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yanderismo · 4 months

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Yandere Platonic Superman Concept/Idea (?)

BRO, BRO, I DON'T KNOW IF I LOVE OR HATE MY MIND FOR GIVING ME IDEAS THAT I'LL NEVER START OR FINISH. But okay, I have an idea for a platonic yandere Superfam, maybe it involves Batfam or the entire DC universe. I think this is more platonic yandere Superman. Let's go. (using the translator, be kind to me please 😭)

— Imagine that you are originally from the Injustice universe. You were a neutral young/teen heroine who wasn't at all interested in siding with Batman or Superman. Well... that neutrality of yours had consequences, and now, somehow, Superman and Batman were in a bloody tug of war to get you on their side. And you are the cable they are selfishly pulling. And one day that cable would break, and that's what happened to you, you broke it. So broken that I would consider it irreparable.

— But luckily for you (bro, are you lucky?), after so much physical and mental suffering, you ended up in a way that I won't explain, in the original DC universe. In other words, no superheroes is crazy tyrants. Too bad you don't know that (yet).

— You were living as if the world was a danger to you (just like it was in Injustice). But you discovered that you were REALLY in a different universe or timeline when you met Lois Lane, the woman who drove Superman insane after her death. And it shocked you, you thought maybe you had gone back in time. And as reckless as it was, you felt hope that you could stop the future of Injustice from happening, stop Lois Lane from being murdered! After all, you were still a hero, even if you had probably lost half of your original universe's neurons.

— So you made a decision. You decided to protect Lois Lane! You practically become her protective shadow. Being noticed wouldn't do any good, and for SO FEAR of being confronted by Superman/Clark for apparently stalking his wife, you stopped watching her when Clark showed up and you went back when Clark left. (In your head, this Superman is the same Superman from Injustice, just before Lois' death happened). You were wary as hell of all the heroes. Anyway, a lot of trauma caused by Injustice.

— And I believe that Lois, even if she was a civilian, would notice that she was being watched (or maybe you're just not very good at stalking because you're a very young heroine). Whatever it is. Lois noticed and she became cautious (she is a journalist, there are many people who may not like her to the point of committing atrocities), as you could be a threat to her life. Although you haven't revealed yourself as any threat so far.

— But let's suppose there were events in which she was in danger (actually, it was just something like shelves falling, preventing her from being run over, preventing some rabid dogs from biting her, small things), events in which you managed to remain hidden, however Lois knew it was You, her strangely protective stalker. Lois was trying to know your intentions and work it out for herself, so she didn't say anything about it. If this is something much more than she can handle, Clark can always lend a little help.

— But on another one of those times when she was in danger, you desperately saved her (the situation was quite dangerous, more than normal), asking if she was okay and everything. Lois was surprised, you were surprised. Before you know, the idea of staying in the shadows went down the drain. You were almost begging (you were begging) her not to tell anyone that you were persecuting her (protecting her), you didn't want her to report you to some authority (that would only hinder your mission) or worse, report you to Superman. You said, stammered, that you were just protecting her. Wanting to make sure Lois didn't feel threatened and report you.

— The desperation, the panic in your voice, seemed too young for Lois to feel comfortable. You were like a scared child, you looked very much like just a scared child, and that made Lois uncomfortable but at the same time... motherly. If you wanted to hurt her, you would have done it already. You at least accomplished one thing: making Lois not feel threatened by you.

— The other thing you couldn't do was stop Lois from telling Clark about you. Look, I'm sure Lois didn't mean it, it's uncomfortable to be watched almost every day, but also, since she discovered you, she's been quite worried about you.

— And Clark is all worried, like, "What?? My wife is being stalked??? Oh wait, my wife is being stalked and protected. Well, that's still very worrying, I'm definitely going to check it out for myself." Furthermore, Lois insisted that he be gentle when approaching you. And Lois saying this to him made him even more intrigued.

— He tried to approach you just as Clark Kent, just to know how you would react around a seemingly civilian person, think of it as a method to read your character (he didn't want to confront you as Superman in a careless way. After all, who wouldn't Does he act nice or change to a more pleasant personality around Superman?)

— Needless to say, Clark was surprised and confused when you looked at him like he was the greatest terror of your life before simply running away from him. He recognized that look, only villains who were traumatized after a confrontation against him have that look (but the you look was much, much worse than that). That day, you didn't chase Lois.

— Clark suspected you knew his secret identity. There is no longer any reason for you to have reacted like this.

— lol, that day Lois noticed the absence of the feeling of being watched and scolded Clark for scaring you. Although it wasn't his fault, he apologized. He really didn't mean to scare you ;( You were gone for a few days after that. But of course, you still had to protect Lois in her everyday life. Even if you were scared.

— Anyway, it didn't matter how softly, friendly Superman approached you next time. You ran, or at least tried to run. Do you really want to bet on who is the fastest? He easily caught you and held you by your forearm. And that was enough to make you scream, cry, struggle and finally, shrink as much as possible.

— And Superman was all confused, he wasn't even hurting you or squeezing you hard. His voice was also friendly. If anything, it made him even more worried. Add the fact that you appear to be very young and his paternal instincts kicked in.

— To his surprise, you pulled out a knife. Something like that couldn't hurt Superman, of course not. But who said the knife was meant to hurt him? Let's say you picked up the knife and tried to slit your own throat as a last resort escape. (What did you go through with Superman from Injustice to the point that you tried to commit suicide just to escape him?)

— Superman was surprised and then horrified. He immediately knocked you unconscious before you cut deeper into your throat. Now with you unconscious, you seemed more vulnerable and fragile than you should have been. Now he understood why Lois was worried about you. (You know, if Batman can adopt multiple children, why couldn't Superman...? You seem like a good kid and even Lois agrees with that. Conner and Jon would definitely like to have a sister)

— Superman wondered what happened to you that made you reach the point where death was a usable route. He wanted to question you personally, but the moment he confirmed that you knew his identity (you acted the same way when he approached you as a civilian. He was the only one to receive this reaction from you and no one else), this matter became the subject of the Justice League. Discovering the identity of a superhero and pursuing someone close to that superhero was not going to be taken lightly. Who's to say you don't also know the identities of others? Although Superman wants to deal with you alone, he doubts he'll get any information out of you with you yelling and screaming. So he took you to the justice league.

— Batman can definitely help you solve this.

(Imagine the anguish it would be to probably have to get used to people having the same appearance and the same voice as your captors in Injustice. Imagine them acting all soft after finding out you come from a universe where the heroes are corrupt and broke you😩)

Notas: I leave the rest to you. Or to any author who wants to use this idea (I beg you, some author write a Yandere platonic Superman/Superfam fic😭 They could even add other platonic Yanderes like Batfam, it would be so interesting 🙏😭)

(I just realized that the one who acted the most Yandere was Reader herself, lol)

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akookminsupporter · 30 days

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It's incredible frustrating to see the narrative shift from " mhj doing illegal shit with hybe having literal proof of it" to " apparently hybe is now in a cult and bts is at the center of it because reasons"?? Mhj dropping names left and right and getting their respective fandoms riled up against each other but more importantly against bts because we all know kpop fans don't care about anything else other than bashing on bts :) we have literal fans of disbanded groups crawling out of holes to try to insert themselves into this whole mess just so they can make a tweet about bts when their groups haven't been active for literal years. Saying bts paid their way to the top but then they kept saying bts will never succeed because they can't even afford to pay their producers.. so which is it :) I've met a lot of people in my life but nobody was as fucking stupid, dense, ignorant and sometimes borderline racist as kpop fans. And I know our fandom does the same and I'm not saying we don't have people like that. But holy fuck. Kpop fans are truly some of the stupidest people on earth.

BTS shouldn't even be in this mess in the first place if it wasn't for mhj name dropping them and admitting that shaman story. It took me a long time to realise that it was indeed a true story and not just some fabricated story because holy fuck who in their right mind does that. We literally had everything from accusing them of every single possible thing that is known to men to bighit going to court for them just because some people can't accept the PAST 10 YEARS. Like these hate campaigns are literally insane and if everyone could just take 5 seconds to think about them, we wouldn't be here: I mean imagine if Taylor swift or Beyonce or Coldplay had to go to court to prove that they didn't do illegal shit. But because it's BTS everyone just dismisses it with "oh they are very famous it's to be expected" and moves on. Meanwhile it's not to be expected and it's literally insane that some people are running these hate campaigns against 7 real life existing literal living breathing people and so many people don't even bat an eye.

Apparently the k-gp is siding with mhj rn because the overworked and tired office workers resonate with her sticking up to her boss - while she's also a literal CEO and reportedly has been horrible to her employees? Okay I guess.

I have my own problems with hybe and bighit and bang pd, I have A LOT of problems with them so I don't want to sound like someone who is siding with the company, but holy fuck can we just get back to the main point? Which is mhj doing illegal shit ?? And leave BTS and le sserafim and seventeen and txt and I don't fucking know who else out of this? I'm not even a fan of any of them and I have half of their fandoms blocked for stupid shit but they have nothing to do with this issue and still get dragged into this.

I sincerely hope bighit sues everyone.

THIS IS CRAZY? And why is BTS ALWAYS THE BAD GUY?! WTF?

Im so fucking tired of Kpoppies 🤬🤬🤬🤬

#Anon #ask #bts fan opinions #Preg 196

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noroi1000 · 6 months

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Your Killer

Summary: A man once saved you. You admired him. Maybe you even liked him very much.... Until he took your parents away from you. So you decided that you would be his murderer.

Warnings: Murders, Blood, Death

I was asked about it.This has no paring. This doesn't have the slightest bit of fluff. This is about Geto and Reader

What is regret?

You haven't heard that word in many years. You don't regret that so many people died at your hands.

You were already broken at 15. When you've seen too much death before your eyes. So there wasn't much that could really scare you. There was no such thing. From that day when you were 15, you saw more and more blood and tears every day.

You saw your blood and tears. And also others.

Because you chose the path of life without regrets. You didn't regret what you did.

You remember the smile of the teenager who saved you from the curse. You knew about the existence of curses. But you never knew how to defend yourself against them. Your parents were cult leaders. A cult that worships non-existent beings. Beings that kill curses and protect humanity. However, they have never seen anything like this.

A cult was created that worshiped this, thanks to which curses died.

And that smile you saw... It was so nice... The curse died... He killed it... He smiled at you and took care of you, walking you home.

Apparently, he was 4 years older than you... But he was so tall and strong. Thanks to him, the curse died... And you started to think that curse-killing creatures were beginning to exist.

Were your parents telling the truth? Even though their cult was more important to them than you, you loved them. And you started to believe. But never to the point where you join a cult and pray for something that isn't true.

There are no beings that are killed by curses.

These are people with such opportunities.

They are sorcerers.

Your parents told you about it. But they say that sorcerers are not the ones they worship.

They were only home two days a week. All the other times you were alone...

You had a phone; you had everything you could need.

And Suguru became your friend.

Maybe he thought it was strange that he, at the age of 16 or 17, was writing to a 13-year-old girl he met by accident. But it was real. He felt sorry for you. He felt bad that you were alone all this time and that your parents had their own cult. They collect money not only for the development of their cult but also for you to have a decent life. Your family were non-sorcerers. And also, your house was in a very lonely place. You walked to school with that little backpack of yours. Geto couldn't bear the thought of you walking alone every morning and evening. That's why he gave you his number and told you to call him if you're scared. If he were near, he would come to you. And if not, he would just talk to you and keep you company.

But you kept talking to him all the way, for no reason.

He became your only friend. The best person in your life.

You always thought you might fall in love with him. And you were sure you felt something for him. An older boy who helps you and takes care of you...

But you still had in mind that you were a child, and he was a few years older than you. That's why you wanted to reject it...

You didn't know that the person you could have loved became someone you later wanted to kill...

Less than three years later, you were looking at your parents' classroom. You stood by the slightly open door and watched as blood flowed from your mother's head. Or rather, where the head should be.

Your escape lay next to her, with his throat severed.

And the person standing over them had a very familiar face.

The same earrings. The same thin eyes. Same shape of everything. The same fringe that falls out of the bun. But his hair was longer. Not everything was tied up in a bun. And the loose clothes, along with the sandals, reminded you of the clothes your father had shown you. Traditional clothes.

People were kneeling all around. In front of him.

"Mom....?" you moaned softly, watching as your mother's body hadn't moved at all in several minutes. She really has no head? "Dad...?"

His body was also on the ground, and you sobbed, knowing that what you were seeing wasn't a show.

No one can play a corpse like a dead person....

Cults have money. They have people. Everything he needed...

But he didn't need you to see it. According to his thoughts, you were supposed to be home... You were supposed to be there to understand that your parents weren't coming back. And that they will never come back.

But you shouldn't have been here that day...

But well, what happened will never happen again...

His legs moved calmly and purposefully as he walked toward you.

Paralyzed with fear, you stood there, looking at him.

He could be about 19 now, right?

He leaned a little toward you since you were shorter than him anyway. And he smiled slightly, trying to hide his shock at finding you here.

"I am now the new owner of this cult. You do not have to worry. Nothing will happen to you. You can live here. But I have some new rules." He said, wiping a tear from your cheek.

You couldn't even speak.

"You tell me when you're leaving. You help the cult. And together with these monkeys, you serve me, okay?"

Your hands act instinctively. And suddenly, you slapped him hard on the cheek before you ran away. And your hands hurt as much as he didn't expect them to...

That was weird....

But these hands held the heads of his "family" a few years later.

You knew all the passages in the temple that Geto took over. You knew it all! You played there when your parents took you with them!

And you realized that he didn't know about it...

For damn years, you've been looking for anything to help you soothe the raging inferno in your heart.

You wanted to punish your parents' murderer.

You've been killing for years. And even though the first time you killed a man, you were vomiting and scared, the 50th time you didn't feel anything anymore.

You won't feel anything when you kill someone who killed the most important people in your life.

You learned to kill because you wanted revenge. You just wanted whoever did it to die too...!

You wanted your heart to be at peace... You wanted to know that you could take revenge.

There are several of them in the temple. But you also have some people who work with you. Some of them are people serving this monster. You try to train them in hidden rooms. But you always knew it would be so difficult because of Geto's ability to control curses. Nothing has happened so far. You live and will live until you kill him.

You won't be able to cry over the murderer who kills your family. Even if he were your friend...

It's just... You had to do it eventually...

You won't be more ready than you are now...

Peace was common in the temple.

When Geto entered through the main door, he was met with no sounds or lights.

Everyone is either asleep or has also left. He had just returned from his "business" trip, where he collected stronger curses.

As for the curses... It was strange that none of the curses he released to guard this place remained. They are not here. And he doesn't feel any energy curse. The curses are gone. People too.

Why was there no servant? Why weren't they here?

Why are the only sounds sizzling coming from the main hall...?

Running there, he grabbed the handles of the heavy doors and hesitated for a moment. What will be there? What will happen if he opens the door. No... He's a sorcerer! He can't stand here like this!

Tugging on the handles, he opened the door, and his eyes widened.

The largest room in the entire building was on fire. The walls were burning. Everything around slowly caught fire.

And in the middle of the room, where the fire didn't reach, someone was standing.

The smell of burning bodies hung in the air. Someone here died and was burned... But who?

"Ne... Suguru... How does it feel... When someone takes your loved ones away...?" A quiet voice spoke.

There was no one in the building. But there was a person standing here who was saying something?

But that voice... Was it something he knew from somewhere...?

"This is my revenge... You took away everything I loved... So I thought I'd do the same to you." saying this, the person threw something towards him.

When his eyes looked down, they widened. The head of a blonde and a brunette at his feet. Their bodies were severed...

And they probably burned...

"I know how much you loved your family and that they are the most important things in your life. Now that they are gone, you feel the same as I felt the day you killed my parents. Then I decided to work, not because I needed the money, but because I really hate you and want to kill you with my own hands."

"(y/n)...?"

"Do you even remember my name? I'm surprised." you said with no expression on your face. "I thought you would remember me as the stupid child you orphaned. You took away my parents. I'm just that monkey, right?"

"How dare you..." he growled.

You were, and you felt crazy.

Maybe you can die now. But you want to make sure you take him with you to the grave.

"Hey, let's fight, but on my terms, no curses; let's fight hand-to-hand, you can also use weapons, so? What do you say?"

Before he could respond, you laughed at his angry or terrified face.

"Oh no! Ahahaha, you can't fight anymore? Or you're too weak to do so! You're pathetic!"

While you were saying this, he shouted something. He'll probably kill you... You were in a trance to understand it.

Killing trance.

The only blow you received was a sharp punch to the stomach. You felt your skin tear there... But that was it.

You spent the next time punching him, kicking him, and throwing him.

Only to feel the sick satisfaction of seeing him on the floor with a bloody face as he stood up.

He shouldn't have any trouble with you. He is physically stronger... He knows more martial arts. But you are strong too. The whole reason he can't do anything right now is because you have no energy, and he has no idea where you're going to hit next.

"What kind of feeling is it? Physical and mental pain?" you asked in a whisper.

"You're fucking crazy! You could have killed me instead of Mimiko and Nanako!"

"If I didn't do it, you would never feel the way I felt! Now you know how it hurts when someone kills your loved ones!

There was no point in arguing... But you wanted to listen to his voice. As long as he can still talk.

Either he dies, or you both die.

"You know, when we first met, I thought you were so cool, and I admired you. I wanted to follow in your footsteps. I admit that I actually fell a little in love with you, but it never became real due to our age difference. I thought you would never be interested in me. So I just gave up, but look at us now. I feel sorry for you. The Suguru I knew was gone, his mind was lost, and he created someone I never knew... Let's hope that in the afterlife we can repair our friendship and go back to the way things used to be: playing together, smiling, staying up late at night, talking to each other... I really would like that... But..."

His eyes closed and then opened again.

He's dizzy. You know that. Blood trickles down his forehead. You know he's tired. You want him to die. Now. Right away.

But he was close to you too. Even though you wanted to kill him, you were actually just like him...

"I'm sorry it had to be like this, but at least we can now be calm. Any last words?"

Geto looked at you weakly and smiled.

"I hate monkeys... Everything they did always seemed senseless. But I have never held any grudge against anyone who practices jujutsu, especially you. When I found out I killed your parents, I felt a little guilty, but their lives meant nothing to me, so I mostly ignored it. But whenever I saw you or passed by, your eyes would always look so lifeless, and I know it's my fault, so I don't blame you for it... Because I was the cause of it..."

You laid him on his back, and he groaned slightly.

You weren't supposed to feel emotions. But seeing him smile slightly, your lips trembled with sadness.

"I know an apology won't do anything. But... I'm sorry that I couldn't be the one who stayed close to you until the end..."

You laid on his chest, cuddling up to him. Listening to his heartbeat.

"It's okay. Just kill me... I don't feel sorry for you..."

Looking at his chest and straddling him, you placed the blade of the knife where his heart was.

If you inserted that knife slowly, he would suffer.

But you stuck it in right away, and he groaned in pain.

Only to have it all stop a moment later.

He didn't move anymore; his breathing stopped.

You killed him...

You used your fingers to mold his still lips into a smile. Just like you wanted to see him.

Only to sit for the next half hour in front of his grave you made for him.

You respect the dead... Especially those who were close to you...

A grave for Suguru as well as small monuments for his family members.

You will have them on your conscience for the rest of your life.

Because they were also a family whose lives were taken by a merciless murderer.

And for years, you could only pray and remember what happened between you.

Every day, a prayer is held at his grave.

Because maybe that will ensure that you will meet him after you die.

"Ironically, I think in a way I followed in your footsteps; I was a good person growing up, but unfortunately, you corrupted me and I turned into a killer, and I too have a family similar to yours because our biological ones are dead, but we are still quietly different. The old you, before you became a killer, would be so angry and disappointed with me, wouldn't you? You really hate me, do you?" you laughed, looking at the flowers you planted nearby. White and black lilies. For him.

You felt tears pushing into your eyes.

Even after you managed to get your revenge, why can't you stand it three years after his death?

You felt as if someone put a hand on your shoulder and then hugged you.

"I do not hate you." You had the impression that someone said. However, when you looked there, there was no one there.

No sound. You just heard your phone ring before you answered.

You looked around for anything.

To suddenly ignore what the person on the phone was saying to you. Because sitting on the decorated tombstone was Suguru.

He waved his hand at you with a smile. Ignoring your friend's calls over the phone, you stared at his slightly transparent figure. Tears began to flow from your eyes, and you held back loud sobs.

You closed your eyes for a moment, smiling for him.

To later see that he is no longer there.

Disappeared...

He doesn't hate you....

He doesn't hate his killer...

You could go home in peace.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: We're entering the FOI timeline now.

@emen-98 @@1lostsoul0fishbowl @@vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

It was now officially springtime, and things were going great for her. It feels like she's even closer to Eddie, and hopefully, he's getting the message that she would never hurt him like almost everyone in this town does, including his dad. Chrissy was now officially handling both cheerleading and softball again. She doesn't mind the stares whenever she changes out of her uniforms. She's gotten used to the scars on her body. . .well, somewhat. They still are a little jarring. Chrissy had just pulled on her clothes after cheerleading practice when Heather walked up to her. Oh, she thought she had been alone in the locker room.

"Chrissy?" Heather asked.

"Hey, Heather," Chrissy said.

"I know we haven't talked a lot lately. I know we've both been a little busy," Heather said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Really good."

"That's - That's good," Heather said.

"You look like you want to say something," Chrissy said.

"I just - I know you've been hanging out with Eddie Munson lately," Heather said and paused. "I didn't want to say anything because of the whole Jason Carver incident, but I hope you're being careful. I know how this sounds with me being your ex and all, but I'm also your friend."

"I am, Eddie's a really great guy. He's not really ready for a relationship right now, but to be honest, I don't think I am either," Chrissy said. "I like how it is now, though. We're friends, and he makes me feel better whenever I have a bad day. I like the way he smiles and the way he hides behind his hair. He's a really good friend."

"Well, I'm glad, and I suppose I shouldn't listen to the rumors about him. Like he's a Satanist, or that he sacrifices people on an alter of fire, or that he believes in aliens," Heather said.

"Oh, no, that last part is true. He's had several rants about it. He thinks it's arrogant to believe that we're alone in the universe. Although, even though he believes in them he's said on many occasions that he would still freak the fuck out if he ever met one," Chrissy said.

"He's kind of weird," Heather said.

"I know," Chrissy grinned. "That's what I like about him."

"I guess if you're happy, then I guess I have nothing to worry about. . .but if he does hurt you, then I'm going to reign hellfire down upon him," Heather said. "Get it?"

"Heather!" Chrissy laughed.

Chrissy left Heather and went to meet Eddie at the classroom where he was holding Hellfire today. Eddie was talking with Gareth in the hallway when she came upon them. Gareth looked pretty upset, more so than usual. Chrissy didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it just sort of happened. Apparently, Gareth was upset that his character got killed, and he thought that meant he was out of Hellfire. Eddie was in the middle of reassuring him. Chrissy smiled as Gareth looked at him, hopefully.

"You're sure, right?" Gareth asked. "I can come back."

"As long as you wanna be in Hellfire, you can be in Hellfire," Eddie said.

Eddie grinned as Gareth scurried off towards the school's entrance.

"Wow, and I left my kleenex at home," Ronnie said, and Eddie shoulder checked her. "Careful, Stan would kill me if I dropped this thing."

Ronnie kept Stan's trapper keeper full of D&D stuff at her place since his mom believed that Hellfire was nothing more than satanic crap hellbent on brainwashing her son. So, he has to lie and hide the things that make him happy.

"I think it's sweet," Chrissy said.

"You think everything that Eddie does is sweet. You're so blinded, Henderson," Ronnie laughed as she batted her eyelashes at her.

"Fuck off," Chrissy laughed. "He gets really obnoxious when he's right about something."

"That's true. No one likes that," Ronnie giggled.

"Oh, God, I thought my room was messy, but Eddie's room is off the charts, and he pretty much treats his van like a trash can," Chrissy said.

"I keep telling him it doesn't have to be perfect, but at least clean it up a little. My God, man," Ronnie said.

"And there's this thing he does with his eye lids - ," Chrissy said.

"Freaks me out!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"And when he eats - "

"Okay! Eddie doesn't like this!" He yelled.

He glared at the both of them as they laughed at him.

"Can I get a ride?" Ronnie asked.

"This is the last time," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Even if you just listed my greatest failures."

"Oh, we haven't even gotten to the worst parts, Munson," Ronnie said. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yeah, definitely," Chrissy said.

"As the owner of the vehicle, shouldn't it be me who asks her?" Eddie asked. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yes," Chrissy giggled.

"I don't know why I'm letting either of you ride with me considering you insulted me," Eddie sniffed in mock offense.

"Don't worry, Eddie, despite all your faults, I think that you're very pretty," Chrissy laughed.

"Really?" Eddie smirked and Chrissy nodded.

"I, however, do not. You're about as ugly as the cat that wanders around Forest Hills," Ronnie said.

"I keep telling you it's a opossum, Ecker! Get your eyes checked!" Eddie exclaimed. "Chrissy, are you coming tonight? We couldn't play last night, but we're definitely playing tonight."

"I never miss a show. . .except that one time, but it was Dustin's fault," Chrissy said and paused, looking at Ronnie. "Technically, aren't you calling yourself ugly when you call him ugly?"

"Ugh, we do not look that much a like," Ronnie rolled her eyes.

"When you were younger, you managed to cover for him on a test when you pretended to be him, and it worked," Chrissy narrowed her eyes at her as they climbed into the van.

"Okay, by that logic, you should think that I'm pretty too," Ronnie said rolling her eyes.

"I do!" Chrissy grinned. "I just wouldn't date you for several reasons, and mostly because someone I know thinks you're pretty too. . . Have I not mentioned that I like men and women?"

"No!" Eddie and Ronnie exclaimed.

"Oh, well, I do," Chrissy shrugged.

"Thanks for telling us," Eddie said softly.

"I trust you guys," Chrissy said.

"Wait. . .who thinks I'm pretty?" Ronnie asked.

"It's not my place to say," Chrissy replied. "Let's go. It's my turn to make dinner tonight. Do either one of you want to join us?"

"Nah, Granny would be livid if I didn't warn her days in advance," Ronnie said. "But I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind."

"Stop accepting invitations on my behalf, Ecker," Eddie sighed. "Unfortunately, as much as I would love to, I need to get to the Hideout early if I want to win Bev's favor."

"Oh, well, my mom's been dying to meet you," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can come over some other time."

"Uh, isn't that a little soon?" Eddie asked nervously.

"You're not her boyfriend, which is ridiculous because you two are practically dat - " Ronnie started to say.

"ANYWAY, your mom does know who I am, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I told her all about you. I also told my cat about you," Chrissy said.

"You told your cat about me?" Eddie asked.

"I talk to my cat about you every night," Chrissy said.

"Okay, can we move on from this conversation? I'm totally picturing something else, and it isn't a pretty picture," Ronnie said as she put her feet up on Eddie's dashboard.

"Seriously?" Eddie asked.

"What? I don't want to put my feet on Stan's thingie," Ronnie said. "It's not my fault your van is so small."

"My van isn't the problem. It's your freakish legs of yours," Eddie replied.

"Let me tell you a secret about these freakish legs of mine," Ronnie said as she kept her feet exactly where she out them. "In four months? They are going to be walking into their new apartment in New. York. City."

Eddie nearly slammed on the brakes.

"No."

"Yep."

"You got the scholarship?"

"NYU class of '88, baby. Full ride," Ronnie said.

This time, Eddie slammed on the brakes and fishtailed the vehicle off to the side of the ride. Chrissy grinned as she sat back and let the two best friends have their moment.

"You know, I'm happy for you, right?" Eddie asked.

"I know," Ronnie said.

"I'm happy for you, too!" Chrissy blurted out. "Sorry, couldn't keep it in."

Eddie and Ronnie laughed just as a tapping sound came on the window. Officer Moore was looking into Eddie's window. He rolled it down with a sigh.

"Again?" Ronnie asked. "I thought we were done with that guy."

"Always," Eddie muttered. "Officer Moore, how can I help you on this fine spring afternoon?"

"I thought that was you, Munson," Moore said. "How many times do we have to have this conversation?"

"That's a question that you'll have to ask yourself, Officer. You're the one always filling up my dance card."

"That was some erratic driving - ," Moore said.

"He was avoiding a bird, sir," Chrissy said brightly as she popped her head in between the seats. "He flew right in front of his window."

"Miss Henderson, I didn't see you," Moore frowned.

"I'm guessing Officer Powell isn't driving with you today," Chrissy said.

"He's out sick," Moore frowned.

"Well, since Eddie doesn't have any priors, I think you can let him off with a warning, especially considering all of the illegal stops you made because of the vendetta you have against his father. I certainly would hate to tell Hopper that you're out for revenge against a young man who did nothing to hurt you," Chrissy said.

"Drive safely, and have a nice day," Moore frowned as he walked off.

"I thought I was the one who wanted to be a lawyer," Ronnie said. "You'd make a good one."

"I don't about being a lawyer, but I thought about being a social worker or a guidance counselor who's also a cheerleading coach," Chrissy said.

"You'd be good at those," Eddie replied and Ronnie nodded in agreement.

After dropping Ronnie off, Eddie drove Chrissy home. He pulled in front of her place and parked it for a moment.

"Are the others coming?" Eddie asked.

"Steve is dropping me off, but then he's going on a date with Nancy. They missed their last date night because Nancy got sick. Jonathan is expecting a phone call, and Robin is recovering from the same sickness Nancy got. She's currently in bed and cursing Nancy's name," Chrissy said.

"So, just you," Eddie smiled.

"Just me," she replied, smiling back at him.

"You don't have to keep saving me, you know," Eddie said.

"I know, I want to," Chrissy said. "You're not alone in this world, Eddie. I just want to make sure you know that."

"I know," Eddie said softly, and Chrissy kissed his cheek.

"See you tonight," Chrissy said.

"Looking forward to it," Eddie said.

Chrissy practically rushed through dinner, eager as always to see Eddie play. As per usual, Dustin pouted about not being able to go. She quickly said goodbye to her mother and brother before running out to Steve’s car. They were already late.

"Hey, you look nice tonight," Steve grinned as she got into the back seat.

"I'm going to tell him after the show," Chrissy said, beaming.

"Finally!" Steve exclaimed.

"What made you change your mind? I thought you were going to wait?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know, it just clicked while I was cooking," Chrissy said. "I didn't want to wait anymore."

"I hope it goes well," Nancy said.

"Me too," Chrissy grinned.

She said goodbye to them and quickly jumped out of the car, scurring inside and ignoring the dark clouds overhead. Chrissy cursed when she realized that Corroded Coffin was already playing. She really was late. Suddenly, she realized that this wasn't a cover song. This was "Fire Shroud," their original song. It was the song that Eddie said wasn't ready yet whenever she asked. He hadn't noticed that she had even come in yet. No, he was fully focused on the only other person at the bar. It was a young woman, not much older than they are, and she was really pretty too. Her hair was wildly curly, and Chrissy could barely make out the smattering of freckles on her face as she looked at Eddie. Eddie was looking back at her, enjoying the way her boot clad ankles tapped along to the music. Nothing could break their gaze, Eddie was euphoric at the sight of the other woman, and it felt like someone had punched Chrissy in the stomach. Chrissy plopped down in the darkened corner of the bar, closet to the door she just walked into. She watched as Bev eventually pulled the plug.

Eddie and his band started to clean up when she watched Ronnie grab his arm. She was pleading with Eddie, and she watched her mouth Chrissy's name to Eddie. Chrissy felt another blow to her stomach as Eddie laughed Ronnie off and shook his head at her. Once they put their instruments away, Chrissy watched as Eddie started talking to the girl at the bar. The way he talked to her and leaned closer to her. . .yeah, he was definitely interested in her. He had played the song for her, the same song he never would have played for Chrissy. She had read this all wrong. Eddie didn't like her. He was just being nice. She wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at them, but finally, she couldn't torture herself anymore. Chrissy walked out of the bar, leaning against the brick wall to wait for Steve. Her leg was shaking. God, she was so stupid. It took her a minute to realize that she was crying. The sound of thunder startled her.

"Come on, are you serious? Not now! That would be so fucking cliche!" Chrissy yelled.

Of course, the weather didn't listen to her. The rain came down in buckets, immediately soaking her. Chrissy let out a frustrated yell as more thunder and lightning followed. She was determined not to go back in even though she knew that standing out here was going to make her sick, but she didn't want to go back in there and face Eddie. She stood in the pouring rain and waited. She waited until the rain finally stopped, and Steve's car finally pulled up. She shivered, her entire body soaking wet as she slid in the back seats of his car.

"Sorry about your seats," Chrissy muttered.

"Jeeze, you could have waited inside," Steve said.

"Didn't want to," she replied.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine," Chrissy's bottom lip trembled. "Can we just go, please?"

"It didn't go well?" Steve asked softly.

Chrissy burst into tears again. Nancy quickly climbed into the back seat and wrapped her arms around her.

"Drive, Steve," Nancy said.

Steve drove off, and Chrissy sobbed into her shoulder. With her arm still around Chrissy, they walked into her house.

"Oh, honey, what happened?!" Claudia asked.

"I just got caught in the rain is all," Chrissy said. "I'm fine."

"Oh, let's get you out of those wet clothes," Claudia cooed.

"Do you mind if I spend the night, Mrs. Henderson?" Nancy asked.

"If it's alright with your mom, honey. It's more than okay with me," Claudia said and took her daughter to her room.

Chrissy let her mother take care of her and then bundled herself up in her blankets. Claudia left with promises of hot chocolate. Nancy was in the other room, and Steve left after kissing her goodnight while also saying goodbye to the Hendersons. He jokingly offered to beat Eddie up for her, but Chrissy knew that even he knew she would never want that. She stared at the picture on her dresser for a moment before getting up off the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Now, whenever she looked at it, she thought of Eddie locking eyes with that woman. Furious, Chrissy picked up the picture and put it in her bottom drawer before plopping down on the bed. Nancy came back in and laid down beside her.

"Called my mom," Nancy said. "She said it was okay. Did you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know," Chrissy said softly before launching into telling Nancy everything that happened.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but I hope whoever this girl is, that she's just an obstacle. We've all seen the way he looks at you, and I really hope that girl is nothing more than a case of Eddie being starstruck at the prospect of having another fan of his music," Nancy said. "It would be crazy to be anything else."

"Fire Shroud, Nance, he played Fire Shroud for her," Chrissy said with a groan. "It's just dumb. It's just a dumb crush on a boy. . .except that Eddie Munson isn't just some boy. Gah!"

"I don't think this is just a crush, Chrissy. I think you're in love with him," Nancy said.

"No! Nope! Absolutely not," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'll get over it if I have to. I can't be mad over Eddie, not returning my feelings. I can't force him to like me. He does seem like he wants to be my friend, so I can deal with having him be a part of my life even if it's not in the way that I want."

"Chrissy. . ." Nancy started to say.

Nancy was interrupted by Claudia coming in the mugs of hot chocolate. They both smiled gratefully at her. Chrissy got up and hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mommy," Chrissy said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You have your girl talk, and I'll handle Dustin. He's being very nosy," Claudia said.

"What else is new?" Chrissy asked, and Claudia laughed as she left. "Alright, enough about Eddie. Tell me all about your date with Steve."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed, sipping her hot chocolate.

"I'm a big girl, Nance. It's going to suck for a while, but I can handle it," Chrissy said. "Especially if I have my wonderful best friends to help me through it. Now, tell me about Steve."

Nancy smiled as she told her all about the date. Chrissy's smile grew as they chatted about Steve and drank their hot chocolate. Nancy's joy was infectious, and for a moment, Chrissy forgot about her problem. She fell asleep that night, curled up against Nancy, determined to face the next day as head strong as her friend. Unfortunately, the next morning, she woke up as sick as a dog. Claudia ended up having to practically push Nancy out of the door the next morning when Steve showed up. Claudia called into work and stayed with Chrissy, nursing her back to health. When Eddie called around lunchtime to check on her, Chrissy couldn't help but let hope fill her heart. Until the words came out of his mouth, she wasn't going to give up on him. When Friday rolled around, Chrissy found herself feeling better, and with a skip in her step, she strolled into school. Eddie was waiting for her by her locker. Ronnie was with him, too.

"Hey, Henderson, glad you're feeling better," Eddie said, flashing her his dimples. "School is a lot less brighter without you."

"Thanks, Eddie," Chrissy said.

"I think Ronnie missed you, too," Eddie grinned. "I think she's starting to like you more than she likes me."

"Oh, I definitely like her more than you," Ronnie said.

"Ouch," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed.

"Sorry, I missed your show," Chrissy said.

"Oh, you weren't there?" Eddie asked, and Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him.

"I was sick," she reminded him.

"Oh, right," Eddie said, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking guilty for a moment. "Well, you didn't miss much except for Bev pulling the plug."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" Chrissy asked.

"Why would it?" Eddie scoffed, but he couldn't quite meet her eyes. "You know, I promised Gareth that I would help him with something. I'm glad you're back, Chrissy."

Chrissy watched him walk away and confused about why he lied to her. Suddenly, she felt Ronnie touch her arm.

"You were there. Why didn't you tell Eddie?" Ronnie asked.

"You saw them. You know why," Chrissy said.

"She's just some chick that he met in a bar. She doesn't mean anything to him as much as you do," Ronnie said.

"He played her Fire Shroud," Chrissy said. "To her. . . Why didn't Eddie tell me that?"

"Why didn't you tell him that you were there?" Ronnie asked again.

"I was going to tell him how I felt," Chrissy muttered.

"And then you saw him with her," Ronnie realized. "Look, I love my best friend, but I'm siding with you if he messes this up. He does have feelings for you, but he's being a cowardly little shit and he's running away. I feel for the girl, but he's clearly using her to do that whether he realizes it or not. I don't think he went home with her or did anything with her. It was just one moment in a bar. She drew his attention for one night, but you have it every day since he fell for you on that cold, icey day, and that icicle nearly impaled you."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up here," Chrissy sniffled.

"Well, if he does anything stupid, just know that I'm here for you, too," Ronnie said.

"Thanks, Ronnie," Chrissy said.

Chrissy realized suddenly that the last few months had been all about Eddie. Maybe she needed to pull back a little, give him a chance to miss her. Plus, she really didn't want her entire world to revolve around him. Suddenly, she also realized that during the last few months of getting closer to Eddie, she had neglected her cheerleader and softball friends. Well, that wouldn't do. Chrissy desperately needed to come up for air. She needed to breathe.

Chapter Nine

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Entry 27

Day 204

Guess who was heading NORTH instead of SOUTH. How could one mess up this bad? Well, apparently the sun's direction has flipped! It rises in the west, and sets in the east! The earth has done a full turnaround on how it works! That asteroid really screwed us over.

Although I only learned that fact with the help of a man named Keralis. I just happened to see the smoke billowing out through a forest of Evergreens (Still shocked that those trees are even alive) and followed it to a rather lovely wooden cabin.

I would love to say I turned tail right there and left while I still could! (-Random buildings with smoke means people and I would rather not want to find out if they are deadly-) But my plans were foiled when my foot got caught in a snare trap and left me dangling like a pinta!

And just to make matters worse, guess who happened to walk out at that time!

(Spoilers, the owner of the cabin!)

"Are you alright? No broken bones?"

"A slight head rush! But nothing too awful!"

Now, one may think the most sensible way to untie somebody hanging upside down is to undo the rope around their ankle and lower them down. That would be a perfectly sane, reasonable option.

Not taking an axe and slashing just a few centimeters above your foot and sending you falling head first into the ground.

(My neck still hurts as of writing this.)

"You really need to watch out for those traps! Scavengers and bandits love to use those sorts of things to rob people blind!" The best way to describe his voice was Swedish. (I think. I've only ever heard Swedish accents in old TV shows in the G.U.I.D.Es)

"I'll definitely try harder in the future?"

After I had managed to collect myself from that little mishap, the man explained to me what he was doing out there. Apparently Keralis had been living in the woods for a few years now and had rigged it full of traps in case any wanderers (like me) or Stranglers got a bit too close to home.

He seems like a nice enough man. Brought me inside, got me a couple glasses of water and was overall very hospitable. Asked a few questions about where I was going and... Well.

"I'm trying to find the Demon and Heavy-Body Builder. I should get there tomorrow but I haven't really seen... Anything, really."

Keralis had fallen silent at the mention of the names. However... Back then he just sounded like he was holding in his laughter the more I think about it. "And are you sure you're going the right way?"

"Yes? The sun rises in the east, sets in the west. Work off of that and you're fine."

"Switch those two around."

"... What do you mean, switch those two around?"

And thus began a minute of the loudest, heartiest belly laughter I've ever heard. This poor man may have died from his laughter if he had not collected himself!

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry! But goodness-" A wheeze and another laugh. "-I haven't met anyone who didn't know that! Of course you haven't found them, you're going the wrong way! Come, come, I'll show you something that should help!"

Keralis showed me a room that would have been any mapmaker's dream come true. There were so many maps pinned up on the walls, feather quills laying about on a cluttered desk, and a huge window that just made the room feel SAFE.

I hadn't realized I had been staring at everything for so long when he set a compass in my hand. "This, my dear friend, will get you where you need to go." He had said with a twinkle in his eyes. (His HUGE eyes, mind you.)

"I... Are you sure? These things seem hard to find."

"Oh nonsense! Nonsense! I can make another one if I really need it. But you, mister, are running around like a dog trying to catch its own tail! In circles!" His hand had fallen on my shoulder at that point and something about it... Just seemed off. His hand was unnaturally firm and felt colder than a normal hand? "Where you need to go is Comparator City! I have a map just for it as well- I know a few people there myself!"

The man kept rambling about something (I can't tell you what) because I had seen something off with his neck. Why was it darker on one side than the other? And what was up with those lines? They looked so much like...

"Sweet face? You are staring!"

"I-I'm sorry, who?" That shocked the ever loving stars out of me. Even now, I have never met anyone who calls a stranger 'Sweet Face.'

"You silly! Sweet Face! Since I still don't know your name after all!" He dropped a rather heavy roll into my arms while I was still in my state of shock. "Those are for you! One map straight to Comparator City, and a few slips of blank paper to make your own maps." Before I could even thank him for his kindness, Keralis was pushing me out of the room. "I have a spare room you can stay in for the night. It's the least I can do for you getting strung up like that! There is also a river nearby, if you need to take a plunge. I've already tested, no flesh eating bacteria in it! Just... Don't drink the water. To be safe."

And... That leads us to now. Me writing in this journal after being able to actually soak in water for once (No more ten minute rushes) and a soft bed for the night. It's really nice here. But unfortunately I can't stay. I need to find The Doctor. And now...

Now I'm just one step closer to finding him.

-MLW

-G.U.I.D.E 67

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #original art #void art #the crash #hermitaday #keralis #martyn itlw #martyn inthelittlewood

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ATLA live action impressions part 2

Following on from last night's post, here are my impressions of eps 5-8

Still really loved it. Gonna be tarred & feathered for this but I actually like it better than the animated show

Highlights:

Ozai giving Zuko credit for finding the Avatar. There's this weird idea in the fandom that Ozai never intended to take Zuko back. Even though we saw him do exactly that at the beginning of Book 3. Yes he set an impossible task, but when Zuko (apparently) achieved it, he was like 'ok yeah cool - you have met my standards'. Sure, there's no way Zuko would have continued to meet those standards if he'd stuck around, but Ozai did actually keep his word. The fact that he does it to make sure Azula knows she's overstepped & remind her she's replaceable, is an especially nice touch

Getting to see how Azula is treated by her father. I've seen way too many people try to claim Azula was never abused because she wasn't literally set on fire like he was. Never mind that she avoided that fate only because she was able to meet his standards. And having to constantly strive to meet the standards set by someone who thinks 'find a guy who's been missing for a century' is a suitable task to set his kid is abuse.

Another annoying tendency of the fandom is to flanderise Ozai into some diabolical caricature who spends all his time thinking up new ways to torment poor Zuzu, so having that scene of him banishing Zuko was a nice touch. He genuinely believes he is being a good dad & raising his kid to be strong (note: This isn't me saying Ozai is right - I'm saying he thinks he's right.)

The 41st Division 😭

Iroh & Ozai interacting with each other

Gyatso!

I spy some female soldiers! A problem with the animated show was that it's all well & good deciding that the Fire Nation has female soldiers, but bias is a thing & 99.9% of the time if you ask someone to draw a soldier it'll be a man. Yeah sure they all stayed to guard the Fire Nation that's why we didn't see any till Book 3 suuure

"Anything you need." "It has to do with Koh." "Anything but that." DYING

Aang's whole speech to Zuko about how helpful his notebook was (let's be real Iroh probably sighed & told him it was a waste of time so this was the first time he heard 'Hey good job on the Avatar research!') & the way they bonded before he unwittingly set Zuko off

"Quit it before they think there's something wrong with you. More than there already is."

"The Firelord deems your performance... below average." OOF. Pretty sure that's the worst thing you can possibly say to Azula. She'd much rather be told she sucked outright than just 'meh'

Waterbender Yue

Non-arsehole Hahn

Using Kuruk lore from the Kyoshi books!

I like the changes to the NWT siege. Having the spirits' mortality be an occasional, temporary thing to gain an appreciation of life that occurs during a full moon when the powers of those who will protect them in that state are at their peak, makes more sense than permanent vulnerability that relies on nobody finding out. Also never made sense that a naval officer was stationed in a fucking desert & was able to just take time off to go through a spirit library, so having Zhao find his info from the Fire Sages works better IMO. I do hope we'll still get the spirit library though

Ozai's lil eyetwitch when Azula backtalked him like if you agree

Haven't mentioned yet but I love the costumes in this

Also never mentioned Momo, the Real Hero of ATLA

Sokka continues to be awesome

Lowlights:

June calling Iroh cute & fawning over him. Normally I'd think it's unfair for the live action version of a character to be held accountable for what the animated version did, but this leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Like og!Iroh's groping of June being treated like a joke has been called out many times so they fucking had to know what they were doing

Why isn't Azula's fire blue? We got like 1 second of it & that's it. Maybe consistent blue flames are a power up she'll obtain later idk

#atla #zuko #azula #ozai #aang

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Danganronpa 3: Future arc, episode 2

Thonks.

Soo after that fun episode, we are back to the killing game.

Fun.

I called it!

I knew Munakata was gonna Makoto for all of this. Even though it is not his fault.

Though he's definitely gonna blame himself now.

I mean I get it.

Munakata is grieving and of course you're gonna lash out at Makoto.

Because from his and everyone else's perspective he's the likely culprit.

He's already betrayed you once, Monokuma called him by name and this all happens when Makoto is being arrested.

But than, if Makoto is the mastermind why would he put himself and his friends in this?

To kill you guys? But than why not just kill you with the gas earlier and escape.

... Wasn't expecting him to tell Makoto to straight up kill himself.

Greif or not, what the fuck Munakata.

... Also how the fuck would that accomplish anything?

If you truly believe Makoto is on their side, if he kills himself especially on the basis that you were the one to make him do it... You're just gonna enrage them.

It's fucked and it's stupid.

Though now I'm sure he's gonna be like fine, I'll kill you myself.

... Yeah Chisa I don't think we can give him a chance, sorry.

Also Makoto in black and Munakata in white, we love to see it, visual oppositions.

The bracelets are dangerous.

I thought maybe they would be explosives but apparently they just inject you with death.

So that's fun.

And one person "the attacker" will be fine and can kill one person.

That person's a traitor... And Makoto is the traitor so more reasons against him.

"Why don't you gang up on someone you don't like and pray their the attacker."

Insert all the sprites surrounding and killing Makoto

.. What is this, the 5th trial?

So Makoto's fucked until they can prove who the real one is.

And omtop of that there's a "forbidden action" Something you can't do at all.

Or you die.

Man theres a lot to this one.

Given Makoto's luck, he's gonna get something bad isn't he?

Asahina, girl I love you but why are you acting like you haven't done this before.

And it's being televised...

Fuck I hope Komaru doesn't have to watch this... Again.

... And Usami is already here?

And apparently the avatar of Miaya, the ultimate therapist.

Who was apparently is one of the top developers for the neo world program.

Aka the simulator the Remnants went into.

Cool.

Though we all know this isn't gonna work, Usami can't beat Monokuma that's a fact.

Aaand Monomi is back.

Makoto: We need to work together.

Munakata: I couldn't agree more.

...You mean work together to kill Makoto don't u?

Because I don't believe you'd wanna work together with him.

I get why everyone's like find the traitor and kill them.

But Makoto being against that is gonna cause a rift, especially because their already is one and it makes him more suspicious.

... Also, who was the traitor in the first game?

And what happened to her because of all the infighting?

I doubt Makoto or Asahina especially want another Sakura situation happening.

"We can restrain them."

"Yeah, with your Super High School Level Luck, big shot .

Juzo...that's not how insults work.

"I'm not as easy to manipulate as Junko Enoshima."

WHAT?! 🤣Im sorry what???

There are many, MANY words to describe the chaotic mess of a human being that was Junko fucking Enoshima.

Easy to manipulate, are not those words.

I'm sorry... have you met, Junko?

In what world, is she easy to manipulate!??

Did you even watch the first game?

And he just hit Ryota... Fuck this guy man.

Talking about being in a war zone when he's acting like the big shot high-school bully.

I get your friend is dead and that's upsetting but let's be real my dude you'd be the asshole here either way.

There's no need for any of this.

This is what Monkuma wants and your playing into his hands.

There's always a big tough guy who has to be the asshole, to show he's strong when he's just as scared as everyone else.

Picking on people weaker than you doesn't make you tough, it makes you pathetic.

.... And because of your actions you've killed Ruruka because his forbidden action was "witnessing violence by participants."

Way to go, tough guy.

No one wants to share their forbidden action.

It's the "embarrassing memories" and the motive videos all over again.

And we all know how those ended.

Oh.. we're gonna just vote the person out straight away? With no evidence or anything?

Sure because that's a good idea? Munakata you are supposed to be smarter than this.

And it's not anonymous either... You're just creating tension.

I'll say it, the high schoolers handed this better than you guys.

He's totally gonna vote Makoto isn't he?

... Yup.

I can't imagine having such a disregard for human life that you're mentality is to kill everyone till you find the culprit.

Funnily enough, mass murder is not the answer.

Munakata saying Makoto understands that that the Remnants nerd to be eliminated at any cost.

... Like he didn't just go against that entirely.

Chisa, I know you're dead but you deserved better friends.

Gozu is officially my favourite member.

Dude shattered Juzo's knife with his bare hands.

Giving Sakura and Nekomaru vibes, the badass with a heart of gold.

And gas in the room, go go gooo.

... And Makoto is forbidden to run... Fucking hell.

Asahina got them muscles because she just piggybacks him away.

Concerned that Kyoko stayed behind.

The director of Hope's Peak telling someone violence isn't the answer.

Now I've heard it all.

Also he might not be Kirigiri but he giving them vibes.

Gozu continues to be the best person ever. Fighting Munakata one on one in the hallway.

Man we've got the ultimate wrestler vs the ultimate student council member.

I tell ya, fight of the century.

I'm sorry I can't take Munakata's talent seriously he sounds like the less cool version of Ishimaru.

Also Munakata your spitting bullshit.

How does killing, especially a person others care about stop despair?

That's like the textbook guide to causinh despair.

That's why the killing game happened and is happening now...Tf you on my dude?

Most unrealistic part of this is the future foundation lasting this long.

Annnd the floors caved in.

Makoto shutting the door the moment before Munakata threw his his knife.

And having Gozu in his side and carrying him.

Nice to see Makoto having some good luck here.

Even if... Yeah.

Times running on the bracelets.

I love the conversation between Asahina and Makoto. Telling her she's not alone, he and Kyoko are here.

They didn't know each other last time.

Now, they are a team.

And that, that's hope.

Plain and simple, it's knowing in your darkest hours you have something to hold onto to keep you going.

They might be in the worse situation on earth, again but they aren't alone this time.

They didn't have that before, not with each other.

It's something that the previous survivors are all banding together.

And the Future foundation members who have, because of the memory wipe, know each other longer.

And they have turned on each other.

Their split up, divided.

For an organisation built on the future, on hope.

They have none.

Not in each other, nor themselves.

I love Gozu adding into the conversation, remarking that Makoto was exactly the person he saw on the screen.

Because unlike Juzo's stupid ass, Gozu saw the killing game.

He saw that Makoto never gave up. Despite everything, he clung to that hope and inspired others.

It meant something to people, it changed lives.

Also him telling Makoto not to modest over his contribution, love this guy.

I love seeing the people who genuinely believe in Hope, who genuinely care for each other.

And than you have people like Munakata and Juzo who are just out for revenge and kill whoever disagrees with them.

I know Juzo says he's doing it for revenge but I don't believe him.

I believe Chisa's murder hurts him, but even if she hadn't died.

I can't see him being in this situation and not acting the way he is now.

Feels like an excuse, a justification to bring about his own perverse justice on whoever he wants.

And either way Chisa wouldn't be happy with either of them.

Makoto I love you but you're luck is more unhinged and complex than Nagito's.

It's not the best thing to rely on.

Times up.

I love how this just became the most dangerous game of Mafia.

.... NO

NO NO NO NO

FUCK THIS.

FUCK THIS OH FUCK NOOOO

ASAHINA 😭!!!

And the bloods literally on Makoto's hand so he looks the most sus.

What is this the first trial?

AHHHHHH

His face, oh Makoto... God this is Sayaka in the shower all over again.

They were just talking.

I HATE IT

I HATE IT HERE.

AHHHHHHHHH

#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #Danganronpa #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #great gozu #kyosuke munakata #juzo sakakura #kyoko kirigiri #ryota mitarai #long post

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abbyfmc · 2 years

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Yandere Boyfriend! x Girlfriend! Reader:

No one has asked me for this.

This idea of one shot from a yandere phrase that I published in my third book of 'Phrases and things of a yandere boy' which is the following (it's in Spanish but I'll translate it for you):

*Phrase #18:

'Why are you with my love? And why are you pissed? It is not you who has been robbed of many years of life in a hospital bed by a coma. Trust me I'll do anything to make up for lost time with her, so do me a favor and stay out of our lives.'

-By: Me.

Context: Y/n and William (it was the first yandere that came to mind) already had a love relationship but William one day suffers an accident so bad that it left him in a coma for a few years and when he wakes up he discovers that his lover later got a "friend" ( that of "friend" from William's point of view) who was keeping her company in his absence. When William managed to return home after several psychological and bodily resuscitation therapies, the friend was upset with Y/n but William was not going to give up on him, and said the phrase in a calmer but somewhat disturbing way.

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yandere name: William(original oc).

Warning: Tampering.

*__ PO.V*

I had just arrived home in the middle of a rainy night.

I live with my boyfriend William. We are both 28 now and we met when we were about 23 or 24 in college. He works as a lawyer and was busy most of the time and I was the manager of a fancy restaurant from which I sometimes bring home leftover food that no one wanted. Other times I or William cook.

We had a beautiful life despite the time that our jobs took us, or despite the stress we felt and no, we had no children or plans for it because we wanted to live more peacefully. We tried to talk even if it was by text and spend time together going for a walk, watching a movie or playing sports.

Until a specific day.

I had received a call on my phone after I got home. Sirens, crowds of people and horns were heard. It turns out that William had a car accident and when they searched his phone they found my number, and I believed it even more when the accident was reported on the news, so I took my coat, my keys and my bag and desperately ran to the hospital that I have been told and yes, William was admitted there.

--Sorry-- Once I got to the hospital I immediately went to the reception area and after asking for my boyfriend's name to find out where he would be, they told me that they were checking him in the Traumatology area on their respective floor, but that I should wait until They moved him to a room, so with my heart pounding I had no other.

--I hope you are well William-- I didn't want him to die. He and I had been through a lot together and if that happened, I would be so sad.

Time has passed and William still does not wake up.

Apparently, due to the accident, he has fallen into a coma and has been like that for several months.

I gave my contact information to the doctors and nurses so that while I was at work they could inform me of any progress or decline that my partner had, such as his severe trauma and yes, the prices of the bills to pay. I still haven't figured out who the opposing car was that left William like this, but as soon as I do, I'll see if I can do something about it legally.

--Hi again William-- I waved dejectedly as soon as I entered the room without receiving any response. The room didn't have much. Just a small bathroom next to it, the monitor William was hooked up to showing his vitals, a chair where I sat, and a small table.

I have been reading his favorite books to him, telling him things that have happened to me during the day and how I missed him in a calm way or… as calmly as I could because other times my voice broke and I ended up crying from fear maybe that he never woke up and the doctors disconnected him or that he ended up dying. I insisted to the doctors that they let him live and to the nurses too. On the other hand, she was tired since she left work and came here on weekdays and on weekends she used to clean the house for when William woke up and came back or tried to do the weekly shopping that could no longer be weekly due to our tight schedule.

--Yet I feel like I can't blame you-- Of course not. I can't be mad at him. Where are your other relatives? Only his old mother came to see him but after her no one else has come to see him.

Sometimes William moved his fingers or toes, cried or frowned, which the first time it happened really moved me but the doctor who was with me at the time explained that this type of movement is normal in people who they fall into a coma, and I'm used to that, although I don't lose hope that he will finally open his eyes and wake up.

--Come on William, you can survive. I know you can do it, I'll be here to see you wake up-- Sometimes I wished that he would wake up, that he would get better and that we could finally go home and remember this event as a bad nightmare or a bad time to restart a peaceful life.

On the other side, I have met a new guy at my job named Axel. He was the same age as me and at first he seemed like someone very serious, but he turned out to be someone very nice as time went by. However, when I saw his car, I must say that I felt that it was very very familiar to me for some reason and I thought I had heard of it somewhere, but I don't remember very well. He has tried to ask me out and has kept me company all this time. At first I didn't say anything to him about William for the first year until two years had passed.

Axel was very respectful when I told him about it and even went with me to the hospital, but his surprised face when he saw William made me suspect him, although he told me that nothing was wrong.

--ok if you say so-- I sat in the hospital cafeteria next to him since I haven't managed to eat that much all day, so I took the opportunity to relax.

--Well and… hey, are you seriously planning to sleep here? I see you very tired-- He showed concern for me, but William's mother has already been here all day and that lady must be tired, so I said yes and instead please take William's mother to her apartment since It's something like 10:00PM and it's a little late for her to be out alone.

--In agreement. We'll talk tomorrow, good night-- We said goodbye and I went to William's room. I have permission from the Traumatologist who treated my boyfriend and that is why no staff has told me that I should leave since apart from the mother, I am the only relative who comes to keep him company.

Time has passed really fast.

Axel has shown more interest in me than I expected over the next six years that we have known each other despite the fact that I still love William and stay with him, waiting for him to open his eyes to the point where whenever I can I check my cell phone in case there is a message from the doctor or her mother or I am always on the phone at home without losing hope.

But one day while I invited Axel to have coffee at my house, I received a call on my phone. It was late afternoon and calm was finally prevailing on that Sunday, so I stopped to pick up my phone, took the call and realized that it was William's mother.

📳📳Call📳📳

--Y/n! Honey, you there?-- William's mother asked really surprised and anxious about something.

--Yes ma'am, why does it sound like that? What's going on?-- I started to worry until my heart skipped a beat hearing a familiar voice in the background, which made me assume only one thing.

--Come to the hospital quickly! He has woken up and wants to see you!-- A wave of joy flooded my heart and my eyes immediately filled with tears of joy.

--I'm going to the hospital immediately ma'am! Tell William I'm coming!-- So I hastily closed the call.

📳📳End of call📳📳

I closed all the windows and quickly turned off all the lights while Axel looked at me all confused by my tone of voice when talking to my mother-in-law.

--What's going on?-- He asked confused and standing up immediately from the sofa.

--My mother-in-law called me from the hospital. William is awake and I have to go see him!-- He understood and left the house to his car, willing to take me since the car William used had a problem recently and I sent him to make some changes and improvements which are not ready.

--Thanks for taking me. Sorry if I put too much pressure on you, it's very important to me-- It was true. Many times I felt bad with him for rejecting him but he has never seemed to get angry although he has continued to try to have something with me on occasion, but my feelings already belonged to someone else during these six years.

I can not believe it. The love of my life managed to survive and woke up, I knew I shouldn't lose hope!

The whole way, she looked like a little girl about to go to her favorite water park. Axel didn't say anything about it, and when we parked in the hospital's civilian parking lot, I immediately got out and rushed into the building, looking for his room with Axel behind me trying to follow my steps until I was in front of the door of the aforementioned room.

--I think it's better that I stay here and wait for you-- Axel added, sitting down on one of the hall chairs with his phone. I insisted that he come with me and he did, so I opened the door and went inside.

--Good afternoon Mom-- Yes, my mother-in-law trusts me so much that she lets me tell her mom sometimes. I see William talking to her with some confusion perhaps because she told him that it had been six years since her fatal accident. William had been looking at me for a while, perhaps having mixed feelings, and I walked towards him with tears in my eyes and my heart pounding in my chest.

--William, I knew you'd survive-- He seemed to smile and I hugged him as best I could so as not to hurt him. I didn't feel able to say a word. I could feel him respond to my hug which lasted a long time while Axel and my mother-in-law talked about who knows what topic. We didn't part for a while and then I sat down in the chair next to her.

--You are still as pretty as before. I'm glad to see you-- He then proceeds to see Axel talking to his mother about how things have been around these six years and after Axel also looks at him, I feel like all of a sudden a not-so-good tension builds between these two.

--Who are you? Have we met?-- William asked Axel seriously.

--No, I do not think so. But anyway, I'm Axel, nice to meet you-- I could see that they were both giving each other a fake smile. I feel like something is wrong here and I don't know why.

--Yes, equally. Did you come with Y/n?-- William asked him in response and Axel nodded, so I told him that he is a friend I met on my job shift some time ago and that I brought him so they could meet, although internally I could already see that perhaps it was not a very good idea.

--I see-- Will answered. To break the awkwardness, Axel said that he had to leave at that time. I felt bad for him and tried to apologize but Axel said it wasn't my fault so I let him go "quiet".

My mother-in-law named Gladys and I proceeded to tell him that six years have passed since his accident and that we have been taking care of him all this time. Both me and my mother-in-law have even had to wake up here and divide our schedule. While I was here I talked to him and even read to him or simply waited for him to wake up and his mother did the same when she was here.

--Thank you both very much indeed-- I was able to see William smile again after a long time, which made my heart and his mother's too happy.

During the following days, Mrs. Gladys and I have been helping William to follow the resuscitation therapies that the doctor has made him follow, since after six years in a coma and therefore, immobile, his body was asleep, so it was very difficult for the beginning, but I was always giving him encouragement and support after leaving work unless I was cleaning the house while Axel helped me with the weekly shopping when it had to be done, giving me my money, of course since he insisted on helping me with the errand.

And after a long time waiting in recovery at the hospital, William was finally able to return home with me where the medical processes, both resuscitative and psychological, continued and I was able to be more relieved just as William was able to be happier with me. It goes without saying that the night William came home we even slept in each other's arms, especially me since for some reason I felt that they were going to take him away from me.

--Calm down darling. Nothing and no one is going to separate us, I will never leave your side again-- I hugged him at bedtime. It felt strange yet good to have him back by my side once more, and with him reciprocating it is so much better.

But that's not the only thing, since every time Axel and William see each other, it's noticeable as a kind of not-pretty tension between those two. I've tried to find out what it is but William just tells me that he doesn't trust him, that it sounds like it came from somewhere but he still doesn't know where and that it doesn't bother him at all while Axel is annoyed with me and didn't want to tell me nothing as much as I wanted to insist. On the other hand, Mrs. Gladys has been staying with William while I was at work and is taking care of him while helping him heal and slowly readjust to his life again.

However, things got weirder on my birthday when Axel came to bring me a rather happy present which was a small piece of cake, at which point William came out of our room and pretended to greet Axel kindly.

--Oh hello Axel. It is very kind of you to come to congratulate my girlfriend and remember her birthday on top by bringing her cake-- William sat in the armchair next to me and in front of the sofa where Axel was sitting who did not seem in a very good mood when he saw him. I decided to get up and go to the kitchen to make some tea for everyone.

--Guys, I think I'll make some ginger tea, would you like it?-- They nodded slightly and then I left. He couldn't bear that awkward situation. The kitchen isn't that far from the living room so if they said anything I could hear it. I looked for the ingredients in the pantry and while mixing them, I heard a strange conversation between the two of them.

--So… you've been coming here after that day-- I could hear William say to Axel. What day are you referring to? Isn't it…

--Please man, I already told you that was not my intention even after that trial, seriously-- Lawyer? What judgment are you talking about? I mean, I know that William before the coma belonged to a respectable law firm but I didn't know that Axel was also one since he never wanted to tell me what he worked for.

--I don't care what your intentions were. It is not going to be that the client you defended that time wants revenge for making my client win successfully-- Now that I remember, William before the crash (which I was not by the way) told me that he had to fight a popular rich criminal around town to defend his client and told me to get as little involved as possible even though Will and his client victim won and the defendant was sentenced to a lengthy jail term.

--What? Do not say foolishness. When I met her in that restaurant, I didn't even know that she had anything to do with you. I fell in love without even knowing it-- I was about to light the stove with the match when I heard that. Neither I nor William said anything for a few seconds that seemed so long that you could hear a pin drop to the floor. I turned the stove on low and put the pot with the tea, then let it boil while I listened.

--So that was it. You were in love with her while I was in a coma-- William replied.

--Yes, but she was always faithful to you and we are just friends now although I always helped and supported her in whatever way I could. We never try anything wrong-- That was true. Axel helped me and supported me in my difficult moments like any friend would but we never tried anything behind William's back, my heart and feelings of love and hope that my partner would come back from the coma always won me over.

--That makes me happy. But I'll make something clear to you-- William replied again.

--She will always be mine-- I didn't know this facet of William, although I can understand it being someone who doesn't exactly cause a pleasant memory.

--I know, I already accepted it, what's your problem with that?-- Axel replied annoyed.

--And why are you angry? It's not you who's had six years of life in a hospital bed in a coma. Trust me, I'll do anything to make up for lost time with her, so do me a favor and stay out of our lives-- William replied calmly but seriously. I could hear a growl from Axel followed by a 'Whatever you say' and then I heard the kettle ding, indicating that the tea was ready, so I turned off the stove, found cups and poured the tea into each one to leave. carefully to the room without saying almost a word, but Axel was gone.

--He had some problems to solve and that's why he left, but don't worry love, you have me-- I handed his mug to William as I put the small pot on the coffee table in the living room and took my cup of tea, but not before blowing on it a bit.

I was surprised to hear that side of William, but I dare not say anything about it yet. Although I already know the origin story of their rivalry.

I don't know how far it can go though.

I just hope it doesn't go too far.

-The End.

#yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere love #platonic yandere #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere

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rainsoakedphoenix · 1 year

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You Mean Everything - Chapter 1

This was originally a story I had on my Quotev account (which is a website for quizzes, stories, etc) that I made a profile on a decade ago, which is currently under the name Bishop. I don't see many people using that website anymore and I myself don't use it much anymore so I no longer wanted to write there. This story was first published there in December of 2020 - my last genuine update was around May of 2021. I just wanted to include this note to say this story is NOT stolen - I just made an author's note on the website a couple hours ago to say I'm transferring the story here, and that my Quotev account will be deleted in 2 weeks' time

I had intended for this to be a Gally love story, but after thinking about it, I want to make it a Newt love story as well. Their love interest is my OC Ada (pictured - faceclaim is Paige McKenzie), and this story will go off the movies, so there will be 3 books following all 3 movies.

The world and the characters of the Maze Runner belong to the creator James Dashner; I am by no means claiming to own anything other than my OC Ada and her storyline

Not proofread yet, but I will come back later and do some editing

Warnings: none that I can think of at the moment, but please let me know if I need to add any

WC: 1,199

"And this is the Medical Hut. Most likely where you're going to be working, but we'll see."

Alby had just finished explaining to me all the ins and outs of the Glade. I came up in the Box just a little while ago, scared out of my mind. Looking for a way out, but of course not finding one. I got many dirty looks upon being pulled out of the Box by a soft-eyed Newt; after hearing the whispers and looking around, I had deduced it was probably because I seemed to be the only girl. They were skeptical about the fact that an organization named WCKD would send a woman to the Glade.

Aside from the dirty looks, I also noticed a few of the guys staring at me in awe: I later learned from Alby it was because they haven't seen a girl since their memories were wiped.

"Get away from the Greenie. Get back to work," he had said.

I was thankful for the order. Having a bunch of random guys staring at me wasn't helping the fact that I was forced into a place I didn't know and couldn't even remember my name. I was told it would come back to me shortly, and that it's all you're going to get back from your life before.

"Find Chuck. Little kid with the curly hair. Can't miss 'em. He'll show you where you're going to be sleeping tonight, and then introduce you to everyone. You should be done in time for dinner. Tomorrow, we'll see which job you'll fit in with best. Good luck here."

He patted my shoulder, taking me out of my thoughts, before walking away.

"Would it have hurt to at least tell me where he is?" I muttered to myself. Sighing, I decided to just walk straight and hope I came across him.

It didn't take too long to find him. Kind of. Being the new Glader, he was actually looking around for me too. Apparently, he's excited that there's now a girl in the Glade.

"That's so cool that they sent a girl up. Some of the other guys say it's a bad thing and that we're all going to die soon."

"Who's saying that?" I quickly looked over at him, slight panic on my face. Could they be right? I mean, I don't know anything about WCKD and I just met some of these Gladers but if I were in their position, I would also find it odd that after 3 years of nothing but boys, they send a girl up. But that being a death sentence? I hope not.

"Gally, for one. And whoever is actually friends with him," was his response.

"What do you mean?"

"He's kind of a slinthead sometimes. But don't tell him I said that." He had a look of worry on his face.

All I did was laugh, "Sure thing."

After talking with him a bit longer, him showing me the sleeping quarters and helping me make my bed, it was time for dinner. According to Chuck, they mostly have either meat, potatoes and vegetables, or vegetable stew and bread for their meals. It makes sense though; they only have but so many resources here, and WCKD only sends up but so much with each new Glader. The food does smell good though, and I now realize I'm very hungry.

I decided to sit with Chuck. He's really the only person I've talked to since arriving. Talking to Alby earlier, I was getting the feeling he's one of the people that are skeptical of me being here. I guess I understand though.

"The one staring at you from over there is Gally," Chuck said to me. I looked in the direction he nodded, just in time to see Gally look away.

"He looks a little angry."

"He's always angry. I think he's also upset that a girl's here. But no matter; sorry I didn't have time to introduce you to everyone."

"It's okay," I said, "I don't think I want to meet a bunch of guys who hate me already anyway."

Chuck chuckled, then looked to the side in time to see Newt walking over to us.

"Hey Greenie. How's your day here so far?" His voice is calm; not a hint of anger or hatred from him at all. His accent and presence was calming to me. Not that I wasn't already calm. He was the first one that spoke to me when I first got here. As far as I could tell, nothing but kindness ever came from that boy. Same with Chuck.

"It's been okay. I've made a new friend already," I pointed to Chuck.

"Yeah, he's easy to get along with. If you didn't know, he was actually the Greenie before you." I looked over at Chuck. "No way."

Chuck nodded. "Yep, only been here a month. It hasn't been too bad. I got a lot of stares when I first came up in the box too, because I'm so much younger than everyone else." Sadness came over me then. Who would send a child to live like this? Here, where they have to grow all their own food to survive. Where they have to make buildings from scratch to help them stay out of rainy weather. Having to make their own bedding just to have someplace comfortable to sleep. Why are we even here?

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It didn't take me long to settle in. After a few days, I had gotten used to the stares. Knew when it was time to go to bed, and when it was time to wake up. Knew when the meal times were. Gotten used to all the blood and wounds that I had to patch up. Sometimes I would even say I enjoyed it here.

My first month here went by quickly. Surprisingly, nothing bad had happened to us. Everyone kept saying we were going to die soon, but things seem pretty normal around here to me. My name finally came to me in my sleep one night. Ada. Chuck and Newt were excited when I told them.

"It's nice to meet you, Ada," Newt had said with a smile.

A loud siren snapped me out of my thoughts. I panicked, at first thinking that I had spoken too soon and maybe that sound signaled something bad. Maybe we were going to die.

Chuck soon ran by me. "Come on! We got a new one!"

It took me a second to realize what he meant by that. I quickly followed after him to where all the other Gladers were gathered. Around the Box, where I came up from just a short month ago. Newt and Alby opened the grates in time to reveal a boy, most likely around my age, trying to hide in a corner. Gally jumped down into the Box with him, crouching down.

"Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine."

#the maze runner #tmr gally #tmr newt #thomas brodie sangster #will poulter #maze runner #gally x oc #newt x oc

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I'm sorry this is incredibly long, my anxiety about it all is quite severe as i am so scared they are going to choose to not continue my tenancy once December rolls around, to which i am truly fucked as i have literally nothing if that happens, so i am so scared of it but as stated, i feel being so persistent on this and risking that is worth standing up for myself and doing what i feel is right. So with all that said, i got an automatic response to say the person is out of office, but i just sent this Email to Swan, so no going back now:

I'm sorry if this is not the place to do this, i keep contacting Swan through the feedback form and hearing nothing, so i assume it doesn't work. Can i have this raised to a stage 3 please?

Again, i have had no apology from Swan for giving me the flat the state it was in, especially considering i was given it in Winter and when we had bad storms and all of that was going into my flat. The illnesses i had, the pain i was in, how cold i was, i don't see how any of that met Swans standards.

I still have not received a sincere apology for blaming me for causing the mould, i have been told sorry for "feeling" like the initial response blames me for the mould, and had it denied it does, but when the letter factually in writing states "... all the trickle vents were jammed closed, this was causing the mould." that says nothing about the walls, ceiling, or state of my windows causing it.

I also cannot count the amount of appointments i have had with Axis that have lead literally nowhere, or have lead to me just making other appointments because the current person can't/won't do anything until another issue is sorted. I booked an appointment for my mould wash a month in advance, to have that cancelled on me with no notice, even though i have been trying to get this issue sorted since January/February time. And now even recently, i had an appointment booked with a roofer and it was specifically stated multiple times it was a roofer, to be told a roofer had never been booked to see me. And now, again, when apparently the actual roofer comes over, he didn't do anything, and again, i have been told i need to book an appointment next week to have him over after i have already booked 2 appointments with him. And i have honestly had about 15+ people come and take photos of my mould, only the most recent one actually went to remove it, but couldn't, but then what were all the appointments before that? What have i spent months attempting? I could forgive these if they were individual incidents, but when i have had so many appointments like this over such a long space of time, again, i just don't see a quality of standard there.

Lastly, being honest in a way i maybe shouldn't be. As has been stated previously, i know i maintain my rent, my council tax, i try my best to maintain the property within my capable parameters, to my knowledge no neighbours have complained of me, but i am scared of complaining as i am scared of my tenancy not being continued. But this has taken such a severe toll on my mental health, my anxiety has been the worst it's been in a while, my insomnia has been the worst it's been in a while, I'm still currently trying to come out of a rather severe depression, something i haven't had happen in a while. All of this has purely been from the stress of trying to sort out these issues in my flat, these appointments, the communication issues, and the fact i have been unable to do a lot in my flat due to the state it was in and continues to be in, and also what i went through in Winter. And for me, the risk of what i feel could be a severe future problem is worth trying to be happy and comfortable.

Again, in all honesty, i am scared to say this and to be blunt due to any future repercussions, even though i believe i have done nothing wrong and am just trying to resolve pre-existing issues. But i have always responded to Swan/Axis, I've let you know if appointment times do not work for me, I've maintained being respectful to everyone, I've been friendly or at the very least civil to anyone I've spoken to, I've done as much as i can to maintain my flat and uphold Swans policies and procedures. But i do just constantly feel so disrespected from almost every contact i have had with Swan and Axis, and i know i am one of many tenants that you manage to you, but for me, this is my life, this is my home, and it's had such a heavy impact on me, and when there has been no acknowledgement and no sincere apology for that, it upsets me.

I know i could love living here, this flat is a beautiful flat, it felt good to be here initially, the things i have set up to decorate it are going to look great, and everyone who has seen this flat has loved it for the same reasons i fell in love with it, it could be such a wonderful property. But these issues are holding back its potential and that's what i just want resolved, i want to feel so proud to live here and to be eager to show it off, i want to tell people with pride that it's a Swan property, but i can't do any of that while these issues persist. So can i please have this raised to a stage 3 and can i please just get these things resolved?

I have checked this over a lot as i am scared people would make many alterations to this and my anxiety aboit this all is extremely severe, and i struggle with comunication, especially formal communication, as i never know what is correct to say. So i apologise in advance if anything has seemed too forward or aggressive, that is not my intentions. I truly was and still am so grateful for Swan to allow me to move into this property, and i would happily live here for an extended period of time if Swan agrees, but i do just want these issues resolved. Thank you for your time in reading this and i hope you have a good week.

#personal

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Please I am just obsessed you both are just so sweet and cute :) I’m sorry for asking so many questions theres not many agere safe blogs within the marvel fandom that I’ve found that openly talk like this :’)

- Do they have a favorite show or movie to watch when regressed?

- How did you become a platonic cg with your little?

It's okay! We don't mind the questions, but they're a little spotlight shy so I'm not mentioning them by name in each of these posts (but if you have a look around my blog it's pretty easy to figure out who it is)

Not so much favourite shows, they like most shows, but movies are their favourite!! We Bought A Zoo, the Jurassic movies and anything with their favourite actresses are definitely high on the list! They're so cute, they like to make noises with the dinos (apparently they've been practicing with their stego, Spike) We Bought A Zoo is good for them to be little, and is also very comforting when they have a bad day 🥺🥺

Well we actually met here, on Tumblr, and we talked a looooot. Like, I can't even remember how our conversation started. They showed me their little side quite early on and they were delighted that I accepted them (people are assholes sometimes). We kept talking and now we talk mainly on Discord because Tumblr has been somewhat unkind to them in the recent times 😢😢😢 I was so happy when they asked if it was okay for me to be their caregiver, and I'll admit, I was nervous. I was quite new at it all and scared I would do something wrong, but like most relationships either plationic or romantic, you learn about each other and become atune to one another. I check up on them via Discord and Tumblr whenever I can, and when we haven't spoken in a bit or they're feeling down on their blog, we talk and sort through our feelings together 🥰🥰🥰 There's always one thing that is consistent with every little I've met: nicknames (i have a few from my littles) and reassurance.

Regressing, psychologically, is a defense mechanism and a trauma response (at least, for my little that is the case sometimes). It's a way to escape this shitty world in any way shape or form from whatever trigger that's there. Reassurance that they aren't annoying, or that they aren't clingy is the key to keeping them and yourself happy. If you want space, it should be communicated in a fashion that doesn't make a little anxious, because littles should feel safe and protected. I sometimes ask for space, and that's okay for us. Work sometimes gets in the way, but we always tell each other when we have work and that we can talk after. Driving whilst talking is a no-no, so wishes of driving safely are always exchanged 🥰🥰🥰

They are quite possibly one of my favourite people to talk to, and my entire day is made when we talk.

#anon asks #small squeaks #my little munchkin #this is so long whoops #but you are right i do love talking about them

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ughwannasleep · 2 years

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Um hi. 11 hours from now marks the 1 year of my partners death. She was 20 and died of melanoma, skin cancer, despite never going in the sun. Some fucked up miracle.

It's been probably 10 or 11 months since I posted. My grandmother (72) who was supposed to pass before Thanksgiving is still alive and at her last check, despite having zero treatment whatever was wrong with her is completely gone. And I know I should be happy but instead I'm still pretty pissed off that this old lady who is the MOST NEGATIVE person I've ever met is still alive and yet someone who was so young and kind and caring and was going to make the BEST teacher and foster parent is gone. I'll never understand.

It's been a long year. I fell into drinking really badly, slipped up with self harm a couple times. But I have found the best friend in the world, they happens to be my late partners best friend. We met in person the day of the memorial and have been inseperatable. We traveled across the country to the grandcanyon, went to our first concert, traveled to Miami. There's been a lot of good and bad this year. I quit my job. I wasn't doing good and it was just a constant reminder of the future I had planed with my partner. I'm a full time doordasher now. I'm taking my last 2 classes before I get my associates and I'm freeeee.

I'm still living with my grandmother but once I have the degree I'm hitting the road I hope. I lost my health insurance in January. I'm completely unmedicated. My bipolar has been really bad since the semester started. My depression keeps hitting new lows.

I've also recently realized that other than my best friend I'm completely alone. Our friend group had the 4 of us. And it was great earlier this year my best friend moved 1.5 hours up and lived with my mom next door. The 4 of us were getting drunk every single weekend for a while. The other 2 were also friends with my late partner. 1 had known her since they were in middle school.

Things changed over time though. I stopped drinking again. my partner hated it. It tore us apart 6 months before we started dating because of who I become when I drink. I stayed sober for a while after her passing out of respect for her memory. At some point me and my best friend started platonically flirting when we would drink. I flirt with everyone when I drink. I'm that person. I'm a hoe when I drink, that was part of the problem my partner had with it (justifiably).

Apparently 1 of the friend group had a problem with this. Never said anything to me, just to the other. Apparently it was disrespectful to her memory, to soon, all that jazz. And I get it in some ways I do. But also, I think it was disrespectful to get drunk with me every weekend. I'm an alcoholic. I can't just have 1 drink. It took a lot of work for me to go sober the 1st time. They had no problem helping me on to the wagon my partner fought to get me off. Yes. My alcoholism is MY problem and no one else's but you can't criticize me and call me disrespectful and say I'm dishonoring her memory when you keep handing me the bottle. I wouldn't have gotten flirty with my friend if I were sober. And Ultima it was still platonic. There was never anything emotional to do with it.

Ugh there's just so many things. But I'm here to vent. So have it all. There's also the fact, and I haven't really been quite about this, because I need those around me to know. She was 20 years old, dying, scared, stubborn. Our relationship lasted 21 months. 9 of those she was diagnosed with the cancer. And I had been fighting with ther to go to the doctor for months prior to the diagnosis. I stayed by her every single step of the way. She was quite about her struggle. Most of the people in her life didn't even know she had stage 3 until July. They didn't know she was dying until September. If they were lucky. She didn't want anyone to know. I understand they lost her to. But I feel like people are judging me for the way I had to block out and move on just to keep myself breathing. They don't know how bad it was sometimes. And I won't tell them because I don't want the images I have to haunt them like they do me. They'll never know so many things. She went into the hospital for the last time on September 24th and we lived there until her last moments. I was there every day. I memorized every part of her medical history. She was to shy and quiet, worried about being a burden. I was the one that would tell the nurses when she needed medicine. I was the one who held her hand for every. Single. IV, blood thinner shot, panic attacks. Her last 24 hours sepsis set in. And those are the hours that I can never tell these people. And I won't tell them here because even strangers don't need the images I have ingrained in my head.

And yet. I'm the bad guy for doing what I needed. It wasn't that I forgot about her. I think about her every day. It was that I had to block out the fact that she died to keep myself moving. 1 month after she passed I had to move in to take care of my grandmother, who at the time was completely dependent on me. By the end of the year I had to give up 1/2 of the animals we loved together. I had to move out of the home we shared. Go through all of her things. I spent literally the entire year watching 2 of the people who meant most to me die. Yes, my grandmother made it. But I spent months waking up, going to her room as soon as I woke up, to make sure she was still breathing holding mine for the moment she wasn't.

And people have the nerve to tell me I was disrespectful because I tried to get back to normal.

I messed up so much in our relationship. Prior to the diagnosis. I wasn't 100% faithful. And that haunts me every single day. I hate that she had to find out after she died. I fear death because I'm so scared I will see her on the other side and she'll hate me. Or be upset. Or give me the hell I deserve. There are so many things that haunt me more days then they don't. I tried getting her to go to the hospital for months before she did. If I would've tried, forced her like I did once a month after the diagnosis (not an exaggeration. Everything that could go wrong did.) Then she would still be alive. And I live with that. Every day.

Anyway. Back to the point. So our friend group of 4 people. The 1 who thinks I disrespected her memory is quite in the group chat. Never says anything. That's just who he is. But the other one. There's been twice recently where I've been in a really really bad place. Slipped up with self harm (I didn't tell them that) and like, genuinely wasn't sure if I'd survive the night. I reached out to group chat. My "friends" practically crying because it was so bad and I didn't know what to do. Let the record show, earlier this year when the table was reversed I reached out, talked to the person, picked them up and took them to the hospital to get help. I watched them all open my message and leave it. My best friend of course reached out but the other 2 absolutely nothing. Both times, 30 mins to an hour later by best friend would send something and they'd reply. And I've honestly came to the conclusion that they don't like me.

That if I'm not getting drunk with them I don't matter to them. And it's been obvious. 9/10 when I say something the in the group chat they don't respond but when anyone else does they do. And I know better. When I went sober back in 2019 these people were in the group. And when I went sober back then I did it alone. The moment I stop drinking I stop having friends. And I'm so thankful for my best friend this year. I couldn't have done this alone and I know I would've just kept drinking. I'm on the verge of going back there. But I'm tired of fake friends. I'm tired of drunk friends.

Also, the whole point why I'm here, because this wasn't meant to be a diary entry. I'm at my heaviest weight ever. 210. And honestly i hate everything about myself. So there's that. Good to be back rabbit hole. Good to be back.

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Positively Sure

AN | Please read and see warnings before proceeding! This is incredibly personal to me because this was something I was diagnosed with earlier this year and am learning to live with. It’s something I feel very conflicted about because the rational part of me knows realistically it’s not that bad and I will be okay but the more emotional part of me has had issues coming to terms with it. But - as always your feelings on what’s affecting you, your body, your mind, and how you feel are valid. We’re all different and handle things in our own way. There are so many people that deal with this same issue (and so many other issues) and are so supportive that it makes it feel a little less horrible. So this is for those that might be going through the same thing, or just need a little bit of extra love. Please know that you matter and are wonderful as you are ❤️ Also apparently Frankie is just my comfort character 🥺

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Reader is diagnosed PCOS [and this discusses many things surrounding that issue]

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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He had a smile that couldn’t be described as anything but sunshine. It made his whole face light up, causing his eyes to crinkle in the corners and that singular dimple to show up. You were sure he probably wasn’t even aware of how intently you were studying him, but he always seemed to capture all of your attention. It didn’t even take any effort on his part; there was just a magnetic pull that drew you into him.

He was sitting at the small outdoor table across from Santiago and Benny, animatedly speaking with them as he held the baby in his lap, bouncing him gently and causing him to laugh. Santi’s baby was almost a year old but he already loved all of his uncles tons. While it warmed your heart to see him so happy, it also made your stomach drop at the same time. You had a feeling that in the future he would want this too but with a child of your own. You wanted him to have everything in the world and while you wished you could be the one to give it to him, you knew that more than likely it would never be you. And that was enough to break your whole heart.

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“Hey,” his voice was soft as he crawled into bed next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You made a small sound in content but didn't fully face him; you were afraid if you did then you'd break then and there, "what's wrong, my honey bee?"

"Nothing," you lied quickly, sounding unconvincing to the both of you, "just tired is all."

"Mhmm," he hummed quietly, soft brown eyes still trained on you as he waited for you to expand on your answer. When nothing but silence met his ears, he let out a long breath before rolling onto his side. You swallowed thickly before following suit and turning to your side away from him. After a bit of tense silence, a heavy arm draped around your waist as Frankie touched you, needing some ounce of comfort in having you next to him.

You knew he was worried even without saying it and put your hand on top of his, squeezing gently. You needed him to know that you weren't mad at him. As much as you tried to fall asleep, you found yourself unable. Instead you were staring at the alarm clock, watching the glowing red numbers tick by. After a while you realized that Frankie wasn't breathing deeply or snoring. He was still wide awake too.

"Frankie?" you whispered softly, still clinging on to the vain hope that maybe he was deep in slumber. There was a moment of hesitation before you felt his hold on you tighten and a light kiss pressed to your shoulder.

"I'm right here honey," his promise was so soft, so gentle it almost brought tears to your eyes again.

"We haven't…talked about it in a while," you took a deep breath in a vain attempt to hold back your tears, "d-do you still want kids in the future?"

"I…" he paused for a moment as he racked his brain. Did he? He truly hadn't thought about it, never having it be on the forefront of his mind. But then again, he really did love Santi's little boy and getting to be around him. It would have been a lie to say he hadn't thought about holding a baby of your own in his arms, "I don't know. I think so though….maybe?”

You remained silent as you let his words fall over you; you knew he hadn’t meant anything by it, hell he didn’t even know there was anything going on in your mind with the question. You wondered if you could feign silence and pretend you’d suddenly fallen asleep. When you remained quiet, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t even try to fight him, instead you let him; you let him hold you and press gentle kisses to your shoulder while a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, honey?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together, “did I do something? Say something?”

“No,” you promised, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it softly, “you haven’t done a thing wrong, my love. It…it’s not you. I’m not…”

“Tell me,” he turned you over so you were facing him. Even in the darkness, only the pale moonlight filtering in, you could see the upset look on his face. You sniffled and tried to wipe away your tears but he beat you to it, tenderly brushing them away with his thumb, “it’s okay, honey. Whatever is going on, you can always tell me. You know that.”

“I don’t deserve you, Francisco,” he almost laughed at your words, how sweet and tender they were for a man that never felt good enough for you, “I love you.”

“You deserve more than me - I’ll doubt ever be good enough for you,” he grinned as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “but for what it’s worth, and to me it’s everything, I love you too.”

“Silly man,” you laughed lightly before reaching over and putting your hand on his face, “you’re everything to me too.”

“Anything you’re going through, you know you can tell me and we’ll work it out together,” he gaze was trained on you, his expression so soft, “honey.”

“When I went to the doctor the other day,” you sighed lightly, attempting in vain to blink away the tears. Instead of worrying about them, you let them run your cheeks. His brows furrowed in concern as you shook your head, “we were talking and she asked me some questions and one thing led to another and…”

You paused at a loss for words as you bit your lip. You bit down so harshly you were surprised you hadn’t drawn blood. Frankie hadn’t said anything, not wanting to interrupt you or make this any harder than it had to be. His hand was on your waist as he traced aimless little shapes into your skin, “I…I don’t think I’ll be able to have children, Frankie. I don’t think I can give you a baby…I…I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” his eyes were wide with concern as he sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. It was impossible to read his face, to possibly understand what he was thinking. He wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face into his chest, “whatever are you sorry for? Honey, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I…I love you more than anything in this world.”

“I…you’re not…upset?” Of course he wasn’t. Your gentle, sweet Frankie could never be upset with you. He was too good of a man to ever be like that.

“Of course not,” he promised, “the only thing that hurts me is seeing you so upset.”

“Even if we-”

“I will always love you,” he took your face in his hands, swiping his thumb over your cheek, “nothing is ever going to change that.”

“Nothing?”

“Well, I mean I’d probably draw the line at child murder,” he joked, which caused you to burst into a fit of giggles. His expression softened as he watched you relax, “there’s my girl.”

“Frankie,” his name was like honey falling from your lips, “I’m nervous. It’s…just a lot.”

“Tell me,” he insisted, nudging his nose against yours before kissing you, “what’s going on, mi amor?”

“The doctor thinks I have PCOS,” it felt weird hearing those words out loud in your own voice for the first time. Frankie raised an eyebrow in question, “polycystic ovarian syndrome - it means there are lots of small cysts in the ovaries along with the eggs or instead of them. You know how my periods are irregular? Well, that and combined with some of the other things I told her about other things that have been going on basically caused her to think it’s that. I have to go back in a few days for them to do some ultrasounds to see what they can find and then go from there.”

“Honey,” he studied intently for a few moments before kissing you. It was a soft, sweet thing, intended to pour as much love into you as possible, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this. Whatever you need from me, just tell me. I’ll do anything I can, please know that. Even if it’s just to offer silly jokes to make you laugh.”

“I will,” you promised with a teary laugh, “I know. And I know realistically that I’ll be no worse off than I am now, but it just feels like it’ll change everything. And it’s silly to feel so worried about it now and women with it can still get pregnant, it’s just much harder and more risky. I just…”

“Can I come with you?” he asked and before you could even answer him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, burrowing your face into his neck. He remained quiet, holding you and letting you get out all the tears and everything else you needed to. He rubbed your back in soothing circles, whispering sweet words into your ear, “you know I’m with you. All in. Always.”

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There was something about the sterile white examination room that caused a bundle of nerves to settle into your stomach. You hadn't even realized that your leg was bouncing up and down until Frankie's large hand settled on your thigh, his thumb gently rubbing along the material of your jeans. You shot him an apologetic little smile but he just shook his head and gave you a small wink.

"You're okay, sweetheart," he promised just as the door opened and the ultrasound technician came in. She had an aura of calm about her as she offered you a small smile.

"Good morning," she looked between the two of you, "how are you doing?"

"Okay," you shrugged lightly, "nervous I suppose. C-can he stay?"

"Of course," the confirmation caused you to relax every so slightly, "have you ever had any sort of ultrasound before?"

"No," you admitted, wondering if this would be the first and only time you'd get the experience.

"The first one we do is what I'm sure you've seen hundreds of times in movies and shows," she explained, "gel on your lower stomach and then the wand. The second part is a little invasive but not painful. The most might be a mild bit of discomfort as the wand is moved around after it's inserted into the vagina so we can get a closer look at the ovaries. The overall process takes about twenty minutes to half an hour. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"No," you let out a long breath before turning to look at Frankie. He was the picture of calm and collected as he squeezed your hand. You wondered if he was actually really this calm or if he was trying to keep it together for your sake.

"Alright, let's get started then," you nodded as you moved to sit down on the examination table. Frankie moved his chair and sat down next to you, his hand automatically reaching for yours. You gave him a thankful smile; you didn't know what you would do without him.

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It had been a couple of days since you'd had your ultrasounds and you found yourself back in your doctor's office. Unfortunately, this time you were alone as Frankie had to work. He'd insisted he could take the day off but you weren't about to drag him around and force him to suffer along with you. Not that he would consider it suffering of course; he would have done just about anything for you.

But as you sat in the doctor's room listening to her tell you about everything that was going on with you, with your body, you suddenly wished he was there with you, holding your hand and keeping you grounded. Instead you were there, trying to absorb what she was saying, taking it in stride but feeling your heart break.

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It was late by the time he came home. You knew it would be; it was his weekly guys’ night and while he had said he could come home right after work, you all but pushed him to go. But instead of finding ways to occupy your time that were productive or fulfilling, you opted instead to sit at the kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. You hadn’t taken more than a few sips, finding it didn’t provide any comfort that you were longing for.

Sleep hadn’t come either, leaving you feeling at a loss for what to do. So here you were…sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, staring at the wall while you listened to the clock on the wall tick, tick, ticking away. You didn’t even flinch when you heard the front door close, followed by the sound of familiar footsteps.

Frankie padded into the kitchen and almost jumped when he spotted you sitting at the table. You looked at him and offered up a small smile, finding yourself unable to speak.

"Hi honey," he said softly; he could immediately sense that something was off, "it's late, why aren’t you in bed? Is everything alright?"

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged him off as he pulled back the chair and sat down next to you. You avoided his intense gaze as he reached for your hand and gave it a female squeeze, "why don't you go on to bed, my love? I'll be there soon."

"I'm not going until you come with me," his voice was so gentle and warm that it almost pushed you over the edge. Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you looked at your entwined hands, "tell me what's going on, honey? Did…what did the doctor say? I should have gone with you…fuck I should have come."

"No, Frankie, don't say that," you squeezed his hand tightly, "I basically forced you not to come. Besides…it wouldn't have changed anything. You're the best thing about today, getting to see you is everything."

"What happened?" he put a finger under your chin, turning your face up to meet his, "you can tell me anything."

"Nothing I didn't already suspect," you sighed after a few minutes, letting your eyes meet his, "I have…it. They found lots of …cysts in my ovaries but otherwise it's all healthy."

"Baby-"

"But you know what," you sighed, trying to keep yourself from completely falling apart, "it's nothing more serious, there's no cancer or anything like that. So that's a good thing. It just feels like…this is taking a part of me and I didn’t get a say in the matter. It feels so dumb to get upset when there’s so many people worse off or suffering and I’m here like this. I’m fine, realistically I’m fine and my brain knows that but it still…hurts. It feels like my own body’s gone against me and it sucks. I know there are things I can start taking and doing to help but still. I feel mad and angry and sad, but also dumb. Like this isn’t…it could be worse…"

"Hey," he whispered softly, giving you just a moment before he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly to his chest, “it’s okay to feel however you feel. It’s still something you’re learning about, something you’re going to have to adjust to living with. But the good thing is now that we know, there will be things we can do to make it better. It’s not going to get worse, baby, it’s only going to get better.”

“Why do you always know what to say?” you buried your head in his chest and let him surround you completely, his touch, his smell, all of it, “you always make me feel better.”

“I don’t think I always know what to say, but I say the things I do because I love you,” he kissed the side of your head, “and I will do whatever I can do to make sure you always know that.”

“I do,” you pulled back and looked into those soft brown eyes that you loved so much. He reached up and gently wiped away your tears, “I love you very much, Frankie.”

“I know,” he grinned, “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’ll - we’ll - be okay. I’m right there with you, every step of the way. One day at a time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “definitely. I…thank you.”

“What could you possibly be thanking me for?”

“For being you,” you took his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “and always loving me.”

“As if that would ever change,” he teased lightly, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together, “let’s go to bed, honey. I can show you all the ways in which I love you.”

“I - yes…but are you sure, Francisco?”

“Always. You are the only thing I’ve ever been sure about,” the sentiment was enough to make your heart melt then and there, “so yes. I’m positive.”

“Me too, Frankie. Always.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #tw: pcos

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adatheromcomaddict · 3 years

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How You Meet the Cullens + Jacob

Hi! I've decided I'm going to put some of my stuff from Wattpad, over here. If you want to see my Wattpad, its the same username as I have here. Anyway, this is how you meet the Cullens, + Jacob. Probably intended for female readers, but it could mostly go either way... I think. And I do have the girls as well in here.

Edward Cullen:

Edward and you met at school. Of course.

"Um, excuse me?" You asked a small girl, with short brown hair.

She turned around, revealing her pale white skin, and beautiful golden eyes.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

"I was wondering where Mr. Molina's classroom is?" You replied.

"Oh, yes. I can show you the way!" She grabbed your hand, and pulled you down the halls. (Wow, this is turning into an Alice preference)

"Thank you!" You said, when you two arrived at the classroom.

She pointed inside the room, towards a beautiful boy, with golden hair, and dark, dark, eyes. He glared at her, with his hand over his mouth. I turned to look at her, and she winked back at him.

"Uh, thank you. Oh, I never got your name." You said.

"Alice. Yours?" She asked, still smiling.

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, looks like you'll be sitting next to my brother, Edward, in there." She waved, and skipped away.

I walked inside the class, towards the boy, and sat down. He looked away, took a deep breath, then turned back to me.

"Hi, um, I'm Y/N. You're Edward, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I-I am." He seemed like he was in pain or something.

Weird.

Jacob Black:

I had lived in the outermost part of Forks for as long as I have lived. (Sounds like a wedding vow)

We were right next to the border of La Push. Therefore, I go to the school in the reservation.

(I have absolutely NO clue what the school is like there, so I'm making it up)

But, I didn't really talk to anyone. I had a few friends from down in the more central part of Forks, Bella Swan was one of them. She recently moved here full time. I hadn't seen her since I was little.

There was this one kid named Jacob who I had met a couple of times, mostly when he played with Bella snd I while our parents went fishing or whatever.

But, since Bella was going to school in Forks, I decided I would try and re-connect with this Jacob, to see if I could hang out with him.

So, I asked around one day at school for what classes he was in, and found out that he was in one of my classes. How did I never notice? Oh, just me and my oblivious self. (Sorry, if you're like- not oblivious?)

Well, I found him one day.

"Jacob, right?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, oh, oh! Y/N! Hi!" He seemed to be a very nice boy.

"Yes, it's me. Um, I haven't talked to you in years, I'm surprised you remember my name." I explained.

"I'm surprised you remembered mine." He laughed.

"So, uh, I"m kind of wondering if you want to like, hang out or something. Anywhere works. I just need some company." (Bella who?)

"Sire! You could come by my house today after school and we can catch up. Do you like cars?" He asked.

"Depends." I laughed in response.

"Well, you can come help me too. I like to re-build them."

"Sounds like a plan."

Emmett Cullen:

(for this one you are a vampire already, and yes I basically stole Rosalie's life. Also, if I get facts wrong, don't come for me, just tell me *kindly* and I will fix it)

I became a vampire in 1920. Two years after my brother Edward, and one year before my mother Esme.

I'd been a vampire for 15 years already. How time flies

One day I was running through the forest when I heard screams coming from a small patch. I sprinted towards the place, and saw a boy, probably 20, getting attacked by a bear. I shoved the bear off of him instantly, and bit into it, getting it's blood.

I remembered that the boy was watching, and was probably shaken up, not to mention, he was most likely dying. I turned back towards him, wiping a small bit of blood off of my lip, and said,

"Hello, I'm Y/N Cullen."

"E-Emmet. How did you do that?" He asked, very weakly.

"I have my ways. What hurts?" I asked.

"Everything." Of course-

"I'll be right back. Don't move." Not that he really could. I sprinted back to my house. I opened the door, and Carlisle, Esme, and Edward turned towards me.

"Y/N? What is it?" Carlisle asked.

"There's a boy, Emmett. He got attacked by a bear. He's very weak. You need to turn him Carlisle."

They all sprinted into the woods, and I led them towards where Emmett lay. He was still there, but weaker.

Jasper Hale:

(you're a vampire)

Jasper became a vampire in 1863. (I think)

He was telling me his story.

I had recently been turned into a vampire by Carlisle, after he rescued me, and I hadn't really met the rest of the family yet. (You can make up why you had to become a vampire)

When Jasper had finished the story, I said, "Wow."

"That's all I could get out. His story was just, wow....

I forgot, Edward could read my mind. I only remembered when he chuckled after I thought that.

I gave him an internal glare.

Bella was sitting in the corner, with him.

"So, Y/N, tell us your full story." Jasper smiled.

(Sorry, his is kind of short..)

Carlisle Cullen:

It was my first day working at the Forks Hospital and I needed some directions.

I walked up to mid-height man, with blonde hair, and very pale skin.

"Hello, sir?" I asked him, and he spun around.

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asked.

"H-how do you know my last name?" I asked in response.

"I heard someone talking about you coming, and you're the only new face around here. We don't get them often." He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Good thing he wasn't like a super-hearer or anything. {;)}

"Well, uhm, I was just wondering where the surgical ward is?" He pointed towards the left, and I smiled slightly, walking away, and quietly looking back at him after I was sure he couldn't see me.

Alice Cullen:

(You had already seen Alice before, but never interacted with her much, like most of the students)

I was walking around in the forest, when I heard footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Y/N!" A girl replied, I noticed it was Alice Cullen.

"Oh, hello, Alice." I was a bit confused to how she knew my name, but to be honest, I knew her's too and that's a bit strange. But, everyone does talk about the Cullens.

"What are you doing out here in the forest?" She asked me. I didn't have a valid answer. I could say "Just felt like taking a stroll..." or "Oh, I'm working on my steps." but, none of those were true, I really didn't know what I was doing here.

"Uhm, working on my steps, and taking a stroll....??" I questioned myself.

"Oookay then. Would you like to come with me? I can show you some of my favorite spots to relax." The way she said relax made me think she wasn't relaxing, and probably meant running around and exercising. Just what I needed.

"Sure, sounds great." I smiled.

Rosalie Hale:

Everyone that lives in Forks knows about the Cullens. Even the people in the reservation.

There's the three boys, the goofy one, the silent one, and the constipated one.

Then there's the two girls. Alice and Rosalie.

I've talked to Alice, we've said hi.

But in general, I know nothing about Rosalie.

All I know is she is incredibly smart, beautiful, and did I mention gorgeous?

I've never had the guts to talk to her. Maybe it's that I'm a wimp, or maybe it's that she is very intimidating. Probably a mixture of both.

But today, I got lucky, and didn't have to talk to her. She talked to me.

I had noticed her eyeing me a few times, and I never knew if she was looking down on me, in a bad way, or if she was interested in me. Both ways scared me.

Today, she came up to me.

I was sitting at the lunch table with Angela and Jessica, and the new kid, Bella.

"Y/N, can I talk to you really quick?" She asked.

"Uh, uh, yes, yes, sure." I stood up quickly, and while walking away with her, I turned towards Angela and Jess, and they smiled and winked.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to know... did you want to hang out sometime?"

"Like, a date...?"

"Uh, yeah. Like a date." She smiled and we both laughed.

"Sure." I smiled back.

Bella Swan:

Apparently, today Chief Swan's daughter is moving to the school.

I'm looking forward to it, I want to make more friends.

I was standing outside, waiting to see if I spotted her, when a big, orange-red truck pulled into the parking lot.

It must be her! I've never seen that truck before.

I ran up to it, when I saw people laughing at it. Whatever, I think it's cool.

She climbed out of her truck, and I probably startled her, standing there.

"Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. You're Chief Swan's daughter, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yes. Bella Swan." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it.

"So, do you want to know anything, anything special?" I asked.

"Um, I'm not sure...." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. (Ugh, a classic Bella move)

"No worries. Let me show you to your first class." I smiled, and took her hand, pulling her down the hallway.

Esme Cullen:

I was walking around town, alone. A kind of dangerous move, since there have been so many mysterious attacks lately.

I was looking through random stores, when I noticed Esme Platt, (we're just saying she isn't a Cullen because I guess they aren't married...????) Carlisle Cullen's old friend. (I don't even know how to write this...)

"Hi, Esme." I said.

"Oh, hello, Y/N." She smiled.

"How have you been?" I haven't seen her in a while. We've talked a few times.

"I've been good, how have you been?" She replied.

"I'm great. We really should catch up sometime." I said, trying to be subtle.

"Yes, we should. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course! Where do you want to go?"

"Don't worry about me. I won't eat much anyway."

******

So, yeah, that's it. I'm aware that these aren't perfection, bur they were fun to write so, yeah!

I will be posting a lot more now since I'm getting really into writing again ;)

Thank you all for reading, (not that a ton of people are going to read this lol)

And yeah, see you soon! :3

-Ada

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Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…

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You’re infatuated with him. He stands tall, you guess at least six feet, and his smell; he smells like no Alpha you've ever encountered. There’s this look to him, unequivocally attractive but in a unique and confusing way that draws you in. His eyebrows lift slightly making his otherwise small and ordinary eyes the focal point of his face. He looks around the room with a focus and intensity that feels inhuman. You finger the small bracelet that holds your secret and walk behind him, your Omega instincts telling you to get close. You suddenly recognize where you are and what you’re doing. looking down to your hands, you stare horrified at the bracelet that was taken off without your noticing. you put it back on and sprint out of the building, not stopping until you’re behind the safety of your padlocked apartment door.

Your phone goes off and you answer, making up an excuse about food poisoning and promising to be in early the next day.

Your Alpha, it had to be him.

You’ve wondered what it would be like to meet your Alpha, if you would feel bad about hiding from them. You don’t feel bad, only upset with yourself for losing control. You almost gave up your whole life in one stupid moment.

The simple silver bracelet that sits on your wrist feels heavy and you look at it. It’s a chain that suppresses your true self and one that sets you free. It’s one you choose to wear because the alternative is a life looking over your shoulder; waiting for your Alpha to find and claim you. Your parents gave it to you the day you presented and it’s given you opportunities not many Omegas get. It changes your scent just enough to let you hide, giving you the ability to decide for yourself how you feel about your Alpha, to choose a life with him or to keep the life you’ve built for yourself.

Your coworkers don’t waste time the next morning. One is already at your desk and two more walk up as you sit down.

“Ok, what did I miss?” you ask.

“Right when you left this scary looking Alpha started raging. Stark had to call in the avengers to get him to calm down.”

You act surprised, knitting your brows and leaning forward in fake interest.

“What happened?”

“Apparently He smelled his Omega but couldn’t find them.”

“Crazy.” you say, opening up your email and scrolling through.

Coworkers start dispercing and you let out a held breath. You get to work, having extra from the day before and lose yourself for several hours.

“That’s him.” whispers a voice and you look up at your coworker before following their eyes.

It’s him, your Alpha, and he’s walking straight toward you.

You try your best to stay focused on work and not give away the slight shaking of your hands as his scent hits your nose. He stops at your desk and you look up at his chest avoiding eye contact.

“What can I do for you mr…”

“Dr. Strange,” he pauses. “I’m sure you know what happened yesterday.”

“I don’t judge sir.”

He looks at you and leans on your desk.

“Ah, but you are judging. Spit it out then.”

You take your hands off of your keyboard and fold them over your chest.

“Omegas don’t have lives after they mate, I guess it doesn’t doesn’t feel fair to me.”

“What makes you think my Omega wouldn’t have a life?”

“You would let your Omega Work? Travel by themselves? Have their own bank account?”

He thrums his fingers on your desk.

“My Omega will have a good life, they need to know their place though. When I finally find them they won’t even be allowed to leave the house without permission.”

You bristle. “Well then, I’m glad you weren’t able to find them.”

He leans farther over your desk, his demeanor shifting into one of intimidation. You do everything you can not to cower back as his aggressive scent washes over you.

“You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe your Omega is hiding from you, that’s what I would do if I was an Omega.” You finally make eye contact, staring into the stormy grey abyss of his irises and he leans forward even more.

“They better not be.”

“What would you do if you found out they were?”

His fist clenches and you can’t help but push your chair back a few inches. You see Tony walking toward you from the corner of your eye and stand up, pushing your pointer finger against his forehead.

“You sir, are one of the most obnoxious people I’ve ever met, and I work for Tony Stark,” you say.

His mouth opens in surprise and he stands up.

Tony makes it to you at just the right moment. “Hey now, stop harassing my assistant. We’re not having a repeat of yesterday, thank you.”

Strange narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t say anything as he follows Tony into his office.

You walk to the back of the grocery store, picking up a pint of icecream and hurrying to pay for it. Your day was long and the only thing you can think about is a hot bath. You don’t notice him until it’s too late. His smug face takes in your slightly messy appearance as you try to pass by him.

“Dinner, I assume. Your questionable behavior before is starting to make sense.”

You stare at him unsure how to respond and he tilts his head and smirks.

“I’m insinuating, dear, that your disrespectful behavior this morning was caused by a lack of adequate nutrition.”

You readjust your shirt and let out a huff.

“I wonder,” you pause and smile sweetly. “How much shit did you have to consume in your ‘diet’ to become such an asshole?”

You pull out a pair of earphones and stick them in your ears, turning on your heel to pay for your dinner. He grabs your arm, pulling you close and tears out your headphones with his other hand.

“I’ve never met anyone who gets under my skin so easily, why do you make me so angry?” he sneers.

“Your anger is your responsibility,” you pull away, shaking slightly and holding back tears.

You can feel his eyes watching you as you jump into a self checkout line to pay. As soon as you reach your apartment you let the tears fall. You hate him. You hate his stupid face and egotistical personality. You hate that you react to him, that your nature makes your knees go weak when you’re around him. You hug your bracelet against your chest and let out a shaky breath. As long as the bracelet stays on you’re safe. You just need to keep it on, that’s it.

You stand in Tony’s office staring at a folder.

“Send a courier or another employee, I don’t want to do it.”

Tony raises his eyebrows in shock at your sudden and uncharacteristic outburst.

“I need someone I trust to drop them off, Is there some reason you can’t do it?”

“I just don’t get along with Dr. Strange.”

“You’re dropping off a file, not going on a date,” he quips.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you love your job. It’s just a quick trip, drop it off and you’re done. It’s been a week since you saw him last, he doesn’t know who you are or he would already have come for you. Just a quick drop off, that’s it.

“I’m sorry sir. You’re right, I’m being unprofessional. I can do it.”

He waves you out and you call an uber riding it to what Tony described only as “The Sanctum”.

You walk in and look around the large entry room, searching for someone who can help. It’s eerily quiet and you walk up a huge set of stars, wandering and looking at various museum-like displays until you’re on the top floor. The room is dark, the only light coming from a large round window. A stranger walks up and looks at you with a surprised expression.

“I’m sorry, I’m looking for Dr. Strange? I’m just dropping something off from Mr. Stark.”

“Ah of course, I’m Wong.” He says holding out his hand.

You reach out and take his hand and he looks at your wrist, grabbing onto your bracelet and pulling it off.

“I haven't seen one of these in a long time.” he examines the bracelet closely.

“That’s mine, give it back please.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re hiding your designation.”

“My Alpha is a cruel man, please give it back. I need it now.” you say urgently.

“Hey, nobody will hurt you here. Who is this Alpha?”

You start shaking and reach out again trying to take the bracelet back from him.

“Wong, I… Oh no, not you again,” Stephen says from an open doorway, his face turning into a scowl.

You grab the bracelet and push it on your wrist. It’s too late though, Stephens eyes widen in recognition as your scent hits him.

You bolt. You know you won’t make it out so you pull at the first door you find, slamming it closed and locking it.

The banging starts almost immediately. “OMEGA, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” he yells.

“Don’t do this, please. I don’t want this. I need more time. Don’t force me, please,” you cry.

Sparks start flying in a circle in front of your eyes and your Alpha is suddenly walking through a portal. You look around, seeing a second door and yanking it open. Something catches your leg and you’re pulled backwards by what looks like a glowing rope.

“You knew I was your Alpha the whole time.” he says, moving his body to sit on your middle.

You bite your tongue and glare at him.

“Answer me!” He yells, grabbing your arms and pushing them above you.

His face is only inches from your own and you spit without thinking. He lets go of your hands and sits back, wiping the wetness from his face before staring at his wet hand.

“This explains everything, catching your scent, the extreme annoyance at your lack of respect, the anger I felt at the thought of you not eating like you should.”

He grabs your shirt, ripping it down the middle and causing buttons to fly through the air. Goosebumps appear over your skin and you shiver from both fear and the cold. He flips you over roughly, pulling off your shirt all the way. His hand roams to your mating gland. He leans over and breathes in, kissing it gently.

“Fuck you,” you say through clenched teeth.

He stops and waits until you’re done shaking.

“Why aren’t you biting me?” you whisper.

“You said you wanted time.”

He stands, pulling you up with him and makes a circle with his finger, opening up a portal in front of you. His hand is on your back pushing you through and when you turn around you're alone in what looks like a bedroom. Immediately, you run and try the door, opening it and sprinting out. The breath is knocked out of you as someone promptly slams you into a wall. You start coughing as the pain radiates through your body, then you’re falling onto a soft bed in the same room as before. After a few minutes of coughing you stand and run again, trying the window this time and just like before you’re caught and pushed through a portal back to the same room. You keep trying until you’re completely out of places to run, until your energy, both emotional and physical, is depleted.

The moment you finally give up a portal opens on your right and Stephen walks through.

It would have been easier if he had just bitten and fucked you right away. Letting you run over and over just to squash your hope is even more cruel, like a sick joke where he is the only person privy to the punchline. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes down and wait for the inevitable.

He walks around you slowly and with each methodical step your anxiety grows until your knees buckle and you drop to the ground, crying into your hands. He stops and crouches in front of you, putting his finger under your chin and raising it slowly until you look him in the face. He lets go and keeps eye contact as he reaches between your legs and almost too gently runs his finger over your pussy. His eyes bore into you as his hand slowly becomes more and more noticeable above your clothes.

“I hate you.” you whisper as he pushes your legs apart.

He slides his hand into your pants and continues to rub over your clit, now making quick circles. His finger dips in your heat and you whimper involuntarily. You close your eyes as the sensations start to build and when you’re about to go over the line he stops. Your eyes shoot open and he smirks.

“It’s important you understand a few things.”

You aren’t expecting it, for him to suddenly pull his hand back and slap you across the face. You’re not prepared for the force behind his hand. How it makes your entire face sting, the pain radiating down your neck and shoulder. You grasp your cheek and bite your lip to avoid crying.

“I own you.” He slides his hand down to your pussy again.

“I own your pleasure.” He slides his hand up to your breast, pushing your bra down and pinching your nipple harshly. “And your pain.”

He backs away and crosses his arms, motioning with his head at the remaining clothes on your body. You slowly rise and remove your pants and underwear, standing in front of him fully naked.

His hand roams to your neck and he holds it gently.

“Hate me all you want.”

His hand constricts slightly around your throat.

“But don’t you dare run from me.”

His hand tightens again.

“Or hide.”

He keeps his hand on your throat and pushes you back to the bed until you’re lying on your back with him above you. His other hand reaches to your legs and taps between them gently. He puts his cheek against yours when you don’t move.

“Open Omega, and don’t you dare close those legs.”

He lets go of your neck when you relax your legs, backing away and unbuckling his pants.

“You don’t even like me,” you remark.

“I didn’t like who you were pretending to be.”

He walks over so that his sizable dick sits in front of your face.

“Suck,” he commands.

You suck on the tip without complaint and he grabs the back of your head and thrusts a few times before pulling out and patting your cheek.

“A much better use for your sharp tongue.”

You bite back a retort and look away as he positions himself in between your legs and pushes himself in with one forceful thrust. You let out a whimper and reach out your arms around him in response. He grabs your shoulders and ruts into you.

“This is where you belong Omega,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, a stark contrast to the painful pace of his thrusts.

“You.” he thrusts. “Belong,” The force starts to push you up on the bed. “ To me!”

He flips you suddenly and fucks you again from behind, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. A warm hand brushes over your mating gland and you feel his breath against your back. Stars appear before your eyes as he bites, your entire body consumed with the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. It pushes you into an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking from the adrenaline.

“Understand?”

You nod and he slides into bed next to you and kisses between your shoulder blades. You look over at his discarded clothes, noticing the gleam of your bracelet poking out of a pocket.

“Were you serious when you said you wouldn’t let your Omega out of the house?”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve actually had a change of heart.”

He peppers kisses across your neck and back.

“You, my adventurous Omega, won’t even leave this room without me by your side.”

You try to move but he holds you close, effectively chaining you to him. You blink back a tear and shift closer to him, letting yourself relax into his arms.

“There you go, let go and accept it.”

“Never,” you say between choked sobs.

His hand roams up your body, exploring every bit.

“We’ll see.”

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