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we could go there | a. anderson

tags: eighteen+, sexual innuendoes, mentions of sex, jealousy, ow*n, beware i'm an ow*n hater 'nd i display that hatred here, two gays in love, fem!reader, fluff city, get a snack bc this is the longest fic i've ever posted.

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Owen could not have been this fucking stupid. Practically trying to piss all over Abby as if she were something to own, some damn property to own, as if she wasn’t an actual person with feelings who could make her own decisions. The man only thought with his dick and the ugly green head growing endlessly. He only thought of what he wanted – never what she needs.

Meaning the only thought bouncing in your mind? Punching his crooked jaw.

To put it simply, Owen was not managing the breakup well by any means. It had been three months and still Owen continued to grab onto Abby like a leech. For this exact reason, you told Abby you wanted to keep whatever was happening between you away from prying eyes. Everything with Abby was still new, and you did not want to rush it. Ruin it even. Really, you wanted to stay in this small, secure bubble with her for the longest you could.

So, you kept it this way.

It was nice when it was just the two of you. Abby always likes to cook for you after a long week. Friday nights ending with her, a bottle of red on the dining room table, her cuddled up to your side. It surprised you how willing she was to be available for you each week, only missing one Friday due to a nasty cold. There were no prying eyes, no preconceived judgement – absolutely no expectations. Just you and those gorgeous blue eyes you couldn’t help but fall deeper for. With a soft familiar shine, every word she spoke dripped like pure honey all over your heart, making it brand new again.

You didn’t know what sweet was until her.

Never been more sure of it until now.

As if there was never an ache to be had, a heart broken – she seemed to seamlessly mend every broken piece of you.

You were so soft on her, and the Friday night dates only helped the cause. There wasn’t a damn thing you could do to help yourself from falling for her. Even when your knee jerk reaction is to run in the opposite direction, your feet stay glued to the ground. Kind words and services of affection gripped your heart with an iron fist and somehow, she managed not to break it.

You loved it. You were terrified. You want to run into her arms and never let go.

But of course, the man was the complication. The retched, jealous ex-boyfriend who could not imagine her being with a woman when he was right there. Owen always seemed to try and worm his way whenever he was around the two of you. Abby knew, just as well as you did, he wouldn’t be able to stomach you two together. So, she tried to keep it concealed for his sake and she wants to protect you. Owen is her loose end to tie; the last thing she wants is you in the middle of it.

Especially when things were going so well with you. Abby really had not expected to move on so fast, or at least find someone as amazing as you so soon, but you were right under her nose the whole time. She felt like an idiot for never recognizing it, but she thought better late than never, right? It’s overwhelming guilt consuming her, telling her it’s wrong to feel this happy so soon, but there’s no choice but to shove it down.

If she wants to be happy, pretend like the stress of Owen’s instigations aren’t getting to her, she needs to shove.

So, Abby shoves.

The stoic-blonde tries her best to hide what you two had from the rest of the group. Not until she dealt with her baby of an ex-boyfriend and his unresolved feelings. She just wanted to give him enough space to move on, but now it would be impossible.

She knew it and you did too. To Owen, it had been the most obvious. You were almost certain he was starting to put the two pieces together.

God was he being even more insufferable than ever.

It was nauseating you the way he was acting. He needed to be talking to Abby, sitting by Abby, touching Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. The ignorant man’s mind focused on one thing, and it was his ex-girlfriend. Deep in his bones he believed there was still truly a shot and part of you thought there was. She did not like girls, or you, as much as she thought she did. She kept him around, never refusing what he wanted, and the two of you were not official.

You told yourself so many times, lies of assurance turned into fact in your mind, masking what the truth actually is.

Truly, there’s little to do.

Abby did not really owe you a damn thing.

Sure, she was available for you and those nights were everything to you. Most of them spent together ending with her fucking you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You’re just a need for her to fill. A quick fuck, that’s all you are.

Persistent as ever, thoughts of doubt seemed to nag and linger throughout your head.

You’re not good enough for her.

She’ll run back to him.

Abby just wants your body, not you.

Everything had an expiration date and possibly, you need to start facing the harsh reality, she could not possibly be ready for all of this. Although, the possibility of her still hung up over Owen filled you up entirely with disdain.

What else were you supposed to think? Abby refused to cut ties; she wants to keep the two of you a secret. Even if she had been stuck to your side like glue all night, it did not stop the anxious feeling rumbling in the pit of your stomach.

You craved for more, but it could be possible you were just the building block until she found the next person to move onto. It’s not like Owen and her were some short-term fling. They had been together for years and clearly, he thought it would be for the long haul. He knew her in ways you couldn’t. The pair had been friends since they were kids. He gave her the support she needed when she lost her dad.

You could even understand how difficult it would be to give up someone like that, even if it was Owen. You would never blame her for not being able to let go of it. Never would you be able to forgive yourself if you held her to this crazy expectation, just like Owen did. So, you tried to hide for both of your sakes. It’s been easier in your relationship with Abby in the beginning. When it was new and fun, it went unnoticed.

But it clearly written all over the two of you tonight.

You were too drunk and even if Owen’s eyes were on the two of you, all you saw was her. Everyone was busy roasting marshmallows, still cool enough in beginning of spring, fire crackling as you watched it glow Abby’s features.

Her freckled cheeks and ivory skin sporting an orange hue and you were a little too obsessed with it.

She’s so beautiful. All you can think about is pressing your lips against hers, claiming her in front of everyone. It’s all you want.

But your own insecurity gets the best of you and somehow, it’s possible to dig down deep, suppressing the urge.

So, you try to place your focus elsewhere.

Even if being here with Abby, side by side, was a bad idea. She shoved her pussy in your face for consolation. You come with her, a party Owen would be at, and you finally get to eat her pussy out which you took full advantage of prior to arriving.

Ellie thought it would be important for the gang to get together before spring break rolled in and you had agreed along with Abby. Thankfully, Owen had shown up late and the only spot available to him was on singular chair across from where you were snuggled up with Abby on a two-seat bench.

Your hand on her thigh as you told her something dumb, silly even, but the smile on her burned so bright – you couldn’t help it. Any day of the week, it’s all you want. To see her happy, beaming. It just so happened to be your luck she did it often with you. She might’ve been cautious with Owen around, especially when it came to her proximity with you.

You’d eaten her out on your bed, before you rode in the passenger side of her jeep. Fuck, did you love how happy she looked, how relaxed she’d seemed. Abby didn’t tell you, but Owen had never even offered to do that before. The fact you had been begging for it unprompted had her heart pumping. Delicate hands running over her thick thighs as she let you spread them out wide before you made yourself comfortable between them.

She was replaying it over in her mind as she smiled wide at you. Abby could listen to you talk about whatever, forever. You made her feel good, didn’t ask her anything in return, but she would absolutely return the favor. Maybe by the end of the night, even.

It’s moments like these, making you believe this could be something special. Even convincing you Abby would want this with you, to be your girlfriend. For her to be yours seemed like a fever dream, but the more time you spent with her, you couldn’t deny it’s all you wanted. You were just terrified she couldn’t possibly want to be like this with you.

The uncertainty was a bitch and you felt like you were choking on it.

“Where’d you go, sweet girl?” Abby’s thumb smoothed over your chin. She wants to pull you in closer, claim you in front of everyone, but she doesn’t want to deal with the heat from Owen. Abby is fully capable of handling him, yet she can’t find it within herself to subject you to it.

It’s the last thing you deserve, not when you’ve been anything but perfect to her.

She tries to pretend the fear isn’t there as her throat bobs, attempting to swallow it down.

“Just thinking about…someone.” You drew out with a smirk on your face.

“Someone, hmm? Is a certain blonde the someone? Is she in the room with us?” Abby looks around in faux cluelessness. You have no choice but to laugh as she roasts two marshmallows for the two of you in one of her large hands.

“She might be, but she’s being silly right now. I’m not so sure anymore.” You teased, a smirk pulling at your lips. Abby likes how it feels to have your hand on her thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth. She’s thankful for the fuzzy, thick blanket placed over you both, concealing unwanted eyes from the affection.

The chilly, midnight air bites into your skin, it’s dropping more quickly than you anticipated but you’ll live.

Abby still feels the rapid beating of her heart, it’s deep in her soul. She wonders if you can feel it too. She takes a moment to look at you, really let her gaze fall on you and she knows how badly she’s fallen. It feels obvious, in the way her blue eyes are glossed over in love, the way she offered to roast your marshmallow for you, the way she insisted on sitting next to you whenever you were making your way over to the other bench with Jesse. She takes note of the black hoodie you’re wearing, the one you stole from her closet, her cheeks are crimson, but she’ll blame it on the cold if anyone asks.

Yeah, it’s the cold making her heart skip a beat.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Abby asks again, taking note of your body shivering before her.

“I-I’m fine, Abs. Promise?” But you weren’t. Your body was shivering, and you couldn’t speak without your teeth chattering.

“Oh yeah. You’re fine, right?” Abby taunts.

“Abby…please. Not right now.”

“What?”

“You know exactly what.”

“Maybe you should spell it out for me.”

“Now, you’re just being mean, Abs.” You begged, pleaded with her to let this go. You didn’t need another reason for him to judge either of you. The two of you already had been more affectionate than you wanted to be in front of Owen.

“Oh, I’m the mean one?” She tilted her head cockily, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. Dangerously leaning into you as her eyes took a quick glance at your lips. Forbidden fruit she could only have in the safety of your apartment or hers. Made her full warm, her mind wondering about how you made her feel. All the things you’d done to her, how you always picked up when she called, how you seemed to know what to say and at the right times.

It’s not fair.

“Tonight, you are.” You replied, trying to see if there was another conversation to escape into, but everyone was engaged in conversation, except for Owen. He was looking right at you, furrowed eyebrows and jaw clenching as he took Abby’s undivided attention directed towards you.

“He’s looking right at us, Abby. You guard dog looks like he wants to choke me out.” You turned towards her muscular frame, only to find she has leaned in even more. God, she was trying to torture you. Infinitely so.

“Well, he’ll have to get in line.” Abby teased, dropping a wink that made you feel hot in the bitter cold.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” You lightly pushed her, laying your head against her shoulder.

“Calling me baby in public? Are you trying to torture me…baby?” Abby whispered in your ear as she maneuvered her free hand underneath the blanket and interlocking with yours. She kept it against her thigh, but it was her turn to rub her thumb against your skin.

“No can even hear us.”

“Would you care even if they could?” You paused for a moment as you contemplated.

Would you truly? Owen’s reaction wouldn’t be the best, but it would take the relief off your shoulders. Honestly, you would have been nervous if Abby was truly serious about this.

About you, but she’s not.

“You’re holding my hand, Abby.” You sighed, content with her warm fingers heating up your freezing ones.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking doing more than just holding your hand.” Abby rested her head against yours, “But I’ll settle for this, at least for right now.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re pretty much all I think about these days, especially after you ate me out this afternoon.” You feel the heat even in the freezing cold, taking the sharp remark right off your tongue.

She was smirking wildly at her accomplishment, until she noticed the glare being sent her way.

Abby stares at Owen and she can tell how angry he looks, but she knows better than anyone he’s all bark and no bite. He won’t say anything to her right now, not until she’s alone. He doesn’t want you around when he says what he needs to.

Abby knows what he wishes to tell her. It’s been on the tip of Owen’s tongue after the breakup, but it’s a little too late. She doesn’t care to hear how sorry he is. It’s holding no weight. He only wants to fix things once he’s turned her into an afterthought. It makes her feel sick, unwanted even.

She feels none of those things when she’s with you. All the doubt, self-hatred, and regret piles in the back of her throat when she thinks about Owen. His presence no longer provides her with comfort and safety. All she sees is the blood on his hands and it fuels her with rage. She shouldn’t feel this way. Abby doesn’t want to, so she drowns herself in you.

Abby can’t feed into his delusion anymore; she knows she can’t. Not if she wants to keep you around and keep you happy.

Owen knows his limits. Abby will never talk to him if he interrupts her while she’s preoccupied with you, she’ll be out for his neck if he tries anything, the look she was giving told him that.

“Would you just stop being stubborn and take my jacket?” Abby speaks quietly. She removes the marshmallows from the pit of the fire, and you grab the graham crackers and the chocolate with your free hand.

Purposefully, you ignored her comment.

“You know, this would be easier if you let go of my hand.”

“Not going to happen, gorgeous.” Abby chuckled as she watched you struggling to remove the graham cracker from the plastic encasing. She takes in the way your eyebrow furrows in concentration, trying to get this god-awful plastic away from the treasure. Plump lips pouting, practically begging for assistance.

“Abbbyyyyyy.” You grunt, clearly frustrated with the damn crackers.

“Do you want my help, baby?” She asks innocently, but there’s nothing innocent about her voice. It makes you want to fuck her right in front of everyone. Especially with Owen watching. Yeah, fuck him. Why did you have to suffer for his shortcomings? Clearly, he wasn’t good enough for her, but you would be. You’d treat her like she fucking deserves. In your bones, deep in your very being, you would never make her feel like Owen did.

She’s perfect in your eyes. So precious and joyful, she made you feel good, and you hoped you did the same for her. Carefully, she set the marshmallows she’d be holding on the skewers and placed them carefully in your lap.

“Give it here, baby.” Abby’s delicious, big palm inviting you to place the bag in her hand and you did. It shouldn’t have been as sinful as it is, but she barred her teeth on the seam, creating a tear, placing the crackers on her lap. Immediately, Abby rested her head against yours once again. It made your heart skip a beat; how close she wants to be with you tonight.

Secretly, it’d been kind of an unspoken agreement when she was with Owen. Abby didn’t like public affection, never really had been into it. Made her feel nauseous at the thought. So, Owen stopped trying and because of it you’d make a point to never push more than she was ready for. But making her come on your tongue three times before you left the coziness of your apartment brought it out of her. Somehow, you had managed to subdue her into a needy, whining little girl who needed your touch, or she just might just die right then and there.

It's what you told yourself. You weren’t quite sure what else to believe.

Abby knew the truth; she’d been hiding tucking it away for safe keeping. She could let you know when she was ready, but right now, mindlessly she let herself lean into your body. With an open heart, Abby allows herself to feel the warmth and comfort only you could provide. The soft feeling in her heart she’d never felt with anyone else.

Silently, you brought your eyes to connect with Dina’s before she dropped a not-so-subtle wink.

Dina was the one who convinced you to even go for it in the first place with Abby. You really didn’t want to pick on the dead carcass of her fall out with Owen, but it was clear to everyone just how much Abby cared for you. Dina was sure the braided blonde didn’t even know it herself at the time, but anyone with eyes could see.

All of it had been so easy, being with her was the most natural thing in the world. This right here; she’s the blueprint for what it’s supposed to be like. It helps she’s sweet on you, more than anyone has ever been. You wish you could look at her right now. The beanie was so goddamn cute on her. She looked too good with her bomber jacket, the one she offered to you insistently. Repeatedly because she knew how damn cold you are. But you’d prefer her cuddled up into your side — her body heat felt better than any coat could.

“Do you have the chocolate?” Abby asks sweetly and you hand it to her, and she breaks up a handful of bars as she places on top of the the graham crackers she pulled out of the bag. “Can you?” She lets the end of her sentence drag off, but you know exactly what she needs.

You lift your head from her shoulder, and she pouts at the disconnect.

“Why’d you move?” She brings her hand closer to her inner thigh and it’s when you feel the bulge concealed beneath her trousers. You don’t say anything — you don’t want to spoil the fun she clearly has planned. Although, it makes you feel heated. The intention behind it sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps spreading all over your skin.

“You’re being stubborn, Abs.” You huffed trying to pull your hand away, but her grip tightens.

Got it. Better not poke the bear.

“Just place it right there. I’ll remove it from the skew.” You listen to her, picking up the first one and placing it delicately on top of the chocolate, and you slowly pull it away as Abby looks you dead in the eye. Making s’mores feels more sensual than it should be, but maybe just being around her makes you feel this way.

It’s just her making the tingling feeling between your thighs reignite.

Abby’s hands are sticky from the roasted pillow of sweet, white substance stuck around her fingers. Her heavy-lidded eyes, look down at her fingers before looking back at you. She seemed to be in a daze, thinking of something else. You could guess exactly what Abby was thinking of.

“I would ask you to clean it for me if we were alone, but this will have to do.” She slides her forefinger and middle in her mouth, and god, you’re imagining it. Your mouth wrapped around her thick fingers, tongue circling around it as if it was her cock fucking your mouth. It got her off just as much as you did.

She liked to have you like this, completely and utterly under her control.

Abby pulls off with a hardly subtle pop, her lips are moist and fuck, her fingers are incredibly wet. You can practically feel your cunt purring at her, the throbbing insatiable as you’re looking at your pretty girl like she’s a slab of meat to be butchered and slaughtered. Really, you can’t help it.

The sex isn’t just good. It’s fucking amazing. Stupidly obvious in the way it just makes sense with Abby. She’s reminding you of it, as she gestures for you to pick up the second skew. Sticky fingers getting caught on the marshmallow again, cleaning it off with her mouth again. Breathy, quiet, moan slips out before you can catch it and she’s smirking so loudly you want to kiss it off her deeply cocky face.

“Hm, guess I can’t blame you for getting all hot and bothered. I know how much you love my fingers. Especially when they’re inside you, huh? Just a little bit of déjà vu from last week.” Abby teased lightly.

“You’re going to pay for this.” Threatening the blonde beauty as you grabbed the finished s’more, and she grabbed the other one.

“Am I?” Abby’s voice dropping an octave lower than how she usually talks. Trying to do her best to bring out all the stops to do her best to effectively ruin you.

The answer to her question is left open in the air, the two of you silently finishing off your s’mores, her hand still in yours. Abby doesn’t want to let go. Even wants to hold your hand on top of the blanket, for everyone to see, but she doesn’t want anyone to ruin the moment. She’ll take for this now, but knowingly will push for more for later. When you’re ready for it. It’s still fresh, new and she needs to learn to be patient even if it’s the last thing she wants to do.

This time Abby is leaning her head on your shoulder. She takes in your sweet sent, pine mixed with vanilla, and it intoxicates her. Owen is finally engaged somewhere else besides her. It’s a relief. To not feel his accusatory eyes on her. Abby doesn’t want to feel guilty about her affection towards you. You’re too lovely for this to be seen as anything but beautiful.

She won’t let anyone take this away from either one of you.

You engage in conversation with Ellie and Dina, they’re to the left of you where you and Abby are sat. Dina’s, making you laugh about something stupid Ellie did earlier this week. Ellie claims it’s not nearly as stupid as Dina makes it out to be, which only sends you and Dina through a tailspin.

It obviously was just as idiotic as it sounds, but what Dina says next brings Abby to full attention.

“Hey, were you going to call Leah back? She sounds pretty interested in seeing you.” Dina questions you, a smirk playing at her lips, and it makes you want to scream.

Fuck.

Dirty fucking Dina.

She played it off as coy, maybe Abby wouldn’t question Dina’s intentions, but she sure as hell would give yours a second thought. Ellie let a small chuckle, earning a death glare from Abby. It was painfully obvious to the couple the feelings you felt towards one another, but neither of you took steps towards making it official.

“Leah?” Abby questions, her grip on your hand tightens, afraid if she eased up, you might slip.

“Y-Yeah, just a girl I met at the work event I told you about.” You let out, trying to land the blow gently but it already had made its impact with Abby. There was nothing gentle about the knife she felt in her heart.

Abby’s jaw clenches too many times for you to count, her grip is cruel, and she won’t meet your eyes. She suddenly finds the flames in front of her incredibly interesting. Ember reflects from Abby’s eyes, they’re still blue, but icy as you try to find them, but she refuses.

You want to tell her it’s innocent. It doesn’t mean anything, and it really doesn’t. You felt stupidly insecure that night. Pleading Abby to come with you, but it was Owen’s birthday dinner, and she couldn’t make it. Felt like a horrible slap in the face for her to pick him over you even after the breakup. One cocktail turned into five and before you knew it, you put your number into a pretty girl’s phone. She danced with you, she flirted, and it felt nice to be someone’s priority, their full attention seated with you.

The night ended with a sweet kiss on the lips, a promise she would text, and you would call her. Leah made good on her promise, and you found yourself falling incredibly short of yours. Abby came over around midnight, it felt a punch to the gut to make time for you now but not before. Yet, you let her in even after how miserable and alone her actions made you feel.

All you see is her. Her lips and the voice you love. She makes the anger melt away as if she wasn’t the one to instigate it in the first place.

She apologizes for not taking you up on the offer. Her puppy eyes pleading for forgiveness. She has a tote full of goods which allow her to breach past your door. Chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of your favorite red wine, the ingredients for your favorite dinner, and tempting lips you’ll know will have their way with you by the end of the night. Abby knows just as well as you do, both of you are fucked.

It’s the first time she stays over at your place, and it feels solidified. This could all end up in flames, with both of you burned, but somehow it feels worth the risk. The light glistens through the bedroom window as it shines on her eyes, the blue standing out as she looks on your sleeping form. Black sheet concealing your body from her. Then it’s almost like you know she’s watching you and your eyes open meeting hers.

Smiling softly, it reaches your eyes, and your head nuzzles into her chest, sighing contently. Before, your brain could excuse how you felt, but after that night, it had changed. You realized just how much Abby had wormed her way into your heart, into your soul – you didn’t wish for her to leave.

But it still didn’t negate what you felt, the fear of losing her to someone she might still be in love with. Yeah, so she did feel remorseful for picking him over you, it didn’t mean she still didn’t care about him. It was Abby – of course she did. Everything was still so new, there wasn’t enough foundation to land on, for either of you to be sure. You had to hope it was strong enough to support the two of you.

You felt lonely, and Abby wasn’t there to give you the comfort you needed so this was your way of lashing out without speaking to her about it. It was small, but the thought echoed and occupied all the space in your brain.

She’ll leave you for a man, they always do. How could this be any different?

Past experiences drawing the conclusion for you, instead of actually speaking with her about how you felt, leaving Dina to air out your dirty laundry.

Dina kept talking, but she changed the subject. Still, didn’t stop how tense Abby is. She refused to notice anyone, her focus trained on the flames in front of her, anger brewing beneath the surface. You were holding onto the fact she hadn’t let go of your hand. Maybe you could settle your strong headed, burly bear.

You’d seen a couple times just how protective she could be over you. The fact you were possibly entertaining someone else, besides her, stung.

Everyone else had funneled inside, but Abby stayed by your side. She still wouldn’t look at you. She was as stoic as you’d ever seen her. She still wouldn’t keep her eyes off the fire, it was dying out and it felt like there wasn’t much you could do but watch it with her.

Owen would get exactly what he wanted. Maybe the two of you would never even become a thing because of your fatal case of loneliness. It made you nauseous. He didn’t deserve her, but it seems neither did you.

“So, who’s this Leah?” Abby broke the silence, her voice cracking in the process. “A-And why didn’t you tell me about her?”

You bite on your bottom lip, tugging it so carelessly you could taste the iron.

“It’s not important. She’s not important.” You reassure, but it doesn’t offer Abby much comfort.

“Obviously she’s important enough for Dina to know about her and not me.” Abby bites, her tone colder than it ever has been directed towards you.

“It’s not what you think, Abs.” You pause, not wanting to lie to her. You can see the self-doubt swimming in her eyes, and you need to do your best and reassure her, nothing is going on. “It was before, you know, that night.”

“So, you were seeing her? Both of us at the same time.” She thinks it’s not even a question. She states it as if there is nothing to be found but truth. It feels like there is a blade in Abby’s back, one you put there yourself, but now she’s only feeling the wound.

“No, baby, will you just let me explain?” Abby nods, allowing you to continue.

This won’t break everything will it? You should have told her. It really was stupid not to, silently cursing at yourself.

You’re going to kill Dina for exposing you like this. Fuck. Damn the red wine and her loose lips.

“The night we were fighting about you coming as my plus one or going to Owen’s dinner? Do you remember that?” She nodded her head, waiting for you to continue. “Well, I sort of, met someone the same night. She gave me her number and we kissed.”

“Huh.” It was more bitter than contempt. Rage? You weren’t sure.

“You’re mad.” Abby’s jaw clenched; her grip was tight again. “I’m sorry, okay? In my head, you had abandoned me for him. I was lonely and hurt. I just wanted you there with me, yet you went with him, and it felt nice to have someone’s attention. It was stupid. I only did it because I felt like I didn’t have yours.”

“Did, um, you ever see her after that?” Abby looked at you, finally. Her eyes begging for the answer she needed. Preparing for the worst but found herself hoping for the best.

“Abby?” You tilted your head to the side.

“What?”

“Do you really think I would?”

“I don’t know. I thought I was the only girl you were kissing.”

“Well…we do a little more than kiss.” You teased lightly, a smirk on your face.

“Stop being cute right now, it’s not fair.” The blonde pouts, upset she couldn’t stay upset. “I deserve to be angry right now.”

“Do you?” You leaned in closer, your breath kissing Abby’s face. “Last time I checked, I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Baby.” Abby whines, her frustration wasn’t holding. It never really did, but you did have a point. Neither of you had made this official, but Abby would argue it sure did feel like it.

“Look, I know we decided to keep things just been us, not really label it, because of your messy breakup with Owen. We were still trying to figure out what this was, and it was new and terrifying for you.” Your free hand found purchase on the end of her braid, tugging at the open strands, your thumb smoothing over it.

“I respected your decision and I’ve kept this between us. I mean, our friends do have eyes and it’s not like we’re exactly doing a good job of hiding it anymore.” You laughed softly and Abby was sporting a hint of a smile on her face.

“That night when I spent time with Leah, I let my insecurities get the best of me. All I could think about was you and Owen. I had convinced myself you were getting back together with him, and this is why you had ditched me. It’s not an excuse, I should have told you about it, but what else am I supposed to believe?”

You took a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. You didn’t want to break down in front of her, but someone had to start this conversation. Abby sure wouldn’t. If it made you the bad guy, so be it.

“Even now, he’s still a concern. He looked like his head was going to blow off from pure despite. We’re still hiding. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this anymore. I deserve to be with someone who can hold me hand in front of our friends.” You sighed, pulling away from her entirely, stepping towards the flames. It was time for the two of you to come to an end. It’d be better for the two of you, before either of you gets too invested and someone ends up really hurt. Sick and wretched filling gnawing at your heart, telling you it is already a little too late for that.

You love her, but you love yourself a little more. It’s not her fault, but your past girlfriends always burned you because of the ex-boyfriend. Broken promises of a future together until they crawled their way back to where they put themselves, back in the closet. The shame of liking girls, you, too much for them to bear.

Ending the same, your heart beaten to a pulp before you stitch yourself together again.

Abby hasn’t disagreed with anything you’ve said, making you believe she still holds a torch for him. The single thought alone makes you feel nauseous. Just being a placeholder, whether it be for Owen or someone else.

She stayed fucking quiet, and it only pissed you off.

This is it, the final nail in the coffin.

“Abby, I think we should put a pin in this. I-I’m sorry. I know you’ve apologized since that night, but I can’t see past him. Not if this isn’t going to become more. I need more than this.” You confessed to her, continuing to walk away from a still silent Abby.

It wasn’t fair how much you cared for her, possibly even love. Finding yourself choking on it and she seemed to be doing just fine with the thought of never having it again.

Maybe she was still in love with him after all. How fucking pathetic does this make you?

Abby was stoic the rest of the night. Owen noticed the space between the two of you and tried to use it to the best of his abilities once everyone was sitting around the couch, watching a classic Christmas film. The rest of the group was adding commentary when considered necessary, stuffing their mouth full of chocolate goodies and kettle corn. Trying but failing, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Not one bit.

All you could think about is how quiet she became, hands stuffed in her pocket as she watched you end things and didn’t pipe in once. It was clear you overestimated your importance to her. A rebound. A steppingstone. An experiment. You hated all of it. You hated thinking about it. All your fears about her came true and now you’d have to pick up the pieces alone.

She would go back with Owen. She’d never consider you an actual option. You would give her the whole world if she asked, but that was just it, she hadn’t. She wouldn’t. Not in the entirety of the four months you spent together. Abby was always trying to protect his feelings, but never considering she was shattering yours into tiny little pieces.

Making yourself scarce to the kitchen, Owen’s cocky smile and Abby’s avoidance to meet you in the eyes was allowing yourself to drown in self-depreciation. You couldn’t stand it. So, you chose the most delicious vice you could think of – chocolate covered strawberries.

It would do for now, until your heartache subsides, allowing yourself to get a grip on it. You were halfway into your fourth one when she walked in, of course she would. Fucking hell.

Your eyes trained on the food in front of you as you took another bite.

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her.

She let you stand there in the cold, like a pathetic, lonely loser practically begging her to say anything and she stuffed her big, lovely hands in her jacket pockets and stayed silent. Abby doesn’t care, her conscious won’t let her be the one who’s hurt you. All she wants is to make amends; she doesn’t want you.

The seasonal depression has its tight hold on you, and Abby unwillingness to catch you, fuck, it makes you want to punch her stupidly gorgeous face. Who gave her the right to make you feel this way? Painfully, you see in your peripherals her hands twitching by her sides, standing in front of the door, at least supplying a barrier from everyone but you can see the uneasiness in her.

But you do look at her.

You wish you hadn’t.

Abby isn’t moving besides her hands; she’s shed herself of the coat and she’s in a sweater you bought for her with a chain around her neck that you also had gifted her on her birthday. It’s not fair to you how cozy she looks, how much you want to escape into her arms and welcome the comfort she would offer in a heartbeat. Her body runs like a human furnace.

You crave for her to tell you everything is going to be alright; you want her to reassure you with her lips on your temple, you want to bury your face in the crook of her neck and focus on her heartbeat. You’re still so damn cold, even in this heated house. Your body craves her comfort more than you want to admit, it’s become second nature.

Her hair is falling past her shoulders, beanie has been abandoned. Abby combs her fingers through her hair, giving them something to do because she’s almost certain she’s going to faint from seeing your pretty eyes glossed over. You’re drowning in something sweet, no doubt due to the bitter taste Abby left in your mouth.

It makes you even more uneasy the two of you were supposed to share a bed tonight. After everything, you didn’t trust yourself around her. Not one bit. Even if you were hurt, the second she put her arm around you, all anger would be thrown at the window. You didn’t want her to drive this late, it wasn’t safe. The roads were beginning to ice over and Abby hates driving at night. The only other room big enough for two was Owen’s and the thought made you want to puke all over him.

She finally spoke up and you were strangely thankful for it. You weren’t sure where your thoughts would’ve gone, resentment growing with them.

“I know you probably won’t believe me but I’m sorry. I should have asked you how you were feeling about all of it.” Abby apologized, but she hadn’t moved an inch. “I just thought…” She left you hanging, basically prying your lips open for a response.

“What?”

“There hasn’t been anyone else for me, okay? I-I don’t want anyone else.” She looked around the room, trying to focus her attention on anything else but your undivided attention. Her palms were sweating as she wiped them on her sweatpants. “Can I tell you something without you totally making fun of me for it?”

“I would never make fun of you, Abby. Not like this.” You offer a gentle smile, encouraging her. She knows now what she should’ve done before – fight for you.

Abby thinks it’s why you’re avoiding looking at her. She can see the wanting in your eyes. If you’re not looking closely enough it drowns in disappointment, but it’s still there. Abby recognizes the look; it’s how she looks at you. Disappointment can’t be found, but her love for you can.

The most perfect girl for her. Fuck, she’d found a way to ruin it.

You’re really the only person who puts up with her day-to-day shit and you don’t complain. You’re you about it. Incredibly graceful, sort of hurts Abby’s cheeks because it makes her smile so damn much. She’s taken advantage of your kindness, and she needs to make sure she does everything in her power to make amends.

“It’s okay, Abby. Whatever happens, you always have a safe space with me.” Reassuring her while biting into another strawberry.

You’re still so sweet. Fuck, Abby wants to kiss you, hard.

“I really believed I was in love with Owen, I care about him. He was there for me when shit hit the fan. Sometimes, I feel like I owe him because of it.” Abby took a breather as she stepped forward, but you stayed sitting on countertop.

“It’s not fair to you and it is sort of my fault he hates you so much. I just want to protect you from it, but I haven’t done a very good job. It’s really embarrassing for me to admit this.” Abby sighed as she stood in front of you, her big frame standing between your spread legs, a snug spot for her to fit into.

You tilted your head at her curiously. “Just tell me. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

“It is.”

“Abby?” You questioned her, but still chose to be tight lipped. “If you want to fix this, I need you to talk.” The cocky attitude had evaporated from earlier, leaving you with one you usually got. The girl who was too afraid to kiss you on the first night. Arguably, you like this version of her a little more.

“I, um, so, I sort of kind of used to think of you when Owen and I used to have sex.”

“Um, okay? Is there a reason I need to know this?”

“Well, the reason I think he hates you so much, on top of me kind of being all over you all the time is….”

“Abby, if you don’t tell me right now, I swear to god.”

“Okay, okay.” Abby took a deep breath before she let the confession tumble from her lips. “Whenever we would, you know, I would always kind of sort of, call out your name instead of his.” Abby mumbled, closing her eyes in shame.

“Baby….you’re kidding.” An itch to laugh bubbles, but you’re able to muffle your giggle enough.

“Would you, you know, not laugh at me.” Abby sighs. “See! This is why I didn’t want to tell you. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not laughing at you, it’s him. He couldn’t even fuck you good enough to get your poor, gay brain off of me, huh?” Abby let you tease her, your smile, an equal trade for her pride. Her hands glide along your thighs, igniting a fire beneath your skin.

Abby loses the hint of teasing when she responds, “Yes, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I never stop.” Abby took a step forward, your pelvis pressed and to her, legs latched around her toned waist.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She leaned forward, peppering kisses along your neck, you're gripping onto the chain around her neck, your initial engraved on the pendant. Boy, does she make you want to forget about everything as her teeth latch lightly, giving you a playful bite before her tongue soothes over the ache.

“Abs, fuck um don’t you think we should talk first?” Your strong resolve from earlier fading into the tranquility of Abby’s comforting arms.

“Okay. Then, talk babygirl.” She continues to kiss your neck as your neck as you struggle to find your footing.

“I-I just, um, I need…” Subconsciously, your fingers dip into her blonde waves, tugging at the root slightly.

“C’mon, use your words. You did a pretty good job earlier you know, felt a little humiliated back there.”

“Really?”

“What?”

“Abby…It was Dina. I never would have brought Leah up like that. Truthfully? I wasn’t going to bring her up at all.” Abby frowned, lips pouting, clearly frustrated.

She was red, tense, and the jealousy in her gray hues burned bright. Carefully, her hands gripping on your thighs, giving them a light squeeze.

“I didn’t like hearing about another girl kissing you. Someone else who isn’t me…it pisses me off.” Abby sighed, look down at your sweats. “Not hearing it from you just made it so much worse for me.”

With the admission, you tugged her closer to you, resting your hands on her defined traps, caressing the nape of your neck.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I should have told you and I didn’t.” You tugged her closer, if it was even possible, letting the safety of her arms comfort you. “Dina just wants me to admit to you how I feel. It’s why she said it.”

Abby perked up at your confession, neatly placed in the palm of her hand.

“How do you feel?” She asked, cresting some distance between the two of you, pulling you out of the crook in her neck, a new home you’d taken residence.

“One condition…”

“Yeah?” You grasp her chin, tilting her head up slightly, grip tight.

“Next time we’re fighting, and I ask you to say something, you better speak next time or so help me god…” You trailed off but Abby couldn’t take it anymore. She had been dying to kiss you all night, since you’d done the service of your sweet, skilled mouth eating her out like you were personally starved.

“It’s cute, baby.”

“I was talking. Abby?” She silent as you wait for Abby to respond but she just cocks her head to the side, a smirk plastered on her face.

She leans in, whispering in your ear, “You can keep talking. Just let me return the favor from earlier.”

Abby doesn’t give you much time to respond before she’s removing your legs from around her waist, her pretty honey-blonde hair is thrown into a low bun in preparation as she offers her hand, and you take it as she helps you off the countertop.

Abby catches you, strong arm around your waist pulling your body against her.

“How does that sound? You, bossing me around and giving you a reminder of just why you put up with my bullshit. Yeah?” You come down to your natural height, Abby’s presence even more damning. It didn’t matter if she was taller or just a bit shorter than whoever she was around, the confidence she exhibited was fucking damning.

She’s so broad, big, and intimidating and she’s willing to sink to her knees for you. Abby licks her chapped lips until they become shiny and pink.

Fuck, she has to be doing it on purpose at this point.

You nod but she makes no movement to take this somewhere.

“First, tell me how you feel.” Abby rubs her thumb over your soft skin, caressing your cheek with a delicate touch. “C’mon, I mean I might know but I just need to hear it.”

“I just, I’ve been wanting for us to make it exclusive…just me and you. Tired of hiding, in front of our friends especially. I want you to be my girlfriend.” You admit sheepishly, eyes trained on the floor until Abby tilts your head vertically by gripping your chin.

“Baby, it’s all I want you. Jus’ you and I against the world. Yeah?” Abby’s lips mesh with yours, the fit is perfect as if your earlier problems hadn’t melted away.

They didn’t. They were still there, but you could work through them together. You and your girlfriend, against the world, together.

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silent treatment 💫 // ross macdonald x reader

a/n: this is not a christmas fic, this is just something that i had in my drafts for like a month now because @the1975attheirverybest sent me a photo of ross' tour bus (the one in the banner) from when she went to the baltimore show and of course i had nasty ideas about it lmao. so yes, here we go--the tour bus fucking fic hehe. i'm still really struggling with writer's block and hate everything i have been writing so this might be a bit shit :/ cw: brat-taming kinda, smut obv, dirty talk??? general nasty behaviour wc: 2.2k

american fans are loud.

well, all fans are loud; it’s not really a bad thing to be, but the american ones are especially loud, you’ve noticed. cheers and shouts and whoops of joy at the airport, and a collective roar that tears through the crowd every time the boys come on stage—it’s all part of the world. his world. your world.

girls shriek and cry wherever he goes, hugging him—their bodies pressed against his, their hands holding his, boldly flirting with him too sometimes. sure, he ignores it and only smiles politely. sure, he only signs their stuff and indulges them for selfies but the burn in your chest remains just the same. dull but prominent.

all in all, he likes america and america likes him. you? maybe not so much.

still, it’s not all hate. it’s fun being on the tour bus and driving through the big wide expanses of the midwest, certainly fun when his hand is buried between your legs and the other muffling your moans. fun to watch your nails digging into his thigh as you chase the high over and over again before falling limp against his chest.

today, however, you skew more towards annoyance.

he’s been so busy, he hasn’t even had the time to look at you properly much less talk to you for longer than ten minutes—what with having to leave one city and go to the other immediately. it’s been hectic and he’s seized the chance to nap whenever he can, just like polly and john who share the bus with you. not that you blame him for it—the exact opposite of it, in fact—you’re grateful for any rest he can get.

but the brattiness rears its ugly head sometimes. and now as you stand there in a corner, watching the instruments being taken out of their truck and brought backstage, you can’t help but bite angrily on the lollipop in your mouth.

ross is on the phone across the room, talking to a friend or a colleague or maybe even family. you don’t know. what you do know is his eyes are trained on you and you alone—rather, on your lips closed around the lollipop, on the sticky residue on your lips. your eyes in turn move to his hand—the one gripping the phone in a vice-like grip, knuckles almost white.

it only takes him another ten seconds to end the call and cross the room. and now here he is—towering over you, looking down at you.

“what’s up with you?”

you shrug, tongue flat against the sweet candy, “nothing.”

“nothing?” his voice is low. mostly to conceal it from the people all around you but also full of warning. so you’ve irked him then… good.

you choose not to answer, giving the lollipop a small lick instead. there’s barely any left now but you plan to enjoy every last bit of it.

“what, don’t wanna talk to me now?”

“me?” you ask, exaggerating the confusion in your voice. testing the boundaries.

“yes, you,” his eyes flash a little, “don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

it’s a dangerous game to play with him, especially the way his pupils dialate every time you swirl your tongue around the last bit of the candy, relishing it thoroughly and letting its sweetness linger on your lips.

ross leans down, mouth directly next to your ear. “you can be a brat all you want, sweet girl. as long as you’re ready for the consequences.”

and before you’ve had the chance to reply, he bends down and closes his mouth around the rest of the lollipop. a loud crunch cuts through the silence. he straightens, smiles like nothing’s out of the ordinary and leaves you holding the now empty white stick.

ross is busy talking to the organisers of a local artists’ collective.

he laughs and chats animatedly and listens to them talking about how much they value this opportunity that the band has created. their voices are loud and boisterous—happy, giddy, excited. a complete contrast to you sulking in the corner, scrolling through tiktok and watching one pointless video after another.

his eyes flick to you once in while, linger on you when matty takes over the conversation. you see the warning in them so clearly. don’t be a baby. don’t pout. but you ignore and double down. if he doesn’t want to give you attention then you’re not going to beg for it. no matter how much you want to pull him into some broom closet and show him exactly what he’s missing.

you cross and uncross your legs and send him a look.

look what you to do me.

he sends one back.

busy. not now.

so you go back to your phone. scroll, a makeup tutorial, scroll, ten must buy amazon things, scroll, movies to watch this winter, scroll— a snap of his fingers breaks through your monotony.

“come share a fag with me.”

you take your sweet time looking and him an deciding if you’re in the mood to smoke, even go so far as to make him ask again.

“well?”

“sure.”

it’s quieter once you’re outside. there’s still the sounds of traffic and a bit of laughter floating out from the inside. somewhere someone’s playing a familiar tune and you watch ross light his cigarette. the fire casts a warm glow on his jaw briefly, on his stubble that’s coming in once again after shaving it off for halloween.

the skin on the inside of your thighs stings from the memory.

“open,” he says and you obey, letting him stick the end of the cigarette between your lips and taking a drag. the smoke burns but with some satisfaction you see the lipstick smudge you left behind.

ross is just taking his own drag when you blow the smoke on his face and shrug when quirks an eyebrow.

“generous of you to take five minutes out of your busy schedule.”

“careful, love,” he warns and lets you take another drag of the cigarette. “don’t be a brat. you know i’m busy.”

“you’re always busy.”

“is that so?”

he looks amused and it riles you up even more. he’s the one that’s supposed to be affected, not you! a beat of silence passes and ross slowly drags his fingers up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“my gorgeous girl,” he says and presses a kiss to your shoulder, moving his mouth to your jaw and then to your collarbone. “are you mad at me?”

“no.”

“no?”

you fight to contain the shiver that passes through you. even when you can feel the little tingles intensifying throughout your body. need swirls through your stomach the more his mouth moves on your neck.

“then what’s this silent treatment for, huh?”

“what silent treatment?”

“oh, baby,” ross tuts and his stubble grazes over the sensitive skin of your neck. “you really wanna play dumb?”

every retort flies out of your brain when he grabs a hold of your hips and pulls you close to him.

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies, right?”

“y-yes.” it’s almost a whimper that quickly turns into a half moan when his hand rests on the back of your thighs, trailing up and up and up until it’s almost on the curve of your ass.

you yelp when he pinches the skin.

“you want to be fucked that bad, huh?”

and now you finally have him where you want.

“so now you want to be loud,” ross mocks and dives back under your dress.

this torture has lasted for a good ten minutes now. the insides of your thighs already feel raw and chafed. and he hasn’t even properly started yet. he’s still busy marking up the smooth skin of your legs.

“always a good girl when you want something from me, aren’t you?”

you nod fervently, trying to stifle the mewl that’s about to leave your mouth. instead you clutch his head and try to push him where you want. ross is quicker. before you ever know it, his hand it wrapped around your wrists and he pulls back again, looking at you with yet another warning glare.

his hair is a mess, his mouth wet from leaving all those kiss and bites on your skin but it’s his eyes that really get you—pupils blown out so wide that his eyes might as well be black.

“please ross, please,” you whine, shamless and desperate and dying for his mouth to be back on you.

“please what?”

“please make me cum.”

your pout has stopped affecting him a long time ago, even when you look at him with teary eyes and spread your legs wider. the underwear was discarded somewhere the minute you got inside the tour bus and now he has the perfect view of how wet you are. how ready for him.

the inside of the bus feels uncomfortably hot or maybe it’s just your skin that’s sticky and sweaty and in desperate need of his touch.

“no silent treatment anymore?”

“no,” you shake your head, “gonna be a good girl now. please please please.”

“yes, you are.” ross smiles and it feels more sinister than genuine. “i’ll stop what i’m doing if i hear another sound from you, baby.”

“w-what?”

“dumb little slut,” he mocks again, mouth so so close to your clit that it’s impossible to focus on anything else. “don’t want people to walk in on us, do you?”

“no. no!”

“then be quiet for me.”

easy for him to say. because his lips attach around your clit at that exact moment and you bite down on the back of your hand to stop the loud moan from escaping.

“ungrateful, spoiled little brat,” ross tuts, presses his tongue flat against your opening. “look at you now.”

the heady mix of big and small licks makes your head spin, makes you want to cry out his name over and over again but for the sake of your sanity you stay quiet. for each small whimper that still manages to escape you, you feel a small sting on your thigh—a nip or a bite.

“my sweet, filthy girl,” he coos, ghosting his lips over each bruise, each bite and goes back to torturing your cunt.

“ross, can i–oh! can i cum, please!”

“gonna cum for me, already?” he teases and pulls away entirely. “and what if i said no.”

the look you give him is one full of desperation—tears gathered on your lower lashline, bottom lip swollen and red from bitting hard to keep quiet.

“please!”

“no.”

and that’s that, just like that his head is back between your legs, tongue hot on your cunt as his nose pushed into your clit. between trying to stay quiet and trying not to cum you barely have any grip on reality. all you know is how it feels too much, too much pleasure, bordering on pain now. the urge to let go is too strong.

“let me ask you again, baby,” his voice comes through the haze in your mind. barely even audible. “are you done with the silent treatment?”

“y-yes, m’sorry!” you whine, “won’t do it again. wont—”

“look at you…” his condescending tone somehow turns you on even more. the humiliation somehow adds to the pleasure. “ready to be my good girl again?”

“yes, yes!” the buzzing in your ears is so loud now, his voice barely even comes through. all you know is the feeling of his tongue inside you and the stinging of your thighs. the sticky sweat on your skin.

your legs shake from the strain of denying yourself an orgasm, your head swims with too much of everything and nothing all at once.

“go on then,” he speaks. finally. “you can let go now.”

all you manage is a long whine and every single restraint drops. you think you grip his head between your thighs, practically convulsing from the force of the orgasm that hits you, trembling from the way his tongue laps everything up. it’s beyond you how he manages to hold you upright.

you think you scream out his name, practically alerting everyone in a five kilometre radius. you think you pull on his hair and hear him hiss. but ross lets you.

minutes later when he finally stands, his beard and mouth glistens with slick.

“there’s my good girl,” he coos and holds you in his arms.

“look at me,” he coaxes a bit until you manage to open your eyes and look at him properly. despite how fucked he looks, there’s a sweet smile on his face. and his eyes soften when you meet his gaze. “sorry i ignored you before, love. don’t be mad at me.”

“m’not mad at you.” you mumble and every single negative emotion from before melts away within seconds.

“good.” his smile widens, just a touch of mischievous once again. “now that you’ve learned your lesson… let me make it up to you.”

and just like that, he’s back on his knees, diving between your legs once again.

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ystrike1 · 11 months

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I Thought I Didn't Have Long To Live! - By Ari Choi (8.5/10)

A funny romance protagonist. What a breath of fresh air! Funny girls don't usually mesh well with yanderes, but it works here. Our heroine is obsessed with finishing her bucket list before her early death. So, she ignores all of the red flags. She marches up to the Legendary Monster Duke, and she says she wants to date him casually. Just for the hell of it.

Lariette is a good daughter. She does paperwork. She helps her father hold up his failing family. She puts up with her bratty brother. The problem is her family doesn't value her. She's pretty, so they try to sell her to an old rich guy. When Lariette gets diagnosed with Too Much Mana disease she knows she's doomed.

So, she beats up her ugly fiance and she leaves.

Lmao.

She's super good at purification magic, so she decides to sell her marketable skill...wait. Purification wizards are not in high demand. Healers are easier to use. So, she's broke. Lol. Her bag gets stolen too. She gets saved, violently, by a handsome man.

Asrahan is a Weird Duke. He got cursed when he was really young. A witch gave him rotting flesh, and the eternal stench of death. He's handsome, but his cursed body is repulsive. He's very lonely. Only a mega strong purification wizard can save him, and he hasn't found one. No one is willing to go near the living corpse.

Lariette isn't affected by his aura, because she's even more powerful than she thinks she is. She's good with fire and healing, but she doesn’t know she's on par with the pope.

She asks him to date her. He says no and she offers a purification contract instead.

He accepts.

She sees her relationship with him like this.

Her efforts to seduce him are all fun and games to her.

He sees their relationship like this.

Try to think about it from his point of view. People have been vomiting in fear at the sight of him since he was like seven. Now, a gorgeous woman sings his praises daily. Plus, she makes the smell go away. It's a slow process though, because his curse is a nasty one. They get even closer because of it. Purification is super draining. He appreciates the pain Lariette goes through for his sake.

Poor Asrahan turned to violence as a young man. His mom died too (of course) so he went to war to be surrounded by other corpses. He is the strongest guy around. His nasty aura makes him a hard opponent to beat too. It is sad though. Asrahan gets along great with his butler, but he has no friends his age and zero experience with women. Even though he's twenty seven. That's rough.

Lariette's old fiance tries to punish her for leaving. Asrahan immediately beheads the men he hired. He cuts off the old man's arm as a warning too. Asrahan doesn't completely accept his feelings for a while. He really sees himself as a monster. He isn't going to let Lariette leave though. Every time he thinks about becoming pure and free of the curse...he isn't happy because that means she'll leave.

Priest Doha is a great character, because he's not a real yandere. He's possessive because Lariette is special. He does fall for her, but his attraction is rooted in selfishness. Asrahan doesn't think he's good enough for Lariette, because she's so wonderful. Plus he also slices heads off. He beats priest guy no problem. Lariette chooses him. There is no contest.

Lariette rushes their dating life. Asrahan gets jealous of Doha and they start dating. Lariette wants to do it all before she dies. She also thinks Asrahan is experienced, with lots of past girlfriends. She can't comprehend how scary the corpse thing is, because she can't sense it. Asrahan doesn't handle being in lust for the first time well, but he tries his best. Consent. Cool!

Every other character sees Asrahan as a cold guy. Just because he killed thousands of men and his skin is purple and he sometimes goes into berserker rages blahblahblah. So judgemental.

I'm kidding.

Lariette realizes she messed up when the doctor says she's fine. She got misdiagnosed. Immediately after that she has to face the consequences. Asrahan is very kind to her....and that’s it. He doesn't need anyone else. He's so used to being alone. Having love is more than enough fulfillment for him, which is bad. She's got a life to live, and she won't get any freedom if she stays with her corpse boyfriend.

What a pickle!

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Hi here ♥ ! I hope you're all right. Thanks for all the Bad Batch contents you give us. You have no idea how much your texts help me feel better. Can you write something about The Bad Batch react/protecting their love interest from a grossophobic insult or insinuation ? Thanks and take care ♥♥

Aloha! Well, sure, still breathing 😁 I'm so glad I was able to make you feel better with my writing! Thank you for telling me that, it does me good too 😊

So I have to be honest, I had to google 'grossophobic', I have to admit I haven't dealt with this term before. Google first tried to convince me I was meaning glossophobia, which is the fear of speaking to people in public, like on a stage. Somewhere in between was a French article about grossophobia, also called fat-shaming. So I guess I'm on the right track now? Let's see what the boys have to say about that.

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Reactions To Body-Shaming

Warnings: Body Shaming/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/Strong Language

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Base Situation:

While walking with your lover through the market grounds on Naboo, you are insulted by a passerby who comments negatively on your physical appearance as you look at something at a stall, making you feel super uncomfortable. How does your partner react to this?

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Hunter

"Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you".

He has no patience for such idiots, and even less understanding. Hunter is angry, he would like to dish out a few good slaps, but he pulls himself together as long as he can, he doesn't want to look like a troublemaker in front of you.

It depends on how far the harasser is willing to go, if he doesn't stop or says something stupid, it could be that Hunter gets physical and pulls that idiot's ears out, pretty much literally.

Of course, Hunter will immediately take care of comforting you and assuring you how wonderful you are to him as soon as the troublemaker has cleared the field.

He grabs a little flower by the wayside and tucks it behind your ear with a smile.

"You must never take such idiots seriously, you are wonderful in every way".

No matter how insecure you are about the stupid comments, Hunter isn't deterred.

He gently caresses your cheek and solemnly says, "I love every inch of your body, every curve, every little wrinkle, every little hair, every fiber, and all your mannerisms that make you who you are"

Echo

As civilized and orderly as he usually approaches things, here, in this situation, a nasty word or even a heavy object flies quickly in the direction of the harasser.

Echo feels such people as the scum of civilized society, to pick on people because of their appearance, is really the lowest level. He is particularly sensitive to this, because since the Citadel he has not exactly belonged to the so-called norm and has already had to listen to one or two nasty comments. If it concerns him, however, he usually has the calm and strength to simply overhear and ignore it.

Here, however, it's about you, and he can see how uncomfortable you feel, how the disgusting words get under your skin.

"You better run as fast as you talk shit, asshole".

But in his anger, he doesn't forget to take care of you either. Once he's taken care of the idiot, he takes your hand in his, brings it to his lips and kisses it gently.

"My wonderful Mesh'la, I'm so sorry, I hope you don't give ear to this nonsense".

Echo appreciates you in every way possible, as a lover, as a friend, as a person. He shows you that every day, he has a profound, loving respect for you. All in all, you can't feel ugly or unloved with him as a partner, he has a gentle hand for picking you up when you doubt yourself. And honestly, who could ever resist his sweet little, winning smile?

"Come, my beloved, we need a few more things for our romantic evening together. We should get candles too, don't you think?"

Wrecker

He is honestly surprised, he didn't expect this ugly hostility towards you, and he can't understand it at all. Wrecker adores you, and as it is when you are in love, you believe that the whole world sees your partner as you do. Wrecker learns here and now that this is not the case, and is quite shocked at first.

But then the anger boils up. When Wrecker asks somberly, "What did you just say to my partner?", most people usually run away.

Who wants to mess with such a beefy giant? Unless you might be a Wookie or of similar stature, but a Wookie would certainly never stoop to insulting someone because of their appearance.

Wrecker is not afraid to get his hands dirty, should the situation escalate, to deliver a few bloodcurdling blows here and there. But in general, he's actually a laid-back guy who doesn't get rattled by superficialities. He does, however, see red when it comes to you and especially when he can clearly see how much the matter is taking you down.

As soon as the harasser is put to flight, he devotes himself completely to you again.

"Hey sweetie, don't look so sad, that was just some idiot spouting nonsense, nothing more. You are stunning, in every way, he's just pissed because he can't have you".

He shows you his most loving, broadest smile.

"Come on, let me do something good for you. What would you like to do tonight?"

Tech

He has a surprisingly short fuse in this case, even if he otherwise seems rather orderly and calm. Tech is sensitive when it comes to attacks and insults of this kind. Being raised among so many brothers, all the same, as someone completely different has left a few scars.

It is not uncommon for Tech and his brothers to hear stupid sayings, to be called abnormalities, even freaks, and other unpleasant things. However, this has also created a certain skin. Attacks of this kind directed at him hurt, but are not worthy of a reaction from him. But now it is about you.

As I said, his fuse is suddenly very short. You are startled when he tasers the harasser without hesitation and leaves him in the dirt without comment. Tech won't let such an idiot scar you the way he's been scarred, too.

He gives you his warmest smile, strokes your cheek, and finally reaches for your hand.

"You are beautiful just the way you are, Cyare, the most beautiful being in this and every other galaxy, don't let anyone tell you otherwise".

Crosshair

"What did you shithead just say?"

Crosshair reacts quickly and aggressively. His posture changes, you can really feel it boiling under his skin, even if you're not touching him right now. He is so tense that you could swear you see sparks flying.

His posture makes you so nervous that you almost want to tell him to just ignore the guy, you don't want Crosshair to flip out in public, especially since you're supposed to be keeping a low profile.

Contrary to your expectations, Crosshair doesn't go after the man, his sharp gaze is enough to make the man walk backwards, slowly moving away from you, as if Crosshair is a predator that could attack him at any moment. The comparison is not so far-fetched.

He mumbles a curse or two to himself before taking a deep breath and turning back to you.

"Don't pout, little kitten, you can't be taking what that idiot said seriously."

He points to himself and says, "Hey, I'm by your side, I desire you, day and night, you can't be anything that bantha-shit eater said"

As you look up at him a little unsure, he says, "For all I care we can go find a hotel room right now, and I'll show you my love, in every detail, mesh'la"

What you don't know is that Crosshair won't let it go. As soon as he can, he goes looking, tracks down the guy and finally beats the shit out of him like he wanted to do from the start. He might come back to the Marauder one evening with a few bruises, but the other guy sure looks a lot worse. He won't really admit what happened if you ask him.

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"I Love You" "I Hate You" || Floch Forster

Synopsis - Floch loves you, but you don't love him. He's just your casual living sex toy.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Degradation. Slight Obsession If You Squint. Infatuation. Unprotected P In V Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Oral (F Receiving). Cum Eating. Filth.

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"You look so pretty underneath me right now Forster," you cooed as you bounced up and down on his cock. Floch couldn't do anything but moan as he watched your breasts bounce, completely in a trance. "It's a shame you're so ugly. Your cock is the best I've ever had."

"Really?" Floch asked, his eyes wide. He had selective hearing when it came to you. He ignored all the horrible, nasty things you said and focused on the positives you'd give him when you were in a good mood. Today must have been a good mood day.

"Yeah. So fucking big and girthy," you moaned, quickening your pace again. Your praise was enough to make Floch's cock twitch inside of you. "Do you like it when I praise you?" Floch nodded swiftly which caused you to laugh. "You're so pathetic."

"Pathetic for you," Floch moaned loudly.

"Shut your mouth," you rolled your eyes and clamped your hand over his mouth. "You're going to get us caught and I don't want people to know I'm fucking you."

"Sorry," he mumbled into your hand. He swallowed his pride whenever he was around you. You owned him and he knew that you knew that. You could walk him like a dog and he would thank you for it. You removed your hand from his mouth and stared down at him watching as the tears prickled in the corner of his eyes.

"Aweh what's wrong little baby?" You mocked with a grin.

"I'm going to cum again," Floch choked out, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. "Fuck Y/N you're going to make me cum again."

"Do you kiss your mummy with that mouth?" You snapped.

Floch shook his head rapidly, "no! Only you. Only ever you baby. Please Y/N, kiss me. Kiss me baby." He begged. You rolled your eyes in disgust but complied, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. The second your lips touched his, it sent Floch over the edge. He shot his thick ropes of cum inside of you and bucked his hips up in a desperate attempt to fuck it into you as deep as he could. The thought of you pregnant with his child drove Floch crazy and was something he always hoped for during these quick, intimate sessions you often had. "Oh my God," Floch growled as you bounced a few more time, squeezing the last of his cum out of his dick. You had thoroughly milked him dry.

You slowed your pace to a halt and looked at Floch somewhat sympathetically. "We're not done yet," you announced. "I've not cum myself yet. Don't get too caught up in your head. You might have a big cock but you have no idea how to use it."

"What do you want me to do?" Floch asked as he sat up on his knees, watching your every move intensely.

You laid down on your back and spread your legs widely. "You're going to eat my pretty little fucking cunt out until I cum all over your disgusting fucking face."

"Yes Ma'am," Floch whimpered, eyes half-lidded. He watched as his cum dripped from your weeping hole. Despite being thoroughly spent and definitely being no longer able to perform, after cumming three times, Floch felt his cock twitch between his leg.

"Well, don't just stare at me you moron," you snapped, pointing at your cunt.

"Sorry," he mumbled before nestling himself in-between your legs. His face was so close to your cunt he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He looked up at you before he dove in face first, tongue darting to your sensitive bundle of nerves straight away. He knew he wasn't the best at eating your cunt out, you'd definitely had better, but he tried his best to please you. That at least had to count for something, right? You let out a soft little sigh as he began to suck on your clit, lapping circles around it greedily. He pulled away from your clit and licked a stripe up your folds, wincing when he tasted his own, salty cum.

"Fuck Floch you're putting me to sleep," you groaned, looking down at him angrily.

"Sorry," he whimpered between licks. "I'll try harder, I promise."

Floch couldn't help but dive his tongue into your hole, practically eating his own cum. It made you smirk, knowing the lengths he would go to please you. "God you're so pathetic," you moaned quietly, wrapping your fingers in his red hair and forcing his face further into your cunt. Floch returned his attention to your clit, stroking a hand up your thigh until his digits met your entrance. As he flicked his tongue at your bud, he inserted two of his long, skinny fingers inside of you, forcing your back to arch slightly. He began moving his fingers inside, curling them up and fucking them into you at a rapid pace.

"That's better Floch," you smirked, closing your eyes as you let him work.

Floch removed his tongue from you and lifted his head, fingers still pumping inside of you as he spoke. "Say it again, please?"

"Floch?" You asked, unsure of whether he wanted you to say his name again, or repeat that what he was doing was better.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned, dipping his face back between your legs. He shook his head in-between your thighs sending a shockwave of pleasure up your cunt and throughout your body. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair as he continued eating you out like a man starved. Your eyes began to roll back in your head and your legs began to shake as your orgasm dawned on you. It only took Floch a few more sucks and nibbles of your clit before you were gushing all over his face whilst moaning his name repeatedly.

Floch removed his fingers from your cunt and lifted his head while opening his mouth. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched Floch desperately move his head in an attempt to catch every last drop of your juices. "That's it Floch, fucking take it like the little bitch you are." He nodded his head quickly before swallowing the liquid he had managed to catch, a breathless smirk laced his face. He was proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

Floch watched as you flopped your head down on the pillow and closed your eyes. "I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him.

"I hate you."

@holydayaria inspired me to write a small Floch fic with their most recent Yandere!Floch Forster which you can find here. Go give it, and them, some love!

Requests: OPEN. Feel free to send them in but please specify if you are requesting for SFW or NSFW.

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thelostgirl21 · 2 months

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I'm late to the party like you wouldn't believe, but I've got to say something, because I'm so upset!

Okay, unpopular opinion, I actually loved Jaskier's Season 3 hair!

Was it always perfectly styled? No. There were a few scenes where I personally thought it could have used a bit more volume, or a bit more volume in some places while a bit less in others; but, most or the time, I was more than fine with it, and thought it suited Jaskier well!

At times, I literally adored it!

Ex:

To me, those are moments where I thought Jaskier looked his best in the series! Loved the hair!

Then again, personally, I tend to prefer Joey's looks with his forehead cleared and his hair longer.

Like, this is I think one of the most gorgeous non-feral hairstyles I've ever seen on him:

(X)

This is an absolutely gorgeous man, and I personally prefer his hair styled like this than short.

(Note: I'm not saying he's not beautiful with short hair, too, simply stating personal preferences. Certain aesthetic choices are based on comfort, too, and he can 100% afford to sacrifice the "long haired look" for something that makes him feel more comfortable. He can rock plenty of different looks!)

Then, of course, there's the feral look that is just in its own category...

So why am I upset?

I've just found out that he didn't wear a wig in Season 3!

That Jaskier's Season 3 hair were simply Joey's own hair that he had decided to grow out.

And look, I'm fine with everyone having preferences!

That's not my issue. Having your own tastes and not being a fan of Joey's Season 3 hairstyle is not the issue at all!

There were posts simply mentioning that they hated that it looked so flat, when we could have been graced with something a bit more like this:

And I do get preferences when it comes to styling.

It's just that I recall how - since people assumed it was "an ugly wig" that had been forced on his head by the wig department, rather than what they considered "a bad hairstyle" - the comments on "Jaskier's hair" were at times downright nasty!

And I just gotta get out of my system that those of you that have been literally making fun of his "sudden 4-inches receeding hairline" (first I'll have you know I find receeding hairline pretty hot!), when it's kinda remained the same for 3 seasons (it's called BANGS people. Joey tends to wear those with his shorter haircuts! Look it up!), for example, really suck!

His hairline has always gone pretty far up on each side, even in some of his earlier work... Ex: Gopher in "Mount Pleasant" (2016):

Like he's got very thick hair that form a "V" shape at the top (my mom had that, but I didn't inherit it... And we've got tons of hair... Like, a lot! * ) and a pretty large forehead.

(That's me at 18, and then at 28 - before I brought them back to a lower back length - but my mom is the same in terms of thickness, she just has that V in the front I lack, and it never receeded any further in her life.)

And there would be no shame in having thin hair, or any form of baldness anyway!

So yeah! I remember sort of heavily ignoring all those "ugly wig" comments because I, too, had assumed it was a wig (turns out Joey's hair seem to be a bit like mine, and grow pretty fast), and at some point you choose your battles.

Did I think a bunch of you were immature assholes for needing to hate on that "ugly wig" so much? Yes. But you find those in any fandom!

Personally, I thought "the wig" was awesome!

But now, I kinda regret not having taken the time to be more supportive of Jaskier's Season's 3 hair given I actually like it...

Because that's just a (very sweet) human being's hair, that was styled in a way that a number of people didn't like.

Again, zero problem for those that thought it was badly styled, and that the look didn't suit Jaskier!

Critiquing what you find a "bad hairstyle" is no cause for shame!

But, for those of you that took it to the next level with all those "ugly wig" comments, you fucking suck, I sure hope you've since found out that you'd been openly ridiculing a fellow human being's real hair, that it makes you feel like complete pieces of shit, and that feeling like complete pieces of shit is going to help you learn from your mistakes, before you start attacking other people's personal physical features in the future!

"Well, I didn't know!"

Here's today's lesson:

When you don't know, please kindly shut up and assume the hair you see is the real thing!

Or critique the wig like you would a real hairstyle, asking yourself "Hmm... Is describing someone's real hair the way I do going to make me sound like a bully?"

Like I said, I'm aware I'm pretty late to the party, but the the kid in me that got heavily bullied in school over her own hair really needed to get it out of her system!

#Joey Batey #Jaskier #'s hair in Season 3 #I remember Joey mentioning in an interview that people just kept “asking about the hair” this season #And most of the time it wasn't really a question...#No wonder he went “People ask me all the time: Wow! Joey! You're so good at baking!” I his video #If people tend to ask him questions that are non questions...#But yeah I'm kinda sad about it...#Hope the fact that the “hair comments” left him confused was because he didn't read the online ones...#Just had interviewers go “Season 3 hair...” implying there was something odd about it and somehow waiting for Joey to elaborate.#I actually saw one of those interviews where the interviewer was kind of implying there was something wrong with it #without explaining what was wrong with it...#Like everyone assumes Joey didn't like his Season 3 hairstyle and gets why they are all getting stuck on the hair...#So anyway he just explained the intent behind the look.#But yeah it kinda sucks the way there was like this massive negative reaction to his hairstyle when I literally can't find anything wrong #with it...#It's not even that far from his usual look (just a bit more ironed)...#The fuck happened with the hair...#My Post #My Thoughts

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fan-mans · 3 months

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I made a rant in my server a bit ago about some of my ships so I'm posting them today cause they're true and I love them

Here's the burnt bread one

starting with joe:

He's had a tough life... he went to catholic school where he was shamed and bullied for being weird and disabled and different and despite his mother and sister's love, they couldn't protect him from the trauma that gave him. On top of that, he's trans, which made him even MORE vulnerable to abuse... so he decided he HAS to be 'normal', no exceptions and shamed himself away from all the things he's naturally attracted to for years.

On top of that, being trans made him more scared of his sexuality, made him feel like the only way to be a real man was to throw out all his 'feminine' traits, especially his attraction to men. This leads him into some nasty relationships.

Here, all of his partners control him, tell him that if he wants affection, he must please them and ignore his own wants because he needs to 'man up'. Even the few men he does date do this, holding themselves over him and slowly breaking his spirit under the weight of their demands of servitude.

Throughout his life, joe learns that to be loved means he must forget himself, hide and crush what makes him different and please everyone he can.

When he enters the wvba at 25, he stops dating- too busy with work. And after his first match, his one win against nick bruiser of all people, he slowly goes down. He gets weaker physically and in spirit- he can barely defend himself against people shitting on him, let alone against the other boxers. He feels pathetic, weak, and worthless.

And he DOES have the strength to fight- he's constantly protecting his friends and the things he loves, standing up to assholes for people or causes and be truly terrifying... but he can't do it for himself, because he doesn't see a reason to defend who he is

Aran has had a similar life. While he's loved by his family and some friends, the outside world has been unkind to him.

His love life has been hellish, being denied the ability to express his love to his partners because it's too weird or over the top. And when he was allowed, he was told to be grateful. He was hurt and told that it was love, forced into things he hated and told it was good for him. And again and again he tried to squeeze into the right boxes and failed. On top of all that, he's dealing with a lot of untreated trauma and mental illness but he refuses to go to doctors because he's lost all trust in them.

But, instead of curling inward on self hatred, aran responded by exploding out.

If the world didn't want him how he was- he was going to make himself completely unpalatable except to the most diehard people. He emphasized his weird, ugly ways, hoping to push all away so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone anymore. Sure, he has 'friends' but he never truly trusts them, holds them at a distance and bears his teeth when they get too close.

Aran learned love from someone who isn't his own flesh and blood was basically a lie- only found through sheer luck. He couldn't trust people and was alone in this world. He had to lie and cheat and cross his fingers because that's what living is. He bites and growls without shame and cheats because he knows he's an animal and needs to survive.

And yet, he CAN be gentle! He's gentle with children and even other people, his family, the few outside it he trusts. He lets himself cry at night when no one is around but his dog and be sad and scared, but alone.

And then... they find each other

it's tense at first

Joe doesn't know how to talk to people well and aran is untrusting and standoffish. But joe mentions dropping out young, or a horror movie and peaks aran's interest. And the more they talk the more they realize how similar their lives are. How much they understand about each other's pain and fears and lives just by sheer coincidence.

Joe takes it as a sign, aran just thinks they're the luckiest bitches on earth.

So they grow close, and by doing so, find healing.

(I have fic ideas based on some of these scenarios so :P)

Aran sees joe's weird side and embraces it, ENCOURAGES it. He pushes joe because the joy on his face when he feels free is the most beautiful thing in the world. He see's joe's anger and pushes it forward, tells him he's worth something no matter how he is and helps him learn to love himself.

And joe sees aran break, the terrifying walls he's built up crumble, and he embraces it. He holds aran and lets him cry on his shoulder. He embraces his weirdness and takes pleasure in seeing his art and his uncouth ways. And he especially loves holding him down and holding his hand when he needs it.

And goddamn do they WANT each other. They want each other so bad and have no clue how to say it because deep down they're both scared of ruining the wonderful thing they have together and losing the one thing making their lives better

Surprisingly, it's joe who cracks first.

At this point, joe's more physically healthy and confident than he's ever been in years. But stress is building up in his heart. He's so grateful for aran, he knows what the other has done for him, but others just don't see it- most of his minor circuit friends don't believe him when he says aran's been helping him and still fear aran, still try and get him away because they're sacred aran is truly the monster he presents himself to be>

But joe... he snaps- now, he's stopped caring, he KNOWS that what he wants matters and what he wants is aran

(Leading to this juicy bit of dialogue)

Joe: “You may not be what I need- you may not even be what’s good for me! But dear god you are everything I want. And for once in my life, I refuse to deny myself that!”

And fuck does aran need to hear that

He'd never known that he could not only be loved like this- or even actively WANTED as himself. So he just kisses joe and holds him, very much trying not to cry.

And in the end things turn out fine. Aran drops his walls and joe builds up his strength even more. Aran goes to therapy and gets meds and opens up for once, allowing those 'friendships' to become real and give him even more strength. Joe embraces himself and becomes so blindingly happy and free it's impossible to ignore. He stands up for himself- he fucking moves up in the circuit and matches with goddamn hondo!!

Of course, there IS a little drama when they reveal their relationship...

The minor circuit freaks a bit. Esp kaiser who gets real jelly cause he had a crush on joe.

The world circuit is supportive, even sandy who had a crush on joe too but sees how happy aran makes him and so he's happy too.

Don wants in on the relationship and fails (rip, they have enough issues sorry don).

Disco, hugger and hippo are all hesitant but chill when hondo gets some reasoning into them

And tiger is undisturbed, even a little happy now that kaiser is free.

After a while kaiser gets over it and makes up with joe and aran. He actually gets really happy for them, esp after realizing that him and who joe truly is just wouldn't be compatible as lovers but are still great friends. He actually thanks aran for helping joe become so happy and respects him a lot for it.

And they all lived happily ever after the end :)

#RAAAAGH #these guys are on my brain all the time and I love them sm #glass joe #aran ryan #burnt bread #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #my hcs

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sigbookofpoems · 1 year

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Pomefiore with a s/o who almost died

⊹ pairing: vil schönheit, rook hunt, epel felmier

⊹ genre: angst/fluff

⊹ warnings: car accident, death mentions, physically hurt, blood and things of this nature

⊹ summary: so if they find their s/o after their almost passed away 💭

⊹ a/n: I saw a video on youtube how I can't play the game and the idea came; the video: [ https://youtu.be/jQ2Qaskh15E ]; gn!reader

✨ Vil Schöenheit

Vil never imagined this could happen. He swore you would never get hurt beside him, well, until his overblot came. That damn breakdown what happens to magic users, he can't believe HE was the one who got close enough to you and hurt you. Only the one who swore protection to you. Vil feels ugly and nasty looking at what he did, when he wakes up after being defeated the first thing he sees is your unconscious body lying in Rook's arms next to him, asking him to wake up. He quickly sits up scared ignoring everything around him. You look so ethereal and beautiful filled of blood. Vil tries to take you in his arms desperately but Rook doesn't let him, screaming for him to stay calm, after all he ended up having an overblot and almost died with you. Jamil is the wisest here, opposite Kalim and Epel who are crying and scared by what happened. Jamil tries to help Rook soothe things, though he is worried too. Finally, they decide to get him to the hospital before it's too late. Against his will, Vil agrees, not wanting the worst to happen to his lover. Every day he came to the hospital to check how you was, every time seeing your pure face sleeping innocently with a bunch of scars on your beautiful skin. He never forgives himself for that, he feels a huge guilt, it's like everything is more empty without you. One half of him disappears with you. When you wake up, he's skipping class at the hospital - something he never did. Vil was holding you hand while reading a book he kown you like - meant to feel like you were there with him - when he felt a familiar squeeze on his hand. He glanced at the pages and saw your eyes flickering slightly, snapping open in explicit confusion. Vil is a little excited and relieved that you haven't left him behind. Oh God, how he waited for you. He threw the book to the bedside table, looking at you and returning your touch. He tries not to lose his composure, but fails when huge tears start to fall from his eyes and run down his face. You finally regain all your consciousness, looking at him with forgiveness in your eyes. Vil lowers his head resting it it on yours hands, shaking and apologizing to what he did to you.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, darling." he says, crying in grief.

"It's okay, my love. It's not all your fault. Don't worry, I'm here. With you. All it's going to be okay..♡" you finish. stroking his hair with difficulties but a lot of love while Vil put a little kiss on your hand.

🏹 Rook Hunt

Happened on Vil's overblot too. You were helping Epel and your boyfriend to defeat the corrupted Vil's form when you were hitted. Rook lets a loud scream out and freeze in time watching it not being able to do anything. He was a bit of confuse and lost, he don't known if he must run to you and protect you or continue the battle to save his closiest friend. Epel is the one who take him out of trance, screamming to him to take care while he push Rook for not become the next. Rook asks to Jamil and Kalim to take you to a secure place. You're awake yet when Kalim catches you in his arms and run with you far away. Soon you pass out. When you wake up, you doesn't remember anything. You look around and don't see nothing, just a clean white room. You try to move yourself, feeling yourself sore, weak and tired, quitting the idea of sits yourself in the bed. So you decide to move your eyes down, where you see a familiar hat on top of your belly. You end up moving your hand to it, passing your fingers on the feathers, remembering who it belonged to. A few minutes passes and you're almost falling asleep when you hear a low whistle coming closer and closer to you. You were petting Rook's hat missing him by your side until you looked towards the door and saw him entering the room. When Rook has just closed the door he turns around and sees you lying there. Freezing as he found his eyes on theirs. He puts his hand in front of his mouth, shocked and happy to see you awake. Rook walks onto you, bending down and kissing your hand. After he pulls you into a careful hug scared of hurting you. He was so alleviated that you were fine. He didn't get really mad with Vil. He couldn't do it. But see you stunned makes him feel weird for a long time, although he forgives him and Vil have helped him to move on.

"Oh mon amour, finally you woke up! I was so scared of losing you, my beautiful one!" Rook says to you tightening your hug and kissing your check.

🍎 Epel Felmier

(I used a lot of google translate to write it 'cause the traffic rules and terms, so it could not be so good)

Epel took you to a motorcycle ride at night. It's drizzling a bit, but without trace that it's could become a storm. You once told him that you'd like rain and night drives, so why not do this while the rain wasn't bad yet. This is why Epel decided to do it with you. He just didn't expect it can become so catastrophic. Epel knew that he couldn't drive with with low beams at night, but he did it anyway, in order to increase the adrenaline. That's the reason you two went to the hospital in the end of the night. According you two were driving the rain starts to thicken but you two are so excited for doing it that you didn't care about. At one point Epel went to accelerate on the curve of the street to pass over a puddle of water for squirt it, so was here where all happen. Was on that moment when the motorcycle you were on skidded and you both ended up falling on a rough slope and getting a quite of hurts. Epel was the less bad one between you two, he was the one who saw you lying bloodied and unconscious on the ground near to him. He feels a huge guilt seeing you in that condition. Having then to take responsibility and call the ambulance. So you and Epel went to the hospital having their proper treatments, both of you get better fast. Epel stays by your side the whole time you're there and it doesn't take long before you wake up. When you wake the first thing that you see is your boyfriend coming to embrace you, apologizing for not being more careful hanging out with you. You two make up about it and you say to him pay more attention next time. He was grateful that you weren't mad with him 'cause it. More happy that you alive, knowing that both of you could die in this. At the end, you and Epel finish leaving the hospital having to hear a sermon by Vil of how Epel didn't can drive 'cause his irresponsability, especially for putting his partner through it. Even Vil was the most worried one.

my creativity started to fade while I'm writing it so it could be not that good- but I'm glad that you read this!!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst wonderland #twst vil #twst epel #twst rook #twst pomefiore

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gl00mystarz · 1 year

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Ah, that's superb! Well then, I would like to request a Sean with a Male!Reader who learns about the Readers chest scars (you know, because he's trans :0) but if you don't feel like you are able to do that, then a Male!Rrader who has cheesy one-liners, is getting flirt back by Sean and Reader is learning on that day that they are very easily getting flustered by a silly scottish accent :]

Yes!! I myself as a trans man love writing trans readers!!

Plus I love Sean, Sean is amazing and the love of my life <3

CW; swearing, mentions of scars and transphobia (not from Sean<3), injury, Micah (/hj)

WC; too tired <3

Battle Scars, sorta ya know?

See, Sean was a rather nosy fellow, at least that's what he'd often say about himself. So of course, he had heard many stories about some scars you kept hidden on your chest, and no one knew the real reason they were there. So he was a little curious, taking it upon himself one late night at the camp, while you were off by yourself fixing up your latest wound. He asked you "Oi, how'd ya get those scars if ye don't mind me askin'?" you of course sighed, a little too caught up in your injury to want to answer, but of course, your little crush on the Irishman got in the way, so you figured why not. You knew he'd blab to the whole camp, but you didn't care. You knew the gang would love and accept you anyhow. It was just Sean you wanted to still love you.

Despite everything, and how the Irishman may act, you loved him dearly, Sean made you feel whole in a way you couldn't quite understand, but nonetheless, you trusted him. So you turned your attention to him, looking at him skeptically before sighing "They're crude top surgery scars, Sean, I wasn't ya know.." you began to trail off, unsure of how to word the next part in a way you were sure the; probably drunk, Irishman could understand. "I wasn't born a man Sean, I'm just as much a man as you.. or Arthur, just born different." At this Sean seemed to think for a moment, only to open his mouth and be cut off by Micah. "What she's sayin' ya drunk bastard is she's a fake man."

You had chosen to ignore Micah's crude commentary and went back to tending your wound, becoming completely turned off from the conversation. You expect Sean to laugh, but instead, he seemed to get.. angry? "Whatcha talkin' bout man? He's jus as much a man as you or me. 'Fact, thinkin' he's more a man than you, ya dirty rat." Giving Micah his normal smile he spoke once more "Why dontcha scram now fore I bust ya ugly fuckin' face in, yeah?" You could see the look of shock on Micah's face, and it made you laugh a bit as the aforementioned man skulked off to somewhere else in the camp, probably to bother another poor soul. Though your heart beat wildly in your chest; giving Sean an appreciative smile "Thanks Sean, means a lot to me."

Sean looked at you almost bewildered "Why wouldn't I protect ya? You means a lot to me ya know. Wouldn't want that nasty ol' bastard to ruin how you're feeling." He looked around a bit before a cheeky smile popped up on his face "Does that mean ya have the lady bits like the other girls in camp? or would they be your man bits?" Of course, Sean had to end it off with you laughing, shaking your head, and almost wincing at the pain shooting through you from your injury, but you're glad he always knew how to keep your mood light. If anything, you wouldn't trade your spunky Irishman for anyone in the whole world, you were glad it was him you ended up falling in love with, and you always would be.

#sean rdr2 #sean x male reader rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 sean #sean mcguire #x male reader #male reader #rdr2 fluff

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sybilius · 1 month

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I think I might use the poppies to fill in my pollinator patch. The current patch has a good selection of native plants I added last year, but still suffers from the grass ingrow that I tore out last year, and I'm not sure how the native plants I put in last year will spread. It has the advantage of being in full sun, which will serve the poppies well, and if all goes well it will fill in the excess space, giving it more of an earnest cottage-y look rather than (plant) (plant) (water source for pollinators) (plant). I think the poppies I'm trying out are annuals anyways, and the other beds I'm looking at I'd rather slowly work in some permanent perennials so I don't have to work too hard next year.

Other possibilities:

Front bed, full sun, shares space with tulips, crocus, daffodils. I'd rather sow this with perennials if I could

Front bed on the other side, full sun, but hasn't been cleared of weeds and I have a deep and nasty problem with an unidentified weed there. I'm inclined to buy some native pollinator starts from my favourite shop this year and try to re-take that bed.

Top bed near the entrance to my house. Partial shade and previously overrun with that stupid weed. I tore out the weed in depth last fall, and covered it with both mulch and tarp over winter. It's still mostly covered apart from a small corner where I put in some hyacinth bulbs. My plan is to monitoring the hyacinth growth and how / whether the new weed comes in, and then maybe try to restore that corner with some more attractive native plants.

Side beds in the back. Partial shade. Part of the disadvantage with fussing with this area is it's kind of an ugly part of the house that no one really sees unless they're fussing with the hose. I'll probably ignore that, or at best throw some native perennial seeds at it if I have extras.

#personal #gardening

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fromriches-tosin · 9 months

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but do you think that Jean would actually bring that on an argument? I feel like they argue UGLY they might have stupid little disagreements (that might not help due to Jean's personality) like picture this Jean is making breakfast and Reiner is like "oh! I was feeling more X food" and Jean petty ass drops the pan like cook it yourself if you want it so bad and leaves and Reiner is all ??? What's up his ass but he knows that in five minutes Jean is fine again like that type of stupid disagreements but when they are serious which I don't think it happens a lot yeah they go nasty at each other often forgetting the point of the argument and just focusing on who can hurt most the other

and jean has a big mouth petty snarky bitch 😤 and Reiner is very much inestable and super sentimental so he suffers the most when they fight that being said he's not a saint either HE FIGHTS BACK (in my headcanon at least 🤓)

continuation of this

I don't think canon Jean would ever use Marco's death against Reiner. He's too good of a person to bring that up just to hurt him during a petty argument. He also knows that there would be no turning back; Reiner wouldn't be able to forget something like that, and their relationship would most probably end right there and then. So, yeah, using Marco's death is definitely the most toxic thing a fanfic Jean could be capable of doing when pushed too far. But I really can't fathom what Reiner would have to do in order to anger him that much.

The cooking scenario is something that definitely happens more than once because Jean is a temperamental bitch, but... that's just part of his charm, you know? He's lovely, he's loyal, he's caring, but he's still an asshole with insecurities who is on constant alert and loves to blow things out of proportion. And I think Reiner has to be ready for that if he seriously considers being with him. Jean loves to quarrel and bicker, and Reiner simply has to keep up with him. Or... maybe he even (not so secretly) enjoys that? Reiner is a smart dude, he has his ways to calm Jean down or use the fact that he's a little too excited to his advantage. And Jean definitely doesn't take those little fights to heart; like you said, five minutes later he's back to normal.

Those regular, little blowouts keep the bigger and more serious ones from happening. Whenever Jean feels wronged somehow, he speaks up, so that he can get it off his chest and clear the air. He also encourages Reiner to do the same because Reiner is way more composed by nature and has a tendency to bottle up his emotions. Reiner keeps quiet when something feels wrong – and lashes out when he finally becomes overwhelmed. I've discussed this before, but when it comes to jealousy:

If Jean sees Reiner talking to someone, and gets jealous, he approaches them immediately, throws an arm over Reiner's shoulder and demands to be introduced. "Oh, we haven't met before, have we? I'm Reiner's BOYFRIEND". It's very awkward for everyone involved, but Jean gets what he wants. When the situation is reversed, Reiner at first tries to ignore the nervous feeling in his stomach, but quickly becomes insecure and starts brooding in the background, hoping Jean will notice him. If the situation drags on, Reiner's anxiety turns into anger. He suddenly approaches Jean and drags him outside without a word of explanation.

That's why Jean teaches Reiner the importance of speaking his mind before some little issue turns into a big problem. And Reiner teaches Jean how to chill out in return. They are a really good match in that aspect. They could really work as a couple because of how well they balance each other out.

"Perfectly balanced, as all things should be" :))

#thanks for the ask ✨#reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons

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yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo · 2 years

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Just Clowning Around (CONTENT WARNING: H0M0PH03IC SLURS, HUMILIATION, BULLYING)

"Very well done, Ms Adarna! That was an amazing match!" praised the ref, entering the locker room. Adarna smiled. "Thank you!" she replied, tying her hair back into a ponytail. She'd just won a match against Von Kaiser and was feeling pretty pleased with her victory.

"Afraid you can't get too comfy just yet, you're on again in a couple of hours against Celeste" the ref said. Adarna sighed. The ref gave her a look of sympathy and patted her on the back. "I'm sorry..." he whispered before leaving.

Adarna opened up her locker and pulled out a soft brown sweater. She quickly put it on and searched for her mobile. She hummed a tune to herself while she searched, occasionally glancing around to see if anyone was around to talk to.

"Get him in the face! Do it!"

Adarna froze for a moment. Who was that? She closed her locker and looked around. There wasn't anybody nearby.

"Hello?" she called out. No response. "Hello?" she called again, a little louder. Nothing. She shrugged it off and turned back to her locker.

"Look at him! What an ugly bender!"

'What!? Who would say such a horrible thing!?' she thought. The sound of laughter echoed from the far left of the locker room. Not kind, happy laughter. This was cruel, mocking laughter. She began rushing to the sound of the noise.

There was a small crowd of people, holding cellphones and laughing. Buckets of rotten food were laid beside them, all slimy and reeking to high heaven. Stood in front of the crowd was a sorry looking man with gothic clown make-up. His clothes were covered in gross stains and smudges.

They laughed and pointed at him. "Alright, who's ready for his pretty new make-over~?" cooed one of the crowd members, an ugly, stringy man with a stubby chin and a crooked nose. He picked up a heavy bucket off the ground and stood in front of the poor clown.

"On your knees, faggot!" he hissed. The clown didn't budge. "You heard him you complete fag! On your knees!" spat a nasty girl in the crowd. The clown sighed and obliged.

Without warning, the man dumped a huge, slimy mess of galaxy-coloured glitter glue and sludge over his head. The poor clown grimaced and retched at the stench. They all cackled hatefully and shoved their phones in his face.

"C'mon now Clownie! Smile for the camera sweetheart~!"

"Awwww poor wittle bender doesn't like his new make-up! What a pathetic loser!"

"Who's a pretty boy then~? Give your fans a smile~!"

"You're a clown! Make us laugh you pathetic joke!"

Adarna couldn't bear to watch this any longer. She charged forward and stepped in front of the man protectively. "UY! TANTANAN NIYO NA NGA SIYA, ANONG KLASENG TAO KAYO!?" she bellowed, burning with red hot rage. (Translation: HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE, WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS ARE YOU!?)

The crowd sniggered. "Who's this silly little tart then?" asked the stringy man, smirking. "Go on birdie, fly away back to where you came from" taunted a fat girl with greasy plaits. "Learn to speak English you stupid floozy!" hollered a guy in a baseball cap.

Adarna glared over the crowd. The clown sighed and tried to nudge Adarna away. "S’il vous plaît, mademoiselle, ils ne vous feront que vous blesser..." he mumbled. Adarna ignored him. (Loose translation: Please, miss, they'll only hurt you too...)

"All of you should be ashamed of yourselves! How dare you call this poor man such horrid things!?" she yelled, wrapping an arm around Clown's greasy, sticky shoulder. The crowd chortled with cruel laughter.

"Oooooh! Lookie here! Miss Birdie over here thinks she can turn us!" cackled the stringy man. "For your information, it's Adarna" Adarna hissed. "As if we give a shit! You're just a stupid little hoochie to us!" spat the fat girl.

"As if you can say much! Take a look in the mirror for once in your life!" Adarna scolded. The girl laughed and shoved her phone into Adarna's face. "Guys! Check out this floozy, she thinks she can defend the poor wittle faggot!" she smirked.

Adarna knocked the phone out of her hand. It cracked against the floor and echoed around the room. She glared coldly at the girl. "Kayo ay mga walang hiyang mang-aapi! Paano kayo nasisiyahan manggulo sa ibang tao!?" she roared. (Translation: You're just a good for nothing bully! How can you take pleasure in being so cruel to someone else!?)

"Hey floozy, speak fucking English!" hollered someone from the nasty crowd. "I think it's time someone taught you to shut up, you feathered bitch" snarled the fat girl. She drew her arm back and swung. Adarna was quick to dodge and immediately slugged her in the face.

The stringy man tried to grab her from behind but she swivelled around quick enough to knock him out too. The others looked on with defeated, befuddled looks. The clown simply observed the whole scene, his face blank and expressionless.

"Kapag tinawagan niyo pa siya ng mga pangalan na ganon, pagsisisihan niyo yan" Adarna hissed "Sisiguraduhin ko" the hecklers all glared at her. "Come on everybody... This bitch isn't worth it..." said the baseball hat guy. (Translation: If you ever call him those names again, you'll regret it. Mark my words)

They all got up and trailed out, hurling petty insults at both Adarna and the clown. The fat girl tried hurling a rotten egg at her but the clown quickly took the hit instead. Once they left, he sighed heavily and began ambling away.

"H-Hey! Wait up!" Adarna called, following after him. The man turned around to face her. "Qu’est-ce que c’est?" he asked. "Do you need any spare clothes or anything?" she asked. He shook his head. (Loose translation: What is it?)

"Je le fais toujours, c’est une chose assez courante pour moi" he admitted, wiping a smear of foul sludge off of his cheek. Adarna winced. "You poor thing..." she mumbled, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. He tried to nudge her away again. (Loose translation: I always do, it's a pretty common thing for me)

"Ah, non s’il vous plaît vous n’avez pas à le faire" he said, gently moving her hand away "Je n’ai pas l’air ou l’odeur de la pêche en ce moment..." he tried to shuffle away again. "Hold on! Can I at least get your name?" Adarna called, hurrying after him again. (Loose translation: Ah, no please you don't have to. I don't look or smell peachy at the moment...)

The clown thought for a moment. "Claude" he replied "Claude Le Beau, un nom ironique car je ne suis certainement pas une beauté" he chuckled, looking a bit upset. "I think you're quite beautiful" Adarna said, smiling warmly "I'm Adarna, by the way" she added.

Claude couldn't help but smile back. "C’est très gentil de votre part de dire, mademoiselle Adarna" he said softly. Adarna gently took him by the hand and led him to a nearby sink. She flicked on the taps as he ducked his head under the water in an attempt to rinse out the stinking slop from from his hair. (Loose translation: That's very sweet of you to say, miss Adarna)

"Here, let me help" Adarna chirped, rinsing out Claude's dark black hair as best as she could. "Merci" Claude thanked, splashing his face. "Feeling better?" she asked. He nodded, a faint smile appearing on his greyed out lips.

"Vous n’avez vraiment pas eu à faire ça, mademoiselle Adarna" he replied. "Of course I had to, I couldn't forgive myself if I just stood there and watched" Adarna said, softly "I've had the same thing happen to me before, it's not pleasant" she shuddered, remembering the whole Novio incident. (Loose translation: You really didn't have to do this, miss Adarna)

"Je suis désolé que cela vous soit arrivé, Adarna" Claude sighed, wrapping an arm around her. She smiled warmly at this gesture. "Okay na ako, sigurado ako na hindi na mangyayari yon" she said "Sana ganun rin para sa iyo..." Claude sighed somberly. (Translation: I'm okay now, I'm sure it's not going to happen again. I hope the same goes for you...)

"J’ai peur qu’ils reviennent un jour pour me tourmenter à nouveau..." he muttered "Mais ne pensons pas à ça, ils sont partis maintenant grâce à vous" he rummaged around in his pockets for a moment. "Have you lost something?" Adarna asked, curiously. (Loose translation: I'm afraid they'll be back again someday to torment me again... But let's not think about that, they're gone now thanks to you)

He pulled out a beautiful feather from his pockets and handed it to her. "Un petit quelque chose pour se souvenir de moi, mon numéro est attaché autour de la pointe" he explained, pointing to a small piece of paper tied to the tip of said feather. (Loose translation: A little something to remember me by, my number is tied around the tip)

She smiled and carefully placed the feather in her pocket. "Maraming maraming salamat sa iyo, ikinagagalak kitang nakilala" she beamed. Claude offered his hand to her. "Peut-être que vous et moi pourrions peut-être nous revoir un jour ou l’autre?" he asked. (Translations: A: "Thank you very much, it's been a pleasure meeting you" C: "Maybe you and I could see each other again one day?")

"Of course! I look forward to seeing you again!" she chirped, shaking his hand. He gave her one final smile before stalking off to his locker to find a clean shirt. The ref suddenly came running down the hallway.

"There you are! Where have you been?" he gasped, leaning against a locker door to catch is breath. "Sorry, I was... Helping a friend" Adarna said, smiling. "That's kind of you" the ref replied, smiling back "The match starts in 20 minutes so I'd start getting ready if I were you" he darted off again, looking for someone else.

Adarna watched him leave and made her way back to her locker. She took the feather out from her pocket, looked down at it and smiled.

"Buti na lang tinulungan ko siya..." (translation: I'm so glad I helped him)

(Author's note: Thank you all for reading this! This is kind of an intro for a new oc that I haven't done a bio for but hey this was much more fun. Big thank you to @nesssblog for letting me use Adarna, helping me translate her Filipino lines and drawing the art for this fic! Once again, hope you enjoyed!)

#punch out #oc story #adarna #sad clown #my ocs

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squirrelno2 · 1 year

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Jesse Lives AU - pt 2

There is currently no title for this, since it's just little snippets I'm throwing out here and there (I am literally typing these up in Tumblr, rip) but! A continuation to this post, featuring some outsider pov and the aftermath of the Venator crash

Next: 3

He'd only meant to pick through the wreckage and find a few parts to sell. It had been a nasty crash, but there were always salvageable pieces if you knew where to look. He didn't expect the graveyard that awaited him when he got off his speeder.

Rows of clone helmets, meticulously painted but scratched by weather and war, mounted above neat mounds of dirt. Normally, clones got mass graves after the Republic forces had gone, or (so he'd heard) were launched into space with a pretty send-off from their Jedi leaders. This was neither of those. There was a survivor somewhere out here.

Of course, with any luck, they were probably dead now, too. Jale ignored the twinge of conscience his mother would want him to feel and carefully skirted the makeshift cemetery on his way to the ship itself.

It would be hard to dig through, at the angle it had driven itself into the ground, but Jale liked a challenge. He dropped his pack to the ground and rummaged through, looking for the right gear.

"Don't move."

Jale slowly raised his hands. He didn't have to look to know when a blaster was pointed at his back.

"I'm not a threat to you," he said. Survivor or fellow salvager? Both might be equally desperate, but they would want very different things.

"And why is that?"

"For one thing, your blaster is easier to reach than mine. Can I turn around so we can talk properly?"

There was a long pause. More paranoid than the usual types who came out to wrecks like these, then. Survivor was looking more likely.

"Fine."

The first thing Jale noticed was the tattoo, and the ugly wound bisecting it. It looked like it had once been the Republic cog - Imperial cog? Whatever. It was a weird thing to put on your own head, to Jale's mind. Then he looked over the person beneath the tattoo - a wide-eyed, half-terrified expression on his otherwise attractive face (even with the regrettable tattoo); steady hands on the blaster; and of course, the blue-painted clone armour.

"You're the survivor."

"What are you doing out here?"

"I am a salvage worker -"

"You're a scavenger."

Jale really hated that word.

"I find parts that are still functional and I make sure they go to good homes," he said sourly. The clone scowled.

"You're picking parts off the dead. I call that scavenging."

"Well, does it look like the dead are using any of it?" Jale burst out. He flinched as the clone's finger twitched on the trigger.

"I'm going to assume," he said tightly. "That you're just an idiot."

That sounded uncomfortably like Jale's mother some days. He tried not to pout.

"I've got a speeder and you haven't," he said. "The only idiot is the guy who doesn't play nice with me."

The clone's expression darkened further. Jale raised his eyebrows. The cockier he looked, he'd found, the less people wanted to mess with him. Nobody wanted to find out why somebody as stick-thin as him was so unafraid, so they never found out it wasn't for any real reason at all.

"What planet is this?"

"It's a moon," Jale said.

"What moon is this, then?"

Jale figured he'd better not push his luck, with the way this clone looked.

"I can't pronounce the name," he said. "We're orbiting Ithor."

The clone seemed to be doing some kind of calculation in his head.

"You have a ship?"

"I have transport," Jale hedged. He had a shady merchant waiting for him who expected to be paid in parts for the ride back home. On the bright side, at least the speeder was his.

"Is it just you?"

"Up here it is," Jale said. "I don't work with people, usually. Look, I assume all these questions are because you've realised that I'm your only chance at getting off this rock, so let's cut to the chase. You let me dig through the wreck, find what I need, and I'll make sure it covers your passage home, too."

"Home," the clone muttered, like he didn't realise he was saying it. "I can't - I have to find my captain."

Jale looked behind him at the rows of graves.

"He's not out there?"

The clone scoffed. Jale shrugged defensively. How was he meant to know?

"I'm not letting you pick this ship apart," the clone said. "It's Republic property."

"What Republic?" Jale snorted. "How long have you been out here?"

The clone stared at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, voice shaking. "What does that mean, 'what Republic?'"

#'what planet is this' jesse asks #meanwhile me frantically searching wookieepedia like 'give me a fucking SECOND jesse PLEASE'#anyway fun fact this is the only published instance of a clone being viewed from a fully outside pov in my work #(ven doesnt count bc shes literally being raised by clones so)#jesse lives au #star wars #clone wars #fanfic #arc trooper jesse #also i think that all plot relevant locations in star wars ought to be named. where the FUCK is this moon. what is it. its fine #i just made shit up #Jale (oc)

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kagejima · 1 year

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So far she was the best 😭😭 sad but I had worse, like at least she validates my feelings. I had other therapist give me example of kids who are born without limbs or telling me that I'm young and pretty so I should live my life??? Like?? I was at the hospital too. I'll try and search for someone else. I also talk with my psychiatrist when I have appointments and she's understanding. Or at least she's doing a good job?? Idek at this point. I had some doctors that would focus on some things more than other. Like idk I have more than one mental illness 😭 so they said let's focus on depression for now, or this antidepressants work for your ocd too, while my current doctor paid attention to my ocd too. It's hard. I thought that once I go to doctors, I will find a cure quickly, but after years I'm met with the fact that mental illness it's so hard to treat. And sometimes you just have to learn how to manage it your whole life which sucks. :/

I wish I was at least born pretty 😭 literally everytime I get out of the house someone calls me ugly or makes a mean comment. It was horrible back in school. I was bullied so bad. And frankly I never liked the way I look, but they can just ignore me you know?? The men are the worst. They would go out of their way to let me know how ugly they think I am. And most of the times I wasn't even interacting with them??? I don't get it. It was hard seeing how they'd flirt with my friends but call me ugly. That made things awkward for my friends too.

Wish I had at least money lmao. I resent my parents for having kids. My whole family actually. Cause their parents pressured them into getting married and having kids yada yada cause that's what you're suppose to do? And they had 3 😭 :/ and now I'm fucked. And somehow it's still my fault for being unreasonable and mean?? All my life I felt guilty, I deserve to feel angry now.

Sorry for the long rant. I keep on saying the same thing to my therapist too but I still don't feel any better . And I'm getting old, I'll soon be 27 :(

:((( It sounds like you just have a shitty therapist right now. I hope that you can easily transition into one that's way better for you!! I'm glad that you have a good psychiatrist though and that your current doctor listens to you and is actively helping you in the meantime, those are very important as well!

And yeah, I get you about the men stuff 🥲🥲🥲 tbh, most men i know are trash anyways so i'm not surprised 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also please don't be so hard on yourself about your looks! 🥺🥺 I think being born pretty is very... it's a weird area. Some of the worst people I've ever known in my whole life - like just absolutely nasty people - were conventionally pretty, and I'm sure others here will agree with me they have met people like that as well.

I think loving yourself and your looks is a very long and hard journey, but I believe in you! Hell, I'm 31 and I'm still insecure about my face sometimes. When I finally cut my hair into the pixie it is now, I felt more like me than I had in my entire life, but there's still awful people going "Haha, you look like a 10 year old boy!!" BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? fuck them. and fuck those people that say rude things to you!! i don't know if you know the song, but whenever i get down like that, i like to listen to kesha's "let 'em talk" until i feel better!!

#🎤: 💔 anon is recording vocals #🎧: rae's artists

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blackrosesfanfic · 1 year

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Chapter 252

Cammie

I start to walk back out the room then sigh walking into the room. Hidila ass just sitting here crying. She was crying before I got in the shower. I figured the bitch was okay after she stopped crying the first time. I fall on top of her. She sucks her teeth pushing me to her feet. I lay on her legs and watch TV. I would fucking kill Lane if he put me through this. Well now Caden. But he has to get on my nerves somehow and I think he gonna be talkative. More so than Lane.

"Did they turn the thing off?" I say looking at the baby monitor.

"No, they are just playing separately. Lane is mad at Ike. He sighed like a grown stressed out man and walked away. He is Marco."

I smile. "Why you crying this time?"

She wipes her face. "He is with some girl and think I don't know."

"And we being okay with that? Since when?"

"It's not like I'm not giving him reasons to cheat. We haven't had sex in so long. I'm always gone or got some excuse."

I cut my eyes at her. "Who gives a fuck? Your marriage vows didn't say shit about if no sex fuck random bitches."

"I keep thinking what if he has a baby by one of those girls and the baby comes out talking and walking like normal kids. He'll probably leave me."

"I'm missing something." I sit up. "Why don't you just have his baby first?"

She starts crying all ugly and loud. She sucks it up. "And have another mute child!"

"That boy just needs his ass whooped. He fucking spoiled."

"They have been saying that violence won't help. It will just scare him more."

"I don't give a fuck if he gets scared at least his ass will talk. Scare some fucking words out his mouth. You won't me to beat his ass?"

Trey walks into the room. "Jay, what's this?"

I lay back on Hidila. "It's a nasty juice from the gym."

"He's not autistic. He does excellent on all his school stuff. He has friends from his speech classes. I even tried regular school but that stressed him out and had him doing bad in school."

"Oh." Trey says walking out. "Hold on."

"Well only thing you haven't tried is spanking his ass. You are going to be divorced and crying everyday and his ass gonna be fucking depressed too. Really not gonna fucking talk then."

"Thanks. You so positive."

Trey walks back in. "I put it on the iPad."

He hands Hidila the iPad. I sit up so I could see the screen. Someone was screaming really loud. I watch as the camera lands on Lane and Ike. Lane laughs like he was being tickled by millions of hands. I smile. He such a happy kid. All of a sudden the screaming starts again. I snatch the iPad and take it back.

"That's Ike!" I say staring at his mouth.

"I just don't understand." Hidila cries. "And laughing."

Lane was having a blast laughing at Ike then Trey. Suddenly the laughing stops and Lane and Ike start arguing. I close my mouth when Hidila snatches the iPad from me. Ike was talking clear as day. He cuts his eyes at the camera then he starts mumbling.

"What does he fucking mean he don't want to?" I snap outraged. "Lane!"

"He would talk to Lane just as good but not me." Trey says. "He must have forgot I was there."

I roll my eyes. "Or he needs a fucking beating. Talking about he not scared. What the fuck you mean? Spoiled. I wish my child would."

"But he's not your child." Hidila snaps.

"Clearly." I stand up off the couch. "Lane!"

He runs into the room. "I here."

"Are you being mean to Ike?" I bark.

"No."

"Why don't Ike want to talk?" I ask him.

He is in Hidila's face. "What the matter?"

She wipes her face unable to get her shit together. She shakes her head.

"Lane, why won't Ike talk to me?" I try to ask another way.

"You sad?" He says a little upset.

I suck my teeth. "She is sad because Ike doesn't want to talk to her. It makes her sad. Why doesn't Ike want to talk to her?"

"I get Ike." He runs away with a sad look on his face.

I blow. "He ignored the shit out of me."

Trey picks the monitor up. "Or did he pay attention to the right thing?"

"Ike, you mean!" Lane snaps.

"No I not!" He snaps throwing his toy.

Lane wasn't giving a shit. "You is! You mommy cry. Like Taden. You mommy crying."

"No her not."

"You did it! You mean!"

Ike matches out of the room. A few minutes later he matches into the room we are in. He freezes. Lane pushes him walking pass him to Hidila. He points at her.

"You see?"

Ike stomps his foot clearly upset. I look at Trey. He was frowning up his face like Lane. I swear they so much alike. Ike matches over to his mama then falls into her lap crying suddenly.

"Oh don't cry baby." She says standing him up. "I'm sorry. I'll stop crying. Please don't cry."

"You sad?" Lane asks touching her arm that's on Ike.

She tries but fails. "I just cry when you don't talk to me. I heard you talking to Lane and I just want you to talk to me. Not all the time. I just want to hear your voice talking to me. Just some times. Like you talk to Lane." She cries making every fucking body cry.

Lane nods his head. "Say yes maam."

"Yes maam." Ike whispers.

I cover my mouth to stop from screaming. She just stares at him crying. She hugs him then kisses Lane. Lane stands there pouting. He did such a good job. He doesn't even know what he has done. He just was fussing at Ike for making his mommy cry. He didn't know what it meant to her. He didn't know how much he helped.

"Stop crying." Lane snaps. "Say sorry, Ike. Say it!"

"No." Ike snaps hiding his face.

"You betta. I tell Nanma on you." He turns and runs out of the room.

He had enough. Trey grabs my waist pulling me. I look at him. He turns the monitor off and sits it down pulling me again. I walk with him out of the room. Yeah he is right. They do need their moment. At least he said something to her. He may not talk for months but he fucking answered her like Lane told him to. That's probably why he started to talk to Lane because he was so fucking bossy and didn't understand why Ike wouldn't talk.

Trey

"Nigga calm down. Say what?" I snap walking into the empty studio.

"I'm sick of this shit. One minute we getting somewhere and the next minute she treating me like her dog. No fucking emotions. Fake ass hell." He catches his breath but before I could talk he starts back talking. "I always wondered why she couldn't keep a fucking man. If this how her ass treated him then I fucking know why. Hell if Imma be that nigga. You know how many bitches wanna have my baby?"

I cut him off before he starts again. "Nigga fuck how many bitches wanna have your baby. Focus on the one having your baby. It's already being made nigga. The little toes and little nose. They even born with fucking sex organs. That's creepy. Just a bit."

He sucks his teeth. "Sex organs?"

"Tiny little weiners." I laugh. "Hopefully you have a boy this time."

"Yeah but I can't be excited."

"Chris she is pregnant. She gonna have good days and fucking bad days. She can't help that shit. Do you not remember my fucking wife pregnant? Fucking MiMi pregnant? Lane knew the fucking deal. He was so damn whiny when she was pregnant."

"Your little dick ass son still whiny."

I laugh. At least I got him calm. "That's not the point."

"I should have done this high." Chris blows.

"Naw, stupidness." I shake my head. "As long as you did it in public they gonna act discreet. Won't be like if you were home. It'll be cool."

The door opens. "Why you in here in the dark talking on the phone?"

"Minding my business." I say to MiMi.

"Yeah, okay." She picks up a blanket walking back out.

"Who that?" Chris asks.

I sigh as the door opens back up. Lane walks in the door as it is being held open.

"It dark." He says going for the light.

"Why you sitting in the dark?" Cammie asks after Lane turns the light on.

I hold the phone up. "Talking to Chris."

"In the dark?"

"Chris say hey." I turn it on speaker.

"Cammie, I'm bout to go to this dinner." He sighs. "I wanna walk away."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "Walk away from what? You can't say no shit like that to me. I'm bout to start acting like it's January 4 years ago."

"Four years ago? I ain't walk..."

"She talking bout our situation with Lane."

Chris sucks his teeth. "I ain't walking away from her, just this dinner. She saying some shit that got me thinking but I ain't leaving my baby. I love my kids."

"Well walking away from something that is important to her is the same as walking away from her. How would you feel if your overbearing never satisfied parents were about to find out you pregnant and not married? And pregnant by America's bad boy? They gonna fuss at her. How she feeling?"

"Aight Cammie. Damn."

Cammie shrugs walking back out. "Yall really need to talk before the dinner. Maybe cancel it. Do it at a later time."

"They might find out before that. If Royalty finds out it's gonna be everywhere. Immediately. I mean she just a baby but her mama. My exes. Social media love finding my shit. I'm not you and Trey."

"That's fine. Talk now then. She done working?"

He sucks his teeth again. "She was acting distant I left."

"Christopher." Cammie sucks her teeth. "You got to fight back. Stop running before you forget what you want and where you want it to go. It's easy to walk away from someone who being a bitch but it's temporary. You figure out if she worth it. Cause loving the baby clearly ain't the problem for you."

"Aight bye."

"Christophluwall?"

He mumbles something. "Imma talk to her now."

"She loves you!"

"Bye." He says hanging up.

Cammie points at me. "I'm not gonna take you hiding in dark rooms whispering sweet nothings to Chris. Let him be his own man."

"I got to help."

"You fixed your shit at home yet?"

I frown. "Did I not?"

"Did we talk?"

I blow. "No."

"Okay then."

Lane looks at me with his face balled up. He hunches his little shoulders and points at me. Imma beat his grown little ass. He follows behind Cammie as she walks out. Cammie always calling people shit out. We haven't had a chance to talk. It's hard with a house full of people and children everywhere. I wish I could go back in time and have the time Chris fucking up. Me and Cammie going to tell her disappointed parents that she pregnant and not married. My poor wife had to deal with this alone. She had to tell her parents alone. Shit she had to tell them that the father wasn't in her or the baby's life. How disappointed were they? Damn. I wish I was there for her. But I can't turn back the hands of time. So caught up in my shit I never sat down with her parents like I'm marrying your daughter. I did everything wrong. He in such a better place and doesn't appreciate it. But my wife right. I got to fix my shit first.

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