fit trails off, unsure what else to say.

There’s quiet for a moment, before Pac speaks up again, “how did Phil, er, how does Phil know them?”

Fit takes a deep breath, trying both to remember and work it out. “He /says/ it’s from his dreams. He dreams of living in another world, really consistently, really vividly, and these… entities are its rulers. He doesn’t remember all of them, though, it’s still just a dream.“

“Memories, maybe?” Pac asks. “Does he have amnesia too?”

“Maybe?” Fit frowns. “He remembers shit with me well enough, but I don’t remember enough about the rest to compare. Could be the Feds just stole part of them.”

“Which means we all might have all-powerful supervillians after us,” Pac’s eyes are a bit wide.

“And who would even be after you?” Fit laughs, already knowing who is after him.

“I am an international criminal wanted in five countries,” Pac mocks some offence. “Entire governments want me dead!”

They can both only hold it for a moment before descending into giggles. It takes a few moments to recover, their foreheads pressed together.

“The Blaze Empress sounds… fiery,” Pac muses, once he has recovered. “And Endermen hate water. Maybe he should make an underwater safe zone? Just in case.”

“We can suggest it once he’s feeling better,” Fit promises. “Knowing Phil, he’s already got one hidden away somewhere, he just hasn’t thought of it.”

Pac might be the least paranoid of the three of them, but that really is not saying much. Fit can already see the calculations running, and so gently pokes his nose. There’s a jolt of surprise, and a soft smile. “Fit?”

“Thanks for your help,” Fit says, trying his best to be genuine. “Sorry about the night… We can talk more in the morning, and rearrange to another time?”

“Philza is important,” Pac shrugs. “We can adjust.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’ve done the same for Mike,” Pac’s voice is a bit soft.

There’s not much Fit can say to that. Instead he just moves on.

“Do you want to sleep first, or shall I?”

Pac glances at Philza, then the time, “you sleep first? There’s more likely to be problems earlier.”

“Alright,” Fit doesn’t want to leave either of them, but they all need sleep. “Wake me in a few hours, okay?”

Pac nods, and shoos him off.

There’s too much to talk about in the morning - Fit already knows they never will finish the conversation, not even if Philza is stolen from their watch and tormented by gods from another realm.

It’s fine, though, it’ll be fine.

He lays awake, failing to think of a solution, listening to Pac watch low-volume Brazilian romance films until his own dreams steal him away.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #qsmp philza #hurt/comfort #nobody is having a good time here #I hate the ending but it'll serve #it was the only way I could make them stop talking #and I really needed them to it was getting ungodly long #fun fact - this is my current longest qsmp piece #and it was supposed to just be an alt PoV on the much shorter Philza PoV of the same stuff #prompt: hallucinations

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WHO WILL IT BE?

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{GETO + GOJO + POC READER}

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⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Burning Desire by Lana Del Ray [You & All the men in this Chapter Theme song]

⟿ Word Count: around 3,800 to 4,000 +

⟿ Starts with Geto + Gojo + Reader

⟿ Summary: This is how it all starts getting sucked in by the two incubus that you call boss and running into a stoic man. You’ve been attracted to since you moved here 2 months ago and started working for them. Wonder how this will turn out?

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: will contain smut {next chapter}, fluff, plot building, pet names, fem reader, black fem reader/you, and etc.

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & please don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. I used to write fics and my own stories when I was younger and reading these Nanami fics reignited my love for writing! This is the first fic I've uploaded on Tumblr so please comment and give feedback! I hope you will enjoy this.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐻𝒪𝒲 𝐼𝒯 𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 | 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝐼𝒩 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You just moved to Tokyo, Japan maybe 2 months ago. So, far you loved every bit of it from the scenery to the people who weren’t rude to foreigners. You moved here on a whim with no rhyme or reason really besides a job opportunity and just loving the pictures you saw. It was busy very busy in the city of Tokyo; you’ve never been to NYC but you felt like it might have similar vibes. Loud honking of car horns people bussing through the streets even some drunk people lying on the ground sleeping before they went to work. The job opportunity was to work as a secretary for a small law firm a little bit outside of the main city of Tokyo. They mainly did small cases nothing too crazy mainly for people that just need a lawyer on a whim. The owner of the law firm was named Geto and his right hand was Gojo. They seem fairly close more best friends than co-partners to a law firm. Always laughing and cracking jokes but like most when it was time to get serious that wasn’t a problem for Geto at least. You had a fairly easy work schedule come in 5 days a week at least and work from 8-4 even till 6 at the latest. Luckily you were able to pick which days you came in as long as you told Geto or Gojo. They were pretty laid back so you never felt like you were dying on the other side of the phone when you said you wouldn’t be coming in today. And today was one of those days. You never understood the drinking culture here in Japan but they could drink! Partying till the sun came up and going straight to work. How did they do it? As your head pounded you called Geto letting him know you wouldn’t be coming in today due to the festivities the law firm took part in last night.

“Oooo y/n I understand completely. If I’m being honest my head is killing me too. Take as much time as you need things have been slow recently. I’ll let you know when we got some work for you, okay?” Geto asked making sure you understood

“Okay, thank you again for being so understanding and nice to me.” You respond in a groggy tone rubbing your eyes making you see stars.

“I’ll call if you’re needed, have a great day today Mx. l/n,” Geto says before hanging up. He wonders to himself will you be okay all by yourself today? He hopes you feel better soon because last night was something to remember. The shots were flowing music blasting as cigarette smoke filled the club. He rubbed his temples before leaning back in his chair. He wished he would’ve marveled in the silence he had before hearing Gojo burst through the doors.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒪 & 𝒢𝒪𝒥𝒪 ‘𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Heyyyy I hope you’re feeling good you were taking a lot of shots last night.~” Gojo says in a teasing tone as he plops into a seat in front of Geto's desk and all Geto can do is grimace at him and shake his head.

“We should check on y/n. Make sure she’s okay she doesn’t have anyone here to help her you know?” Geto states lacing his fingers together as he lets his chin rest on them.

“Wellll I don’t see why not! Let’s go I’ve been wanting to get to know her she seems so interesting she entrancing actually.” Gojo states looking at Geto with excited eyes it has a tad more emotion but Geto can’t put his finger on it. Gojo walks out of the office waving his hand let’s go. They had both remembered where you lived from dropping you off yesterday actually. They both hoped it wasn’t weird of them to remember or pop up unexpectedly like this. They didn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. It was silent on the drive over both thinking about you & wondering how you were doing. Geto knew you were new to Tokyo and began inviting you out to after-work festivities whenever they had them. He wanted to show you a good time but the first couple times you said no. That was okay though mostly because he and Gojo went out almost every night they mainly invited you when the rest of the staff would also be there. He truly didn’t want his feelings to be shown. He wondered deeply in thought how you would feel in his arms. Gojo on the other hand was infatuated by you. You had rich milk chocolate skin that looked smooth to the touch. You had a beautiful hourglass shape with curves that made his mouth water. Your face was something he could look at forever nice plump lips, the cutest nose, high cheekbones, and beautiful fox eyes. Those drew him in the most so mysterious, slightly giving a not-so-innocent vibe, and the way they were so dark he could barely see your pupils. It was like a dark ocean at night with some much depth he could drown. Both of their minds were interrupted when the car came to a slow stop. Honestly, Gojo didn’t even realize he just stopped in front of your home. He didn’t even remember taking any turns or stopping at any stop lights. ‘What’s the door number again?’ Gojo thinks to himself as he parks the car in your complex parking lot. Crazy how being in such deep thought can make a person forgetful or flustered. They both never felt like this before that’s why they’re knocking at your door.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒜𝐹𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒪𝐹𝐹 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒫𝐻𝒪𝒩𝐸 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

After getting off the phone with your boss you stretch in your bed trying to wake yourself up so you could get something to eat. You felt ravines since you barely ate the day before so you had to make up for it. Once rolling out of bed you realized you had your club outfit on still and makeup. Disgusted by this you stripped your sheets along with with your mini skirt and crop top in the laundry. Now in a couple of days old bra, and club undies you strip naked and hop in the shower. You put your braids in a bun before fully putting yourself under the shower head. You let the warm water run all over you and coat you like a warm blanket. Before falling back asleep in the shower you slap your cheeks with both hands trying to wake yourself. You wash your face thoroughly trying to get all the day-old makeup off and begin to shower the rest of your body. You take your time taking at least 35 minutes and step out feeling refreshed. After fully drying yourself you put on a matching red cotton thong and a red sports bra on. You rummage through your drawers to find some grey sweats and a black tank top. Lastly, you grab a jacket, your keys, and your wallet. You rush out the door putting your socks and shoes on. Looking foolish you trip a little practically running out of your house, but not forgetting to lock the front door. You walked to the nearest coffee shop in need of energy for being out so late. The sun beaming down on you felt like the best hug in a while making you smile at its warm embrace. The weather was nice today which made your mood ten times better honestly. Yesterday you finally took your boss up for drinks with the rest of your coworkers. It was fun honestly you were surprised that everyone got so loose and had so much fun. Even go so far as driving each other home. You remember slightly that Geto and Gojo took you home. Remembering this made your cheeks heat up slightly. As you opened the coffee shop door the smell of coffee made you smile slightly excited to get your favorite drink. You walk up to register and order [insert your favorite drink] and a [insert your favorite bagel] toasted with butter. They call your name when both your drink and food are done you grab both and sit down at a table for two. As you enjoy your breakfast you look up occasionally from your phone as you read a book. Out of nowhere, someone sits at the chair across from you. Snapping up from your phone you see the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair that was gelled back, a chiseled face with beautiful ashy brown eyes that were staring you down. Making you shift in your seat you pull a headphone out and smile softly. He returns the smile and tilts his head slightly.

“Are you new in town? This coffee shop is fairly new.” He asks in a smooth somewhat sultry tone. Or maybe you were just reading into it too much. How could you not be a sexy man sitting at your table asking you a dumb question just to talk to you?

“Yes, I recently came here from the States. Mainly for work and to just get out.” You said as you sipped some coffee not letting it go to waste. You loved hot coffee not cold.

“Oh, interesting. Well, my name is Kento; Nanami, Kento.” He says reaching his hand across the table wanting to shake yours. He wanted to feel how soft your hand looked. He honestly didn’t know what to say he was just enjoying the view. Once you walked into the coffee shop he noticed you instantly. Let it be that your brown skin was an amazing contrast to the gray sweats you wore or the red peaking out from your sports bra. Or your braids tied up in a bun. OR your beautiful figure he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. He hoped you didn’t notice his dagger-for eyes just tracing every inch of you from afar. Hoping he didn’t spook you or scare you to the point you were uncomfortable.

“Nice to meet you Kento. My name is y/n, l/n y/n.” You say sweetly as you extended your hand to shake his. His hands felt so much larger {because they were} than yours making you melt slightly. Your hand basically disappeared in his grip. The roughness and callousness of them felt nice honestly still smooth. Without noticing your hand was flipped and your arm was being pulled as he brought his lips to your hand. Kissing it lightly making you jump a little. His lips felt so soft and gentle as he kissed your hand 3 times. You’re now fully melted into your seat. Your cheeks explode in heat as you can’t help but smile deeply showing your deep-set dimples. He releases your hand softly and begins to pull out a business card; and hands it to you. You read it as it says he’s a lawyer at an even bigger law firm than the one you worked at. Your eyes go wide as it says CEO and his personal phone number. Guessing these were usually handed out to exclusive clients it made you wonder what made him hand it to you; being naive. You smile softly as you put it in your wallet.

“Well, y/n I have to be going now. I’m honestly late but it was worth it.” He winks at you as he turns around. “It was nice to meet you give me a call. I want to see you again soon.” He waved his hand goodbye as he walked out the door leaving you alone at your table once again. In shock at what just happened you sat at the table still for a couple minutes even though you finished both your coffee and bagel. Shaking your head to get yourself out of the trance you were in you cleared your throat and got up. You threw your trash away and walked out as well. You wanted to do some shopping for your new apartment just getting some small things since you had to walk all the way back. Almost forgetting completely you were hungover you had to stop and get some anti-nausea medication before walking into any stores.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝒮𝒦𝐼𝒫 𝒯𝒪 𝒜 𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒫𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸𝑅 | 𝑀𝐼𝒳𝐸𝒟 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Ughhh I don’t think she’s here Gojo!” Geto complained as Gojo continued to peer through windows and knock again and again at the door. It had been at least an hour since they first arrived and now Geto was irritated ready to go back to the office or even better his bed. Gojo doesn’t give up easily though he just wants to see your face and ask how you where doing. Suddenly they both hear an elevator ding then open and you step out of it with a couple of bags full of small miscellaneous items. You’re eyes went wide as they were both looking at you mainly staring you down like they were surprised to see you in the flesh. You smile softly and wave as you walk towards your door.

“I’m guessing you guys wanted to check in on me?” You tease as you walk closer to them Gojo & Geto reach out to grab the bags you had in your arms. You let them grab the bags and unlock your door beckoning them both in since it seemed they’d been waiting. They walk in both setting the bags down on top of the kitchen counter before taking in your apartment and looking around like two curious cats. You set your wallet & keys down, turn some lights on, and light a candle.

“Ya, we wanted to make sure you weren’t too hungover didn’t want you too scared to come out with us again.” Geto states as he looks around before basically falling back into your couch. Gojo sits next to him taking in deep breaths as if he’s trying to remember your scent.

“You don’t have to worry about me I had a lot of fun last night truly! Also thank you both for dropping me off here I wouldn’t have made it back the way I was last night.” You say slightly embarrassed at how drunk you were but you giggle softly closing your eyes for a second as you laugh. Not noticing both of their eyes on you as you laughed. They both began thinking about how cute you were as you laughed and how cute your snort was that you tried to hide.

“I’m glad you had fun maybe we should do it again this weekend?” Gojo said before Geto could say it which slightly irritated him. He was the one who invited you and the one who wanted to show you a good time.

“I can show you a new place in town that is said to be super cool with nice techno/EDM music. If you’re into that?” Geto asks butting in before you can even respond to Gojo. Which makes you laugh again slightly noticing how eager they both were.

“How about we all go to the place Geto is talking about just us three? How do you boys like that idea?~” You propose adding a sultry tone and crossing your arms which made your boobs push together as you bent over closer to them meeting their eyes trying to give them a great view. You honestly don’t know why you did it but you weren’t at work soooo it didn’t matter. Also, there are two hot guys you kinda just let your thoughts go out the window and follow your pussy when sexy men are around. They both blush at the sight of your breast so close to them. At work, you usually didn’t really wear revealing clothes just ones that clung to your curves which didn’t help either. But today you’re at home wearing your tank top and loose sweats that are slightly sagged showing your thong. Geto clears his throat first trying to focus and not let his dick grow hard from just looking at you but it was slightly more difficult. You were different than his pass lovers.

“I’d enjoy that..I’ll book us a private room then,” Geto says softly smiling at you moving his shirt to cover up the growing tent in his pants.

“I’d enjoy that as well, doll..” Gojo says winking at you as he stands up. Getting to see you and making plans was all he wanted to do but he also had to go because his dick was making a tent in his pants. Not wanting to embarrass himself at all he looks at Geto trying to get his attention so they can leave. Clearing his throat did the trick snapping Geto out of it. Geto looked up at Gojo getting the silent message from his eyes.

“We’ll be going now. I’ll contact you about the time we’ll be picking you up on Saturday.” Geto states as he gets up as well. As you straightened up you grinned softly and waved goodbye. Gojo nodded in agreement smirking at you.

“It’ll be a lot of fun! Wear your best clubbing dress. This club is a little bit more expensive and exclusive.” Gojo says while smiling down at you blush still tinting his cheeks.

“Okay, I’ll wear my sluttiest dress just for you two. I can wait for Saturday boys!” You say as you trail behind them shutting the door as they both walk out. Pushing your back to the door you sigh softly. Today was just fucking crazy running into all these men. Two you already knew that you tried to hide your attractiveness too. And one mysterious man that was so hot you were shifting in your seat. No man has made you feel so horny just by looking at you. His stoic face mixed with those ashy eyes were enough to have you melted on the floor. His eyes, Nanami’s eyes were just stuck in your head the way he looked at you and kissed your hand! Slightly embarrassed at the thought you push yourself away from the door heading to the couch turning the TV on.

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Once again I hope you enjoyed the first chapter we can only go up from here! I'll be updating a new chapter every other day but today I might upload the next chapter. Also, this all starts in October by the way. Sorry if my descriptions or the characteristics of characters aren't spot on this is how I see them in my mind. Don’t forget to comment, reblog, like, and follow me; thank you!!

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steve0discusses · 7 months

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Episode 47 S5: Mana Runs too Slow and it Kills 2 People

Tumblr decided to change the way it does image posts so this is going to be my hell. I can only have max 30 "blocks" of images (yikes) and uploading all your images at once and then just adding text in between is actually not possible! (least it's a nightmare on browser. I have not figured out how to drag my text in between images, so I'm just uploading every image one by one and hoping I don't forget one)

thanks, I hate it!

Peeking up at us over the horizon, our end of the world apocalypse has reached the next step of his rampage: which is to shoot glowing missiles out of it's Dragon crotch until Egypt is destroyed.

Seto is doing his best to look productive, but unfortunately this is Sad Seto, who is still buffering.

Just uh...give him a minute. He has to remember how to be Seto.

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I'm pretty sure Kissara told him straight up to call her whenever, and considering how few words they've ever said to each other, you'd think he'd remember the words she said like half an hour ago. Then again, he was kind of...sleeping when that happened. Or hallucinating, or dreaming, or all three.

Bakura and Yami are watching this pan out from the Shadow Game Zone, Bakura kind of nodding slowly while Yami becomes overwhelmed with embarrassment over how much everyone around him is screwing it. This is not meant to be funny, but it was very funny to me.

I have brought this up before, but Bakura does bring up a good point, that this entire arc was kind of against the grain of who Yami became over the course of the last 4 seasons.

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Don't get me wrong, Yami LOVES to make bad choices that end the world. But why would he continue to go back here and destroy the world of the future he knows and loves so much? Especially since it already went SO south with Dartz the last time he opened pandora's box?

He has a new identity now, he has so many friends, last arc was just so many women throwing themselves at Yugi. His life is really good! I think they could have developed more of a line of logic between last arc and this arc, but like with a lot of things in this arc, it was rushed.

So him giving up his newfound modern identity that he made all himself through hard work and friendship first off feels kinda bad. Like I'm OK with him being a new guy, he worked hard for that! Lets not go backward now.

And then him coming here to regain his old identity is sort of like the show knew what it must do, but the characters were like "nah." and then went and did it anyway seemingly at gunpoint.

And I kind of wish there was any contrast between who Yami's new identity is in the future and who Yami was in the past. It would be fascinating to dive into the fact he's now two people yet again, even though Yugi is no longer in that bean. but eh save it for the fanfiction, because they needed to end Yugioh in a certain number of episodes.

And that happens sometimes. Stories are character driven, and when you try and drive the characters, they become less like people and more like iconic symbols. Here's our hero. He must do this because he's the hero. That's it, that's the reason. Welcome to Shonen Jump.

+++++++END RANT AKA THIS ARC HAS COOL IDEAS AND I WISH IT HAD ENOUGH TIME TO DO THEM BETTER++++++++

Problem is, Yami isn't that meta. He's dumb though, so in a way it does make a little sense why he had to open the box. He dummy thin.

Dummy thin and still can't read.

And like in case you've jumped in here after my accidental hiatus (hello!) and not realized this, I had to binge watch the rest of the season before we cancelled our Hulu subscription. There was the option of watching it for free on the Yugioh website, but I didn't want to change my Photoshop actions.

So get ready for me to talk about how the ending of this show bothered me, for like 8 episodes. I'll try to keep it in, so we can get there when we get there.

But you can't say lines like "We were meant to be together." in the context of this arc, you can't DO that, show.

Apparently the creator of Yugioh got hospitalized while he wrote this arc, hence the dick king demon. But also it got....messy. We have like 3 seasons of development in like 8 episodes, buckle up. They did the best that they could do with the resource's given, and we'll even get to meet my favorite character a few times before it's over (the Storyboarding God that occasionally guest stars on Yugioh, love that guy)

Back on the playing field, Yami is running out of options, when Isis informs us we can just go to McDonald's and get more McGuffins.

Out of basically no where, Mana zips onto the screen because she's ready to have at least one girl's night before the end of the world. The contrasting energy from both Mana and Isis is peak goth babysitter vs the parrot that hides behind the couch and bites your feet.

Back near Pharaoh's tomb, Yugi is still dueling over a deathpit with the child who these kids think is Ryou bakura.

This is not however, Ryou Bakura. It's sideways adjacent evil Bakura.

And it didn't really matter that this plot point ever happened because it's not like Yugi, Joey, or Tea ever catch on that this isn't Ryou anyway. But at least I, the audience can feel a little bit better about the weird twist by the dub there.

Ryou is still passed out on some stone steps. He's fine.

You might be wondering "Oh so what asinine thing is Isis going to have to do to get the items back?" and uh, you're wrong actually.

Turns out we could have just picked up the items in the desert at any time but I guess we forgot. I'll blame it on Shadi.

Joey Wheeler, who can punch out probably anything but a ghost, chooses to hide behind Tea because he knows she can punch a ghost and I believe it, too.

Back on the surface, is a scene that would have been emotional if it hadn't been 3 minutes. it was NOT enough time to give a proper send off to our girl Isis here, and they tried, but if you imagine the Yakety Sax song playing under this death here, that's about the speed at which this girl biffed it.

speaking of Yakety Sax theme, this is what was happening while Mana was crying her eyes out.,

And you may ask, was it really that goofy? and yes, yes it was.

and like I get it, animation and pacing are really, really hard. Parts of me wonder if maybe on paper this seemed OK. If maybe even as a storyboard this seemed OK. But something you learn quickly when doing any sort of narrative art, is that you need like 2x as much space as you think you do. Pause is an underrated godlike skill that takes a lifetime to master.

However, it still had good stills going on, it still had some lovely direction just...I mean they dropped Isis from top to bottom of that frame so freakin fast it was like she was a dropped banana hahaha.

They still have to carry these items physically to the Pharaoh, and so becuase Mana is a slow runner, 2 people freakin died this episode distracting Zorc. Which is also the title of this episode because I want to send home howfreakin funny that is to me.

Ah, back to Episode 1.

So how breathtaking and epic is the Kaiju fight you ask? Well good thing for you, I capped it.

The look on Seto and Yami's faces about sum it up.

And as quickly as he showed up to do a few silly punches, the great Exodia was cut exactly in half. Don't ask me how the card logic works for that, I have forgotten how this game works already.

Mana finally makes it to Yami, cursed puzzle in hand, and that ends this episode.

Can you imagine adding 7 characters to a story knowing you have to kill all of them individually before the anime arc is over? Breakneck deaths going on here.

Sorry for all you people that were so deeply attached to Shimon, the guy who isn't even Grandpa, by the way. A moment of silence for all 4 of you.

And we get back this thing. This horrible thing made out of thousands of dead people's souls. The thing that trapped him for 5000 years and launched him into the future. The only thing that can save mankind.

(If I have used this Mokuba joke like this before forgive me it was like a different lifetime before I caught covid, and I will not be able to regain those memories because I cannot curse myself with a rude ass puzzle.)

The abusive relationship with the Millennium Puzzle is a whole anime college essay I would write if I had half a brain, but alas I have the immune system and fatigue of a sickly gerbil or a goldfish that feels a little bit chilly. So I will not be writing that in depth episode but like...

Think about how far we've come with this jackass puzzle. And yet, I'm supposed to forgive it? Nah I don't think I have yet. Go to hell, puzzle.

This puzzle can go straight to hell.

Anyway, if you just got here you can read these recaps in chrono order at the link here:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

PS I had to do so much assholery to get that to go to my chrono link and not my main link. They would just. Change my link. They would just change my link every time I pasted it. Tumblr you have GOT to give me my old post editor back omg.

#yugioh #YGO #yu gi oh #photo recap #yugi muto #joey wheeler #tea gardener #seto kaiba #priest seto #demon king bakura #bakura #yami muto #shimon #mana #isis #exodia #S5

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altamont498 · 2 years

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On The Sanitation of the Internet, the Importance of Trigger Tags and the Role of Responsible Adults.

[All tweets described in alt; original tweets available by clicking the above images]

TBH I really do miss the days of the internet when the responsibility was on both the reader/viewer and the author to look out for each-other.

Whereby the author had to provide due warnings (e.g. TW Suicide, TW Insects, etc.) whilst the reader had to heed and act on the warnings where appropriate.

Whereas nowadays instead, as TomSka has said in the above tweets, everything has to be totally cleaned and sanitized to a stupid extent, where there's little or no just even remotely adult-only content available online nowadays.

Because - really and truly - it's unnecessary and overcautious mollycoddling and really only there to keep advertisers and shareholders happy.

And besides, the same companies have been previously more than willing to advertise adult content like horror games or potentially harmful stuff like loud noises and strobe lighting in advertisements whilst at the same time all too eager to pull "NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MURDER ON A PODCAST ABOUT JACK THE RIPPER!!111!! YOU HAVE TO SAY UNALIVE!!!111!"

It also entirely disregards the original context. For example, it's one thing to send someone a horrible message like "I'm going to murder you and your family", but it's another thing to talk about murder in my previous example, in a podcast about Jack the Ripper.

Or if someone is struggling with genuine suicidal thoughts, they can't even look up anything about that and get the help that they may be in desperate need of because any content mentioning/referencing suicide has been deemed "too inappropriate."

Instead, it should be on parents/guardians/responsible adults to have that conversation with kids to say that there could be stuff online that they don't like, and tell them that if there's a warning sign literally straight in-front of them saying that there's something they don't like, that they act on it immediately.

If someone with a nut allergy ate a jar of Nutella (accordingly marked with Allergy Warning: Contains hazelnuts), took an allergic reaction and tried to sue Nutella, they'd be laughed out of any reputable news source and laughed out of any court of law.

Meanwhile, parents/guardians/responsible adults don't teach their kids how age restrictions work or how to act on them, how to avoid trigger tags and trigger warnings (or even bypassing it for them - e.g. buying them an 18+ game) then turn around and shout about how little Johnny/Jenny got traumatized by seeing a zombie's head explode in Call of Duty (PEGI 18) or how they walked in on their 12 year-old getting a lap dance from a virtual lap-dancer on Grand Theft Auto (also PEGI 18).

It would be simple for most websites—YouTube, Twitter, even Tumblr—to implement.

An option for authors to flag stuff as and when they're uploading it and then a click-through for the reader, like:

WARNING: Per [the author]'s own indication, this video/post contains references to X, Y and Z which some viewers may find disturbing or upsetting. Do you wish to continue? > Yes > No

It's high-time we bring back The Mutual Onus.

"Where the reader has needs, the writer must act to warn; But when the writer warns, then the reader must heed and act accordingly."

It would definitely go a long way towards putting an end to the overcautious mollycoddling of kids with regards to online content and re-open large swathes of the internet that would otherwise have ended up being rendered uninhabitable.

As well as the fact that warnings and TWs aren't a modern concept. Even in our day-to-day lives we see warnings for the sake of mental and physical health.

E.g.

"This report by John Smith contains flashing images, and descriptions of child abuse that some people may find disturbing."

"Coming up next on ITV is Doc Martin, which contains scenes of a medical nature."

Definitely food for thought for many social media sites and platforms to consider.

#long post tw #tomska #youtube #twitter #tumblr #social media #rant #thoughts

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rinnkimmichi · 1 year

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Beach Bums Live Ep. 2 Social Norms

Introduction.

Hello Beach Bums and welcome to my brand new podcast Beach Bums Live! I’m your host Rinn and this is my Patreon exclusive podcast where I talk about my thoughts and opinions on topics that are either popular in the media or just subjects I pull straight out of my head that I find interesting to talk about. Before I get into todays topic I’d like to extend a huge thank you to everyone listening that’s subscribed to the Patreon, I really appreciate it and your support and donations help keep my channel and content going. For those of you that are not subscribed and are reading the manuscript on Tumblr I’d like to take this moment to direct you over to my Patreon here. Memberships on my Patreon start out as low as $10 a month, you’ll get access to exclusive content such as this podcast that you can’t find anywhere else. You will also gain access to fun digital goodies, video shoutouts on future YouTube uploads, premium Discord roles and perks, and so much more. Now without further delay let's jump right into todays topic on social norms.

What Are Social Norms?

So for starters I want to elaborate on the definition of social norms. If you google the word social norms, you’ll find a pretty clear cut definition from a few sources such as wikipedia and a few educational institutions. To keep the discussion fair I decided to go more in depth on the definition from Stanford.edu that states social norms are “the informal rules that govern behavior in groups and societies.” Some examples of this could be shaking hands when greeting someone, respecting someones personal space, saying "please" and "thank you," and so on. It’s essentially boiled down to a relatively common response to social situations and settings that can differ depending on where you are in the world, or your cultural background, etc. You’re probably currently asking yourself at this point in time why I chose the topic of social norms, and well that answer is actually a lot simpler than you probably think. I was speaking with a close friend about how in todays society, a vast majority of people would make discouraging comments and remarks towards individuals that are following their dreams and passions, wether it was because they were just being spiteful or jealous because they wish they could be doing what you’re doing at the time. I concluded that it has to be a byproduct of what social norms in certain communities have caused. Communities such as the LGBT+ or African Americans and other minorities, small artists and content creators, etc. The New Normal. It’s somehow become a social norm in today’s society across the globe to belittle people for being different, for wanting to inspire change, for the color of their skin, the clothes that they wear, their sexuality or gender identity, and even for just doing what they enjoy, whether it’s playing video games, painting, or even dieting. It baffles me that we currently live in a world that is so divided and broken by such minuscule things that truly don’t affect the other person whatsoever and is nobodies concern but their own. To be utterly blunt, there’s simply no excuse for how ignorant, inconsiderate, and low the world has sunk. From men making decisions on what women can and can’t do with their bodies, to privileged and self righteous individuals belittling other races beyond their own.

It’s as if somehow the population has forgotten that everyone is human, whether they speak a different language from you, dress differently than you, think differently than you, believe in a different religion from you, have a different skin tone than you, or anything else out and in-between. I went to this elementary school growing up as a child that had a poster in the hall over the auditorium that said, “treat others the way you want to be treated.” In simpler terms, if you want to be respected by other people. then you should respect others and they’ll treat you with the same respect. If you treat people like shit then guess what, you’re most likely going to be treated like shit back. You stand absolutely nothing to gain from being a fucking asshole to people other than a tiny drop of whatever satisfaction you think you’re getting in the end. Being an asshole doesn’t pay your bills, it’s not going to magically make your life better, you’re most likely going to lose friends and gain enemies, and you might even end up dying alone because nobody likes an asshole. Sometimes it’s best to keep your opinions to yourself, especially when no one asked for it. What Can You Do? There’s so much more in the world beyond the social norm. Everyone on this planet is their own person and has the freedom and will to do whatever it is that they want and though that’s not always one hundred percent true for some people in some countries or under certain circumstances, for the people that it is true for, instead of being a follower, take a step outside of whatever toxic social norm you’ve conformed to and understand that your thoughts and opinion weigh about as much as your existence on a planet that’s populated with over seven billion people. If you're going to use your voice to say anything at all, make it valuable and worth seven billion eyes and ears and understand that you have to be the change that you wish to see in this world and change in someone else doesn’t always happen overnight. Breaking The Normal I don't want this entire episode to be about all the negative aspects of social norms. This episode is definitely not solely just to say everyone is an asshole and you all need to change. I actually want to take a moment to go over a few lighthearted and good aspects of some social norms. Stanford.edu makes some great points on social norms and how they’re essential for interaction and individual growth. The university goes on to state, “norms of honesty, loyalty, reciprocity and promise-keeping are indeed important to the smooth functioning of social groups.” I think it goes without saying but being honest and keeping a promise are two huge factors in socialization between two or more people. When you're honest to your friends or you keep a promise you made, it builds a bond of trust between you that helps your relationship grow in a healthy way. Most people have experience with other people that are not always honest or maybe have a hard time keeping promises and those type of relationships typically don’t have any form of trust and also tend to have a lack of respect, whether that lack or respect is mutual or one sided. It’s important for your social development to understand these social norms, good and bad alike.

I think another thing that ties into understanding and following social norms is the concept of common sense. The Oxford definition of common sense is “good sense and sound judgment in practical matters.” though for many people, common sense may sound or seem all too common, there are a lot of people out there that lack basic common sense and knowledge. For example, that blue and black dress you saw that’s been floating around the internet might not look blue and black to someone that's color blind. It also might not look blue and black to someone else if the picture they’re looking at was photoshopped. Though that all sounds obvious and sounds like common sense, there are some people that don’t completely understand this and may even think otherwise. The way that common sense ties into social norms simply put is the fact that not all social norms are universal. You may shake hands to greet a friend in your country and that may be the social norm there, but in another country they may look at is as offensive because their greetings may differ greatly. You should never assume that your “normal” is normal for the rest of the world. Outro That’s all I have to talk about when it comes to this topic, at least for this episode. Let me know your thoughts and opinions on social norms in the comment section and tell me what you thought about the podcast episode and if I should do more episodes like this. I also would love to know what topics you want to hear me talk about for future uploads and if your topic gets chosen then I may even upload a special extra video outside of my normal posting schedule to surprise you all with. If you made it to the end of the podcast thank you so much for listening and if you didn’t, then I hope you can finish it properly another time. Don’t forget to check out my other social media platforms such as Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube, and make sure you’re subscribed to my YouTube channel and have post notifications enabled. Thank you again and I’ll see you in the next episode.

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sorry, same permission anon, is there really no other way to ask? their DMs are shut, but can't you tweet at them? comment on the original posting? are you checking their descriptions to see if they have anything resembling "do not reupload my works"?

they may not use tumblr, but someone who knows them might and they may still find out. these are independent artists, not shueisha. they're not completely out of reach in any sense.

... honestly I'm just scared to tweet them directly. Idk why it feels more stressful than DMing them? I do check for any "do not reuploads" on their twitter or pixiv in their bios and the post itself and make sure they don't have anything like that (note: this is at time of posting. I source everything I translate and you can click to get linked directly to the op's account, and if you notice that it ever changes, please tell me and I'll remove it immediately!). I also do not upload comics from sites like privatter or poipiku because they are specifically meant to limit the audience to the poster's twitter followers/lists, and that would be extra bad.

This doesn't absolve me completely in any sense, but apart from straight up asking for permission (which is... admittedly the most important part) I do my best to make sure I'm being respectful of the original artist's wishes.

edit: do you think I should remove the original version from my posts and only link it? Somehow it only just came to me (stupid, I know) that this might impact traffic to the original, though I originally put it there so that people could correct me translations in case I fucked up lol

edit edit: check the tags on the newest translation :D

#i think my morals around this are a little shaky because i also read translated light novels #and this level of piracy is accepted by most people #many novel authors are independent as well but they have very little international reach so fans/translators tend to #only take stuff down when it gets licensed #which is not exactly an equivalent situation not does it directly answer your point #but i hope it explains some of my thought process?#i don't think i'm cutting into any of op's original reach #idk if this helps or not anon but thanks for giving me the chance to clarify all of this

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dosiesscarystory · 1 year

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Hello everyone, It’s nice to see you guys here! I’m open for scary story submissions from you guys and willing to talk about them. I’m also able to talk about Anonymous stories from you guys. So I’m going to introduce myself.

• Introduction •

My name is Dosie/Rin/Raiden

I’m a female

My pronouns are She/Her • They/Them

I’m a minor

My favorite color is purple

I’m Pansexual 💓💛💙

I do have a another blog which is a writing blog (DosieDelMecna)

I like topics, more like True crime, Horror stories, Creepypasta, Anime, and Gacha.

I do draw, sing, and dance

I like cosplaying! (My favorite character I wish I could cosplay is Raiden Shougun from genshin impact

I like Fandoms the Outsiders, Creepypasta, DDLC (Doki Doki literature Club), Genshin impact, Glitter force (my mentallys still a kid lol)

• Daily Status on Tumblr •

Im on tumble every once in a while. Im usually on it when im bored or just- Straight up on my Bullsh!t.

Im planning to upload two times a week, (meaning Saturdays or Sundays; due to school)

• What I’ll allow •

Some spooky stories

Anything from Explainable to Unexplainable things

Deep drawings to help me visualize

any s3xual assault, Guresome cases (I’ll put a warning like most people do before you guys read it and make it warning before you guys actually see the post

• What I’m not allowing •

Any HIGHLY disturbing stories (Any shoving sh!t up into someone’s private part, no no… etc)

Any threats to me, family or friends

Any HIGHLY Disturbing drawings (as mentioned in the Disturbing stories part)

• Overall •

I am accepting requests, I may not make a post that quickly because of my home life.

IM STILL A MINOR

I’m really happy to start this Blog with you all.

See you guys an another time… Goodbye and we will never know what’s ahead of us.

#scary stories #literature #introduction #journal #poetry #convince us that we do not want christmas at all. they tell us that scary dad is santa claus. they tell us that rex the doberman is actuall #scarycore #halloween #how to

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dameronology · 3 years

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to all the pilots i've loved before {poe dameron} - 4/4

part 4: lovers in a past life

summary: you’re in love with poe dameron. it’s both the most complicated and most simple thing in the galaxy - and it’s all shoved into a shoe-box under your bed, in the form of a thousand love letters. here’s to hoping he never finds them. (series masterlist)

warnings: language

this is a re-upload bc tumblr was being a lil bitch and this wasn't show up in the tags >:(

- jazz

There had been a lot of times where Poe Dameron had wished he could turn back time. The first time was when he was seven years old - there had been an incident with his mother’s X-Wing and he still cringed to this very day whenever he thought about it. Then there had been the time he’d meant to order a glass of pinot grigio, and mispronounced the first word to something much more...inappropriate. All of those things he’d managed to come back from. But this? Well.

The last few days had felt like a weird fucking pipe dream. With you disappearing and then coming back, and the letters. Oh, the letters. That was a whole thing in itself. It had fogged his brain up and completely destroyed his ability to think straight. Poe could barely differentiate yesterday from the day before, or the day before that, or really any day since it had all happened. Which was strange, because this was everything he’d wanted in his whole damn life, but when he saw the look on your face? The way your eyes widened at the revelation he himself was still processing? It felt as though time stood still around him.

Scrap that. Time hadn’t just stood still. It had fallen out of the sky and hit him on the head.

That moment quickly became a competition of who could stay silent the longest. You were standing across the room from him, hands trembling and eyes desperately scanning the page, even though you were more than familiar with the letters. The scrawled words became a little bleary as your eyes filled with tears- fuck. Why were you crying? Was it panic, or embarrassment?

“Where did you find these?” your voice wavered.

“It was an accident, I swear-”

“- Poe,” you cut him off. “Just...answer the fucking question, please. Where did you find these?”

“It was Leia,” Poe said. He could feel his words on the edges of his lips, ready to tumble but not quite there - then he caught your wide, watery eyes, and they began to fall. No filter, no thought, no rationale. Just everything he needed to say.

He took a deep breath and continued.

“Leia sent me to your room to find your back-up plans after you went MIA. I’ll admit I looked a little deeper than I might have any other time because it’s you and...,” he began. “I was desperate, okay? I kinda tore the place apart, because I needed to find those stupid plans. They were the only hope I had at finding you.”

“Poe,” you murmured. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?”

“Yeah,” his words sounded a little venomous - not at you, just at the mere thought of what you were proposing. “I’ve lost so much. So much. I felt like my heart had been ripped out when I found out you’d gone from the radar, and then I found the letters and realised that you loved me and it only got worse.”

Your hands flew up to your face in horror. “Worse?!”

“Shit,” he murmured. “Not worse because I don’t want you to love me - I do. I really do. More than anything.”

“You do?”

“I do,” Poe softly smiled. “It got worse because I love you too and I didn’t think about telling you until it might have been too late.”

You took a step forward, gently taking his face in your hands. It was until then - once the dust had settled, and it finally felt like the world around you wasn’t violently spinning - that you realised how tired Poe looked. His brown eyes were etched with nights of lost sleep and shed tears; the five o’clock shadow that formed on the lower half of his chin was a testament to the spiral he’d entered. You could feel it against your tired hands, realising that now probably wasn’t the best time to tell him that he looked really hot with stubble.

“I don’t really know where to go from here,” you admitted, giving him a tearful grin. “Did you read all of them?”

“Every single one,” he admitted. “My favourite one was the 600 word rant on why I’m stupid.”

“Oh dear,” you groaned. “Yeah, that was the one I wrote after you spent that night in the bar flirting with the cute pilot from Corellia.”

“In my defense, he was very hot,” Poe reminded you. “But you know that if I knew then, what I knew now, I would never have done that right?”

“None of that matters now,” you said. “I’ve had far too many near death experiences in the last week to care about menial things like hot pilots.”

“Except this hot pilot, obviously.”

“Obviously,” you grinned back.

Another silence fell over you, but this time, it wasn’t tense - it was full of a comfortable realisation. Like a new discernment that you both knew that this was it now. You had finally been honest with each other after a ridiculously long amount of time spent dancing around the truth. Maybe it hadn’t come out in a way that either of you had expected, or even in a way that either of you wanted, but that all felt like a moot point now. The how and the why and the what didn’t matter - he loved you and you loved him. That was what counted.

Now, you’d had a lot of day-dreams about what your first kiss with Poe might have been like. You’d spent hours and hours pondering on the subject - half of that time had been you internalising the pain of realising that it might never happen. If there was one thing you’d come to learn, it was that nothing in life was ever guaranteed, no matter how much time you frustratedly spent researching manifestation techniques on your datapad.

But when Poe did finally kiss you? When he placed a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in? No day-dream could ever match that. His lips were completely different to anything you’d ever imagined, but they were also hauntingly familiar at the same time. It felt like coming home after years away - a forgotten feeling, but one you’d also recognise straight away. Maybe you’d been lovers in a past life or something. And hopefully this one, and the next one, and the one after that.

“How many letters were there?” Poe murmured against your lips. “I didn’t count.”

“Twenty seven,” you confessed. “I did count.”

“Okay,” he pulled back for a moment, hands gently resting on your shoulder. “I wrote one when you were away and I’m going to write twenty six more.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tried to fight back a smile. “They were stupid anyways, really-”

“- you went to all that effort for me,” he reminded you. “And now that we’re together - wait, we’re together right?”

“Kinda feels like it,” you reasoned.

“Okay, cool,” you could tell that he was trying to be casual about it, even though it felt like his heart might explode out his chest. “So, I guess I have 26 letters to write?”

“No, you don’t,” you groaned. “I’m done with letters. Trust me, they’ve caused enough trouble for now.”

“Like...this?”

“Exactly,” you beamed. “So much trouble.”

tags: @neverlandlibrarian @asphyzzz @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @ubri812 @taina-eny @dessinemoiunehistoire @fangirl-316 @princessxkenobi @brandyllyn @agent-catfish-kenobi @screechingnutrunaway @one-hell-of-a-disappointment

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron x gn! reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron imagines #star wars imagines #poe dameron angst #poe dameron fluff #star wars x you #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic

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lupinwriites · 2 years

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Why should I get rid of you?

Fandom: Bad and Crazy.

Rating: 13+(?!).

Warnings: Not much, if anything. Split personality disorder. Maybe some swearing. I don't mean to romanticize DID or other split personality disorders, nor do I know enough about DID or other split personality to write about it with 100% accuracy. Things I have written will be wrong and inaccurate, I am not claiming this is how it works; this is nothing more than my creative writing. I don't mean to upset anyone whatsoever.

Pairing: Ryu Su Yeol x K.

Word Count: 6390.

A/N: This story is based on the song Undone by Taylor Acano. It's a song I recently discovered and usually play when I am reading. Then out of nowhere it reminded me of Su Yeol and K. 5 days ago I finally started to write it. Getting the start right took me quite a while, but once I got into the flow of it, getting out of the house and not being able to work in this was a struggle. I hated not being able to write on this. And now it's finished... what will I do with my life?!

A few things.. this is based on a song, how I am posting this on Tumblr, is without the lyrics and in chronological order of the things happening. On Archive Of Our Own I uploaded this story twice; chapter one is how I wrote it, with song lyrics, not in chronological order because of the song lyrics, chapter 2 on AO3 is what I uploaded here.

Enjoy!

Find it on on Archive Of Our Own:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37041259/chapters/92422138

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Ryu Su Yeol watched in awe as a breathtaking man dressed in average denim jeans and a burgundy leather jacket walked passed him. The man seemed to be on a mission, his face concentrated with a small smirk on his lips, his shoulders broad and back straight, his pace quick and unbothered.

To Su Yeol the man radiated a fierce, untamed and powerful strength; like he could face anything in the world and be alright through all of it. He was jealous of the man looking like that and feeling like he was the polar opposite of this man, he wished he could be like that too.

Su Yeol contemplated trying to meet the man at a later time, maybe he should ask him for some advice and tips.

After thinking it over for a minute, he made the decision to find him later, to speak to him honestly. He would confess to the man how he’d looked to Su Yeol; cool and bad-ass; like he could handle absolutely that was thrown his way and how he looked content to be seen as though, like he knew people knew he wouldn’t take your bullshit yet he’d let you try just for the sake of seeing you struggle. Beating you to a pulp with either words or fists and feet (if you deserved it, of course), when he finally had enough of making you think you were winning.

Su Yeol envied it and was amazed by it. He must let the man know. As well as tell him to never let anyone or anything extinguish his fire; he should let no one at any time take any of this away from him.

The stranger at last sprinted down the stairs, took a big jump and planted his foot onto someone’s cheek.

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When talking about the stranger dressed in the average denim jeans and burgundy leather jacket to his colleagues who Su Yeol thought must have seen him too, he is always met with the same reply; “I haven’t seen him.”. Even when describing his every move, his every action, the look on his face and pointing towards the directions he had previously seen the stranger in, and hoping they would know in which direction he took off, still he was met with the same words; “No man like that exists.”. He wasn’t sure if by that phrase they meant to say that his man in particular didn’t exists or that no one like that exists.

Su Yeol walked towards his bathroom, leaning over the sink before splashing cold water on his face. He sighed as he rested his hands on either side of the hollowed oval of the sink on the bathroom countertop. Why did no one see this man, why does no one know where to find him?! Slowly he looked up at himself, meeting his own eyes in the mirror.

“You still don’t get it?” the denim and leather clothed stranger asked him in the mirror.

“Who are you?” Su Yeol asked the stranger’s face sharply. The stranger only laughed in his face.

“Someone like you deserves to be self-assured.”

Su Yeol tipped his head sideways in confusion as the he heard these words being said. The strangers face in the mirror mirrored Su Yeol’s movement. “What did you do to me?” he asked himself, his confusion changing to anger as the stranger in the mirror kept paralleling his movements.

In a few seconds time his expression went from confusion, to anger, back to confusion, to apprehension. Then finally, it seemed to click.

His hand shot up to his face, cupping his own cheek, then his chin. Touching his lips and tracing over his eyebrows. As he felt all of these touches on his body, in the mirror he saw his hand tracing those parts of that stranger.

“Now do you see who I am?”

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Su Yeol lay in bed as he thought back about his therapy sessions. It had taken a while for the idea of this stranger being him to settle in his mind. How could that be? How did that happen? Why did it happen? What was the reason? How does it work? Su Yeol had so many questions and needed to find the answers.

“After going through a traumatic incident, people start talking nonsense and seeing things. You start to confuse the timeline, think you saw someone when you didn’t and it feels as if you’ve experienced something that you never did. That happens. You just need to get a lot of sleep and rest. Doctor’s order, okay?”

Then the session and events he had just came home from.. It had been as hectic of a day as they come.

Ryu Su Yeol had woken up from his hypnotism session to his psychiatrist sleeping with his head tilted over the backrest of his chair. He was snoring open-mouthed.

“Are you sleep?!” He had asked stunned. After waking him up with a few pats in the tight, an argument ensued.

“So, what happened during the hypnosis?” Su Yeol’d asked.

“Not much, you kept resisting.”

“Do you think I came here to sleep next to you?!”

“That’s exactly what I want to say to you!” the psychiatrist had replied.

“Why did I have a nightmare?” Su Yeol wanted to know.

“Your alter, I mean the stranger..” the psychiatrist started, “Do you know his name?”

“Was I supposed to ask his name? I have never spoken to him before.” Su Yeol had said. “’Hello, how do you do? What is your name? Oh and by the way, I have a man crush on you because you’re extraordinary in every way?’ something like that?” he was infuriated and the psychiatrists words irked him

The psychiatrist had sighed and put his arms up in defense, “Alright, please calm down. You see, alternate personalities want to be acknowledged too. You should speak to him and you need to address him by his name instead of the stranger. He is part of you.”

The conversation seemed to have gone to normal and understanding, like they’d arrived on the same page but nothing was what it seems. Suddenly Su Yeol had hit the foot-stool and jumped up. “I am stressed out to the max right now!”

Getting on Su Yeol’s eye level, the psychiatrist had cried out, “I told you that you need to calm down!”

“How can I calm down right now with this exceptional stranger in my life?!”

The psychiatrist had exclaimed in frustration, “Gosh, seriously! He is not a stranger, he is you!’ he walked towards his desk and took a bottle of medicine out. “Alright, here.” he’d said as he held out the medicine, this session had been too much for him.

Truth be told; the nickname of ‘the stranger’ had never been to discredit the stranger’s feelings or existence, because to Su Yeol, he did exist. He showed up as a fascinating stranger at first, which is where he earned his nickname. Then when no one else had even seen the man, it only made his being a stranger more concrete. He had been a stranger, but he slowly morphed into his stranger. His stranger and unknown part of himself.

Su Yeol had taken the bottle from the psychiatrist, then the psychiatrist explained, “This is strong stuff, take one at the time and we’ll see how it goes.” Su Yeol had opened the bottle and inspected the pills cynically.

“You should also learn how to control your thoughts. It’s very important. This is what I want you to do, watch me.” The psychiatrist skipped up and down in place before he connected his right pinky finger to his left thumb. He focused his gaze on the fingers where they connected and had said “He is me, I don’t need his advice on confidence and fierceness, this stranger isn’t real!”

Su Yeol looked at him as if he wasn’t the client at this moment but the psychiatrist instead.

“Do you really want me to do this?” He'd asked with a raised eyebrow, in shock yet amused at the same time.

“I’m serious right now.” The psychiatrist started, “This is what I want you to try. Let’s do it one more time.”

Su Yeol sighed and looked the other way in disbelieve. Hearing the psychiatrist’s feet hitting the floor in his skips, he looked back over and after a second, he jumped along with him.

Their fingers connected in front of their chests, right pinky finger to left thumb. “This stranger isn’t real. He is me, I don’t need his advice!” they chanted in sync.

“He is me; I don’t want to be him, I am him, this stranger isn’t real!”

After the session, thankfully leaving the psychiatrist on good and calm terms, Su Yeol had stopped for a red light and waited with his head in his hands, sighing and trying to make sense of it all. He looked at the traffic in front of him when something or someone, rather, caught his attention.

At his car’s passenger stood the stranger, smiling brightly and waving happily at him inside the car. Su Yeol looked at the scene in confusion and terror.

When the passenger had reached for the door handle to open the door, he’d found it locked. “Open the door!” he told him through the window. He’d only heard the stranger’s voice in his bathroom before, it only dawned on him now that even the tone of his voice showed his confidence.

Su Yeol, with his latest session still fresh in his mind, let his thoughts trail; “Do you know his name?” - “I have never spoken to him before.” “You should speak to him and you need to address him by his name instead of the stranger. He is part of you.”

He snapped out of it.. Speak? To this stranger? Right now? Oh no, not right now; he was too nervous and stressed, he had reached for the bottle with medicine, opened it and put one pill into he mouth. He chewed it once or twice before he swallowed it dry, all through this, the stranger was still calling for him to open the door. He connected his pinky finger and thumb and chanted, “This stranger isn’t real; he is me. I don’t need his advice!”

Having closed his eyes during his chant, he had now opened them, looked in front of him and then snapped his head towards the spot the stranger had been in. Only to find him... not there anymore.

Su Yeol’s mouth made a perfect ‘o’ in childlike wonder, his eyebrows raising up and he eyes and nose crinkled together in a grin.

It wasn’t that much later when he’d gone out to pump gas. When getting back into his car, he'd found the stranger sitting in the passenger seat. Su Yeol jumped back out exclaiming a ‘Jeez! My goodness!’ before he had even completely sat down.

“Hey.” the stranger had told him. “No, no! Don’t take that!” he’d cried out when Su Yeol was taking another pill, followed by repeating his chant again. He had opened one eye before the other as he peaked into the car; indeed the stranger had disappeared again.

Su Yeol flipped the bottle in his hand and looked at it with a smile on his face. He was in power here and it made him feel great. It made him wonder if this is what the stranger felt like all the time. The fact that this power Su Yeol was experiencing came from running away from his fear of talking to the stranger didn’t cross his mind.

When he finally arrived home, he took a quick shower before he found himself in bed, replaying these events. Su Yeol shifted in his bed, soft and small moans escaping his lips ready for sleep to take over.

He was meant to make the stranger disappear completely, at least, that’s what the psychiatrist had hinted towards, but what if he truly didn’t want to? He had only just figured out the stranger was part of himself and he didn’t want him to go, not before he’d even had the chance to properly get to know him and his motives to live his life like he was. He wanted to be able to control him better, to be able to speak to him and ask him for help when he needed him. To be able to not be scared and in awe of him all the time. He’d tried the medicine and chant once of twice and yes; it had been out of fear, but it had given him some useful knowledge; like if he needed for the stranger to not be present, he could make that happen.

Suddenly he felt the presence of another body on his own. An arm wrapped around his waist and the weight of a head on his. “Hey, you.”

Su Yeol jumped up in shock as he’d just started to dose off to sleep. In his doziness, he reached for his medicine, then after freezing he dropped the bottle, deciding this was the perfect time for that conversation. If not now, then when?

“Hey, you.” he parroted as he pointed at the stranger. “Who are you? What is your name?” he stuttered a little bit. This was his first deliberate conversation with the stranger after all.

“Me?” the stranger asked, rolling over onto his side on the bed, his hand popped up to support his head. “Why do you ask?” He added suggestively.

“Your name.. what is your name?” Su Yeol pressed.

“K.” the stranger said rather quickly, his face falling down in.. diffidence? Everything that stranger had once looked like to Su Yeol went completely out the window. Right here, right now, he looked a shy, reserved and timid introvert. The complete opposite of the confident extrovert he’d grown to be fond of. But he liked this side too, he decided; it made him more human somehow.

“Gay? I wasn’t-- I didn’t-- I’m not..” Su Yeol stuttered.

“My name is K, you silly. As in King. And I am you.”

It took quite a few minutes for Su Yeol to come back to his senses. This had been his first few shared sentences in conversation with the stranger, well, K as in King, himself. This morning he’d never thought about making conversation with him ever and when the psychiatrist told him it was a good idea to speak to him, he’d thought him to be insane and in need of therapy himself. Yet, now he’s had that first official introduction he’s glad he, after making him disappear in anxiety a few times first, finally had the guts to talk to the stranger.

A while later, they found themselves sitting cross legged on the bed, facing each other and having a honest conversation until the early hours of the morning.

“I’ve never seen someone as cool and confident as you. The broadness of your shoulders and the fact your back is always straight.. confident in your ability to face anything anyone could throw at you and be alright through the struggle of it. I am the complete opposite of you but I wish I could be like that too.”

K shot him a knowing look, one eyebrow and the same corner of his mouth pulled up in a sly smirk as to challenge him.

“I envy you, K. You amaze me. Your fire within is astounding, don’t let anyone douse your light.”

“Su Yeol, listen to me.” K started. “You are all of what you think I am. Everything you’re saying to me, say that to yourself. And believe it. I am K but I am you.”

“You should also learn how to control your thoughts. It’s very important. This is what I want you to do, watch me.” The psychiatrist skipped up and down in place before he connected his right pinky finger to his left thumb. He focused on the fingers connected and said “He is me, I don’t need his advice on confidence and fierceness, this stranger isn’t real!”

The sudden flashback stunned Su Yeol. “No!” he cried out at the words of his psychiatrist in the flashback. “He is K and I need him.” he said into the room.

Su Yeol and K were still settled on his bed, facing one another, sharing stories and feelings.

“No.” he repeated as he looked at K. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay.”

“Me?”

Not really answering K’s question, Su yeol continued; “It will only be you and I. Just the two of us.”

K, confused yet amused, looked around, then looked at him again. He pointed his finger from Su Yeol to himself. “Just the two of us?” he asked, ending and accentuating the statement in his question by holding two fingers up.

“We can trust each other.”

K looked down with that same diffidence he had shown when he’d told Su Yeol his name. He looked like the shy, reserved and timid introvert again. He giggled into his hands before he raised his eyes up to look at Su Yeol, only that made him turn away in shyness again.

More than all of that though, K looked happy and happy to be loved and love in return. Finally, K held his hand out for him to shake, a deal, an understanding, a challenge.

Su Yeol looked K in the eyes, his eyebrow was raised, his lips curled into a smile, like he was testing and challenging K. He didn’t take K’s hand just yet.

K looked back into Su Yeol’s eyes, his expression mimicking Su Yeol’s in some sort; he was testing and challenging in return. He gave a single nod, apparently providing the encouragement and final push Su Yeol needed.

Their hands met, closing their deal. The world froze around them as their hands were folded together, eyes locked, one smile igniting the other, growing bigger and bigger until they were both showing each other the biggest grins they’ve ever grinned.

Will he have to explain this to his therapist? Maybe, probably. But he will deal with that challenge when it comes. It had been a long time since he had felt this at ease and relaxed and happy, even. K was right here and he will help him every step of the way in whatever way he needs it. Because after all; He is Su Yeol’s hero, Su Yeol’s action star, Su Yeol’s K. And no one else’s.

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Whenever there was a need for Su Yeol to be confidently in charge, K found himself taking center stage, handling whatever was in front of him boldly. He often volunteered to stand up for Su Yeol, walking past him as he leaned against the door frame, turning back to give him a pat on the shoulder and tell him “I’ll take care of this quickly.”

Today however, was slightly different.

Su Yeol was on a mission and ran towards his car, only to realize he was unable to get in because the two cars next to him were parked too closely to his own car.

Still, he opened one door and tried in vain to get his butt inside. “I can’t believe this!” he exclaimed, accentuating his annoyance by hitting the roof of the car.

“Are you looking for me?” K asked as he rolled up on his motorcycle.

“Get out. Get out of the seat. Get out! Move!” Su Yeol called out, grabbing hold of his helmet and trying to pull it off. Nearly breaking K’s jaw as he tried to do so, because silly Su Yeol had forgotten about the strap holding the helmet in place.

“Take it off!” Su Yeol roared before hitting the top of the helmet twice.

“The strap, the strap!” K told Su Yeol. Then finally Su Yeol loosened the strap and took the helmet off his head before placing it on its own and taking off on his mission with K on the back.

It hadn’t been much, but to K this was Su Yeol consciously needing and utilizing the existence and presence of K, even if in this situation is was for something as small as a ride. This was a big change from K always being the one to instigate.

There had been this other instance and even though it was triggered by someone else’s words of ‘come to your senses!’, Su Yeol had placed his hand onto K’s shoulder to hold him back and get his attention as he was already set on taking care of it for Su Yeol. He confidently told K “I will take it from here.”

K had looked confused for a split second, before he smiled in pride.

Su Yeol had towered over the monster in front of him, slaying him with his harsh and accurate words. It was only when he got talked back to and down on, that he realized in some cases someone needs a serious beating.

“Shut up! You know, the one who threw a kick at you before.. that wasn’t really me.”, ignoring the ‘what?’ as an answer to that, Su Yeol continued: “But this time, it is me, you asshole.” K looked at the scene in pride.

He had noticed all these small changes and it made him feel proud at what Su Yeol was achieving. He knew for sure, that after having spoken so much and with so much passion and admiration about this stranger before, no one would ever believe Su Yeol himself was turning into that fierce bad-ass.

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Old habits die hard, Su Yeol hates that saying because it’s true.

Some days more than others, he needed K’s help, despite being fully capable himself. He still needed K in some situations, his excuses being not wanting to keep the fight from K knowing how much he liked the physical stuff, or thinking he was too scared to do so himself.

Of course, K would always try to encourage him to take it on instead, even though sometimes that stimulation wasn’t given by uplifting words or pats on the back..

Su Yeol had looked slightly lost not knowing where K was currently. Suddenly though, K walked into his vision from behind his back. “Hey you! You... “ He addressed K. “Where have you been?! I went up there alone and..” Su Yeol was pointing and gesturing at K frantically, his face clearly showing frustration.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” He interrupted.

“What?” Su Yeol’s mouth was frozen open, his eyes blown wide in shock and resentment.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” K repeated.

“Where, where?” Su Yeol wanted to know.

“Right by your side.”

Su Yeol continued to look at him, his expression never changing.

“Look at you, Su Yeol. You can handle these things pretty well on your own now.”

Su Yeol’s face showed 10 different emotions in one. Fright, disorientation, sadness. K slapped his upper arm lovingly. He eventually sighed in relief; he had never been alone, K’s had been here the whole time.

On good days, K felt him getting more confident by the hour, making him realize he really was slowly become more like that stranger he’d so envied and idolized, but sometimes still, he was shocked, lost and scared before, during and after the fact, seeking K for reassurance in those moments especially. He always knew exactly was he needed in every and all situations. Sometimes that was a helping hand in throwing punches and sometimes that was that same helping hand only now pushing him forwards on his own. Other times, it was that arm wrapped around him in a comforting hug or a word of ‘”You can do it!” or “You did great, I am proud of you!’ but his favorite times of all; a silly playdate at the playground together to blow of some steam.

These ‘bad days’, if we can call them that, were coming less frequent, where before every other day had been a bad day, these days they were few and far between. But that didn’t keep them from having fun and enjoying each other’s presence nevertheless; if anything they had those moments more often because on those good days, it was them against the world.

Today, a completely new sign of Su Yeol’s confidence and cheekiness had appeared and it reached an all time new high(or low), that had left K completely speechless. They didn't like visiting the psychiatrist and they didn't really anymore, but they weren't here for a session today; they needed the psychiatrist's help.

“Hey! Put that down!” he had yelled, startling K. In his initial confusion, K had looked behind him to see if there had been someone there that Su Yeol had been addressing but no, he was addressing K who had only been quietly standing there for support, observing the scene.

“No, don’t! Put that down at once! If you hit him with it, he will die!”

It had completely caught K off guard, he had never been this confused in his life. K lifted his empty hands up, he wasn’t holding anything and he definitely didn’t plan on hitting anyone, had Su Yeol gone crazy?

“Su Yeol, have you lost your mind?”

“Hey, I said don’t do it. Calm down.” He ignored K’s question.

He addressed the therapist, “You know what he’s like when he loses it..”

The therapist was just as confused and stared for a second. “I’m telling you, he’s dead serious right now.” Su Yeol said. Turning back to K, he continued, “Hey, no! Don’t.. don’t.”

K had never in his life been this confused and stunned. Even offended. The stranger who had radiated that fierce, untamed and powerful strength; like he could face anything in the world and be alright through all of it, that cool bad-ass, the one who knew people knew that he knew that you knew he wouldn’t take your bullshit yet he’d let you try just for the sake of seeing you struggle only to break you down when he finally had enough of making you think you were winning, that very same guy had just been made to feel the smallest person in the world and the very reason for it was none other that Ryu Su Yeol himself.

Gosh, he would have had a hard time admiring this stunt in that exact moment, but hours later he had bought Su Yeol a cake to celebrate this absurdly bold move and congratulate him on having the courage. They’d have a good laugh about this for years to come.

Some would have considered Su Yeol’s action manipulation and maybe that was exactly what it was but in a eat-or-be-eaten world you need to stand your ground and take care of yourself and what you believe is right because others won’t do it for you. If people don’t listen to what you have to say and what you’re pleading for, then you need to make them listen and take you seriously instead. Even if that means throwing your own split personality under the bus.

Su Yeol will admit this wasn’t the moment in his life he was the most proud of but when you can rely on yourself and your ability to get shit done for more than one hundred percent, there is nothing to fear or doubt. Not even whether you could win the fight.

“No man like that exists.” K couldn’t help but laugh when the quote resurfaced in his subconsciousness. Did they really not believe K existed or that a man like him could exist? He does, he would, he is right here. Su Yeol is right here.

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Su Yeol and K took their time in getting to know each other, in the meantime also slowly getting used to on another. Sometimes they would sit in bed talking until the sun rose again. Other times learning about each other's triggers or small joys in life happened accidentally because a person or situation they came across that sparked something (good or bad) inside them, they always talked, supported and comforted each other afterwards. Even sometimes teasing the other, if they thought that would fit the situation, yet there were times when it hadn’t been appropriate at all and in that case, they apologized and learned something new again.

Of course they’ve had their ups and downs along the way, as was to be expected.

Occasionally K would piss Su Yeol off, like that time idiot K had more attention for a cat than for helping Su Yeol, he did however find time to boss Su Yeol around, never stopping with giving the cat pets and kisses. Or the time where K had kidnapped him onto the back of his motorcycle and managed to drive through indoor malls and around busy highways. Su Yeol had screamed and shouted and saw he life flash by before his eyes. Especially so when K had lifted his front wheel in a wheelie, making him get that much closer to the concrete street below them. Of course K never listened to his sobs of “Stop!” and “Watch out!”, how he survived this kidnapping is still a mystery to him. And that time K’d shown up to a fight one sprint for his life, one shove, one punch to the gut and grocery store shelf crush too late. Why did K need to do his workout when Su Yeol was trying to work if he was just gonna show up late anyway?

K’s own favorite memory of annoying and pissing Su Yeol off was when they were hiding in the back of a van. It had been hot and their bodies were pushed together in a small space, they were exhausted and got bored of the situation real quick. K’s everything had pissed Su Yeol off that day, from leaning on him, to breathing, to taking his jeans off because he was hot, to drinking water (an entire bottle of it indeed, in hindsight, that might been a bit overkill..), to looking down over his shoulder as he was peeing making a comment about him being an adult. K’s entire existence had been too much for Su Yeol that day. And K enjoyed every second of it. It was at those times that Su Yeol had questioned his decision to want to keep K around.

Similarly, Su Yeol could make K’s blood boil with frustration, like when he managed to neglect a task at work what K thought could bring people in danger. Or when Su Yeol thought he could keep secrets from K; he should know better, sooner rather than later K would find out, making him jump his back as he pulled him into a headlock, even when choking Su Yeol would try to continue his lies. And that time Su Yeol was stubbornly set on finding out about his past, the past that was hidden in K’s half of Su Yeol. K was there for a reason.

Most of all it would have been Su Yeol’s talking rudely to the woman in his life that earned him slaps to the back of the head from K. Because K was a lot of things, but he wasn’t rude to women. Or elderly people and kids for that matter.

They had gotten into physical fights together a lot, too. The reasons differed from K being pissed at Su Yeol, or vice versa or just because they pleased to and the fights had more pros that you’d think. The biggest being fight practice where Su Yeol would get a chance to work on his technique, learn how to place a punch or kick best while at the same time learning how to take it. It also meant they could get their feelings and emotions out without having to speak about them. Throwing and taking a punch to the cheek or gut and even rolling around on the ground or being shoved into a wall while dodging punches and kicks in the meantime was sometimes more relaxing than opening your heart and being vulnerable.

They enjoyed fighting together as much as they loved to talk, ride on a bicycle or being on a seesaw. They found out that their (mostly) daily run had become more enjoyable too, for one of them, at least, with one of them usually irking the other to make them chase them. It turned out to be a good and effective way to get their exercise in.

Everything they did was part of their bonding as well as their bond, it was their way to show the other they liked and appreciated each other.

Su Yeol and K only needed one look to know what the other needed or wanted. They were both able to give the other encouragement or support, a word or action they desired, at whatever time they needed it, often not even having to ask or mention what the reason was because of course they already knew.

It was when they cuddled in a very manly manner in bed at night when they had looked back on everything that happened to them. Su Yeol was on his back with his arms folded on his chest, K next to him slightly on his side with one arm placed on his shoulder.

“I was so mesmerized by you when I first saw you. You seemed to be everything that I was not.” Su Yeol confessed. “Did I ever tell you how confused I was when I looked in the mirror and touched my face? I felt my touch yet saw myself touching your face in the mirror.”

After a while he continued. “I was scared to talk to you at first, you know. That’s why I took the pills those times.” he tilted his head to look at K’s face. He eyes were focused on Su Yeol’s lips as the words left his mouth. “We’ve had some fun times while we tried to figure out and make sense of how to be two in one, didn’t we?” he asked, yet didn’t wait for a reply. “We used to go from Su Yeol to K, back to Su Yeol back to K a lot. I counted once, we switched 25 times that day. “ K was immersed in Su Yeol’s voice and memories. Su Yeol exclaimed, “Gha, and all those therapy session to try and get rid of you.. I’m glad we stopped therapy. You’re here for a reason, why should I get rid of you?”

They lay in silence for a long while, before Su Yeol broke it. “Out of all out moments together, when was the most fucked up moment?”

K’s head shot up to look up at Su Yeol. “When was it?” when he didn’t reply in an instant he nudged his shoulder. “When? Tell me.”

“The fire.”

K winced at the memory. “It was burning hot.” he mumbled under his breath.

“Jumping out the window.” K cringed and whimpered as he relived the fall.

“That time at the psychiatrist where I used your existence to get stuff done.” K’s face mimicked the expression he had had at the time, utter confusion mixed with shock and offense. Su Yeol looked over, “I’m still sorry about that.”

Su Yeol’s suddenly face broke into a smile as he put up a finger as another memory just came to mind. “Ahhh.. and getting beaten up by you all the time.”

Su Yeol whined at the memories this time while K burst into laughter as he slapped Su Yeol's shoulder repeatedly. Quickly his whines turned into laughter too. “My gosh, yes. I beat you up every chance I had.” K replied with a chuckle.

His smile dropped before he looked back up at Su Yeol. “Why are you reminiscing about our memories?”

“Because whenever I think about those moments..” Su Yeol started, “I feel like I can do anything.”

Neither of them could remember when the last moment was where it had only been Ryu Yu Seol, the last moment where K hadn’t been present 24/7. In the beginning it had been Su Yeol or K, now it is Su Yeol and K. To them, at least. One body, two minds. Yet those two minds morphed into one overtime. It was like having a twin inside his head, somehow. Day in day out; they worked together like an oiled machine. They needed one look and within a second they’d get to kicking, punching and body slamming whoever it was that needed a beating. Their favorite trick had became grabbing hold of the belt-loops on either side of some hips, before lifting the body up and chucking it over their shoulder. Fighting for them had turned into a choreographed dance.

It was never K solving things for Su Yeol, or Su Yeol taking advantage of K’s strength anymore. It was them; alongside each other, working together instead of one at the time. Su Yeol and K against the world through chaos as it swirls.

K never roamed more than 10 meters away from Su Yeol, just like he never wandered too far from K.

They found their comfort in each other and knowing the other was always there through whatever the universe threw at them. Often they had cried, laughed and brainstormed together, always being there for one another. They teased each other, they annoyed each other, they liked each other and loved each other. They beat people up together, played tricks on each other, rode bikes, fought, visited playgrounds..

When they lay together in bed half cuddled up; Su Yeol on his back with his arms folded on his chest, K next to him slightly on his side with one arm placed on his shoulder. Time stood still as they laughed.

He is Su Yeol’s K. No one else’s. And he liked him.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

A/N: *exhale*

I hope this made sense and wasn't too chaotic and/or lame or just plain too much of everything.

Please let me know what you think; any and all feedback is welcome!

If there's a prompt or idea in your head that you'd like to see written(Gong Yoo and/or Lee Dong Wook characters related), feel free to message or comment! If it tingles my imagination I will see what I can do!

I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you for your time.

#Bad and Crazy fanfiction #Ryu Su Yeol x K #Ryu Su Yeol #K

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nissakii · 3 years

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Wedding Deal - Chapter 01 [Iwaizumi x Reader]

This is the story of how I traded freedom by becoming his fake wife”

– Y/N

Tip: If you are using Chrome there is a little add-on called InteractiveFics with that the story is much more vivid since Y/N will be replaced with the name you type in. Give it a try you won’t regret it~

Also if you want to read the stories early, they appear much earlier on our blog: nissakii.com, for those of you who like to read ahead since we don't upload on tumblr the exact time of the release.

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If there was one thing I hated the most, it was those banquets they held and princesses of each province having to attend. Even the ones that weren't supposed to become heirs or weren't of any importance like me.

I am the 3rd daughter and therefore I wasn’t necessarily needed at this event, yet the only comfort I had were one girl to my left and other to my right as both of them unlike me who was watched by my mother strictly, stretched out their legs in a very unlady-like way while one of them chewed curiously on one cupcake that seemed to be from another province.

"Do you guys get privileged food like that, oh wow I never saw something like that!", the one almost two years older than me said while taking another bite and leaning back before stretching straight and being reminded that this was an official meeting as she nudged her cousin to do the same.

"Hiyori, sit straight, and don't glare, you know our family will scold us if they take any photos!", Chiaki said while adjusting her dress that slipped away a bit on her chest and legs.

"So what? I don't care. We are not even royals or nobles unlike Y/N whose mother is going to devour her if she doesn't sit like a jerk- '', she was cut off.

"No cussing!", Chiaki shoved the weird cupcake into Hiyori's mouth and adjusted her dress in her stead.

I sighed deeply, "how many times do I have to tell you guys, I am just a princess by name, I am not important. Also Chiaki sometimes you behave more like a princess than I do, don't talk yourself down", and I regretted immediately saying that as she had that smile on her face while her eyes wanted to wring my neck.

"Ah must be nice to be a royal saying such things huh? Unlike us pebbles who were invited by your generosity", some men were staring at us and I felt uncomfortable.

"Yeah, nice to be a rich kid, huh. If I were you I would have bought all these shoes, girl and left them in debt. Wait you are a pebble, I am not one", Hiyori wiped her face and stared at her shoes, "I gotta get some new ones though."

"You got some this week", her cousin still smiled and even the men probably felt her annoyed vein popping from that mischievous grin.

"And?", was the cue that pulled the last string before I caught Chiaki in my arms in order to avoid her from choking her own cousin.

"Y/N let go", she muttered and despite that I sometimes feared her, this time it felt like I was holding a child, thank goodness I was sitting in the midst.

"Okay, Timeout prince number five just entered. Guess he is late", Hiyori pointed at a man with spiky hair, clothes in a navy blue suit with gold accents, black gloves and shoes as his gaze swept around the room before I felt Chiaki shift in my arms making herself comfy on me instead of backing off as she and her cousin analysed the guy.

"Who is he?", the one in my arms asked and Hiyori was much quicker than me answering.

"He is from the province of Aoba Johsai, 2nd Prince Iwaizumi Hajime. Despite that he hates events like this everyone needs to attend them. I heard the first prince already arrived too. But Johsai is really far away. Heard he came to find a suitor on his mother's behalf but shoved off marrying for years now", both of us stared at her and she shrugged.

"Okay I am the rich kid but how-"

"I got my ressources girl", she winked and stuck out her tongue as Chiaki shoved in a snack for her to eat casually.

"Our parents will kill us", Chiaki muttered and I nodded as Hiyori shrugged.

"I already had to attend the other event so I can roam around", but the freedom didn't last long before a tall and well-built guy blocked our guy with a stoic face and olive-colored hair he stretched out his hand like it was taught in etiquette class and asked Hiyori for a dance.

Chiaki immediately sat up like she was supposed to and we saw how Hiyori ignored the man at first.

"Lady, I may have not asked in a proper way but I want to take your next dance", the already deep voice of prince Ushijima had a slightly rough and strained undertone.

"Fine", she said after letting him stand for some minutes and took his hand as she whispered, "he thinks I am a lady pfft guess he doesn't know I am a commoner girl, let me teach that rich boy a lesson."

"And there she goes", Chiaki muttered and sighed worried about her cousin, "I guess she will be the one who gets a lesson, she got Ushijima of all people."

"What are you gonna do if they find out you are not royalty?", I asked not having thought this through when I invited them, my mother doesn't know that I befriended commoners yet she didn't ask for their rank this time.

"I guess I will ditch Hiyori and scram. The food is weird anyways and the people are super stiff, like look at that brunette guy he looks like he would kill someone in this room any time soon", she laughed.

"So you are a commoner", another deep voice let my heart drop to my feet and my guts twist as I held my breath, I didn't look up but a shadow was looming over us before I saw black shoes in front of me.

As my gaze wandered from the navy blue suit to a pair of olive-eyes my hands started sweating and I couldn't bring out a word as I saw the 2nd prince of Aoba Johsai leaning down right in front of me.

"W-Who?", I could only bring out and look away.

"Not you, I know you from other events, Princess Y/N but", his eyes wandered to the girl next to me as he fixed her and she smiled widely, if anyone else looked at her you would think she was not having a single problem.

"Me?", she asked in a friendly tone, one leg over the other.

"Yes. The one who called the first prince stiff and a murder", his gaze turned into a slight glare before I acted out of fear standing up and taking his arm as he looked at me surprised.

"M-May I dance with you Prince Hajime?", I stuttered my face red yet I feared if Chiaki was caught being a commoner and badmouthing the first prince that she wouldn't be simply lectured, no, worse....

"W-Wait, but-" as we turned around she was gone and the last thing I saw was that someone followed her into the crowd and I wanted to do the same before I felt a strong grip on my hand.

"Didn't you want to dance?", the man with a rough voice and the olive-eyes fixed on me didn't let go.

"U-Uhm-"

"Or did you want to trick me into one to shield your friend?", he tilted his head with slight disappointment on his face.

Okay Y/N... you have to keep calm, one dance it takes one dance and a bit of social distraction for him to let it go…

I tried to smile a bit concerned and nodded.

"I wanted to dance with you, yet I was afraid you would deny my wish since I asked you... it's against etiquette rules to ask the man to dance so-", he scratched his head with his other hand while not letting go of me.

"Well, if you wanted to dance, I don't see a problem nor would I tell anyone about something as strict as etiquette rules. I ever wondered if women actually liked to get asked out for a dance...", he muttered a slight shade of rose on his cheek while he stared intently.

I was also flustered by his honest answer.

"I-uh... I guess it is nice sometimes...but it feels also... unfair...", my gaze wandered to my mother who glared at me and signed for me to grasp myself and not slouch which I did.

"Even you", his eyes followed mine to my mother,"I guess we should make this a good one, and enjoy it while we can", he understood immediately and as he looked back there was a slight grin on his face.

"Just to tell you I am not much of a dancer unlike what rumors say about Hajime Iwaizumi", he muttered.

I laughed a bit and positioned myself as he held out his hand, "I guess it makes it much easier for me to easen up then."

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moriaen · 2 years

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wish you could upload pdfs straight to tumblr i dont want to have to bother with google drive

#downloaded some arthurian pdfs it's just bits of the vulgate cycle idk give me a shout if you want it #vicky.txt

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eye-raq · 4 years

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Ember.

Chapter One.

This is an old series that I haven’t touched in forever, probably almost a year now. Since my Wattpad got deleted, the chapters that I had linked there from Tumblr was also deleted. I’m glad that I uploaded to a03 with some chapters so am gonna post the chapters here for those who want to read it again or for first time readers. Enjoy!

Hi. It’s me, Ember. Glad you could join me tonight.

She moaned softly, audio on his Mac Book giving her voice the perfect mixture of allure and innocence. The only light that ignited the space between him was the computer and the little desk lamp that occupied his workspace. The clock read approximately 10:00 PM---right on cue like it had been for the past month now. He sat relaxed on his black leather swivel desk chair, legs spread and dark green sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His dark brown eyes covered in his gold-rimmed specs scanned the computer screen, watching her shadow dance across her walls lit by candlelight. Her bedroom was her main source, and the camera aimed straight ahead overlooking a bed that was covered in gold silk, steps on either side leading up to the mattress like royalty, and a large headboard behind it littered with many candles. He waited with little patience, fingertips grazing the keyboard. His chest heaved when he saw her cocoa colored legs come into view, draped in a black silk robe. She giggled, most likely from the many viewers that were tuning in to watch her put in work. Erik scanned her background, eyes falling on the different movie posters that covered her walls and used easels that were lined up against the lower walls. He guessed briefly that she must be an artist, deciding to store that thought in his long-term memory. Miss Ember focused the camera towards the bed more, before laying her curvy body in the middle of the mattress, black silk robe halfway open and nipples hard pressing against the fabric.

she giggled lightly, “I see we have some eager viewers tonight.” She rubbed her pillowy thighs together slow, red painted toenails curling among each other.

“So, what do you wanna see tonight you greedy men.”

Her lips were painted in glitter tonight and her curly hair lay messily over her shoulders. Erik rubbed at his lower abs slow, mind wondering how her eyes looked since she decided to keep them out of view. Her nose had a small hoop ring in it, and her ears were covered in them too. She had the most beautifully crafted natural body he had ever seen, her curves whining and grinding in the camera purposely. She picked up her favorite purple rhinestone wand, rubbing her hands over it slow, “You wanna see me warm up a bit Daddy?”

She spread her legs, slipping the wand along her slit slow, teasing him. She didn’t give too much away which had Erik damn near screaming in his chest. Come on, baby, stop teasing daddy, He whispered low, legs swinging because of his growing erection.

“Daddy needs to be patient” She whispered as if she were talking directly to him.

She shuffled on her mattress, picking up her phone, sliding through. In the background, a sensual instrumental played out and her teeth grazed her bottom lips lightly. She took no time to remove her robe, her black lace lingerie set coming into view. Damn, Erik spoke low, digging his thumb into the waistband of his sweats. She hummed in a melodic tone, and it sounded almost princess-like as she lay on her belly, her ass facing the camera wiggling it slowly.

“Daddy, make sure you keep your eyes on this thick ass, okay?” She arched her back into the view of the camera, the material sinking in between her cheeks. “Does my daddy like what he sees?” She took her red painted nails, running it along her pussy from behind.

Daddy likes alright. Erik lifted his hips from the chair, lowering his sweats and briefs taking no time to pull out his throbbing dick, gripping it firmly. He stroked it slowly, feeling his limbs twitch after every stroke.The chimes from the many notifications she was receiving rang out multiple times. She twerked her ass in the camera, turning her head a little towards the screen her eyes still shielded. She had a cute gold chain around her neck that hung loosely in between her lips, her tongue grazing it seductively. She paused, thumbing her panties to the side causing one of her shiny lips to peak out like a blooming flower pedal. Erik groaned deep, gripping his full bottom lip with his teeth hard.

“Oh Daddy..”

she lowered the rest of her panties slow, finally letting the fabric rest at the crease behind her knees. That pussy. Erik was always at a loss when he saw it. How she managed to swallow the thick toys she possessed was astounding. It was of a reddish pink color, her lips like milk chocolate that hugged her clit so perfectly. Her inner lips rested against her insides like two half’s of a rose and the shine of it reflected off of her camera. Erik’s mouth watered, and he tried to slow his motions around his dick but it was really fucking hard when Ember looked the way she did.

“Daddy I’m so fucking wet already and I didn’t even do nothing yet.”

She reached up to stroke her lips, drawing her fingers back with separation, the slimy wetness sticking to them like glue. She brought her fingers to her glittery lips, sucking each finger so rough you could hear the suction through the speakers. So fucking nasty. How does that pussy taste huh baby? Erik ran his free hand along his solid chest, eyes never blinking, focusing on her motion without so much as a flicker. She sat up on her knees, her plump ass twerking slow, face shielded by her wild mane, her hands digging into the silk. She turned towards the camera slow, her lips and round button nose in view, tongue scraping across her glitter lips.

“So fucking good daddy, I wish you were here…why’d you leave me huh?” She reached under her, fingers grazing her clit causing her to hiss low, “why’d you leave me behind to take care of myself?”

Daddy wishes he was there lovely…I sware I do.

Erik jerked his stiff dick quick, causing his limbs to rise and shake, before slowing down again running his thumb over his swollen head, pre-cum gliding over the pad of his thumb.

Fuckkkk girl..

Erik lifted his glasses up the bridge of his nose, head leaning to the side in awe, eyes trying to read her from a different angle. She laid her body down slow, turning so that her pussy was in view. Her head tilted to the side on her mattress, full face finally coming into view of the camera causing chimes to ring out, which caused Erik to even hit the like button a couple of times in succession. She had a lace masquerade mask on, with cat ears, and Erik squinted his eyes to try and catch the full frame of her, but she timidly tilted her chin into the crook of her neck, making it a little harder to see. Her fingers were deep in her pussy now, damn near digging over her g spot. The noise of her motions filled the room so loud it made Erik pause his strokes just to admire her. He leaned into the computer, eyes glued to her fingers digging into her sweet cavern, legs spread wide and toes curled. If it was possible to get a taste from licking the screen he would, and his tongue was damn near soaked from the thought of it. “Oooo,” her innocent sounding voice moaned out as she thumbed her clit along with stroking her entrance, head turning from the camera lost in her motions.

“Daddy taste me..” she was whispering low now lost in her actions.

“Daddy punish me..” Erik’s hand was back to his dick now, no care at all that he stroked it quick.

“Daddy fuck me…please” She damn near begged as if he were in that room, and Erik couldn’t take it.

He wanted so bad to bury his dick all the way to her cervix. He just wanted to keep it there and fall asleep with it there, and whenever she moved, he would pump her fast and quick making her cum and cum until she couldn’t give him any more rain; until she was drained.

I love how you want daddy to punish you…

He was breathless now, air leaving his nose quick, his free hand gripping the edge of the desk tight. He jerked his hips to match her fingers pumping quick, her body leaning to one side, suspended in the air, fingers digging and her palm smacking against her pussy.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Erik knew she was close. He could tell by the way her fingers shook, and the way her pretty chubby toes curled every which way in a frenzy. Her heavy chest heaved and she began to wheeze. Erik leaned back in the chair, jerking like crazy, his legs spread wide and his free hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. He lowered his head, eyes squeezed and his mouth agape in shock. He was about to have a big nut, and all of this was because of her.

“Ahh, Daddy. Daddy. Daddyyy!”

She clenched her lingers, crying out. Her liquid poured from her, and like a greedy person, she was rubbing her clit still, causing small bursts to escape her. Erik soon after felt that familiar tug, leaning back in the chair wildly before releasing his seed all over his Lower belly. He shook as he was coming down from his high, lifting his hand to wipe it on his pubic hair. He leaned his head back, eyes falling on her as she placed her fingers in her mouth. She sucked them deep to the point where she was making herself gag, and clearly, the viewers couldn’t get enough of that.

That pussy is fire girl.

Erik sat up in his chair, watching her lift to her knees, her heavy breasts damn near looking at him, her hands brushing her hair from her shoulders. She giggled, her smile wide with these cute little dimples on the sides of her mouth.

“thank you, I do it for you Daddy,” she responded to her viewers the way she knew they liked but it only made Erik feel possessive.

She reached over to pick up her favorite dildo, the one Erik had to admit reminded him of his dick. Maybe it was from the fantasy of wanting to ram his dick in her that made him comparing his dick to the toy, but either way, he rather imagined it that way. He could feel his dick twitching against his thigh, clearly ready for round two and he patiently waited, taking his sticky fingers typing out a message for her to see.

TheGoldenJaguar: Daddy really enjoyed your little show but he’s not finished with you yet 😈

Erik sat back, tongue poking out to grazing the side of his lower lip. Ember gripped her dildo at its base, wrapping her fingers around the balls. She tongued the tip in slow circles, lace covered eyes wide and innocent in the camera. She wrapped her lips around the tip, moaning from the contact while her head bobbed in a circular motion. She popped her mouth off of the toy, spitting a generous amount on it to make it wet.

“When I say I love sucking your dick daddy,” she giggled, biting her lips before sinking further onto the thick toy, her jaws sinking and her eyes never leaving the screen.

Erik damn near lost it. She sucked it that well that it almost felt like she was taking his soul. It almost felt like she was aiming to suck him dry and leave him hungry and weak. He kept his eyes on her like he was staring down at her through his dreads, hands stroking her hair, gripping it tightly, instructing her to keep those pretty doe eyes on him. His thumb grazed his lower lip in concentration, eyes low and hungry.

“Clearly my mouth needs to be filled.”

Ember lowered her mouth onto the dick, burying it to her throat. She kept it there, coughing a little as she sucked lower. Erik grunted, wrapping his arms around his head as he watched her suck that toy like it was running away from her. Spit seeped from her mouth and trailed down the middle of her chest, gagging on the toy with no complaint.

You better suck that fucking dick girl.

Erik jerked his leg to calm himself from gripping his dick. He shook his head in awe as she twirled her tongue around the toy, finally releasing it from her mouth, a trail of spit leaving her plump mouth.

“Did daddy like that?”

Fuck Yes.

“Mmm, Daddy, my pussy is dripping from this dick.”

Ember laid back on the bed, gripping her wand in her hand letting the dildo sit against her wet pussy. She turned on the vibrator, increasing the speed of it. Erik’s hand wasn’t the slightest tired as he jerked again, eyebrows knitted together from just the sight of her alone. He had to have this girl. One way or another he had to have her. She spread her legs wide, leaning them back further with her arms, her head lifting to get a view of the camera. She flicked her tongue over her upper lip, her brown eyes zeroing in on him. He stared back, bringing his hand to cup his balls squeezing them lightly. She took her fingers and spread her lips, her swollen clit poking out like a present. Erik wanted to suck on it so fucking bad, he had to bite his palm to control his tongue. He imagined her writhing and pleading beneath him, his arms holding her in place as he sucked her clit repeatedly, letting her cum into his mouth. He knew her cum had to taste like sweet nectar, and the skin of her inner folds feel like satin against his tongue. Shit, I just want you to sit on my face baby girl..suffocate me.

She rested the wand on her clit gently, her eyes instantly fluttering as if she was possessed, body jerking.

“Daddy, my clit..” she bit at her lip tight, elbows pressing into her legs to keep them apart. She was gonna take all of it, and she was gonna make sure he got the show of his life.

“Daddy, it’s vibrating right on my clit..” she was at a loss, her mouth parted and her eyes fighting to stay focused on the screen

“Daddy, get in me please…” she gripped the dildo with her other hand, bringing it to her entrance letting it slide into her slowly. She froze, her throat going tight and her toes pointing up towards the ceiling.

Daddy got you, baby, I promise I got you. Ima take care of that pussy. Don’t worry princess…

Erik reclined back against his chair, sweaty body sticking to the leather. He kicked off the rest of his sweatpants, legs finally free as he jerked madly. He couldn’t take the feel of the hot leather anymore so he decided to stand, dick pointed at the computer screen almost aiming at her entrance.

Stroke that nasty pussy… that’s it… fuck that shit up girl I’m not playing witchu.

She stroked her pussy and held the wand over her clit, making herself a thriving quivering mess. She was moaning louder now, damn near blowing out Erik’s speakers with her pleads. She shook her head at the feeling, speaking in tongues, wiggling on the bed in a frenzy. She focused her eyes on her pussy eyebrows frowned in concentration, damn near forcing the wand heavily on her clit.

“OH!”

She lifted the wand from her clit, releasing the dildo, her entrance quivering and growing tight as she stilled, head falling back.

Nah, put that shit back on your clit girl, you wanted this you gon’ finish for daddy

Erik waited, chest heaving with his dreads stuck to his sweaty forehead and his glasses fogged. She rested the wand back to her clit, crying out loud, her lower body tilting from the bed again.

“Oh, oh, shit. Omg,” she lifted it again, her head falling back on the mattress. She smacked at her pussy softly, causing her body to jerk.

“Daddy it’s so fucking strong..”

Ember lowered it slowly to her clit again, her body automatically tensing up as she dug her nails into her thighs, scraping her skin. She moved her body a little but it only made it worse causing her to cover her mouth tight, her pussy tilting to the view of the camera. she wiggled from side to side, eyes watering up underneath the lace, limbs shaking. The waterfall that followed was one to remember and Erik had to control his motion by gripping his dick tight. He let out a loud growl as her liquid soaked the silk beneath her. He threw his head back, blowing air through his cheeks in frustration. He wanted to fuck her little ass up so damn bad. He wanted to fuck her guts up, grip her neck tight, repeatedly pound her tight pussy over and over. He couldn’t take it, and he never needed a girl as bad as her.

I wanna stick my dick in this girl so fucking bad, bruh...

His back muscles flexed as he watches her body relax, that same light giggle coming back. She bit at her finger, eyes glued to the screen. The chimes and likes were off the charts and she blushed crimson from the attention causing Erik to obsess even more than he already had.

“You still got one more nut in you daddy?”

Ember gripped her dildo, getting up from the bed. She picked up her camera, aiming it towards her hardwood floor, placing the suction of the dildo there. She kneeled her thick ass over the dildo, jiggling a little before sinking down onto the toy. She hissed low, giving her ass a hard smack before bouncing on the toy like it was the real deal. Erik jerked madly again, his free hand gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned further into the computer. The air from his lungs suspended in his throat, and his eyebrows were scrunched in passion. He felt so good and he didn’t want it to end, watching her bounce on her dildo, the wetness from her pussy glistening it, working that toy like she needed it.

fuck that toy up girl DAMN.

Erik closed his eyes in concentration, his motions becoming more and more sloppy as he jerked his long dick rough. He wanted to meet his end with her like he always did, greedily accepting two orgasms from watching her. She bounced harder, her head falling and her hair shielding her face. Her ass was non-stop and the arch in her back had drizzles of sweat falling there. Erik wanted to lick her skin and pussy clean with his needy tongue and it made him want to cum even harder.

fuck… I just wanna cum.

He was moaning now, jerking his hips with his motions.

“Daddy I need you to cum for me.”

His entire being focused in on her words. “Cum for me daddy I want that shit deep in me.”

She looked back at the camera, her eyes low and lustful.

“Daddy I deserve it don’t I?”

yes you do

“I deserve to be fucked like this don’t I?”

mmmm, FUCK yes…

“What else do I deserve for being a good girl daddy?” She slammed down hard on the dick, voice rising.

You deserve to cum all over that fucking dick.

His lower belly began to tighten, and so did hers.

“I deserve to cum daddy? because I wanna cum so fucking bad.”

She lowered her body, hands spread against the floor, the strength of her hips rocking along the dildo.

“Daddy…yes… YES, DADDY. yes… its cumming”

She bit at her forearm eyebrows knitted.

shit baby Daddy cumming too…

Erik threw his head back body stiffening

FUCKKK!!!!

He jerked forward roughly, his cum flying and spilling all over the computer screen, dripping right over her ass She stilled over the dildo, face cradled in the crook of her arm, liquid, and cream dripping and pooling around her. Both Erik and Ember were still, breathing uneven and horse. Erik sat down on his chair, sinking into the leather weakly. She lifted from the floor, grabbing up her camera, and placing it back where it was.

“Well. Daddy, that was really good,” She rubbed at her sweaty skin, “We can pick up where we left off tomorrow okay?”

She blew a kiss at the camera, waving seductively before leaning forward, ending the live video. Erik sat still, eyes glued to his cum covered screen, before tilting his head back, eyes focused on the sky view of his LA home.

Fuck.

Erik spoke in barely an audible,

Does she really live in New York?

#killmongrer #killmonger smut #Erik Killmonger #black panther killmonger #nahimjustfeelingit #eye raq

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kittyprincessofcats · 3 years

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RWBY Volume 8, Episodes 8-12

All caught up with RWBY now! (Except for the premium only episode.)

So, two things first: 1. From now on, my blog will no longer be spoiler free for RWBY! I don’t have premium access, so no spoilers for that, but beyond that, I might now reblog spoilers for everything that’s been released to the public. Blacklist “#RWBY spoilers” if you don’t want to see them.

2. I was going to ask what the spoiler policy in this fandom in general is when it comes to premium access. From what I’ve seen, Youtubers usually wait a week before uploading their reaction videos, which I appreciate – but here on tumblr almost no one seems to hold back. I saw a spoiler for “Creation” before it was released publicly. The day episode 13 was released for premium access, I had to unfollow people for posting untagged spoilers for it. And when I went into a RWBY-related tag for one second, I saw a really big spoiler that put me in a very sour mood because it also happened to be very aggressively worded against fans of a certain character (basically, along the lines of “I’m glad X bad thing happened to Y character because I hate them and their fans”). So, that scared the shit out of me and I ended up looking up more specific spoilers about what exactly happened because I wouldn’t have been able to sleep otherwise. So, from what I’ve seen, this fandom’s spoiler policy is just “fuck anyone who doesn’t have premium access” 😒. Always nice to see people being so considerate.

With that said, let’s get into my thoughts on episodes 8-12. Under the cut, because unlike some people, I try to be considerate of others who might want to avoid spoilers.

- So, the Hound really was a person. Specifically, a person with silver eyes and that’s probably what happened to Summer. THANKS, I HATE IT. This is exactly what I feared it would be and what I didn’t want it to be. (I don’t want Ruby and Yang to have to fight and kill their grimm-ified mom, that’s too sad, okay?)

- I love that Whitley really came through and came up with a plan for evacuating everyone! He’s a good bean after all! And that he managed to press that button on the computer before running from the Hound? Amazing.

- Willow Schnee being one hell of a mama bear and summoning a thing to protect Whitley was epic. She was so close to breaking down before that, but then her child was in danger and she just jumped into action right away. Protective mom instincts ftw!

- Blake’s talk about how she looks up to Ruby and how she herself lost the youthful optimism Ruby still has was SO sweet! (Also, Ladybug is an underrated ship/friendship and I really don’t get why people say they never interact? Have you all just forgotten volume 1 and how Bumbleby’s first meeting happened because Yang was trying to wingman Ruby who was trying to befriend Blake??)

- Penny fighting the virus from the inside was amazing, she did so well! I also loved seeing Nora encourage her (and echo Blake’s earlier words back to her).

- Unrelated to these episodes specifically, but I tried to think about who my favourite RWBY charactes even are right now, and I find it super hard to narrow down because I love so many of them, but if I tried to somewhat narrow it down, then (in no specific order because don’t ask me to also come up with an order): all of Team RWBY (though Blake is a personal favourite), Ilia, Penny, Salem, Cinder. (But then again, I also love Winter and Qrow and Robyn and... you get it, it’s hard to narrow down. Oh, and of course Pyrrha, but... you know.)

- “Witch” was honestly my favourite episode of the bunch. That one was just so full of epic stuff. (And now I’m wondering if Salem being one of my favourite characters has anything to do with my love for witches. I used to be obsessed with witches as a kid. In every story I read that had a witch, the witch was always my favourite character.)

- Yang and her team sure found a way inside that whale fast! Also, really handy that Ren’s semblance evolved just in time for when they needed it. But hey, I don’t want to complain about convenient plot stuff too much. Sometimes the heroes are allowed to have a little bit of good luck.

- Hazel listening to Oscar and deciding to get both him AND Emerald out of there was amazing! He really does have a soft spot for kids and wasn’t kidding about not wanting more kids to die – we love to see it! I also think it makes for an interesting parallel that Hazel decided to do this right as Ironwood was sending students to fight on the front lines and Marrow was calling it out.

- I really liked Ren telling Yang she doesn’t have to hide her fear behind jokes. Ren being able to see emotions is going to bring about so many more good moments, I just know it!

- Emerald and “Hazel’s” talk with Salem gets so much better when you know “Hazel” is actually Oscar – Emerald has gotten so much better at illusions and fooled Salem herself! That’s impressive!

- It’s really practical that Ren could sense Emerald’s fear. But also, the group really didn’t have the time to discuss if Emerald was trustworthy – they needed to get out of there asap.

- The way Salem spits out the word “semblance” when she talks to Emerald shows again that she not only underestimates these “new humans” and their powers, but also considers them inferior. It’s a nice little detail how just her tone when she says that word says so much about her worldview.

- Yang straight-up running up to Salem and blowing her up was epic. It didn’t last of course, but it was still a super bold and epic move. I’ve talked before about how cool Yang is and she just keeps getting cooler.

- Yang calling Salem out was amazing and epic, too! And when she referred to Summer Rose as “my mom” that made me tear up just a bit 😢. (I really don’t like Salem’s smile when she says “her again”, though. I don’t want grimm-ified Summer, I really don’t want it, okay? keep it far away from me where I won’t have to see it.)

- I’m a bit sad about Hazel’s death, but it was a really fitting end for his character and a really cool way to go out. The way he looked at all of those kids in danger (proving again that that’s what it’s about for him), whispered “No more Gretchens” to Oscar, punched Salem in the face as she was about to hurt Emerald, injected all of those crystals into his skin (which looked epic, by the way), told Emerald to go, fought an epic fight against Salem and then grabbed her and set himself and her on fire, burning her like a witch – it was epic stuff! RIP Hazel, you died as a hero and went out in an incredibly epic way!

- Hazel’s sacrifice must have been super tough on Emerald. He died protecting her (and JOYR) and it worked. She got away from Salem, but only because someone else, a friend, died for her. Not only must it be awful for her to lose Hazel, she probably also blames herself. (And, as I’ve seen others point out, it was probably the first time in her life an adult did something to protect her. Wow. Someone get this girl therapy, please.)

- The whale getting blown up was an absolutely epic moment. From the music to the cinematography, I loved everything about it. (That said, I will miss the whale. RIP coolest villain lair ever.)

- I loved Watts’ speech to Cinder – and I’m saying this as someone who became a huge fan of Cinder this volume. I love her, but I also love roasting her, and a lot of what Watts said was stuff she desperately needed to hear. I honestly didn’t even like Watts before that moment, but that speech might have made me like him just a tiny bit. The way he just laughed when she dangled him from a building, the way he spelled it out for her that her methods haven’t been working and threw her failures in her face, the ending with calling her “a bloody migraine” – Like I said, I’m a fan of Cinder, but that was glorious and cathartic and beautiful to witness. But what makes it really perfect is Cinder’s reaction: The fact that you’d expect her to kill him or at least scream at him, but instead she spares him and just sits down and cries. I really love what they’ve been doing with Cinder this volume and that they’re finally showing her as someone way deeper than just a power-hungry villain.

- In general, let me quickly talk about Cinder, because even without having seen the last two episodes I can already tell you that she’s my standout character / favourite character of the season. (It was Ilia for Volume 5, Salem for Volume 6, Penny for Volume 7 – and now it’s Cinder.) I said back in my post about Volume 5 that I wish they’d do more with her because after becoming rather interesting in Volume 4 they just went back to making her a pretty flat villain – and I officially have to eat my words and apologize to RoosterTeeth right now! This volume proved to me that they know what they’re doing with Cinder and explained so much about her. I’m sorry for ever doubting the writing. I now want to go back and rewatch the whole show while paying more attention to Cinder and I can’t wait to see where her arc goes from here (yes, I want an eventual redemption, and what about it?). This volume is obviously setting up something big for her – I just have no idea what it is. And at the end of the day, she’s still the Maiden of Choice. She’s the key to the Beacon relic, and that’s going to become important eventually.

- Oh, and can I mention, just by the way, that I think Cinder looks amazing? I don’t understand all the people who say they miss her red outfits when this is clearly her best look yet. The black eyepatch, the cape, the earrings, the short hair, the high boots, the shorts instead of a dress, all the black – this is her absolute best look, period.

- I’ve also noticed that the scene between her and Watts is the first time Cinder has referred to Penny by name. She’s always referred to her with phrases like “some toy” or “Polendina’s creation” before, but this time she just called her “Penny Polendina”, then “Penny” again, and asked Watts how she’s supposed to take Penny’s power “if she’s dead” (not “destroyed”, which is what Watts said, but “dead” – something you say about a person, not a machine). I think somewhere down the line, Cinder has started to see Penny as a person and respect her as the Winter Maiden. Maybe it’s because of how Penny won the fight at Amity, or maybe (though this might be wishful thinking on my part) it’s because Penny questioned why Cinder serves Salem and showed her and Emerald mercy.

- Also, side-note: While I loved Watts’ speech, it sure is bold of him to call Cinder entitled when his own villain origin story is getting overlooked for a science project.

- Neo is an amazing little troll and I love her. From stealing the lamp and skipping along the ruins of the whale happily to those texts to Cinder, all of her moments were brilliant and hilarious.

- Some characters not just forgiving Emerald is totally fair and realistic. But, as I said before (and as Oscar also points out), they don’t have to. People think a “redemption” – or let’s just call it switching sides instead of using such a loaded term – has to include everyone’s forgiveness, but it doesn’t. If Yang and Jaune never want to personally forgive Emerald, that’s okay. They don’t need to forgive her to recognize that she’s changed and work with her. And, as Oscar and Ren point out, Emerald’s abilities would be very useful to have on their side. So, personal feelings are fine and all, but right now they don’t have the luxury to dismiss a potentially very useful ally. (And same for Oz, by the way. It’s fine if they’re still mad at him, but they also need his help.)

- Also, have I already said that I’m very happy for Emerald? Because I’m very happy for Emerald for getting out of there! (Mercury’s and then Cinder’s redemption next, please!)

- F*ck Harriet for trying to get Winter in trouble for letting JYR go. I’m hating her more every second. And then she seriously said “Who cares?” about Ironwood’s plan to nuke Mantle? She’s the most unlikable of them all.

- Everyone’s reunions were so sweet! I loved Ruby and Yang hugging 😭. And Yang cupping Blake’s cheek and their forehead touch had me all 🥰 🥰 🥰.

- After he threatened to nuke Mantle, I hope we can all agree that Ironwood is a straight-up villain now. The most infuriating part is that he didn’t even have to do anything! Whitley and Weiss had figured out a way to save everyone in Mantle and the SDC ships to evacuate people were already there. All Ironwood had to do was let them evacuate everyone to Atlas, and then Penny would have opened the vault willingly and Ironwood could have used the staff to raise Atlas as planned. Problem solved! He should have just sat there and ate his food – but he was so pissed about things not going his way (or maybe he just genuinely hates Mantle that much) that he thought sabotaging the rescue plan and threatening genocide was a better option.

- I loved Marrow’s arc in these episodes and how you could tell more and more that his conscience was making him turn against Ironwood. First he questioned Winter when she was going to nuke the whale before JOYR were back, then he seemed shocked when he thought they were dead, then he tried to talk sense into the other Ace Ops after Ironwood’s ultimatum, and then he straight-up called out Ironwood himself. That last one was dangerous though, and he was lucky Winter was quick enough to jump in and pretend to arrest him, because Ironwood was going to just shoot him in the back.

- Speaking of, I wonder how long Winter has been planning to double-cross Ironwood. How long was she already disagreeing with him, but waiting for the right moment to make a move? Either way, I’m glad she was there to save Marrow.

- The Renora confession scene was so sweet and got me a little choked up 😢. I’m glad they sorted out their issues and told each other how they feel. But like I said before, I think Nora’s arc of trying to find out who she is without Ren is really good and important and Ren respecting that was really good and important as well. It was just a very wholesome scene. Also, I like that we got a little bit more backstory for Nora (her mom abandoned her? that’s awful), and Jaune awkwardly leaving the room was hilarious.

- Robyn telling Qrow he’s a better Huntsman than Clover because he chose to do the right thing was a really important moment for Qrow, imo. (And just a side-note: I’m sure most Fair Game shippers are pretty chill – and I’m a strong believer in ‘ship and let ship’ – but a certain subset of them is starting to get on my nerves with how they ignore Clover’s canon character and story (acting like he would have rebelled against Ironwood if he were alive as if the whole reason he’s dead wasn’t precisely because he cared more about Ironwood’s orders than doing the right thing) and how they make every new plot point about their ship somehow (Oscar’s semblance? Better be a time-travel thing so Clover can come back. Staff of Creation? Better be able to bring people back from the dead so Clover can come back.) It’s so annoying.)

- Yang and Ruby’s talk about their mom was really intense. Ruby’s been holding all of these feelings in for so long, so seeing her say out loud what we’re all fearing (that Summer was turned into a Grimm) and seeing both her and Yang break down over it – that was a lot. I loved seeing Yang comfort Ruby and tell her that her plan for Amity wasn’t useless. Their sisterly bond is so sweet.

- Penny asking Ruby to kill her was another really intense moment. The look on Ruby’s face in that moment really said it all. Ruby has been through so much, has lost Penny before, so hearing that request – even though they fortunately didn’t have to go through with it – must have still been a lot for her.

- I really loved Emerald’s cute “newly reformed villain” moments. (“You guys have been getting your asses kicked… some of that my fault” & “I’m just going to be super pissed if you all finally decide to give up the moment I switch sides.”) I’ve said before (in my She-Ra posts) that my favourite part of any redemption arc is the “former enemies, now awkward around each other” stuff, so this was right up my alley!

- “The girl who fell through the world” was referenced twice now. Between that, the image of everyone falling in the opening, and the lyrics “sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall”, I’m going to predict that someone – most likely all of Team RWBY – will fall into that void and potentially end up in a different world.

- The group’s plan to defeat Ironwood, stop the bomb, and get to the vault was amazing all-around. I love the parts Emerald and Winter got to play in it, I love how we saw the plan’s execution before seeing how they came up with it and I love how everyone got to help, even the Schnees and Klein. I also love that the hole Oscar blasted through the ground of Atlas became relevant again.

- The design of the vault and the door are really nice and now I wonder what the other two are going to look like.

- Saving Penny like that was super risky, but they really were out of options. Just the fact that Ruby had to be quick enough to use her semblance and get to the staff before the virus kills Penny… jeesh, that was close.

- Ambrosius is a super fun character! I love that he looked at Penny and said “I’d love to meet whoever did this.” Also, the staff seems more useful than the lamp. The lamp only lets you ask three questions per century, while the staff can be used as often as you want – as long as you’re okay with whatever it previously created disappearing.

- I honestly still don’t completely understand what Penny is now. Is she meant to be human now? Or is she just a being made up of pure aura? How does this work? Ambrosius only created the copy that destroyed herself, so what’s left is Penny’s aura – but she somehow also has a body now? I guess we’ll find out more about what exactly this means later.

- Also, while I wasn’t sure how I feel about this decision re:Penny at first, now that I’ve thought about it for a bit, I think it works. It fits with the Pinocchio story, and I like that they didn’t phrase it as “she’s a real girl now”, but as “this is the girl who’s been in there all along”. Also, Penny saying “wow” after hugging Ruby and then going on a hugging spree was adorable.

- Watching “herself” self-terminate must have been really traumatic, though. Even if that copy was just a robot, it was still a disturbing scene.

- Who shut down communications in the middle of Jaune’s broadcast? I’m assuming it was Cinder, Watts and Neo.

- The whole dimension with the doorways that Ambrosius created looks amazing. (A while before watching this episode, I wondered if Raven could theoretically save Atlas by getting everyone to safety with her portals. It might not have been Raven, but I’m glad I was at least onto something.)

- “Do not fall.” So, about that… they’re all falling in the opening, (and we referenced “the girl who fell through the world” twice now), so I don’t have a good feeling about that. Also, Watts has been dangled from somewhere high twice now, so the third time has to be when he actually falls down.

- And Cinder is there to ruin the plan because of course she is.

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