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annabelle--cane · 5 months

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im listening to mag again and damn do the archival crew HATE jon. listen i get it supposedly your lives would be normal if he hadn't brought you here... but he didn't? (minus og archive crew, jon requesting them and all) if anything he was just kinda there when you made decisions, bro wasn't EVEN THERE when melanie got hired like??? like how r u gonna wish him pain rn, he's ltrly sopping wet and on the verge of dying💀

like another anon I got a month or so ago, this is one of my sleeper agent trigger phrases, so this might be another marina monologue moment.

as I'm also in the middle of a (for my standards) incredibly slow relisten, I've been thinking about this topic, too, but I've been coming at it from a slightly different angle than I normally do. in tim's case, we don't get an actual look at the circumstances under which he transferred to the archives, it is theoretically possible that jon laid it on a bit thick in asking him to come with him to the department and tim wouldn't have even thought of it otherwise, but with melanie we have several scenes of her hiring and onboarding where jon is not present and she continually rebuffs people who tell her she's making a mistake, so the text very clearly sets up that her blaming jon for being trapped there doesn't make sense. and, even with tim having been requested by jon, he still had to make the ultimate decision to switch departments himself, so, yknow, what gives?

most people, I think, and myself in the past, have come at this question from a very jon-centric pov because he's the main character and it's a jon-centric show, but I think putting it down to "they lash out at him because he happens to be there and stops defending himself after a while" misses something, as does "they lash out at him because elias sets everyone up to think they have an adversarial relationship to jon." more than that, I think it's about the rejection of agency.

tma is a show that's very much About agency and choices, so it's important to keep track of where characters suddenly balk and try to offload their choices onto other agents. martin, despite being very proactive and efficient when he sets his mind to it, has a consistent habit of thinking of himself as fundamentally unimportant and unable to affect real change. jon, someone who is usually culpability_acceptor_4000, really tries to convince himself that the web made him pull statements out of strangers. and melanie and tim, on realizing that they've gotten themselves stuck in the archives, have similar reactions of trying to retroactively make those decisions jon's.

they hate being stuck there and they can't bear the idea that it might be their fault, and they don't know how to reconcile the choices they did make with the greater forces outside of their control that shape their lives. tim swings right from seeing jon as fully responsible to seeing everything as the result of cosmically inevitable bad luck, and this hits him so hard that it leads directly to his suicide. post-bullet melanie gets a better handle on it; accepting that she chose to fall further into the slaughter opens her up to accepting that she made other choices, like joining the archives, as well as accepting future choices, like quitting the archives.

and yes, in the moments where tim and melanie are most vulnerable and just starting to realize how deeply screwed they are, jon (at least from their pov) does something to make it worse. when jon tells tim that jane presntiss wasn't his fault, tim says "well you sure made me feel worse afterwards! and then everyone had to pay attention to how you were feeling to get you to stop stalking us!" when melanie goes in for a second assassination attempt on elias, elias makes jon talk her down instead of doing it himself, presumably to try and get the slaughter mark done with. neither of these are the inciting incidents for tim and melanie's situations, but they stand out. and because jon is culpability_acceptor_4000, a man who feels like the weight of the whole world is on his shoulders and is even right some of the time, the accusations stick. tim and melanie don't want anything to be their fault, jon thinks everything is his fault, and it's a bit of a vicious self-fulfilling cycle.

#tma #answered #anons #suicide ment

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #slob #involuntary #two sides of the same coin #muscle bear

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avisisisis · 5 months

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I wanted to talk about this because it's been on my mind since I finished season 4

The way peaches represent Sun Wukong and Macaque's relationship. When they're happy in Flower Fruit Mountain, just the two of them — no brotherhood, no Jade Emperor (along with the entirety of Heaven), no journey to the West —, Sun Wukong gives Macaque a peach.

It doesn't look like much. SWK eats peaches all the time and his mountain is filled with them (seriously, is that all he eats? He really, really really loves peaches, man. How does he not get tired of them? I'd get grossed out after the first few months), of course he'd give one to his best friend! His most loyal subject!

In this scene, they're comfortable with each other. SWK talks about how what he wants is to live a lazy life with him and his monkeys, just chilling and eating peaches and basking in the sun? I can't remember exactly what he said but the point is, that he wants things to stay like that forever. Just the two of them (along with a thousand monkeys), living happily in a mountain with SWK being strong enough to protect all of them

SWK gives Macaque a peach. Macaque accepts it; the peach is fine. They're good.

The next time we see one of them give the other a peach is during another flashback, the one where SWK and Macaque are talking while Sun Wukong is sealed under the mountain (the position he was in looked so uncomfortable? He wasn't laying on his belly with the mountain on his back, he looked like he was trying to run away before he got caught with the mountain on his back), and they are definitely not good then

Macaque offers Sun Wukong a peach (read; Macaque offers Sun Wukong a peach, when Wukong was the one to offer one to Macaque before. The sun gives the moon its light, but the moon can't offer anything to it in return) and Sun Wukong acts passive aggressive with him, leaving it clear that no, Mac, he doesn't want that fucking peach (well, maybe he does, but we'll get to that later)

They're both in the right here, but they're also both in the wrong. Macaque is right for being angry at Sun Wukong. If he hadn't followed Azure's plan (he [Azure] was so fucking grooming that monkey, what the fuck. Not sexual btw), the brotherhood would've been fine, and Sun Wukong wouldn't be trapped under the mountain. However, Sun Wukong is also allowed to be angry at Macaque; from his POV, Macaque ran away from the fight when he realized they were losing. Macaque pretty much abandoned him first. I'd be angry too, honestly

Macaque is wrong for telling Sun Wukong that he's the one that got himself in that mess when really, that was partly Azure's fault. Weren't it for him Sun Wukong apparently wouldn't have cared about Heaven, since unlike what happens in JTTW (haven't read it yet, pls tell me if I'm wrong!), all he wanted was to live a comfortable life and train his troops (Azure was the one who saw him first; he found this... child? And thought that yeah, he can use this. He put him in a pedestal and showered him in compliments he didn't deserve nor want. He manipulated him to get what he wanted; not a king, but a weapon)

Sun Wukong is in the wrong for treating Macaque like shit here too, since he literally warned him and again, he wasn't at fault. Neither of them were!

Back to the point — in this scene, when Sun Wukong rejects the peach, Macaque crushes it with his hand. Later, after Macaque leaves, Sun Wukong expresses how he actually really wanted that peach. Or, in other words, Macaque tries to offer Sun Wukong his support, his friendship, and when Sun Wukong rejects it, he gives up and destroys any way of getting back together; later, it is revealed that Sun Wukong didn't genuinely want to be left alone, and that he did still wish to be friends, in a way

This, we can say is the point where their relationship was broken. The peach is left on the floor, abandoned, and Sun Wukong with it. As far as we know, Macaque didn't come back after, and even if he did it's pretty obvious that wouldn't have gone very well

(Also, just to add, and you can skip this part if you want! When Macaque is looking at the memory, he looks kinda confused? Like he doesn't remember it happening that way. Maybe that's one of the LBD messed with when she brought him back, if she even was touching them. I'm not sure if that's canon, I forgot. Please tell me if you know?)

The next and last time one of them offers the other a peach it's, again, Sun Wukong to Macaque (it's almost like that's the way it's meant to be. Huh. Sun and moon indeed haha!)

They're in a beach again! Yay! Sun Wukong's (and possibly Macaque's later, if he gets a proper redemption arc) friends and family (MK and the gang, and also the DBK fam) are there too. Sun Wukong is watching them in the sun (lol) when Macaque goes and joins him. He doesn't even go there to annoy him and as far as we know he didn't even get an invite, so he really just went to the event to chill with SWK. During this whole scene, we can see that Macaque isn't interested in starting a fight (fucking finally, man), even if Sun Wukong does act kinda aggressive at first. Which, y'know. Fair

They're in a beach again. Presumably not the same one, but still a beach. They're back to the beginning, but not really, because they're both different people. They've changed, and their relationship(s) with them

This time, it's not an actual peach being offered. It's a peach popsicle. I don't know how to spell that. Sun Wukong offers it to Macaque, and Macaque looks surprised but eventually accepts it. He appears to be happy with this

This I believe represents how they're both willing to begin a new relationship (platonic, romantic or something else, see it as you want). A new relationship; a changed one

Sun Wukong doesn't give Macaque an actual peach, he gives him a peach popsicle. He's offering his friendship, an offering Macaque accepts, but it's not the same it was before, and it never will be. They know they'll never be the way they were in the past, and they accept it. Sun Wukong offers Macaque his friendship, telling him that it won't be the same, but that if they want to heal then they've got to accept that — and Macaque takes it. It's not the same, there are mistakes that can never be fixed and actions that can't be undone, but they're willing to start anew

It'll be different, but it could be even better if they try (if they fucking COMMUNICATE for once)

And the popsicle will eventually melt. They'll eventually fight again; they'll fall apart, and maybe get so angry at each other they'll refuse to talk to each other for a while (y'know how stubborn they can be), but (usually depending on where you live) popsicles can be surprisingly cheap!

If the popsicle melts, if they struggle, they'll just buy another one, they'll just keep trying

Now all we need is a scene where Sun Wukong (or Macaque, to show them as equals if not in power then in... y'know, their relationship? I'm not sure what the word would be) gives Macaque an actual peach to show how they're them again. Not the same, never the same, but still them

#this is kinda making me want to eat peaches #it was so hard to put this in words. o didn't do it very well and some things are probably confusing n not what i wanted to express #but oh well #not everything's perfect. i'll get better at this some day #lmk #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #swk #the monkey king #the six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #i guess?? me personally i see them as qpr but you can take this as whtever you want!#platonic or romantic or qpr. like what u like i won't judge :) unless it's like. swk or pigsy n mk as a ship or stuff like that. then ew #peaches #this is about them so i had to tag em #it just seemed fair #(mentioned) azure lion #lmk season 4 #lmk season four #i might talk about this later #mentions of grooming #idk if i spelled everything right :((#it's 3am and I've been typing since 2:30... something. two thirty something #2:30+#not 100% abt the exact time but it's been almost hslf an hour #i reread this to check for any typos but again. it's 3am and i'm tired so i might have missed smth #avis talks #avis' post

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey there!

first of all i wanted to just gush over how incredible your writing is and that i can’t stop re-reading all of your works! they’re just so good!

second i wanted to say how sorry i am to hear about your dog :(( i have a dog of my own and the thought of anything happening to him moves me to tears, so i truly share in your pain 💜

and lastly, i was wondering you’d do the Only One Bed ™️ trope with hunter and a fem!reader? NSFW is accepted and highly encouraged ;) but if you’re not feeling up to it, please put your mental health over this request!! much love 💜

Aloha!

Thank you so much! Very happy to read this. And thank you for your kind words regarding my dog 💚💚💚

Only One Bed trope, with Hunter.... NSFW, sure thing 😁

I don't know what I did here, but I got carried away. Couldn't decide the fluff and/or smut level, so I kinda mixed it up, and I'm not sure what this is, but it's a lot more than I had planned in the first place...

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Warnings: Sexual Content/Suggestive/No Established Relationship (yet)/Smut/18+

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As Hunter and you are stranded in the small scout shuttle for technical reasons, you find yourselves on a very small abandoned outpost. Apparently, the tiny outpost has been abandoned for ages and was only designed for a single person, because there is only one bed. By necessity, you'll have to spend the night here until you're picked up, so you'll have to come to some sort of agreement on the sleeping situation.

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Oral Receiving/Dry Humping/PiV Sex/Fingering

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble, rolling your eyes. Frowning, Hunter asks, "How am I looking at you?" "Like it's any of my fault we got stranded here. The crash was a technical error, not mine." Hunter shakes his head and says patiently, "I'm not upset with you, or your flying skills, I'm upset with the situation." "It wasn't my flying skills though" you insist, already raising your finger in the air to back up the statement. Realizing you've acquired Tech's quirk, you quickly lower your hand again. You're definitely spending too much time with Clone Force 99, you realize. Hunter smiles barely noticeably, raises his hands placatingly, and says, "Yes, I know it was a technical issue. Still, we're stuck here now, and we've both been out for a while, the shuttle is junk and there's only one bed." You sigh and look at the bed, which is neither particularly large, nor particularly small, but in any case a bit too narrow for two adults who don't necessarily want to have physical contact. Hunter has a silly idea, he knows it's not particularly clever, but hears himself say it before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. "We can both sleep in the bed, can't we? There's no fallback, and we're both adults, we've known each other for a while now. I don't think either of us needs to sleep on the floor." The surprised look you give him makes his insides tighten for a moment. But when you finally shrug your shoulders, nod and say, "Sounds reasonable," he relaxes again. However, seconds later, he's plagued by completely different worrisome thoughts. Yes, you've known each other for quite a while, almost a year, and for a few months now he's started fantasizing about you. At first, he was just attracted without really understanding what those feelings were. Hunter has had a few flings, but never a deeper relationship, that was not allowed anyway. Until now, he didn't have to deal with that either, but then you showed up. In the beginning he was only attracted to you, he feels comfortable around you, he trusts you, at work as well as personally. Then more and more factors came into play. At some point Hunter couldn't get enough of your scent, you started showing up in his wet dreams and at some point he started fantasizing about you too when he needed relief.

By now it's clear to him that he has a thing for you, both physically and emotionally, but Hunter has no idea how to deal with it. What's bothering him right now is the worry that he might dream about you again while you're in bed together. Tech had already pointed out to him that he sometimes talked in his sleep. That could be a problem. As you begin to take off your armor, he stares at you as if thunderstruck.

"What is it?" you ask, frowning and pausing in mid-motion. "You're getting undressed?" "Yes. I can't sleep in the full outfit. Can you?" Hunter shrugs uncertainly. "Sometimes." "But it's not necessary now. Basically we're not on duty, we're stranded but safe. So I'll put my gear down" As he still stares at you, you say teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll leave the blacks on, I'm not going to lay naked in bed with you". You can see him gulp, but then he smiles nervously and starts taking off his gear as well. "Okay, sounds reasonable" he says, trying hard not to look, not to admire the way the tight blacks hug your body.

But all he can think about is that you probably don't have anything on under the blacks, like most soldiers. He can't see any bra or panties showing underneath, anyway. He blinks several times, takes a deep breath, and forces his thoughts elsewhere. Hunter may be into you, but he has too much respect for you as a person and as a friend to gawk at you the way he would like to. When you finally lay down next to each other, barely a hand's width fits between you, so close that you can feel each other's body heat, and you can feel how tense he is next to you. You turn your head to look at him. Hunter stares at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as if he needs to hold himself. You frown and think for a while, watching him. You know that a certain tension has arisen between you, already a long time ago, something that cannot be avoided when you find the person you work so closely with attractive. Not only that, but you are sure he feels the same way you do, somehow you sense it, and sometimes you see it in the way he looks at you. He is outrageously handsome, in combination with his deep, slightly smoky voice, his skill as a soldier and the decent heart that beats under his breastplate, he is practically irresistible to you. But you know how regulations are, that clones aren't supposed to be in serious relationships, and you don't want just a fling with no real connection. The thought that he might be with other women if you don't work together for a while has kept you up many a night. But as far as you know, Hunter's last fling was about six months ago. It was about then that you noticed the way he was looking at you, that's when this weird tension started to develop between you. "You seem tense," you say quietly. Hunter swallows, he sighs softly, then says, "An unusual situation."

You talk for quite a while, about all sorts of things, until you feel that you both relax and eventually fall asleep. At some point during the night, however, you wake up, you feel a weight on your upper body and between your legs. Almost as if on cue, you feel warm between your thighs, even before you are fully awake. You blink, trying to get your eyes used to the darkness in the room.

Finally, you realize, one of Hunter's legs is between yours, slightly bent, his thigh right on your now heated center, one of his arms across your torso, almost like a hug. However, Hunter is asleep, probably doesn't even know what he's doing. His leg moves a little, the friction on your pubic creating a pulse that tingles in your pussy, and you clearly feel wetness gathering in the heated triangle between your thighs. Suddenly he seems to stop, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes. His whole body tenses, trying to orient himself in the darkness. You know Hunter smelled your arousal, that's what woke him up. He seems confused at first about the situation you two are in. "Sorry," he mumbles as he realizes how close he came to you in his sleep and wants to pull away. Your hands claw into the top of his blacks, holding him in place, whereupon he reaches with one hand for the small lamp that stands beside the bed and turns it on. It's a fairly dim light, but strong enough for him to see your face. Your fingers are still clawing into the fabric on his chest. Hunter looks at you questioningly. You say, almost in a whisper, "Don't go away." He blinks, pauses. A barely noticeable smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, and you can see his pupils grow bigger almost instantly. He moves his thigh a little between yours, tensing his muscles, rubbing over your pussy. "You want me to stay right here?" He takes another deep breath, knowing full well you'll say yes. You nod and say, still almost whispering, "Yes."

His hand that was previously on the lamp moves to your hip and grips, while his thigh continues to apply friction and pressure to your center. By now the moisture of your arousal has seeped through the fabric and the smell is so intense for Hunter that his cock pressed against your thigh is hard as diamond. His senses and hormones are already dancing tango, everything in him is in passionate flames. He knows exactly, he will enjoy this a lot. But most of all, he wants you to melt into arousal, he wants you to have so much fun that you want to come to him again and again, that when you look at him, you can think of nothing else but his closeness. As he kisses you he is gentle yet hungry, his tongue is so quick in your mouth and has the upper hand that you feel a deliciously sweet helplessness. You trust Hunter, completely, you know you are safe with him. If it's up to you, he can do absolutely anything he wants to you. His lips part from yours, his thigh still pressed to your pubic, his lips close to yours he says in his smoky voice, "My senses are full of your scent, but I think it's time for more, every one of my senses wants to explore you."

Swimming in arousal, you say almost a little breathlessly, "Yes, please." Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He kneels over you, his knees to the left and right of your hips and his hands reach for the hem of the top of your blacks, pulling it up, slowly and deliberately. You watch him lick his lips as your breasts emerge from under the fabric. Then you bring your arms up, so he can pull the top over your head. But he doesn't pull it off you, he keeps your arms and the top of your head trapped in it. He ties the fabric together, so it stays in place. You can't see anything, only your mouth peeks out from under the fabric and your arms are fixed in it. Theoretically you can free yourself, Hunter doesn't want to restrain you, certainly not against your will, he's more interested in creating an erotic illusion. A hoarse moan comes over your lips as his close around one of your nipples and teasingly suck on it. His tongue plays with it, his fingers gently knead the soft flesh. With a lot of skill and passion, he takes care of your boobs with his hands and mouth, making you squirm and let out sweet little sighs. Then, quite unexpectedly, his hand wanders down on you, while his mouth is still playing with one of your nipples, and slips right under the fabric of your black's pants.

At first, you make a small, startled sound, and close your thighs around his hand. Hunter pauses, his mouth moves from your chest to your chin, kissing it gently, and he whispers, "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you, on the contrary. You trust me, don't you?" In response, you slowly open your thighs again and say in a whisper, "I trust you." "Good girl," he coos to you, kissing his way down your neck as his fingertips wander, carefully, gently, through your damp folds. "A good girl indeed, so wet for me". His words tingle under your skin, in your nerve endings. You could listen to his voice day and night, especially when he speaks to you as he does now. Hunter's fingertips find your clit and caress it playfully while his tongue dances circles around your nipple. Your hips automatically buck up, towards him, craving more. One of his fingers finds your opening and tickles it gently, teasingly. "You want to feel me there, don't you?" A hoarse, "Yes," passes your lips. Hunter withdraws his hand from you again, moving further down and pulling off the pants of your blacks, leaving you lying naked in front of him with your head and arms still trapped in your top. You feel his strong hands on your thighs and how he opens them, how his shoulders push in between. Shortly after, you feel his hot breath on your damp folds. His lips softly graze the insides of your thighs, slowly making their way to the center of your heat. You know what's coming, you're in aroused anticipation, yet the feeling as his tongue roams through your wet folds is almost overwhelming. You hear Hunter growl softly, like a predator descending on his prey, as his tongue and lips explore your pussy. Finally, he finds your clit and applies gentle, circular pressure with his tongue, eliciting sighs and moans from you.

Hunter's tongue gets faster and faster, everything inside you tingles, every muscle tensed in arousal, your pussy twitches impatiently and greedily. Then suddenly he lets go of your clit and drills his tongue deep into your opening with a growl, deep from his chest. Like a starving man he licks you out, drills his tongue into you again and again, fucking you with it while his hands have a firm grip on your thighs and your whole abdomen trembles with arousal.

Again and again you moan his name, it is divine, consistently on the threshold between maximum intensity and climax without tipping over, a wonderful, sweet agony. He keeps you on this threshold for quite a while, greedily absorbing your juices. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Hunter, fuck me!" His tongue slips out of your pussy, skims over it once more, circles your clit teasingly before he rises and releases your thighs. You hear soft rustling of clothes and squirm in your top that also serves as your bondage. Your arms are still trapped in it above your head, but your eyes now free to admire him. He is a positively stunning sight, steeled, beautiful. Tanned, tattooed skin stretches over hard muscles. Then your gaze drifts downward. His cock stands erect, hard, thick, gently curved, rounding out the perfect picture you have before you. You're so hungry to feel him inside you, you can feel your juices pooling in your pussy. He shows you a smirk as your eyes meet, he knows exactly what you're feeling, can sense it with practically every one of his senses and he loves it. He leans over you, propped up on his arms, his hips dipping between your thighs, his cock gently nudging your wet hole. "Are you ready for me, girl?" You nod eagerly, "Yes, absolutely ready." Hunter never dreamed this moment would come, but now it has, and he's enjoying every second to the fullest, your scent, every little sigh from you, every movement, just everything he soaks up like a sponge. He applies pressure, his cock parts your wet folds, slowly penetrates you inch by inch. He keeps an eye on your face, careful that you feel perfect. Every little excited twitch in your face is a feast for him, making his chest swell with pride and his heart beat up to his throat. He knows that yours has been pounding behind your ribs since the first moment he touched you, and he loves that beat.

The stretching is glorious, as he finally sinks all the way into you, as he is inside you, his hips nestled against your thighs, his body hovering over yours, it feels like you two are made for each other, perfectly adapted to each other. Feeling his hips between your thighs, him deep inside you, feels so right. You're so aroused and excited, your pussy twitching around his cock even before he moves inside you, eliciting a surprised moan. Hunter starts to move, slowly pulling his hips back and thrusting again.

As he speeds up, the bed beneath you begins to squeak in time with your movements, but neither of you mind. Soon the squeaking is mixed with the sound of bare skin meeting bare skin and the wet sound of his cock drilling deep into your pussy again and again. The friction of his pubic bone is right on your clit, the perfect combination. Your legs wrap around him to pull Hunter closer to you. Your hands wander hungrily over his strong back, his shoulders, and down his neck. He holds your gaze captive with his, penetrating deep into it as he moves inside you. The intensity increases steadily, exponentially. You can't look away, your faces so close together, your breath mixing, your panting and his huffing. However, as you near climax, your pussy tightening around his cock, his eyes roll back, he squeezes his eyes shut, you see his jaw muscles working and feel his thrusts become erratic, his thighs trembling with tension. Sweat gathers on his forehead "F-fuck... where? Where do you want me to-" You don't answer his question verbally, clenching your legs tighter around him, pushing his body tighter against yours as a result. Hunter tears open his eyes, a half-stuttered moan coming out of his mouth as your entire abdomen tightens, the pulse of your orgasm taking him with it. Shortly after, you feel him cum inside you, his seed filling your cleft. Two, three more lewd sounding wet thrusts into your filled pussy, and he stops, breathing heavily.

His gaze finds yours again, and you grin at him in satisfaction. He returns the gesture, then leans his sweaty forehead against yours and whispers, as if he doesn't want to ruin the moment, "I certainly didn't expect that to happen today". "Neither did I," you admit, "But I'm glad it happened." He laughs softly, gently. "Me too" He's still inside you, but you suddenly feel uncertainty rising inside you. "Is it going to happen again?" He chuckles. "Give me about 20 minutes" You say a little more seriously, "That's not what I meant". He lifts his head to look at you, his cock slowly softening inside you, but he doesn't leave your body yet. "You don't want to do it again?" "Yes, I do, but... Not just today." He smirks and says, "I like that thought".

You take a breath and say more boldly than you feel, "I want it to be more than a thought" Hunter looks at you thoughtfully, finally rolling off of you and getting wet wipes out of his backpack that is next to the bed. He helps you clean up, still seeming to be thinking as you wait tensely for a response. Finally, he says, lost in thought, "I never used to worry about that, I never had to worry about breaking that kind of rules." You feel your heart grow heavy in your chest. You watch Hunter dispose of the used wipes, then he lies back down with you, both of you still naked, and covers you both with the wool blanket from the emergency kit you had managed to salvage from the shuttle earlier. To your relief, he doesn't pull back thoughtfully, as you expected. He slides an arm under your shoulders and pulls you close to him. Hunter kisses your forehead, tasting the salt on your skin, and says, "I don't know what you'll face if we get caught, but I, for one, am willing to take the risk of being decommissioned."

Your fingertips brush over his chest, over the tattoo. "Are you sure?" you ask softly. Without hesitation, Hunter replies, "Absolutely sure." You snuggle closer into his embrace, then with a smirk you say, "How long will it take you to get ready for our next round?" He laughs softly, you feel the vibration in his chest before he says, "Just a few minutes, my beautiful."

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The Villain was Mal: The century long Did I mention debate.

To this day Audrey and Ben are being pitted against each other in the Did I mention scene when neither of them were at fault.

Ben was the direct victim, he was unable to control his actions and did something he wouldn't even had done had he not been drugged and NOBODY out of all the people who knew him for years found this out of character or stood up for him. They didn't pull him aside afterwards to ask what the hell he was doing or if he was okay, knowing he was pretty much completely unprotected from magic and the VK girly is walking around with a spell book.

Audrey was the indirect victim, she was publicly humiliated by her boyfriend and watched people she was friends with cheer him on and the girl he's doing this with is the daughter of your family's enemy. You were visibly destressed and the same thing with Ben, nobody cares, nobody asks. So you do the only thing you can do to try and save face and find another date. She's got her heartbroken, she'd probably feel more humiliated even trying to ask Ben about it and it doesn't help all of her friends are cheering them on. She at this point doesn't even know what was really going on.

Ben ends up in this borderline abusive relationship where he's afraid to say no to his girlfriend/fiance and everyone including his parents holds her opinion of more value than his as king. Whenever he's being abused by magic, which happens in all three movies nobody (D1-D2) Sticks up for him they either don't care or blame him for actions he had no control over.

Audrey is shunned from Auardon and is blamed by her family for failing to secure the king as if they didn't have a genuine relationship and she doesn't have feelings. She falls into a depression and has fallen behind in school and questions her self worth because all of the people who were her friends or looked at her in awe were now asking "What is she doing here?" for showing up to a birthday party that in any other circumstances she would've been invited. How was she not supposed to tie her self worth in dating Ben when people started treating her like a waste of space when she wasn't with him?

In conclusion, after years we need to realize that this situation was neither of their faults, they had been used and manipulated in a plan that was barely undone because nothing was every clarified between the two. The ending of their relationship was forced onto them and consequently the destruction of any friendship they could've had. I don't want to be like "blame it all on Mal" but if we're going back and forth between blaming Ben and Audrey, then yes we need to blame Mal. She created the direct situation for it to happen, benefited from it entirely, lied about what actually happened (saying she spelled Ben for love) and she herself never tried to make amends or actually explain the situation. Mal spelled him taking away his right of action and she clearly wasn't sorry about what happened to Audrey because she insults her right after the did I mention scene when at this point she doesn't know anything about her. She further in my opinions shows a lack of actual remorse when she continues to try and spell Ben later on and when she gives up on magic gaslights him into doing what she wants (she doesn't take no for an answer.) (That's a whole different conversation but okay Mal, Audrey is the shallow one and Evie is better even though everybody knew Evie was only interested in Chad because he was a prince.)

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ok its me again… i cant decide if store or jewelry is better so maybe u just pick whichever one u like lol ty :)

hi ♥ i went with jewelry + exes to lovers hehe <3 hope you like it!

[JEWELRY; Wearing a piece of jewelry (ring/necklace/bracelet/watch) that the other bought. ]

Two seconds after you enter the bathroom, the door opens and Steve comes in.

"Here, let me help you," he says, already approaching before you can answer.

Breaking up with Steve had been one of the hardest things you'd ever done. The breakup hadn't happened because you didn't love him anymore, or because you were interested in someone else, or for any other reason ordinary couples break up.

No. You'd broken up with him for one simple reason: you were afraid you weren't good enough. Steve was kind, he was brave, and of course he was very handsome and charming, although those last two things didn't weigh that much in the balance of things. And if Nancy — who had been his first love —was anything to go by, you had very little chance of being the girlfriend Steve deserved. She was just perfect in your eyes; beautiful, smart, very, very brave. She would often risk her life for others, like he did. And if the two of them didn't work out together, why would it work out with you?

You're well aware that the whole problem may simply be in your mind, that you're being unfair — both to Steve and yourself — but you couldn't help it. So you had walked away, protecting yourself—even though part of you knew Steve would never hurt you.

That's why today, two months after you'd broken up with him, you considered not coming to Max's birthday; you knew he would be here. But you love Max and it wouldn't have been fair to her not to come for such a selfish reason.

Then, against your better judgment, you came, reason why you're now trapped in a very tiny space with your ex — with whom you're still very much in love with.

Steve does a brief damage analysis. There's a sizable stain on the front of the lovely green dress you're wearing, a mixture of scarlet and purple right over your heart, spreading like a bleeding.

It's just grape juice, of course. You're trying to remove it with a cloth soaked in ice water, but he's not sure it's working.

This unavoidably brings a memory to his mind, one he's not fond of. Steve hesitates.

Then he pushes it away; you're not Nancy. You and him aren't even together anymore.

He realizes he's not making himself feel any better with that thought.

"I'm fine, Steve," you say in a tone that's neither warm nor cold; a balanced, measured, trained tone. "You can go back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he replies, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks about what to say next. Uh...

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was," he insists. It's a half truth; Steve and the kids were kicking a ball back and forth, some game you were trying not to pay attention to, and then it somehow ended up hitting the cup in your hand and disaster was done. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

You don't look at him, too focused on the stain. "It was an accident," you say, and Steve hears the usual gentleness behind your voice. "And it's just a dress, anyway. It's okay."

"It's a pretty dress-very pretty."

It's a risky move, he thinks. But by then he's said it and there's nothing he can do about it.

Steve watches the way you swallow, the way you pause for a brief second, how you look at him and quickly look away. It's a reaction, at least.

You don't answer. The trailer is small and the bathroom proportionately tiny. The air practically crackles with tension around you two.

The stain seems to be fading, but the fabric is getting wetter, sticking to your skin, turning transparent…

"Steve," you whisper, and his gaze darts to your face immediately. Is it a warning or an invitation?

He had definitely been staring.

"Sorry," he says again.

"Stop apologizing."

You put the cloth under the running water. Steve hears a metallic clink before he sees where it comes from: your arm. Your wrist, more precisely, where the bracelet he gave you as a gift just a few months ago is.

Steve can't stop himself from taking your wrist into his hand for a better look, half expecting the object to disappear at any moment, only a figment of his imagination.

"You still have it," it's not a question because it would be stupid to ask when he can see it for himself, but Steve still can't believe you're wearing it.

It doesn't.

He looks at you. You look flustered, your cheeks warm. Your parted lips can't get any words out, and the only thing Steve can think about is placing his hand on the back of your neck and kissing you slowly.

You gently pull your wrist away from his touch. "Do you...want it back?"

"I- what? No!" he exclaims, as if the idea horrifies him. "No, I'm just…I'm just surprised you're wearing the bracelet I gave you, that's all."

"I like the bracelet."

"Only the bracelet?"

Maybe he's pushing his luck, he thinks. But there's hope on the way you hesitate before answering, on the look on your face.

You look at the floor, dropping the cloth on the sink. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Dustin told me you have a date tomorrow."

It is true. To be honest, this date means so much to you that you had forgotten about it until this very moment.

"I'm trying to move on," you say honestly. And failing, is what you don't say.

"By wearing the bracelet I gave you? Doesn't it remind you of me at all?"

Every damn thing makes me think of you.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. "I'm trying to move on," you repeat, weaker this time, a whisper. He hears it.

"So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?"

A single step is enough for Steve to be directly in front of you. Your heart seems to have been replaced by something three times faster and much louder.

"Steve-"

"Wouldn't you kiss me back?" he touches your face with a gentle hand, leaning into you slowly.

Not wanting to say yes, I'd kiss you back (the truth) but unable to say no (which is a big, big lie), you take a step back as he steps forward. Nowhere to go — your back hits the wall.

He breathes against your mouth and you close your eyes, letting your head rest against the wall. "Steve," you whisper.

"I love you," he whispers back. "I just- I love you. You can go on a date tomorrow, you can go on a hundred dates, it doesn't matter. I won't give up on you, you hear me? Not unless you tell me that I don't stand a chance."

You don't.

Steve walks away. You stand there, leaning against the wall long after you hear the door close behind him, desperately trying to catch your breath.

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Doll House Pt. 1| Platonic!Yandere Shinaguzawa Brothers x Reader

For @tengensimp (this will be the last no age request I do. From now on if someone requests and doesn’t have their age in the bio, I won’t do it and will block you)

“(Y/N)?” A hand grabbed at your shoulder and shook you gently and you quickly slapped the hand away.

“I’m already awake.” You snapped tiredly, bringing your warm blanket up to cover your head.

Every morning, you wake up to the same voice and face. A face that you once liked but have now grown to hate.

“Then get up, I need to change your bandages.” Genya sighed, as if he were dealing with a troublesome teenager.

You didn’t move, only closing your eyes once again as you slowed your breathing. Maybe Genya would take the hint for once and leave you alone.

But of course, like the caring person he believed he was, Genya did not take the hint and roughly tugged at your cover, “(Y/N).” He warned.

Tired of hearing his voice, you sat up and pulled the covers away from your bandaged feet with a huff, “Here. Hurry up and fuck off.”

Genya huffed back as he slowly began to take off the bandages, studying the deep slices at the bottom of your feet. They definitely looked better than 2 weeks ago, but you still weren’t ready to walk yet.

“You’re feet are healing good. You may be able to walk sooner than Sanemi and I thought.” He stated.

“Great.” You replied sarcastically.

Genya glared at you, “What’s going on? Why the hell are you so mad lately? Are your feet still bothering you?"

You knew that the insanity was probably clouding his mind, but you couldn’t help but stare at him like he was stupid. How could someone be so oblivious?

“Yeah, my feet that have been sliced and fractured are still bothering me,” You droned, “But it may also be the fact that I don’t want to be here with people that kidnapped me.”

Genya only sighed at that, “I know it’s boring being stuck in the house all day, but that doesn’t mean that you should say hurtful things to your bro-“

“You are not my brother!” You snapped, “Neither you or Sanemi are family to me. I’d rather you leave me for the maggots than pretend to love you.” You growled.

Genya only stared at you, his eyes reading a mix of pain and sadness. They sharpened with hot anger; a look that could kill.

“You think you don’t need me?” He challenged.

You didn't like his tone, but you were far too angry to not bite back. “I don’t. You guys are the ones who made me this way!” Everything was their fault. You were taking care of yourself just fine before Sanemi attacked you that night.

“You don't need me?" He repeated knowingly, as if you were a child having a tantrum. Slowly, he rose from his spot and shrugged, a hard look on his face, "Alright, we'll see about that."

The door slid shut and you were left alone once again with just your thoughts.

You huffed, rolling back over to sleep again.

Genya didn't speak to you for most of the day. The only time he helped you was when you begged to use the bathroom, but other than that, he acted as if you were a fly on the wall.

Not eating for the day sucked, but you didn't mind it too much. It was nice to get time away from Genya's coddling.

On day 6, you decided that enough was enough. Genya was acting ridiculous.

He and his brother were the one's that put you in this fucked up situation. He couldn't just decide to stop caring for you just because you hurt his feelings. It's like he wasn't even thinking about how you felt being kidnapped.

Your feet were beginning to itch and ache from lack of care. You couldn’t wrap them yourself since Genya purposely stored them where you couldn’t reach the bandages or the ointment.

You couldn’t really eat anything of real nutritional value either since he’d put most of the food in unreachable places.

Now, you were beginning to realize that he’d planned all of this. He wanted you to beg for him. He needed you to need him.

You'd weakly crawled out onto the engawa, watching him train.

"Genya." You called out. He stopped and looked at you with expecting eyes, "You know that you have to help me, so just do it. I don't care anymore.”

Instead of helping you like you’d asked, he went back to training.

Your mouth gaped like a fish and you called for him again, “I won’t complain anymore, I promise. I’ll do everything you and Sanemi say, okay?”

Nothing.

“Genya… please. I’m hungry.” You begged softly, “My feet hurt and I can’t change the bandages by myself… I don’t want them to get infected, Genya, please.”

There was still no response and you felt your resolve melting little by little each time Genya didn’t answer you.

Your feet hurt so bad and your stomach churned got something other than soup.

“Genya…” Your voice wobbled, “Please help me. I need your help.” You told him with bitter tears, “I need your help with my bandages and I need your help to eat…”

He finally stopped training and looked at you with knowing eyes, “You do?” He asked in a mocking tone. “My little sister needs her big brother?”

“Yes.” You bit out.

He picked you up with a warm smile, “I’m glad you realized that you do need us.” Instead of taking you back to your room, he headed back outside.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Genya chuckled at the question, as if you were a child, “You stink! We’re going to take quick bath and then we’ll worry about eating and changing your bandages.”

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Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

A/N: This I'd solely based on this fic, which I am in love with :) I ran out of room on the first part and had much more to say lol

Warning: addiction/addiction mention, abuse/neglect

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

Waking up at random underground bars, clubs, random streets in the city not knowing where you were or how you got there. It was definitely scary at times, but you were too numb to care

No one carded you, fearing your name more than your safety

Whenever you were hungover, you could hide away in your own bathroom on your own floor of the house, not that your father went looking for you or would seek you out very often, if at all

Everyone in that house knew. Everyone knew and they said nothing. When you got sick all over your clothes, reeking of a seedy bar or covered in glitter from clubbing, a fresh pair would magically show up folded on your bed. When your nose bled from the drugs and you used a white towel, a fresh one would be replaced in no time

You always believed you were being careful, that nothing bad would happen. You thought you were holding up the charade, and in some cases you were. Logan never said anything to you, about anything. As long you showed up and did as you were told, he didn't really care what you did outside of that

A few times you'd overdosed. Purely on accident, in your room, at the bars, at a party. A few times you woke up in the hospital, the closest one, but no one ever showed up. Even when you collapsed in your own home, your father was too busy in his meeting to pick up. Your mother was your emergency contact and she rarely picked up, too. Doctors knew who you were and that was enough to silence them, for better or for worse

It was easier to pretend this problem didn't exist. Like everything, your father ignored it, swept it under the rug

It wasn't until you called your father for help, drunk, high, crying and scared, unsure of where you were in the middle of the night did he reach out to someone, angry you woke him up, getting your brother to come find you. Your last attempt at seeking his love, his care, cursing yourself for being so stupid as to think he'd care in the first place

Connor dropped everything and got to you, seeing just how fragile and lost you really were for the first time. You could barely keep your eyes open. That scared him to death

It took a lot longer than they'd like to admit to realize you had a problem, that this wasn't just the occasional drink

Connor was the first to suggest an intervention. The rest followed, unsure of what to do, ashamed they hadn't seen any of this sooner

Coming off a high left you feeling low, helpless, and now embarrassed your big brother had seen you in that state. It wouldn't be the last time you'd go to rehab, but it would be the first

The anger came back though, it always did, and with nothing to soften the blow you took it out on yourself, on others. Your siblings were the first targets and no matter how many times you apologize, the guilt eats you up alive. Accusing them of not caring about you, of not noticing. In one particular dark moment you even accuse Roman and Kendall in aiding you in your addictions in the beginning, neither of them knowing. Kendall tries to tell Rome it's not his fault, coming to his baby brothers aid. If you could take one thing back, it would have been that. The look on their faces still haunts you

"Rome, I'm so sorry. I should never have-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I know, okay? I know."

You try getting clean on your own, something your sister makes it known she's against, but there's nothing she can do. When you can't get into places, when they refuse to have you again, you do it by yourself, mostly at Connors ranch. It's secluded, far away from your father. Once you stayed at Kens, a few times with Shiv, but you liked being at Con's the most. It's a mess and really you should be somewhere with professionals, but it's only for when you slip up, for when things are mostly stable, if that can even be measured

In the end, rehab is where you end up. More than a few times. When you get your phone back, one of them always makes sure to pick up your weekly call, even when you talk about nothing, like with Roman

You still thank Connor for picking you up that night

"Don't worry about it, I was happy to."

Being in your fathers presence is a major trigger. You try to stay with your mother for a few weeks, but she always grows uneasy with you around. She doesn't believe in your addictions, in any of your problems. She sends you back to Logan without a second thought, thinking you and your siblings are blowing things out of proportion

You got your own place, somewhere free of association from all those terrible years, all that sickness. You invite your brothers and sister often, trying to make it up to them every single day

You've been clean from everything for a year. Connor couldn't be more proud. Everyday you fear you'll go back to the old you and every day you find a reason, no matter how small, not to. Most of the time it's for your brothers and sister. All the shit you put them through, everything they've done for you, all the times they picked you up from rock bottom, it's the least you could do for them

Kendall still sneaks you candy, one of the last vices you can truly indulge in. Your favorite from when you were a kid. He doesn't hold anything you say against you, knowing what that mindset is like. When you feel yourself slipping, you turn to him. You don't always have to say it, sometimes he just knows, he understands

Shiv still helps you out. Straightens your hair, fixes your collar, doing some damage control with the public when they've turned the story on you, looking after you in those small, significant ways like when you were little. She and Con are the ones to ask if you're okay, if you need a place to stay for a few days, anything at all. Sometimes you even take them up on their offers

You and Roman are closer now, too. He seeks you out at events, hugging you harder than anyone else. He's always kissing your head, holding you close. His comments remain snarky, but for you, self-aware. Nothing that goes too far. He'd always got a glass of sparkling water ready for you so you don't have to go near the bar. What you said hurt him beyond words, but he also knows that was the detoxing you speaking, not the real you. Still, he checks how much is in his glass now, trying to make up for the past

Connor is still the only good father figure in the world. Every year you send him a card for fathers day, writing the same long winded note as a thank you to him. He pretends they don't mean the world to him, but he's got each one in a box under his bed. They make him feel so, so loved

It's not easy. It never will be. You still have to see Logan, talk to him, pretend there's anything left of your relationship. God only knows what story he's spun for Marcia. But it gets more bearable knowing you have people on your side now, that Connor, Kendall, Shiv, and Roman all have your back no matter what. You're their baby sibling after all

#headcanon #connor roy #connor roy headcanon #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy headcanon #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy headcanon #roman roy x reader #logan roy #logan roy headcanon #logan roy x reader

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obey-me-disaster · 2 years

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More about the brothers. But let's say asmo and mammon get cursed. Nothing happens at first but when mammon goes to look at a mirror he sees asmo and asmo sees mammon.

A/N: I just want to say that while the brothers do swap bodies, they don't swap their sins. So lust will be in Asmo's body no matter what for example. Hope you'll enjoy this ^-^

!!Slight warning for small NSFW mentions!! Nothing of that nature really happens but it is worth mentioning.

The demon brothers swap bodies

They didn't think anything bad would happen. Yeah the witch was angry at both of them but they had no fault in this. She approached them while they were out to party, trying to convince them to make a pact with her.

Of course neither Mammon or Asmo wanted to have anything to do with her. The avatar of greed was interested only in you pact wise and the avatar of lust wouldn't make a pact with just anyone. After telling her that they refuse her offer they thought that would be the end of it.

That wasn't the first time someone asked them for a pact, so why should they worry about it now? It wasn't until Mammon woke up in a bed that smelled like roses that he panicked. At first he thought the witch must have done something, but when he realized he was in Asmo's room he let out a sigh of relief...wait why is he in there?

As he was about to exit the room in order to question his little brother he passed by a mirror, but something felt different. He went back to the mirror to look at himself, or rather at Asmo. As the realization sank in he let out a shriek that woke up the whole house.

Lucifer -> Levi's body

He got woken up by the scream and was about to go and check out what happened when he tripped over the bathtub and fell right on his face

good thing there was no one to see him besides the fish and Levi's figurines

It didn't take long for him to figure out that he was in his brother's body...but that didn't make him any less angry, especially that now he now had a weird feeling over his heart and head. Is that how envy felt?

Once he got to Asmo's room he saw that all of his brothers were there, including MC

Once he learned with who everyone change bodies he thought that things would be easier, unfortunately the feeling of a sin he isn't used to make things more difficult than they should

'Why didn't he get a better sin? A better body? How did he let himself be cursed that easily?!' It's what he kept thinking about and he felt somewhat ashamed because that's his brother. He was aware that it was a sin he can't control that made him have these thoughts but still

He nearly transformed into his demon form...no, Levi's demon form when he found out that MC changed bodies with Belphegor

It didn't help that Belphie would tease all the brothers with the fact that he got MC's body.

He dealt with the whole situations before any of the brothers could really see him throw a fit due to jelousy

After all of that he made sure of some things: go after that witch for daring to go after his family, spend more time with MC, give credit to Levi for having to deal with the sin of envy

He saw Levi in a bit of a different light after that.

He also didn't punish Mammo and Asmo to everyone's surprise. After all it was that witch that dared to harm his family

Mammon -> Asmo's body

He nearly passed out when he saw himself in the mirror. It took him a bit until he realized who was behind all of this

It felt weird to be in Asmo's body. The sin of lust felt extremley different than his own.

There was a burning feeling in his chest. There were other regions that felt hot but the chest was the most noticeable one

He bursted out laughing when he found that the others changed bodies too. Lucifer in Levi's body?! Hilarious. He didn't even care about the punishement he would receive later once Lucifer got his body back

While in Asmo's body he felt more...affectionate is how he would describe it, but not in a sexual way. He also felt way too much self love towards himself.

He also felt horny but would rather die than admit it

No wonder Asmo acted the way he does let's ignore Asmo's insecurities for now about how good he is etc.

Tried to get closer to MC, thinking that they weren't affected. That was until he found out that Belphie and MC changed bodies. That little shit-

He didn't feel as possessive over at MC. Guess the sin of greed played in role in how he acted he still was plenty possessive don't worry

Seeing how many and what kind of comments he got on devilgram made him feel some kind of way he didn't want to think about

He felt way too good about them...until he remembered he was in Asmo's body

Extremely relieved when he got his body back. He was gonna show that witch what he is capable of

Levi -> Lucifer's body

'What was that screaming? Why was his back hurting so much? Why is he in Lucifer's room? Wait, I think I saw this in an anime...' That were Levi's thoughts as the realization of that happened sank in

He felt overjoyed in a way, he was in Lucifer's body after all!! The feeling over anxiety and anger that he felt was exchange for a rush of self confidence.

It was a weird sight to others, to see the avatar of pride talking with full confidence about how this incidents reminds him of an anime.

He thought he got the best deal out of everyone, to switch bodies with Lucifer.

That was until he found out with who Belphie switched bodies with. He was a bit confused that instead of feeling jelous he felt somewhat indignant

Weird experience but somewhat better than jelousy

Would have been sad to go back to his own body, but Levi was well aware that Lucifer would have made him go to meetings with Diavolo if the whole incident wasn't resolved fast enough

He lowkey hopes he changes bodies with MC once day

Satan -> Beelzebub's body

Another one that figured out what happened really fast. Too bad he couldn't think straight for the majority of times due to the hunger

The agonizing emptiness in both his heart and stomach made him have a hard time concentrating. He was expecting the feeling of hunger, but what was that feeling in his heart.

He noted in the back of his mind that he will talk with Beelzebub after this whole mess is resolved.

While the feeling of emptiness was anywhere between ok to agonizing depending on how much he ate, it was nice to not feel wrath

He ate both food and objets in the house on accident.

Ok some of Lucifer's objects were not an accident but he doesn't need to know that

He also broke some things due to the sheer amount of strenght Beel's bodies got. He knew his brother was strong but that was ridiculous.

He kept his distance from his cats so he would not hurt them.

Beel gave him a lot of tips on how to keep in check both his hunger and high levels of energy.

Really happy when he got his body back. He also felt a sense of pride in Beel for controling all of that...most of the time

Asmodeus -> Mammon's body

Why did he just heard his own scream?? He woke up confused in Mammon's room. When he looked and realized what might have happened he ran straight to a mirror where all his suspicions were confirmed.

He knew it was that witch, who else could it be?? She was jelous she couldn't get her hands on his beautiful self and cursed him.

He got even more shocked when he realized the whole house was cursed. He was gonna get in so much trouble with Lucifer

Any feelings of lust were replaced with a need to collect as many valuable things and be possessive over the ones he got already. So that's how greed feels.

He doesn't like he wants his body back. He needs to keep his devilgram account updated.

He makes Mammon take pictures of himself and post them on devilgram so that his fans wouldn't suspect a thing.

He stole a bunch of things without realizing and tried to scam other demons too for more money. He finally understood why Mammon was acting the way he does. He will not admit it tho.

He might take into considerstion whenver Mammon steals something in the future but not a lot changes

Not having the sin of lust in his body made him think more about himself as a person and not as the 'avatar of lust' or 'the asmo everyone loves'.

"MC once we get back into our bodies we really need a self care day. No I am not explaining it now!"

Was so happy to get his body back and once everything settled he started to work on how to ruin that witch' social life.

Beelzebub -> Satan's body

He woke up from the scream, rushing to see if anyone in the house got hurt.

Too bad he tripped over some books and caused another pile more like mountain of books to fall on him

He got more annoyed than usuall and threw some books around. He didn't know where all the anger was coming from. It was like he was both blinded by rage and a raging fire was spreading all over his body, starting from the top of his head and chest.

Once he finally calmed down he went over to where the rest of his brothers were. That is when he finally understood what happened and why he wasn't feeling hungry. The last time he felt this full is when MC fed him some of the cookies they made for him.

Snapped at his brothers more than he would like to admit. Thing that made him feel both guilty and angry at himself. Both MC and Belphie were there to calm him down...or Belphie and MC? Doesn't matter, both of them were there for him

He made a mental note to apologize to anyone he snapped at. He knew anger was hard to control, but managing a sin he was not used to felt nearly impossible.

Satan introduced him to some cats and other fluffy animal. No wonder the avatar of wrath loved them so much, they really did help him calm down

Decided not to tell Satan of the 1 or 2 books he destroyed in a fit of rage. He just hopes he doesn't find out soon

Belphegor -> MC's body(small spoilers for lesson 16 towards the end)

The fact that he woke up in MC's bed didn't raise any alarms to him. He often goes to sleep in one room and wakes up in another

He got out of bed easier than before and he felt actually awake. He also felt strange. Where was the sin? Why did his body suddenly feel so different, not demonic at all.

He had some suspicions and decided to go check himself in the mirror. The shit eating grin he got would have made you punch him right in his face...your face? Doesn't matter

He probably stayed a bit more in your room to admire himself, it wasn't everyday he was in your body. He didn't do anything too sexual. Like yeah he wanted to but he wants your consent more.

The way he would tease all his brothers that not only did he get a sin free body. HE GOT YOUR BODY.

He probably made some comments towards you that since you are in eachothers body maybe you could-

He didn't get to finish the whole sentence before his brothers shut him up, but you still understood what he ment now if you actually take his offer into consideration is up to you

It was nice to not have to deal with his sin, even tho this body was weaker due to you being human.

SPOILER!!

He got way more aware on how weak human bodies(not magic) can be and rememebered how easily he killed. He kept that thought to himself but it was still there. He will probably do something nice for you in the upcoming days

SPOILER END!!

A bit dissapointed he got back in his own body. He was also more affectionate towards you but you couldn't figure out why

MC -> Belphegor's body

You tried to get up when you heard Asmo scream but you couldn't do it on the first try.

After you finally managed to get up you still felt different in a way. It was like your whole body was dragging you down and it was hard for you to stay awake.

You didn't stay too much to think about until you reached Asmo's room to see all the brothers arguing between one another. It took one of them to explain what happened.

That was when everything came together in your mind. You looked down on your body and you felt stupid for not realizing what happened sooner.

It was hard to deal with the sin of sloth, especially that you weren't used to deal with any sin in your body at all

You made Belphie show you how to turn into a demon form. If you're going to have to deal with a whole sin might as well have some fun.

Unlike your everyday life where the brothers were more or less all over you(some more than others) this time everyone left you alone...for obvious reasons.

When you got your body back it was like a huge stone was lifted off your body.

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melloollem · 19 days

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Family Conflicts|| Bruce Wayne × No reader gender × (Platonic)Jason Todd

Summary: Bruce mulls over the guilt he feels after a fight with Jason, you're the one who advises him and tries to sort things out.

Warnings: Comfort (with anguish), No gender specified, Platonic relationship with jason, Family conflicts.

(DC masterlist )

You were drying your hair after getting out of the shower, and walked into the room you shared. Bruce was sitting on the right side of the bed staring at the large pane of glass that overlooked the house's garden, too immersed in his own thoughts to recognize your presence.

You were aware that the recent argument was still plaguing his mind. You let the silence linger in the room for a while longer while you put on your clothes, waiting for him to take the initiative to talk to you. When you had finished, you leaned against one of the walls of the room, watching Bruce's back. The nights in Gotham were brutal, and the scars on his back couldn't deny it.

After a few minutes, a click escapes your mouth as you realize that he would choose to ignore your presence "Aren't you going to say anything?" Your voice broke through the man's numb state, but the silence remained, drawing a weary sigh from you. You wished the constant conflicts and obligations didn't consume Bruce's mind as much as they do, but you knew that was too much to ask of him, a man entirely dedicated to everything he did.

"Everything will be fine, he just needs some time." Bruce's guilt was consuming him, Jason was no longer the unstoppable killer whose goal was to kill Batman, but the relationship between the family was still complicated, everything was still too sensitive, like an inflamed wound.

"He doesn't hate you, he just needs some time," you repeated the assurance, trying to get into your husband's mind. "He was clear about how he felt," Bruce said to you for the first time that night, still motionless.

"So that's all I had to say to get you to say something" Your sarcasm lacked any real anger at Bruce's behavior, already used to dealing with the complicated man he was. "He'll never forgive me" That wasn't half of what he wanted to say, but it was all he had the courage to admit. Bruce was never the kind of person to speak his mind openly, you had to read him, understand him beyond his words and you were very good at doing that.

"You don't believe that. He's disappointed, but you can fix it." You knew that it would be much harder for Bruce and Jason to work things out, much harder than it was for you and Jason, not because Jason blamed you less for what happened, but because he and Bruce were too similar for their own good, Jason would never say what he felt out loud and neither would Bruce and they always hurt each other because between half-words Jason saw the worst in Bruce and Bruce saw a lot of his faults in Jason.

"What about you? Are you disappointed in me?" The blue-eyed man knew that he had acted improperly, despite Jason's behavior, Bruce knew that this was not the ideal occasion. You took too long to convince your son to return to the mansion and when he finally did, Bruce used the moment to reprimand him.

"I'm not sure, I just..." you bit your lips apprehensively "I wish you hadn't done that" you too were trying to make things right. It was distressing to see Bruce taking all the blame on himself and taking away the responsibility you had with Jason. "I need you to trust me, Bruce. We're in this together." There was no point in fighting with the man, he knew where he had gone wrong in this situation.

You moved across the room to stand in front of Bruce, you held his chin to make him look at you, guilt staining his blue eyes. He didn't want to ruin the progress you were making with your son, but it seemed that was all he had done since Jason's return. He knew the boy blamed you both equally, but when he made himself willing to move on, you managed to warm Jason's heart faster than Bruce could ever have wished. While Bruce mulled over the guilt of Jason's death, you sought the boy's forgiveness.

"I'm sorry" Bruce didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for, there were many of his actions that needed forgiveness, but you accepted it openly, knowing the sincerity of the words. "Everything will be fine" Bruce leaned his head on your stomach as he heard your words, that statement was all he could ever want from you. "I love you" he breathed as he closed his eyes, his words sounded like an oath, an intimate pact between you and an affirmation of the trust he had in your words "We can sort things out with Jason, okay? Both of us".

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I was putting off posting this because I really like the story and I was afraid of how it would play out, but the fact is that I was afraid people wouldn't understand it. I don't think Bruce is a bad father, but he's certainly a complicated person. I know that's a bad summary and a bad name. Thank you to anyone who read this story.

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gothic-thoughts · 4 months

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House of Memories

(Sorry bout the hiatus and sorry i came back with angry content 🙃)

Diluc Ragnvindr x Black Fem Reader Angst

Exes2LoversAU

CW: jealousy after breakup, featuring Kaeya, cheating allegations, Diluc acting out of character

TW: cursing (ig cuz there's a lot)

Word Count: 1565 (give or take)

I thought I knew why we broke up. I thought it was cuz I was always out and busy and I felt bad knowing that. (Y/n) was right; I was always called in for work and instead of spending my free time with her, I spent it patrolling the outskirts of Mondstadt or double-checking that the townspeople didn't need any help. There was no reason for me to keep busy the way I usually did because I had her and I blew it.

I don't know why it took her leaving for me to realize but I decided I wanted to make it right. I went back to her house after a month to talk it over calmly this time but as I stopped outside her house I caught a glimpse of her and Kaeya kissing on the couch through the window. So that's why? So that's why. My vision narrowed and before I knew it, I was knocking on her front door, knocking so heavily I thought and hoped I would break it.

She opens the door and scowls, "What is it, Diluc?"

"It..." I take a deep breath, "Not one month has passed and here you are; kissing other people, are you being serious right now?"

"Kiss--?!"

"And him of all people. What, you just couldn't wait to put your lips all over your 'best friend', huh?"

"You know ion like Kaeya like that!"

"Whatever, I have eyes and I'm not blind, (Y/n). And you."

I storm past her towards Kaeya, who stepped back with his hands up in surrender. I shove him by his shoulder with one hand before getting in his face with narrowed eyes and boiling blood.

"How long?"

"How long what?" He asked.

I scoff, smiling angrily before grabbing the collar of his shirt in my fist, "Act dumb if you want, Kaeya, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I don't give a damn how often I was gone, you knew we were together. I want to know how long this affair has been going on."

"Diluc, nobody was or is having an affair."

"You sure? Cuz any time I was out on a quest, she was with you. Anytime she wasn't with me, she was with you."

"And what's wrong with hanging out with one of my good friends? When neither of us are busy, she hangs out with me because I'm the closest person to you. Besides, Lisa is nearly as busy as you."

"You're telling me you've only been hanging out 'watching' a grown, able-bodied woman by yourself, no strings attached and then suddenly you're over at her house and all over her?"

"Aight, that's it." (Y/n) yells pulling me away from him, "You're either drunk as all hell or outta ya fuckin mind, regardless get out."

"I'm not drunk, I'm trying to figure out where my brainiac of a brother got the bright idea to 'watch' a grown woman when I'm out of town. A grown woman who happens to be my girlfriend no less."

"I don't need watching, the fuck are you saying? Am I six?"

She pushed me away from her and towards the door, convinced that I was intoxicated but I resisted, not leaving until I got a correct answer from my shocked, blue-haired brother. Realizing I was almost back at the front door without pressing her just as much, I looked down at her shorter frame with the same scowl I gave her side piece.

"What about you?" I ask, taking her hand off my chest.

"What now, Diluc?"

"How long have you been choosing him?"

"Choosing him?"

"Yeah, cuz I seem to have gotten the short end of the stick because you seem to run straight to him for comfort. So tell me how long I've been your second choice."

"The only thing I chose was to leave you because I thought it would be easier on both of us since you were working so fucking much. I fucking loved you, Diluc! I still do and you're acting like a dickhead like I didn't. Like, you're it's not your fault we broke up in the first fucking place?"

I scoff and look across the living room at Kaeya who has his arms crossed. "Kaeya, get out."

"What, no Kaeya stay."

"If you and him aren't a thing behind my back then let's talk about it. You're kicking out the wrong person to prove your point."

"I'm kicking you out cuz you acting like a fucking baby."

"Glad to know you think my love for you is childish."

"The way you acting is childish. And I shouldn't have to prove shit to you."

"When this much evidence of cheating is here in my fucking face, I suggest you reconsider and kick him out."

"Again, I'm kicking you out because you're acting irrational."

"Brothers fight all the time. That being said I should technically be beating his ass for even attempting this stunt."

"Stunt? Nigga, for the last- you know what?" She crossed her arms and looked back at him, "Kaeya?"

"Already gone."

"Yeah."

She looked back at me as Kaeya walked past us to stand in her yard or something. We continue glaring at each other waiting for the sound of the door slamming shut behind me when she lets out a deep, exasperated sigh.

"There, he's gone. You wanna be an adult now?"

"The only reason I came over was to talk out a way for us to date to see each other more. That was until I saw you two kissing like we didn't just break up, you couldn't have gotten that far with him in a fucking day."

"For the last time, my nigga, we weren't kissing! I don't know when you saw that but Kaeya was here for all of half an hour and we ain't kiss once. What you prolly saw was me resting my head on his fucking shoulder. We were talking and I put my forehead on his shoulder and he leaned in and hugged me like that."

"Well, sorry if I thought you'd kiss him by how often he visits your house. Like why do you keep calling on him for everything when I'm not here?"

"Uh, cuz you're busy and I trust him the most. You're acting like he wasn't my friend before I met you. We only got closer after you seemed to get busier and busier."

"That's not weird that you hang out with your boyfriend's brother when he's away?"

"Frankly, I don't give a shit how it sounds because nothing fuckin happened." She claps with each word, "He's my best friend who also happens to be your brother, big fuckin deal. The fuck you want me to do, stop being his friend and cut him off because you're an insecure baby?!"

My jaw drops getting ready to retort right but her words punch the air out of me. I close my mouth with a deep sigh, looking away to think better, anger finally clearing from my head as her logic snaps me out of it. I give another sigh and hang my head slightly.

"Fuck, you're right."

"Huh?"

"No, you're absolutely right."

"I know but I didn't mean to say it like that..."

"No, you're right, babe. I can't ask you to do that. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I guess I was jealous that he knew you for longer and spending time alone with him made it worse for me, especially since I just can't seem to want to stop moving. All my reason just left."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, wiping my eyes in annoyance and shame only opening them when she cups my face and guides my head down to look at her eyes.

"Why you so insecure anyway?"

"Have you met Kaeya? You know how flirty he can be, I don't know how often or how hard he flirts with you but I didn't want you to fall for it one day."

"Yes, Kaeya is a flirt but he's also a good person. He does flirt with me, at the very least it's very very toned down. You really think I'd fuck your brother behind your back or something?"

"No, no. I just...I'm so sorry, darling." I kneel down before her, kissing her hand as my vision becomes blurry, " I mean it."

She sighs, "I know."

"I came to say if you take me back, I won't be taking weekend quests anymore and no quests that take longer than a week unless it's urgent. Once I'm done with work, I'm coming right over or inviting you over to be with me, alright? I swear I'll be here more."

"You swear?"

I place her hand over my racing heart while staring up into her beautifully dark eyes. "On my life, I will be here more. I will be with you more, baby just please take me back."

"Hmm..."

"Or at the very least let me prove it. Gimme...gimme a week or something."

"Fine, you get a month. A whole month to see how this goes, get me?"

"Thank you, baby."

I smile sadly before quickly standing up, leaning down, and pulling her head to me to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. and pulling her in for a hug that she quickly reciprocated.

"You know if you don't I'mma kill you, right?"

"I expect and encourage it."

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nidianddeepspace · 19 days

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The Tale of the Hoodie Thief

❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ stealing your beloved's hoodie, wearing it because it smells like them, FLUFF FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students

Hoodies - an essential part of anyone's wardrobe and doubly so for the college student that chooses comfort over everything else. It's a simple garment - you just throw it on, decide if you want to wear the hood or not, and bask in the warm comfort of the fabric before going on with the rest of your day.

I am no stranger to hoodies. Back then, half my closet was filled with them, a range of colors and styles that were sure to impress any and all comfort-focused fashionistas. But there was one particular hoodie I loved more than the others - a pink cashmere hoodie my auntie gifted me last Christmas. I didn't wear it very often, but when I did, I felt like I was the walking epitome of luxury loungewear elegance. Now granted, I didn't know if that was an actual thing, but I didn't care either. I felt what I felt.

So when I realized that it was missing the afternoon I was suppose to hang out with you for a bit, I was exasperated and heartbroken. No matter how many times I rummaged through my closet, I just couldn't find it. I was so upset that my room, usually very neat with everything in it's place, resembled the aftermath of a fashion explosion. I want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry 'til I had no more tears. If I had plans to meet up with anyone else, I would have ghosted them due to my grief. But since it was you, I pressed on.

If there was anyone who could comfort me about my missing hoodie, Xavier, it was you.

As I walked to your dorm, trying to keep it together, it began to rain. But I wasn't about to let some water further ruin my day - I was prepared. As I opened up my umbrella, I started thinking about that night we got caught in a rainstorm on the way home from the arcade. Our good time was washed away by the relentless downpour which neither of us were ready for.

"This is BS! I'm so sorry, Xavier." We rushed through the streets as fast as we could, pelted my the largest droplets of rain I'd ever seen. "At this rate, the both of us are going to get sick."

"It's okay, your dorm isn't that far."

"Yeah, but we're already drenched as it is. This is my fault, I should have checked the weather before we left."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Even in the middle of a thunderstorm, you were still so calm and collected. "Try not to worry too much."

Soon, we were rushing into my dorm room, huddling up together to keep warm. You sprung into action, grabbing towels from my closet, helping me to dry off. The rain hadn't washed away the scent of your cologne, and I could smell that faint scent of the forest and the musk as you used one towel to dry off my hair and shoulders. If you wanted to, you could have heard my heart fluttering, so painfully aware of how close we were.

"Y-You don't have to do this," I stammered, looking away. I hoped you didn't see the crimson spreading across my face. "Besides, you need to get that hoodie off you. I wonder if any of the dryers on my floor are free."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Too late for that." I'm always worried about you. I care about you so much, can't you see that? I didn't dare say those words aloud. "Anyway, aren't you afraid of getting sick. We have that big test next week."

"if I get sick, I just won't go to class. I can study on my own and if I ask you nicely, you're share your notes with me, right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Then I've got it covered. So please, don't worry." He smiled as he finished dry my hair, tossing the towel side. "I don't like it when you worry."

"Ah...well, you can stay here until it stops raining. In the mean time, at take off your hoodie and grab one of mine from the closet."

You arched an eyebrow. "One of your hoodies? Would they even fit me?"

"Don't look at me like that, of course they will fit you. Most, if not all my hoodies are oversized. Just pick one and give it back to me later. I'll go see if I can wash and dry your hoodie, hopefully the machines are free."

I came to a complete stop just steps away from your door. It was all coming back to me - you'd left before I'd had a chance to see what hoodie you chose. You sent me a text letting know you were really tired so you had to go. I thought nothing of it at the time. I washed and dried your hoodie, I gave it back to you a few days later, and we went back to the arcade the following weekend.

Realization hit me like a freaking bus.

No...you couldn't have done that...right? No, you...wait...did...did you?

Xavier, did you actually grab my pink cashmere hoodie?!

There was only one way to find out.

(To Be Continued)

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — i can't lose when im with u

SORRY FOR KEEPING Y'ALL WAITING PLS. BUT DW, IT'S BACKKKK. This one's a short lil cute episode bc snooze by SZA got me feeling all LOVEY DOVEY and shi but DW, the angst and tension will be BACK by the next chapter bc its GONE GIRL

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

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series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: well…you fucked up and got pregnant. mixed feelings arise at the palace and you're not sure how you want to handle it but shuri knows that she for sure wants to get serious. to top it all off, your greatest enemy has become your ally and your greatest regret comes back to haunt you

genre: MAJOR fluf, slow, slow, slow burn, minor angst

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, suggestive dialogue, suggestive scenes, cursing, trauma, shouting, mentions of death, suicide, missing people etc. this is a series. you are currently looking at the fourth chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

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proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Snooze' — SZA

send your thoughts and requests ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

Shuri looked at you, pausing for a second, an amused smile creeping up on her face as she slowly chuckled but then stopped to look at your face again. Once she realized you were serious, her face slowly dropped.

You stepped back slightly, your awkward smile dropping as well once you realized.

"You don't want the baby..?" You ask, your voice lowering into a whisper as she walked towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"No, no I do. Trust me, I do. I just wasn't expecting…especially since it's been our first time in 4 years.." She looked off to the side but you're still staring her dead in the eye before you raised an eyebrow.

"No." You say out as you break free from her hold, walking away from the bathroom and into the bedroom, Shuri following you confused.

"What do you mean no? Do you want the baby?"

"I was stabbed. In my stomach." You turned around to face her. "The baby should not have made it…neither should I.." You paused, doing calculations in your head as your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes on the ground. Then you paused in your tracks, looking up at Shuri. "What did you do?"

Shuri let out an awkward chuckle, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"When you were operating on me, the surgery, you were informed of an internal disturbance in my womb, I know this..I've performed this surgery millions of times." You built the system to help better surgery for pregnant women 8 years back, and it's been the default surgery system used in Wakanda ever since.

"You knew."

Your hands balled into a fist as Shuri looked at you defeated.

"Y/N…let me explain."

"Go on. Explain." Your face was heating up as you looked at Shuri. She purposefully left the baby in you, didn't tell you for HOW many weeks after the surgery, and then had the audacity to act shocked when you informed her of the news.

"During surgery, we were informed of the baby but we didn't know it was a baby, you were 3 weeks at the time and it was an embryo…I also thought that it was the tether…like you told me so I..left it."

"But you were informed of the possibility of a pregnancy yes?" You ask, narrowing your eyes on her.

"Yes but I didn't think you were that fertile. I mean we only had sex one time and I didn't think you'd get pregnant from it…"

"Yea, well neither did I.." You sighed, turning away to face your body mirror in your room, folding your arms. You saw her walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist.

"Alright. I'm sorry…do you want the baby?" You felt her breath on your neck as you looked over at her.

"I'm already into my 2nd month anyway…" You muttered under your breath as you felt her smile.

"How about this," She spoke as her hands roamed your body. "I still want you to be my queen Y/N…I promise, I'll do everything right this time." Her hands trailed over to your stomach and you pondered. "I'll protect you…and serve you, and the baby."

You weren't sure, I mean, this is Shuri and you've been in this boat before. You sigh, looking off to the side as she frowned.

"Come on baby, I'll…" She sighed, letting go of you and walking in front of you, placing her finger under your chin to turn your face to face her. "I swear on everything. You and this baby are all I have left.."

"You have Nakia and Okoye…and T'Challa."

Her mood soured for a bit before it softened again once your eyes met. "You know what I mean. I want to do what I should've done 4 years ago. I promise, it's just you and me. No one else."

"Except for the baby."

"What do you say?"

You never expected this mission to turn into a love story but you should've known better. I mean you're coming back home, to the only woman…only person who's ever touched you sexually. You were expecting a hookup, just not a pregnancy.

"Shuri."

"Hm..?" She hummed in response, her face now in the crook of your neck, one of her fingers playing with your curls, the other holding you tightly by the waist.

"If…I stay with you….promise not to do anything stupid." You looked down, your eyes wandering for a minute as you bit your lip. You had a feeling something or someone bad was about to happen. "This is your last chance…our last chance."

"I promise." ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

You walked through the hall, your arms folded. You were dressed in all white, your hair pulled back in a slick bun. The events of this morning were just dawning in your head as you looked out of the tall windows.

Suddenly a woman bumped into you harshly, causing you to almost stumble over and fall on your belly. Luckily, you caught yourself just in time. You looked around angrily as the woman kept walking.

"Hey! Were you raised in a barn or what?!"

She suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned around as your face dropped.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Malia.." you seethed. You lunged at her but she quickly dodged and grabbed your arm. You got out of her grip, backing away as you remember your pregnancy. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Were you not informed? I live here." She smiled cockily as your eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Wakanda and Talokan are now allies, in case you missed that when you know, you blacked out." She giggled at her own joke but she was the only one laughing.

"Get out." You firmly stated as she looked at you with big eyes and then shook her head sharply.

"No, I think I'll stay actually. Shuri offered me a home here and it would probably be in your best interest to keep peace with me, after all, you were the one who cause this."

Your mind raced back to the battlefield where you vividly remember your blow to her stomach causing her miscarriage. She walked closer to you, whispering in your ear.

"I'd watch your back if I were you…and your belly." She walked off as you felt your fists ball up in rage. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

"SHURI! EVERYBODY GET OUT! SHURI!" You stormed into the lab, screaming as the people there scrambled out like your orders. You raced up the stairs as Shuri rushed to you, looking concerned.

"Ay! Baby calm down, why are you screaming?! Stress isn't good for the baby.." She reached out to touch your stomach as you scoffed.

"Don't 'baby' me! When were you planning on telling me that your ex lived here?!"

She sighed, looking at you. "Usana, Wakanda and Talokan are allies now…Namor, he suggested that it'd be best for Malia to live here until the funeral."

You raised an eyebrow, squinting your eyes. "Funeral for what exactly?"

"The…baby of course." She reached a hand to your shoulder. "We also have unsettled wars with the U.S and some eastern countries. She's going to be a valuable asset in battle. I offered her a home here."

"Shuri-"

"I know, but she won't hurt you, I promise."

"You can't assure that." You say under your breath, looking to the side.

"I doubt she's looking for vengeance…I mean, it's not like you killed her baby or anything." She chuckled, looking at you but you slowly turned to her, your eyes widened, your face horrified and in a panic.

"What do you know..?" You sharply voice out, causing her worry, concern and confusion to rise again.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"WHAT DID YOU SEE? WHAT DID YOU HEAR? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" You shout at her, terrified she knew something.

"Y/N-"

"WHY ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" Her hands hold you as she tries to calm you down.

"Baby, calm down, no one is accusing you-"

"NO!" You raise a hand to her, your stress level increasing drastically. "NO!" You walk backwards, the panicked look still on your face, stumbling over a stair.

"Careful! You might hurt yourself!"

You turn around quickly and race down the stairs and out of the lab. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

"And she was panicked, the minute I mentioned the baby…like she knew something.." You heard Shuri talk to Okoye through the walls. You were currently in bed, laying down, a nollywood movie playing on the tv. She made you rest in bed and she got you tea and cookies so decrease your stress. She wasn't lying when she said she was taking this pregnancy more seriously than the last.

"My queen, maybe something happened on the battlefield." Okoye replied.

You turned the volume all the way up so you didn't hear them talking from behind the door. After a few minutes, Shuri walked back into the room, and joined you in bed, wrapping an arm around you.

"Are you alright now baby?" She looked at you but you kept your eyes glued on the screen, only nodding and humming in response.

She used her finger to make you turn to face her and raised an eyebrow. "Use your words entle."

"I'm fine now" You say as she kissed your cheek gently.

"Good…what was that all about in the lab?" She looked at you with concern as you looked away, biting your cheek.

"I just had a threatening encounter with Malia…is all."

The minute you said that, Shuri sat up, alarmed.

"She threatened you?!"

"No, no…nevermind, let's just enjoy ourselves and watch the movie.." You trace her tattoos, causing her to slightly calm down and lower herself into the bed as you sighed. You had to keep this a secret, meaning you had to get rid of Malia. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

"What do you want?" You ask as a woman appeared out of the trees, smiling at you. It was Malia.

You were currently in one of the jungles in Wakanda where she asked you to meet, at night…the only light being a burning fire.

"I want my life back, my baby back, my wife back." She spat at you, walking closer as you folded your arms, standing your ground.

"And I want my father back but we all can't get what we want."

Malia paused as she thought, looking down on your belly and then at you. "I heard what Shuri said that day, how she'd kill whoever killed my baby."

You froze, remembering it as well.

"My people call me T'aan asesina, killer voice. Siren" She whispered to you as she pulled back, causing your eyes to meet with hers. "Either you hand it over or I will take it from you."

"What are you referring to?"

"You know." And with that, she left, leaving you alone. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

Shuri was placing hot kisses on your neck as she fixed you on her lap. Her hands trailed under your shirt as you moaned, moving your head to the side to give her better access as she sucked on your sweet spot.

"Ohhh…" You moaned into her ear as you moved your hips back and forth against her. She was about to unclip your bra when loud banging on the throne room's door interrupted both of you. You quickly got off her, readjusting your outfit as the door swung open, causing Shuri to sigh and you to sit down.

It was already 1:15 and elders entered the room all sitting down in the throne room. The Dora entered behind them, surrounding the room as everyone turned to you and Shuri.

"So after your first baby failed, you decided to make another one huh? What is this? A make-a-baby factory?!" An elder remarked as Shuri sighed.

"Zami!" Another elder said, reaching out to slap his hand. "Have some respect, this is our queen you are ordering around!"

"No! This is a young woman who does not know how to rule properly. Shuri's romantic life is interfering with Wakanda! She has to understand that she is now a ruler with responsibilities. Now we're supposed to welcome a child who's parents aren't even married? What kind of-"

"I understand your concerns." Shuri cut him off, causing everyone in the room to look at her surprised, even you. "What happened with Malia will never happen again. It was just a minor setback for a major comeback. Talokan and Wakanda, as you all know are allies now and we'll need all the help we can get if we want to win the upcoming war with the white people."

"You know how sneaky they are…" Another elder said as Shuri nodded, continuing.

"Which is why I have arranged for Malia, as well as some other people from Talokan, excluding Namor, to stay here but I can assure you, everything is taken care of, business only. We will need the brightest people in the lab and the strongest on the battlefield, unfortunately, the war is not over yet."

The elders in the room nodded and she continued.

"As for Y/N, I plan on marrying her and making her my queen. You all with treat her and our baby with utmost respect, is that understood?" She says sternly as everyone in the room replied with "yes my queen." Shuri nodded, putting her hand up. "You are all dismissed. I've addressed all your concerns, yes?"

You couldn't help but be caught by surprise when Shuri mentioned marriage. As the room cleared out, you turned to her. "Did you really mean what you said when you said you'd marry me?"

"I meant everything I said Y/N…especially that. I'm just trying to be your everything." She took your hand in hers and kissed it softly. "I love you…and I know I've done things and said even worse but I never meant that, I swear. I would nev-"

You cut her off, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "It's alright. I don't mean what I said too." You pressed your forehead against hers as she hoisted you onto her lap, raising an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Where were we again?" Her hands reached down to squeeze your ass as your lips collided together. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

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tbmunson · 2 years

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could you please do a chapter of ‘little harrington’ where the reader has mood swings? steve would be so cute about it lol :)

Little Harrington; Mood Swings - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You're painting the nursery and have a rush of emotions. Steve is literally a perfect partner. Thank you to the anon that requested this. If you have something you want to see please submit it!

Warnings: Fluff. Non Descriptive Nonsexual nudity.

WC: 670ish

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You and Steve had gotten up fairly early to go to the hardware store. You picked out a very neutral grey color for the walls of the nursery, having decided baby pink would be a pretty accent instead of the main color. The two of you had spent the afternoon after lunch painting the walls.

"Steve, honey, can you pour me a little more? There's just a spot left over here." You said sweetly, running the nearly dry brush over the white wall.

"Uh, I poured the rest of the can in my tray because there was only a little left. I can get that spot when I'm done here and that'll be it." He replied, watching his strokes carefully as to not get any the wainscoting that was being left white.

"Why would you do that though if I was still painting?" Your words were sharper, way angrier than you meant for them to be, but you couldn't help it, anger and annoyance had washed over you.

Steve stopped and looked at you wide eyed. "What do you mean? I didn't know you'd need more. There wasn't a lot left." He replied, getting a bit defensive himself on instinct.

The tone in his voice made you realize what had happened and tears welled in your eyes. "Steve..." You were pouting now, watching Steve stand from the stool he had been sitting on previously.

"Are you alright?" He walked towards you, concern blanketing his face.

You choked out a sob and shrugged, upset you'd snapped at him over nothing. "I'm sorry." It's all you could think to say at that moment, tears streaming down your face.

Steve nodded, pulling your body into his and holding you. "Let's get you a warm bath going and I'll finish painting in here. We'll talk about it, okay?"

You nodded, letting him walk you out of the room and towards your bathroom.

He turned the water on, making sure it wouldn't be too hot for the baby or too cool for you before he unsnapped the paint-stained overalls you were wearing and helped you out of them. "I think you're exhausted, baby." He said gently, taking in your tired face.

You nodded and sighed. "Yeah." You were still ashamed of how you spoke to him.

"I'll be back when I finish the walls okay." He said, running his thumb over your cheek so you'd look at him. When you did he pressed a small kiss to your lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." You gave him a small soft smile as he stepped out of the room. You finished undressing and stepped into the lukewarm water, which wasn't ideal, but neither was raising the baby's temperature.

About half an hour after you had turned the faucet off Steve walked back into the room, knocking on the threshold as he did.

"How ya feeling baby?" He asked gently.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. "Better. You always know what I need."

He smiled and sat on the edge of the tub. "Good. You wanna talk about what happened?" He pressed lightly.

You pouted but nodded, knowing it needed to be talked about. "I'm sorry. I don't know where it came from. I was so happy and then I was mad, then I got upset that I was mad. It was all so fast." You said, reaching down to drain the tub.

"Your hormones are all over the place right now so I don't blame you for it. I want to apologize too for snapping back at you. I knew better." He said, reaching down and resting a hand on your glistening belly.

Your eyes welled again and you shook your head. "No, you don't have to apologize." You rested your hand on his.

"I do because I know you didn't mean it. I know it wasn't your fault." He said, leaning down to be closer to you.

You smiled at him, reaching up to brush the grey smudge off of his nose. "I still don't know how I got so lucky." You smiled, cleaning your thumb in the draining water.

"Me either." He kissed the tip of your nose and stood to help you up and carefully out of the tub. "Now how about a massage, mama?"

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cat-astro-pick · 2 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟑

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

The hangover was pretty bad, considering it was wine. Maybe it was fault of the emotion, or maybe it was the fact that I drank too much too fast. The phone in my hand was looking very ominous. I plugged the dead phone into the charger and went out to the veranda. I decided to light a cigarette. I lit up and tossed the lighter aside. The scent of cocoa and vanilla wafted through my nostrils, but what filled my mouth was a bitter, unpleasant cloud of smoke. Even as I smoked, I wasn't looking at the cityscape, which was neither colorful nor peaceful as usual, with graffiti sometimes filling the alleyways. My eyes and attention were focused on my phone, which I wondered how I had managed to bring home in one piece. The ash of cigarette fell out and landed on my slipper. A cold sweat soaked my back with relief that I was out of immediate danger. But it wasn't a comfort that would end in relief. Misfortune doesn't need a long prelude. And the hot cigarette ash that accidentally landed on the end of my soft slipper was a small, insignificant prelude to the beginning of my misery.

[Ezreal : Are you serious?]

[Ezreal : I'm a little...I mean, surprised.]

[Ezreal: Anyway, goodnight, you're very drunk.]

What have I done, what have I done. My heart was beating fast and my blood seemed to be running cold. Ironically, my whole body was gradually getting colder, sweat trickling down my wingbones. I moved my trembling index finger to lift the messenger up. But all I saw was gray bubbles. Before I could deduce anything more, I hit call logs and saw the name Ezreal at the top. I swallowed a curse word and spat it back out.

"Holy shit!"

I don't remember. That made it worse. By the time I could pretend it didn't happen, Ezreal had already replied. It was weird to ask him what I said, but it was also weird to ask him what I said. How do I say, ‘Knock knock, Ez, I was so drunk I can't remember what I said last night, what did I say that surprised you so much?’ No! No way! I'd rather play Russian roulette with a shotgun. If I'm going to do that old-fashioned line, I'm going to do it in a theatrical tone, and that doesn't fit the shitty image I've built up by now! I laughed, hanging on the porch railing like a crazy woman. I was freaking out. I'd rather fall like this, but the railing was sturdy as shit. I didn't move until just before my sociable neighbor from LA came out onto the porch.

I drew the curtains and opened the window. After securing the window, I sat down on the couch, breathing in the cold, nostril-stinging air. I didn't want to think about anything, so I filed away whatever came to hand. It was better to avoid than to organize my thoughts. I admit I'm an idiot, but today was the first time I realized I was brave enough to be drunk and rambling. I ran a comb through my disheveled hair and pulled on my hoodie. I had a bunch of songs to work on, but I couldn't do it today, and I didn't even want to touch my phone. I knew if I went into Messenger again, I'd see that damn message in front of my eyes. I covered my face with my hat and put my hand on the doorknob of my front door. I put my weight on my hand, pressed down on the handle, and pushed the door open. My strength was fading. I've never been perfect, but I didn't expect to be this broken. I can't run anymore. Riding the bus is exhausting. I made my way to the workshop, finishing a cigarette as I passed through narrow alleys. Normally, I would have arrived promptly, but today I didn't get to the door until late afternoon.

"..."

I didn't want to face it. What was behind it, if you ask me, was a bunch of stuff. A few coworkers, a ramshackle recording studio booth, and a bunch of expensive equipment for production. My coworkers don't know anything. But I wasn't good enough at acting like I had nothing going on. I wasn't good enough. Being good was a privilege reserved for those who could afford it. It was better to be gentle with myself than to crave a privilege I couldn't earn. Have to do it even if I don't want to. Have to face it even if I don't want to. So...

I opened the door, my appearance was the same as usual, but no one gave me the usual stare. All three pairs of eyes in the chairs turned to me at the same time, looking out of place, nervously. I managed to maintain my normal voice and tone of voice, but their cold, piercing eyes stopped me from trying to act normal.

"...What are you looking at?"

"Your friend was looking for you."

"Friend? Who..."

I trailed off and shut my mouth. Soon, the normally blunt girl shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. She sounded completely disinterested, but like out of consideration for me, her head turned away from my expression and toward the monitor.

"…Ezreal."

"…Then, I'll call him later."

"He has been waiting for hours, and he's gone. Is it better to see him n-"

"No. Not now. Let's stop talking nonsense and finish the work. Sorry for late."

I sat down in my chair and got ready to work. I put my phone on silent and flipped it over so I couldn't see the screen. Everyone seemed to be noticing my mood, and one of them seemed disgruntled with me, though I knew it wasn't because of my tardiness. I cringed unnecessarily at that puzzled look, the one that seemed to want to say something but didn't. Da pulled his hat deeper into his face. Da pulled his hat deeper and moved his mouse. He punched in a few codes and checked the song on his headset. Over and over again, I listened to the crackling, loud music coming out of the headset, even though it should be jammed. As if there was no other way out.

I wanted to disappear. My coworkers were overly concerned with Ezreal. In fact, I couldn't even tell what they were talking about while I was gone. I kept thinking about the conversations they must have had, even though Ezreal wasn't exactly a lightweight. What if Ezreal had told me everything? I would be humiliated for sins I don't even remember. The conclusion, then, was simple: I would be shamed for sins I don't remember. It was enough that I didn't speak up first. I ignored everything about Ezreal. Avoidance might be a better word. For the first few days, I was met with a mixture of concern, annoyance, and frustration from my coworkers. Toward the end, I started getting calls from Heartsteel guys who weren't even my coworkers.

[Crazy: Hey. What the hell did you say to that idiot that made him so angry?]

[Crazy: Dude, you read it, you read it, why aren't you replying?]

I slowly stroked my dry lips with my index finger. I bit my lip in frustration and made a noise, then bit it off, losing control of the force, and blood trickled down my lip. It tasted salty on the tip of my tongue, and I could smell old metal. I bit my lip and nibbled at the pulsing flesh to draw out more blood. When the blood stopped flowing, I folded my finger and brought it to my lips. There was no more blood. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes in discomfort, hoping to get some sleep. I hadn't slept well in days, having been churning out scales like a factory. In my sleep, my head, which hadn't been secured, dropped downward as if in a seizure. An empty can of Zero Sugar Monster crashed to the floor, after proding the back of my head. My eyes opened of their own accord with a clear sound, like a thin hammer hitting a thin stone. I pressed my thumbs firmly against the dark circles under my eyes. I sat up and tried to get a drink of water to steady myself. I'm pretty sure I had water in a mug tucked away in the corner, but when I reached out, only I can touch was a plastic water bottle, not a mug. A thicker, well-shaped hand crumpled the water bottle slightly, as if to hold back emotions.

"...Ezreal?"

"It's been a while."

"We need to talk."

Fuck...

Lord. Why have you put me through this?

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