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#again this message was so so nice I remember someone screamed at me at work and I just went to the bathroom to cry and look @ this
rinhaler · 1 month
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OMG HI I LOCW UR WORKS U ARE SO TALENTED THAT MEGUMI KNW WITH THE GUN?? JAW DROPPED SCREAMING DLENCHING THE TOES WANT TO LICK THE SCREEN
anyways i love you and everything you write <3 was thinking about ex babysitter jujutsu kaisen guy.. envisioning geto or sukuna or gojo (???) idk but they like used to make fun of u and be a little angel for the parents n stuff but seeing them again but ur all grown up and a little spicy reunion !! n they’re like 5-7 yrs older so yum
got so so so carried away as usual but this was so fun to write.. i made it satoru and suguru bc i thought it would be fun :3
warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight dubcon, fem!reader, age gap (reader 20s + them 30s), childhood crush to lovers?, alcohol consumption, love bites, tit sucking, praise, slight cucking?, double penetration (one hole), spanking, hair pulling, squirting, slight pussy eating, creampies, snowballing, pet names (sweetheart, baby).
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It’s been months since you got to see a movie in the theatre. You don’t even remember the last time, or what you saw. But you’ve been counting down the days until you and your best friend finally had a day off work that lined up with each other. Why you’ve been craving seeing a movie, you’ll never know. But what you’ve been most excited for is the food.
Nothing has caught your eye, but your friend points out a cheesy sounding horror movie that you’re happy to see.
“Satoru? Is that you?” you ask, a familiar head of white hair catching your eye as you and your friend walk closer to him, seeing him leave the cinema screen you’re about to walk into. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since I was…”
“Wow,” he chuckles. “Look at you, all grown up. Yeah, it’s been a long time.” he continues. Your eyes meet the stare of the woman on his arm.
She smiles, but you see it’s disingenuous. Her body language is clingy and affectionate, desperately holding onto Satoru’s arm as she urges him to leave with her. You aren’t surprised that she’s trying to lead him away, but you are taken aback that someone has managed to tie the Satoru Gojo down. He was always popular with girls back when he used to babysit you, but he was never one for commitment or staying faithful.
“You two make a cute couple.” you smile at them both, trying to put the girl at ease. It doesn’t work, however. Instead, it seems to make her more nervous.
“It’s our first date.” Satoru informs you. He sighs a little as she pulls at his t-shirt, and it’s less than discreet. “We’re going to dinner later, so we better get going. It was nice seeing you though.” he smiles.
“Wait,” you stop him. “Um, are you still in touch with Suguru?” you wonder.
He smirks at that. He always teased you about having a crush on his best friend after the first time he brought him over for babysitting duty. They didn’t come as a pair every time after that, but it was more often than not. He made your heart race and you lost all ability to form a coherent sentence. You knew he’d never be interested in you; he was older and cooler than you’d ever hope to be.
“Of course. You know what? Here, give me your phone.” he tells you. The girl’s eyes fill with water, a look of defeat in a battle you weren’t even participating in overwhelms her. He quickly types his number into your phone and texts himself so that you can exchange contact information. “We can arrange a little reunion, yeah? See you around.” he winks before leading his date away.
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A whole fortnight has passed before any plans come to fruition. That cinema trip is a distant memory that has been replaced with flirty texts in the group chat Satoru decided to make with you and Suguru.
It’s like being a teenager again.
Satoru’s teasing is ceaseless. Everything is so casual and generic in the group chat save for the occasional comment about your crush on Suguru back in the day. But it’s worse in the private messages. Now that you’re older and wiser he sees no point in holding back. He’s so flirtatious and grotesque and vulgar all at once.
Your conversations with Suguru, however, are a lot more reserved. Your fingers tremble whenever he texts. And the conversation is a lot sparser in comparison to how you talk with Satoru.
He’s sweet and kind, but you wonder if he’s just tolerating you for Satoru’s sake.
Satoru: are u cooking for us?
You: we’re getting takeout 🙄
You smirk at your phone as you continue to read the bombardment of heartbroken messages from Satoru, disappointment from the lack of a home-made meal. You can’t even tell if he’s being serious or kidding. You laugh, nonetheless. Though you’re easily startled when hear your doorbell ring.
As you open the door, you have to will yourself from allowing your jaw to drop. Pocketing your phone as you look up at Suguru. That handsome youthful face ageing into a more mature and chiselled one. It makes your heart skip a beat, but you try to downplay it.
“H-Hey!” you smile. “Nice to see you, it’s been forever.”
“It has, hasn’t it?” he smiles too, walking into your home when you move aside. He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move as you pour two glasses of wine for yourselves. “I’m glad you got in touch.”
You continue to converse as you lead him to the front room and sit side by side on the couch. Neither of you seem to notice how time flies as you chat and reminisce about the days he used to come over to keep Gojo company while he babysat you.
As if you weren’t old enough to stay home without a sitter. That hardly helped your ability to seem cool for your age. And Satoru didn’t fail to tease you about that either.
“I always thought your little crush on me was sweet.” he laughs. “But I was too old for you, then.”
“I know.” you nod, taking a sip of the red liquid sloshing around your glass. “Do you remember that time Satoru invited two girls over?” you ask, face filling with heat as you recall the embarrassing incident.
“Oh,” he chuckles lightly, like a memory has been unlocked in the back of his head. “You locked yourself in your room and wouldn’t come out all night. Even after we sent them home.”
“I was jealous!” you try to defend yourself. “I was such a lame little pre-teen and then these gorgeous girls with perfect skin and perfect hair came over and you guys were hooking up and I was just… heartbroken!” you clutch your hand to your chest dramatically and begin to laugh as you try and make light of the memory.
He breathes, a soft smile prominent of his face as he thinks about it some more. The girls in question were the pretty, popular, cheerleader types. Everything you wanted to be, everything you wanted Suguru to see you as. And yet, you weren’t even close to achieving that reality. And still, he told them to go. Satoru felt bad for upsetting you, too. So they didn’t hesitate to tell them they had to leave.
“I remember sitting with Satoru outside of your bedroom door the whole time. You didn’t even use the bathroom.”
“Oh my God,” you laugh. “I ran to the bathroom after you left. And then I cried to my mom all night about how devastated I was.”
He thinks to himself, putting down his glass of wine on the coffee table before he looks at you. Your body freezes, worried you’ve offended him or creeped him out. A slew of words run rampant in your mind as you try and formulate an apology.
You’re taken aback, however, when he cups your face and slowly tilts his head before kissing you. It’s everything your teenage self had ever dreamed of. You want to drop your own glass to the floor and cup his face in turn as it deepens. But he pulls away, leaving you breathless and longing.
“We’re not kids anymore.” he whispers.
You put down your glass beside his, before lunging in for another kiss. He lets you push him back against the couch, stripping yourself of your sweater so you’re down to just your bra. He smooths his hands over your hips, watching you eagerly as he awaits your next move.
“We’ll have to be quick.” you tell him. “Satoru will be here soon.”
You bend down to make out with him again, keening as he expertly unhooks your bra. His lips latch around your nipple before you’ve even realise he’s tossed your bra halfway across the room. Your hips roll against his clothed bulge, still in a state belief that this is even happening.
“I always wanted you to be my first.” you confess, and he halts his actions momentarily. “But I’m glad… I can fuck you properly instead.”
He allows you to help him out of his own shirt, neither of you capable of keeping your hands off each other for more than a second. Even less than that for your lips. Each sentence is hushed and hurried as you try and navigate this new and exciting development in what was meant to be a casual, friendly, reunion.
“So you’ve got experience now, huh?” he asks, kissing your neck greedily as he thinks about how much you’ve grown in the last decade. “You know how to fuck like a good girl?”
You nod, dumbly, kissing his neck in turn before traversing down his sculpted body. You both freeze, however, when the doorbell rings again. Your eyes widen in horror as you realise all of your clothes are scattered across the front room. There’s no way you can get dressed quick enough. Maybe it would be better to pretend you aren’t home. That you ran out because you forgot something at the store.
“It’s open.” Suguru yells, your heart pounding even faster than it had previously.
Satoru swaggers in as you sheepishly look in his direction with your arms across your chest, doing all you can to preserve your modesty.
“Wow.” he sneers, a teasing lilt in his tone as he looks at you both. Sweaty and dazed, though one of you seems to look less embarrassed than the other. “I knew this would happen.”
“It’s not what it looks—”
“Your tits are in his face and I can see a bruise forming on your neck, sweetheart.” he interjects, getting closer to you both. “I’m not judgin’. Why would I?” he smiles.
You can’t help but feel like you’ve been set up.
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“Oh fuck,” you moan, “It’s too much Satoru. I can’t. I can’t. Y-You’ll have to wait your turn!” you protest as he prods at your already occupied cunt. But despite your whining he continues to push himself inside of you, determined to stretch you to your very limit. He shudders at the sight of your pussy swallowing his tip and doing all it can to spit it back out.
He’s been watching on the sidelines, patiently, as Suguru fucks you in the comfort of your own bed. Palming himself as he gets off to the image of his best friend’s cock drilling into your perfect little cunt. He thought he could be patient, but he was sorely mistaken. He’s seen with his own two eyes how well you can ride cock, but he wants to see how well you can handle getting railed.
He pushes you down towards Suguru has his palm splays across your back. You’re soon comforted by the feeling of his lips on yours, though you break away to moan as Satoru inches in further and further. His cock flush against his best friends without a single care, revelling in the sounds of your ragged breath and desperate whimpers.
“I can’t wait, baby. You’re swallowin’ this cock so good. Just take it, yeah?” he tells you, slapping your ass as he starts fucking you slowly.
“You look so pretty full of cock, sweetheart. Does it feel good?” Suguru asks as he plants his feet down onto the mattress and starts to fuck you in tandem.
You nod as a response, yelping as you feel Satoru’s fingers interlace with your hair and yank you up towards him. Your sweat coated back pressed flush against his chest. His free hand holds your hips while he uses your hair to his leverage as his pace becomes brutal. Your pussy oozes and gushes as they each poke and prod and fondle you through their eager assault.
Suguru’s hands wander to pinch and slap your tits, his lip bitten raw as he gets off to the sight of your flesh jiggling and bouncing in all of the right ways.
You squeak, unable to utter a single word or even so much as moan as you begin to squirt from the pleasure. The feeling is enough to have Suguru tumbling over the edge right after you while Satoru wraps his arm around you to play with your clit.
“Again.” he orders, pulling you away from Suguru so that he can kneel in front of your twitching pussy.
The pleasure builds again. Harder, slower, but finally you snap. Your cunt gushes divinely and Suguru savours every last drop. Satoru finishes deep as his balls tighten and he moans pathetically in your ear. But he doesn’t give you or himself a second to relax as he hooks his arms under the bends of your knees, spreading you open wide so that your combined coupling drips out of your hole.
Suguru buries his face in your cunt, slurping up the mess created by the three of you. He sticks his tongue out to show you the lewd combination of your fluids, before looking at Satoru with lust filled eyes. Satoru leans in to kiss him, accepting the tangy tasting mixture into his own mouth before looking down at you.
“Your cunt tastes beautiful, sweetheart.” Suguru tells you as he lightly spanks your clit.
Satoru forces you to look in his direction as he holds your jaw, prompting you to open your mouth wide for him. He kisses you passionately, encouraging you to follow his lead and welcome to lewd fluids onto your own awaiting tongue. You gasp as the taste hits you, but before you can object, he covers your mouth and pinches your nose with one hand.
“Swallow it like a good little girl.” he orders, and you do.
He lets you go after that, though your body just goes limp in his arms. He helps you lie down next to Suguru as he spoons you, and your childhood crush peppers you skin in delicate kisses as you begin to drift off.
“I’m glad I went to see that shitty movie the other day.” Satoru smirks.
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buckyhad · 6 months
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Forever
Pairing: Dark!Carlos Sainz x reader
Warnings: NC thats it, based on this request!
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Carlos was the sweetest boyfriend you have ever had, caring, tending to your needs, loving.
Until he got jealous, every little interaction between you and another men was a reason for him to lash out at you. Nothing serious, it was normal for your boyfriend to feel that way sometimes.
Except that time went he took it a little too far.
"That's the dress you are wearing tonight?" Carlos asked furrowing his brows.
"You don't like it?" You asked a little bit sad, tonight was another gala with the drivers about something you didn't remember anymore, choosing a red long dress, with a low cut and a high slit that you loved.
"Yes, I like it, but you are showing a lot" he said.
"Its just a part of my leg".
"Whatever" you knew he was already working himself up so you just decided to leave it there, thinking that going to the gala and getting some drinks in his system would help him calm down.
But you were so wrong.
You two arrived at the place an hour before, Carlos got some strong drink while you choosed some water, Carlos hated when you drinked.
Alone in some corner while Carlos was at the bar again, waiting for his order, when Charles, Carlos' teammate went to say hi to you, making Carlos start to march where you to were happily chatting, getting there just in time.
"I really like how that dress looks on you" Charles said touching the strap of your dress.
"Thanks you, I love the colour a lot" you said blushing a little bit, taking a step back from the monagesque.
"I know, she looks so nice" Carlos said with his hands on the pockets of his pants "We are going amor, grab your things".
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"That's why you used that dress? So you would get compliments from Leclerc?" Was the first thing he said when you got to the hotel.
"No! I really liked how it looks on me!".
"Stop lying!" He said grabbing your arm.
"The fuck is wrong with you" you screamed at him trying to get of his grip.
"You know how much I love you, why do you need to flirt with other guys?"
"I wasn't flirting" you whispered "I'm going to go now, let me go, please".
"I'm sorry amor, I didn't mean to grab you, I'm just so mad" he said looking at you with those pretty big brown eyes "Please, no te vayas (don't go)".
"I just need some time, to think you know".
"Te amo (I love you)".
"I know" you said closing the door and making your way out.
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You rented a small apartment on Spain, wanting to be alone for a week, not talking or seeing Carlos.
But he had other plans, leaving at least 50 missed calls per day and thousands of unread messages.
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By the fifth day without knowing anything about him, someone knoked on your door, being as tired as you were lately, you just opened the door without looking.
Feeling a hand on your mouth while the person closed the door you felt their breath by your ear.
"You need to be more careful, someone could hurt you" Carlos said.
You tried to take his hand off while he was pushing you towards the table.
"I'm going to take my hand off, you better not start screaming" he said and chuckled "At least not yet".
"What are you doing" you started crying, feeling how his hand pushed your upper half onto the table, and hold you there, while his other hand pushed your dress up and your panties down.
"Read your texts with Charles, 'I'm so sorry that you fighted with Carlos, I'm here if you need anything'" he recited while starting to get his tip wet with some spit.
"Please, he just wanted to be nice. You've lost your mind" you cried feeling how he pushed inside you "Carlos you know I'm not in anything, pull out. Please" got out between sobs.
"Well, you would be mine forever now".
A/N: I'm sososo sorry this took so long, I've been studying for an exam (went sl fucking wrong) and now I've another one, anyways, FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE, happy Carlos won today, sad how they didn't listen to Charles AGAIN
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beyondthesefourwalls · 9 months
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This Love Came Back to Me (4)
Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.
Part Four Word Count: 4.7K
Part Three :: Series Masterlist
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The weekend you spent with Bradley was the happiest you could remember being in a long time. 
Even when you were together before, you lacked this air of understanding and dedication that came from the conversation you had early Saturday afternoon, and it made all the difference. You were able to just be, enjoying every moment, with no worry about what would happen next with him, because you knew he felt the same and you would figure it out together. 
You spent the rest of the day and all of Sunday holed up in your house. You cooked together and watched movies and napped and reconnected physically as well as emotionally, and it made saying goodbye late on Sunday night that much harder. You kissed at your front door for a long time before he finally left to return to his own place. He had contemplated staying the night again, but you both had early mornings to start the week, and you knew it would make leaving for work almost impossible if Bradley was laying beside you when you woke up. 
Walking into your office on Monday morning, you still felt like you were floating on cloud 9. When you got to your desk and saw an arrangement of carnations and daisies, you gasped in delight. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, though it did little to contain your grin as you opened the card stuck between the flowers. 
I had an amazing weekend with you, Bug. Can’t wait to do it again xx
It took everything in you not to squeal out loud, but inside, you’re screaming. 
“Nice flowers,” your coworker Lauren commented as she walked by your desk on her way to get to hers. She wiggled her eyebrows at you playfully, like she was looking for gossip. “Hot date this weekend?” 
You laughed lightly, thinking how that didn’t even begin to describe it. 
“Something like that,” you answered instead. You rubbed one of the flower petals between your fingers as you thought about how Bradley had woken you up on Sunday morning with kisses to your bare stomach and how you had lounged around in your bed naked until early afternoon. 
Your emotions must have been playing across your face because you were brought out of your musings by Lauren’s laugh. Your eyes snapped up to hers and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks at the knowing look she was giving you. 
“Oh girl. Whoever he is, you have it bad.” 
She didn’t wait for a response before she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder as she continued her way to her desk. You smiled down at the flowers again, the card with his note held tightly in your head. 
“Yeah,” you whispered, “I really do.” 
Your heart was so full as you sat down in your chair and dug your phone out of your purse. You opened your message thread with Bradley and then, pulling the flowers close to you so they would be in the camera frame, you snapped a selfie. 
Someone sent me flowers. I think he might like me. 
Once the picture was sent, you moved the vase to the corner of your desk where you’d be able to see it all day without it blocking your computer monitor. With one more wistful sigh, you started going through the motions of logging on and clicking through any emails you may have gotten over the weekend. Soon enough, you were caught up in your work, scrolling through documents that had been sent to you for review. You had slipped your headphones in as you normally did, so when you caught sight of someone hovering over your desk out of the corner of your eye, you nearly jumped out of your skin. 
“Jesus, Paul!” 
“Good morning,” he said brightly. He set a cup of coffee directly in front of you and you leaned to the side to avoid the brush of his arm from being so close. Your skin was starting to prickle for all the wrong reasons, as it always did in his presence. The smell of whatever cheap cologne he had on made your nose scrunch. “I brought you coffee.” 
“I've told you that you don’t need to do that. I make my own coffee.” 
“It’s no problem,” he chirped, pushing his glasses up his face. You did your best to offer him a polite smile, but you’re sure it appeared as more of a grimace. You pushed the coffee to the side, pulling the travel mug you brought yourself closer in return. 
“Oh. Someone got you flowers.” 
You took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as you nodded. “Yup.” 
“Who sent them?”
He was looking at you expectantly. You narrowed your eyes as your annoyance started to turn to anger. You didn’t owe him anything, and despite Bradley not even being here, you felt a flash of protectiveness go through you. These flowers were from him. They were special to you, and Paul didn’t need to know that. 
When you didn’t respond, he wasn’t deterred. 
“Was it that guy from the bar? He didn’t seem very nice.” 
“Paul, it’s really not your - hey!” 
You tried to grab it before he could, but he had picked the note that accompanied your bouquet up off of your desk and was reading it with furrowed eyebrows. 
“Bug? That’s stupid. You aren’t a bug.”
You snatched the card out of his hands with a scowl. By the way his eyes widened and snapped to you, he seemed shocked at the action. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him for that; despite how much he bothered you and, frankly, creeped you out, you had to work with him, and so you always tried to maintain a level of civility. But after Friday night, you were approaching your whits end. 
“It’s not your business.” 
“I’m sorry. But you deser-”
“I have work to do,” you snapped, unwilling to listen to anyone tell you what you deserved, especially when it came to this, to Bradley, when he was everything you wanted. 
Paul gave you a pleading look but before he could say anything else, you put your headphones back in and turned back to your computer. You started aggressively typing notes, mostly nonsensical, to the document you had been working on before you were interrupted. You stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. It took a minute, but he eventually took the hint. It was only once you knew he was gone that you stopped typing. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath and tried to push away the discomfort that had settled over you. You were starting to wonder if it was time for another email to HR. 
You jumped when your phone buzzed. Picking it up with a sigh, some of the tension left you when you saw Bradley had responded to your earlier message. 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I have it on good authority that you’re correct with that thought. 
Your lips quirked. Despite the interaction you just had, your heart skipped a beat reading his words. You chewed the skin at your thumbnail for a moment as you contemplated what to say in return. Another text from him came through. 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: Happy to spend more time convincing you though
A full grin stretched across your face now. Truly, you didn’t need to be convinced of anything, and you knew Bradley knew that, but you were happy to play along. Especially when it made you smile and your heart fluttered like this. 
And just how would you do that? 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I have my ways. Wanna find out?
Consider me curious. Yes. 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I’ll see you tonight then. 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: By the way - thanks for the picture. You look beautiful, Bug. 
And the flowers I’m sure you paid good money for? 
Bradley🐓✈️❤️: Barely noticed them. Too busy looking at you 😉
You sat your phone down once you sent back a few heart emojis along with a promise to see him later. You glanced at the flower arrangement before you got back to work, a pleasant warmth filling your body. 
You were in and out of meetings the rest of the day, and when you were at your desk, you kept your headphones in and your head down, trying to stay zoned in and avoiding interaction when at all possible. You almost thought you were lucky that your boss had a tendency to throw too much work at you, because being as busy as you were meant that you didn’t have much time to watch the clock and wait for the hours to tick by. Still, you breathed a sigh of relief when 5:00 rolled around. You weren’t usually one of the first to leave, but you were eager to get home. 
You packed your things quickly as you said goodbye to a few of your coworkers who were still finishing up. The last thing you grabbed was the vase of flowers. You brought them to your nose as you walked to the elevator. They really were so pretty, and smelled so nice. You were going to have to ask Bradley where he had gotten them. 
You felt your phone buzz in your bag and shifted the flowers into the crook of your arm as you dug with your opposite hand to retrieve the device. Bradley was leaving work now and would be on his way to your house after a quick stop to shower and change. And, in a follow up message, he couldn’t wait to see you. 
You were texting back one handed when a weight knocked hard into your right side. 
With a startled gasp, you stumbled. The sudden contact caused your phone to fly out of your hand, and as your bag fell down your arm the hold you had around the flowers loosened. You scrambled to get a better grip on the vase, but then hands grabbed your arms to steady you, only jarring you further, and you watched in what felt like horrified slow motion as it fell to the ground. The sound of breaking glass rang in your ears, the water keeping the flowers alive spreading quickly on the floor, soaking the carnations and daisies that laid in a heap amongst the tile. 
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” 
Your eyes snapped up from the catastrophe at the familiar, nasally, grating voice. They narrowed quickly and you took a step back, jerking your arms out of his grasp when Paul didn’t immediately let go. His face was the picture of innocence, but there was a glint in his eyes that had you unnerved. You couldn’t help but scoff. WIthout saying a word, you dropped down to scoop up your phone and Bradley’s gift to you while they were still salvageable. The thick vase was beyond saving and you were careful to avoid touching any of the shards of glass.
“I can throw those away for you, if you’d like.” 
Your nostrils flared at his words and you glared up at him. With a huff, you finished grabbing what you could and stood back up. “That won’t be necessary.” 
“I don’t mi-” 
“I do,” you snapped. You took a deep breath, doing your best to center yourself before you got too worked up. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes because of how angry you were and you refused to cry right now. “I won’t be throwing them away.” 
He started to say your name again when your manager Gretchen rounded the corner to the elevator bay. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. “Oh no! What happened?” 
You gritted your teeth before forcing on a professional smile. “Just clumsy,” you excused. 
You could practically feel the judgment rolling off of her in waves as she eyed you up and down, glancing again at the mess you hadn’t even caused again. “Well, let’s make sure this gets cleaned up before you leave, okay?” 
You felt scolded and shamed, your eyes hot, but you were thankful for her when she set her gaze on the red headed man hovering beside you and told him she had been looking for him. “I want to go over a few things for your next project. Let’s chat in the elevator.” 
Paul couldn’t do much more than agree with her, though his eyes lingered on you even as he did. You took the opportunity to pivot where you stood and dart across the hallway to the kitchen on this floor. By the time you returned with a thick roll of paper towels, they were gone and you could breathe out a sigh of relief. 
You tried to be quick with cleaning up the mess you had inadvertently created. A few of your other coworkers had walked by you, eyeing you in a way that didn’t just feel curious. Embarrassment settled deep in your chest, but even stronger than that was the overall exhaustion you felt. You hated it here. And you hated that you hated it here, because you genuinely liked what you did. But you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You hadn’t spent the weekend applying for new jobs like you had planned, even if your distraction was for the best possible reason. You made a mental note to set aside some time and prioritize scouring LinkedIn and job boards this week. 
Once you’d thrown away the combination of wet napkins, broken glass and stray leaves and petals, you took off the hair tie you kept on your wrist. There was an indentation on your skin from where you’d snapped it throughout the day as your anxiety got the best of you. You wrapped it around the bundle of flowers to keep them contained and just stared at them for a moment. Your heart ached at how some were bent and ruffled from hitting the ground. You swallowed the feeling, telling yourself you could do your best to fix it when you got home.
The office was mostly empty by now so the elevator ride down to the first floor was mercifully quiet. There was a crack on your screen protector from when your phone hit the floor and you ran your finger over it with a sigh before letting your head fall back against the wall. 
It was only Monday, and you were already ready for the weekend.
To top it all off, you got stuck in a bit of traffic on your way home, because of course you did. When you pulled into your driveway, Bradley was already there, leaning against that familiar blue Bronco. You realized once you caught sight of his phone in his hand that you had never actually texted him back before. 
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. By the time you put your car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, he was opening the driver’s side door. 
The wide smile on his face while he greeted you had some of the angst you had been feeling easing into something soft and warm; you couldn’t help but smile back at him. He grabbed your bag for you and slipped it over his own shoulder as he helped you out of the car. You held tight to your flowers with your other hand. Without skipping a beat, as soon as you were standing, you buried your face in the soft material of his Hawaiian shirt. A soft chuckle vibrated through his chest, but both of his arms locked around you and his lips pressed into the top of your head. 
“Hi, baby,” he murmured into your hair. You mumbled the word back to him, snuggling closer. “Long day?”
You inhaled deeply, letting his scent invade your senses, settling over you like a blanket. You finally lifted your head, smiling up at him. 
“Better now,” you promised. Bradley leant down to kiss you and you raised on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. You hummed in pleasure once you settled back down on the ground. “Mmm. Much better now.” 
He grinned, but then his eyes flickered down, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. You followed his line of sight to the bundle grasped in your hand at your side. Your smile dropped just the slightest bit at the reminder of what had happened less than an hour ago, but you do your best to swallow it. Instead, you held the flowers up to your face, mimicking the photo you had sent him earlier. Bradley’s eyes sparkled in recognition and his smile grew. 
“Even better in person,” he quipped, and your heart fluttered, because even if his tone was joking, you knew he meant the words. 
Bradley’s hand settled on your back as you made your way to and through your front door. You groaned in relief when you kicked your shoes off. You went to take a step toward the kitchen, but a gasp escaped you when instead, your body was turned with a hand on your arm. Before you could ask what he was doing, Bradley’s lips were on yours again. You melted against him, moaning into his mouth. 
You lost yourself in the kiss and only pulled away once breathing became an issue. You knew your lips were swollen by the way they tingled, but you drew your bottom one between your teeth anyway. You peered up at him through your lashes. 
“Hi,” he said simply. You couldn’t help the shiver that went through you at the rasp in his voice. The sound went straight to your core. 
“Hi,” you breathed. “What was that for?” 
Bradley shrugged, giving you a small smirk and a wink. “Because I wanted to, mostly. But also as a way to convince you of your theory.” 
Your brain wasn’t quite back online yet so it took a moment for you to process what his words meant, but then your texts from earlier flashed in your head. You let out a breathless laugh which Bradley returned with one of his own.
He followed you when you walked further into the house this time. He leant against the counters next to you, watching as you grabbed the vase with the bouquet he had gotten you at the farmers market on Saturday. You took your hair tie off of the ones from today and started to combine the two arrangements into one. You only had one vase, and you weren’t ready to part with any of the flowers quite yet, so you had to make this work. 
“What happened to the vase that these came in?” he asked casually. He rubbed one of the carnation petals between two of his fingers. You froze for a brief moment, but he must have caught it in the corner of his eye, because he turned to face you more fully. “Bug?”
“I uh..I dropped it, on my way out of the office. It’s why you beat me here, I was cleaning it up.” 
You didn’t look at him, but you could feel him looking at you. You weren’t sure if you were just incredibly obvious, or if he just knew you that well, but he shifted closer to you and settled a hand on your arm again, his thumb running up and down on your exposed skin. 
“Are you alright? Didn’t get nicked by any glass or anything like that?” 
You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. You fluffed the newly added flowers, noting how nice they all looked together, and how the glass containing them was so full it was practically overflowing. 
Bradley said your name gently, and you couldn’t resist the pull to look at him this time. His face was open and curious, and you could see the hint of worry there too. “Hey. Talk to me.” 
You wanted to deflect and tell him that nothing was wrong, and that you were just having a clumsy episode, like you had said to your boss. You felt awful for ruining the lighthearted moment you had been having since coming into the house, and disrupting the overall peace you had felt since Friday night. But part of the reason you broke up the first time was because the two of you masked what you were feeling, and you were so determined to make it work this time. You had promised you would talk to each other. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You convinced yourself it wasn’t that big of a deal, anyway. 
“Paul ran into me,” you told him, trying to come off as unbothered as possible. He pushed himself off the counter, standing at full height. You could see the concern written all over his expression, now, along with a touch of anger. 
“He ran into you?” 
“Mhm,” you nodded, before releasing a long sigh in defeat. You wanted to be completely honest with him, even if it made you feel some sort of misplaced guilt for causing him stress. “He made a snarky comment this morning when he stopped by my desk. Read the note and made fun of my nickname. Said you seemed rude. Tried to imply that I deserved better. I told him it was none of his business. Then when I was leaving, he just…came out of nowhere and knocked into me. He grabbed onto me before I could catch my phone and the vase.” 
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the end, thinking of how, on top of everything, you were going to need to replace your screen protector. You had forgotten about that. 
“He grabbed you?” 
“To keep me from falling, apparently. I guess. I don’t know. He said he didn’t see me.” 
“Bug…” Bradley’s eyes were wide, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Truthfully, you couldn’t either. 
“I know,” you said softly. You suddenly needed to touch him, so you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around his middle. You could tell he was trying to find the words to say; you could practically see the wheels in his head turning while he rubbed your back. You were patient as you looked up at him. 
“This isn’t okay,” he finally settled on. 
“I know.” 
“I’m trying really hard not to be overprotective or overbearing. But from what happened on Friday and then everything you’ve told me about him… I don’t want to tell you what to do. I know that you can take care of yourself. But something needs to be done here, baby.” 
You sighed again, agreeing with him. “I’m going to apply for new jobs this week. And maybe I’ll email HR again tomorrow.” 
“Can you talk to them in person?” he asked. You knew it was his version of a compromise, because what he really wanted was to talk to them, or him, himself. But you nodded, saying that you would go tomorrow. 
“First thing,” he requested, tacking on a quiet ‘please’. 
“First thing,” you promised. 
Bradley let out a long, loud breath, and you hated that he was feeling this way. You could sense the frustration he had and you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t directed toward you, but rather, for you. It made your stomach flutter that he was doing his best to respect the independence he knew you were so proud of, even if the thought of him being overprotective of you was one you surprisingly didn’t mind one bit. You hugged him a little bit tighter, burying your face in his chest. 
You stood there for a minute, arms wrapped tightly around the other. When Bradley finally pulled away, he tilted your head back up to look at him. The anger he had been feeling has faded from his face, replaced with the soft, open look he usually gave you. His smile was gentle and he tucked some of your hair behind your ear. 
“I have an idea,” he said. 
“Oh yeah?” 
“I need to finish convincing you that I like you. So go get changed. I want to take you somewhere.” 
After stopping at your favorite hibachi place for a pick up order, the somewhere he referenced ended up being the beach. Bradley grinned at the surprised look on your face when he pulled a blanket and a bottle of your favorite red wine from the backseat. 
“Did you plan this?” 
His only answer was the wink he sent you before he opened the door and jogged around the front of the Bronco to open yours. He didn’t let go of your hand once you got out, fingers laced together as he led you onto the sand. You didn’t walk too far before he found a spot to spread out the blanket. You kicked your shoes off before you sat down; the smile on your face never faltered. 
You ate your takeout and drank the wine straight from the bottle, passing it back and forth between bites as you talked and laughed about different things. This section of beach was nearly deserted, only the stray person occasionally walking or jogging by. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a dog barking broke through the air, prompting Bradley to burst into laughter. 
Once your food was gone and the drink recorked, you laid back on the blanket. You were meant to be watching the sunset, you knew. But the ocean breeze ruffled the curls on Bradley’s head and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through them, looking at him instead. He was on his side beside you, head propped up with one hand while the other played with the hem of your shirt.
“So, are you convinced yet?” 
You giggled at his question and the way he wiggled his eyebrows. You hummed loudly in playful consideration as you pretended to think about it. “I think I need one more thing,” you decided.
“Name it.” 
You ran your index finger over the scars on his cheek before doing the same over his lips with your thumb. His breathing hitched at the notion, eyes darkening in time with the sky.  He looked almost ethereal staring down at you with the orange and purple hues in the background.
“Kiss me.” 
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You’re surprised when you walked into work on Tuesday to another bouquet on your desk. It’s identical to the one from the previous day and a smile tugged at your lips as you approached the work station. You were going to have to talk to Bradley about the flower budget he seemingly had set aside.
You set your stuff down and reached for the note, eager to see what sweet thing he had written this time. Your beach date last night had been nothing short of magical, and saying goodbye to him at your front door was even harder than it had been on Sunday. You were sure whatever he had to say would get your heart racing in anticipation of seeing him again, more than it already was. But your smile dropped and a sick feeling started growing in your stomach as you read the words and realized these weren’t from your boyfriend at all. 
You’re too pretty to ever be called a “bug”
You crumbled the note and snatched the vase up in your hands. You got more than a few curious looks as you made your way down the hall toward the kitchen. You froze for a second once you got there, seeing Paul at the coffee station with a mug in his hand. He spotted you instantly and you saw the way his gaze flickered down to the flowers you held. He stood up a little bit straighter and had the audacity to start smiling. 
Your nostrils flared and anger consumed your whole body, and you took the last few steps you needed. You made sure his eyes were locked back on yours, staring directly at you, when you dropped the arrangement into the trash can with enough force to shake the whole bin. You turned on your heel and fled the room without saying a word. 
It was only once you were back at your desk that you realized your hands were shaking and tears were stinging your eyes. 
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moronkombat · 5 months
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can we please get a hc on yandere johnny, kenshi and tomas when their partner loses feelings for them or when they become distant and starts talking to someone else?? i feel like johnny would go berSERK
decided to just to johnny for this one because it inspired me the most
here are some yandere Johnny headcanons about his partner trying to move on from him!
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Johnny is an obsessive lover and cannot fathom the idea of you not loving him
He's suffocating in his methods, takes up all of your time you have available
Constantly texting you and calling you. He's asks you where you are and what you're doing and to remember that you two have plans this evening
You phone will always have notifications from him that will slowly become more aggressive if you chose not to answer him
Of course, this begins to frighten you and you decide it's time to distance yourself from him
You refuse to answer his messages or take his calls which are constantly plaguing your phone
Blocking him number helps but only for a short time and you think finally he will leave you alone
He doesn't he'll continue to get phone after phone just so he can talk to you
Johnny threatens you but never overtly. It's always a covert or veiled threat that lingers over you. You try to ignore it
You block the numbers over and over again. He begins sending gifts to your home and you throw them all out
You try to live your life as normally as you can but his presence is always there in the shadows
You find some solace in your friends, one who you begin to grow close with and suddenly it seems that Johnny is trying to contact you
Finally, it's over and you begin to develop a bond with this new friend
Things are quiet for awhile and you begin a new relationship that is refreshing and overall sweet
You finally think things are beginning to level out but then you get a notification on your phone and it's from Johnny
He taunts you about your new friend and tells you how he thinks it's cute that you think you can move on from him
Johnny convinces himself your stunt is just to make him jealous and it's working well so he teasing you about that via texts and voicemails
It never escalated more than that. Johnny would just text you and you'd ignore them but things would not stay that way
You and your partner are on a really nice date. Just spending some time together outside on a casual walk
Everything seems to be going well, like they always do until you notice someone waiting on the path ahead of you
Your eyes widen and you stop in your tracks. There, across from you, is Johnny with arms crossed and a smile all too cocky
Your partner asks what's wrong but you can't speak and Johnny approaches you
He shakes his head, hands on his hips telling you how naughty you are and that while it's been fun playing this game, he's gotten bored of it
Your partner is confused and attempts to tell Johnny to back off to which Johnny just laughs and puts an arm around them
Johnny says how it's been fun watching them pretend to be your partner but they are no longer entertaining and so they can leave now
Of course your partner is offended and rebuffs him. Johnny laughs again and pats them on the back before promptly colliding his head into theirs
Sunglasses shatter, glass is embedded into their skin and they scream. Johnny laughs again, mocking how loud they are and how they broke his expensive glasses
Johnny begins to violently beat them, fists pummeling into their face again and again until there is nothing left and they stop moving
Johnny would brush himself off then and saunter over to you who stands there terrified
He takes you into a hug, the blood and bone of you partner now rubbing onto you
He tells you how you were really naughty with that little stunt but it's okay because Johnny got a good kick out of it
Now that your little game is over, you can go back to being with him! But this time he's gonna need to be much more strict with you so you don't start another game like this again
Locking you up in his mansion should do the trick! Yeah, he'll keep you nestled in there from now on
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adventuringblind · 6 months
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Drive With You Forever
Chapter 12.1: More group texts
Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri
Chapter summary: some more chaotic group texts for your enjoyment
Warnings: Sexual innuendo and utter chaos
Notes: My notes are screaming at me to stop
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Oscar the Unfazed
Y/N: Lando, I swear on your favorite McLaren hoodie that if you don't fix this right now, I will not hesitate to break your bones.
Maxy: care to share with the group?
Lan: I may have sent a few messages to Oscar from her phone 🫣
Charlie: and you did this why?
Lan: Because I want my girlfriend and my teammate to get along?
Y/N: Lies and slander
Y/N: it's fine now though
Y/N: he said thanks for the compliment
Lan: That's it?
Charlie: wdym that it? What did you say?!
Y/N: he called Oscar the 'epotime of male physique'
Maxy: lan...
Maxy: you out yourself in these situations and now I have to do something about it
Charlie: I have so many ideas after the stunt he pulled with Carlos yesterday
Lan: before I get my ass whooped can we all agree that Oscar is unfazed by everything???
We should start a band
Lan: So here me out
Lan: we should start a band
Maxy: I have no musical talent
Y/N: Charlie would be sore from carrying us
Oscar: I can play the kazoo
Charlie: I forgot he's here now
Charlie: genuinely panicked
Oscar: I feel so loved -_-
Charlie: What would we be called anyway?
Y/N: Charlie and the untalented
Lan: the music man plus friends
Maxy: Charles and the Ferrari strategist
Oscar: why that one?
Maxy: Because similar to them, we also would not be helping Charles in any way
Oscar's first post race celebration
Y/N: I feel like at this rate Max is going to get a complex
Y/N: And it's not fair. I don't even get to join in anymore :(
Charlie: But you like being told what to do? So Max winning is a good thing, no?
Lan: He makes a point
Lan: Last time I placed higher then them you cried
Maxy: We all cried because you tease for to long
Oscar: I've been informed I'm invited to whatever this is?
Charlie: 👀
Charlie: did Lando explain?
Oscar: Indeed, he did ;)
Maxy: whatever he told you is a lie
Maxy: he's not innocent
Oscar: as I've found
Y/N: 🫢
Charlie: oh please share, Chéri
Oscar: I think you underestimate me
Oscar: I may be the youngest, but I am certainly not fazed by Lando
Y/N: Did you actually manage to make him behave???
Y/N: Oscar has my respect
Lan: It's not what you think it is
Maxy: and here I thought those marks were from us
Maxy: Nice work Oscar
Y/N: Lan... there's three of them now
Lan: means triple the fun ;)
Oscar and Daniel
Oscar: I have a question
Lan: yes?
Oscar: Does Daniel know?
Charlie: unfortunately yes
Charlie: he lacks any kind of boundaries
Maxy: If he touches you, I'm obligated to throw punches
Oscar: Do I want to know what happened?
Y/N: Max and Charlie traumatized him
Maxy: well deserved mind you
Maxy: he ignored boundaries and hurt Land and Y/N
Oscar: ohhhhh
Oscar: Lando mentioned this once
Oscar: I remember it vividly because he didn't say all the details, but I got mildly protective
Lan: It was his quartet awakening
Lan: if we're not careful we're going to get the entire grid
Charlie: Absolutely not
Maxy: Daniel is a no
Y/N: good thing he's not on the grid then 👀
Y/N: For now at least
Maxy: WHAT DO YOU KNOW??
True Crime
Lan: I'm scared
Charlie: why? Did the cats get mad at you again?
Lan: No
Lan: Y/N and Oscar are watching a true crime documentary and it's scary
Maxy: we're living with a superhero
Maxy: I promised Charles we'd have dinner tonight
Maxy: well be home in a couple of hours so play nice until then
Y/N: Lan, in hindsight, this helps protect us if you think about it
Oscar: exactly because we'll know what to look for
Oscar: and how to hide a body
Someone is late
Maxy: the jet was supposed to take off ten minutes ago
Maxy: explain to me why Y/N and Charles are the only ones here
Lan: uh.... Oscar overslept
Lan: definitely no other reason
Y/N: you stayed in Oscar's room last night
Y/N: did you nit wake him up?
Lan: but he looks so peaceful
Os: I'm litterally awake
Os: don't pin this on me
Charlie: somone better explain
Maxy: at this point I don't care
Maxy: just get here or I'm leaving you two behind
Os: it's Landos fault
Os: Someone decided to try something ridiculous
Charlie: what else is new?
Maxy: estimated time then? Do you two need help?
Os: with help maybe 10 minutes. Without help then possible another hour
Y/N: I saw you two just now and Lando I don't understand how you managed to bend like that
Y/N: you're so lucky I lobe you
Maxy: next time please pull stupid stunts when we're home
I'm still learning
Y/N: when were you guys going to tell me that school lasts all day?
Y/N: I wish I could've gone to school
Os: I won't speak for everybody, but my school was good aside from the part where I wanted to do anything else
Lan: it's not as good as you might think
Charlie: Most of us didn't go to regular school or had to drop out
Maxy: Seb used to make me and Y/N do some sort of educational activity together
Maxy: So I'd say my school was great later on.
Os: Wait, did you not go to school Y/N?
Y/N: Did I not tell you guys?
Y/N: I didn't leave my property for 15 years
Max: she was really clueless
Charlie: Actually, how did you learn? Like to read and write and do math?
Y/N: As much as I hate him, my dad is incredibly smart
Maxy: no your dad is evil
Lan: try disturbed
Charlie: should be burned at the stake
Os: slowly cut up into tiny peices
Y/N: you guys are scaring me...
Sweatshirt roulette
Maxy: remember how we said we weren’t going to put Oscar in a compromising situation?
Charlie: Yes
Y/N: Yes
Lan: Yes
Os: Yes
Maxy: then why on earth have the lovely papaya duo swapped sweatshirts?
Lan:…………..
Os: in out defense our sweatshirts are practically the same
Y/N: aren’t you four in the driver briefing??
Charlie: Yes and Logan has been snickering behind them nonstop
Lan: I was wondering why it smelled different
Os: and you didn’t say anything?
Lan: Idk maybe you slept in it or something?
Maxy: Logan whispered something… tell me what it was -_-
Os: He started singing the Pokémon theme song
Os: Then he said I’ve been caught
Lewis & Seb
Lewis: Can you come get the kids? they are being chaotic again and its scaring me
Seb: Your an Adult
Seb: Just tell them to stop
Lewis: Max is chasing Daniel through the paddock
Lewis: Nvm
Lewis: He caught him and is dragging him off somewhere.
Seb: Not surprising
Lewis: that’s concerning…
Lewis: I swear they are like hormonal teenagers
Lewis: And your daughter is collecting drivers like Pokémon.
Seb: and you weren’t like that at their age?
Seb: I remember a few times where I caught you doing things
Lewis: I thought you said you’d never bring that up!
Seb: Yet here we are
Seb: complain about them again, and I won't hesitate to tell all five exactly what you were like
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ire-as-iris · 8 months
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What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]
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Pile 01
Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤
🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol
🔴 A farm or barn may be significant
🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)
🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go
🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha
🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)
🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD
Pile 02
(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)
Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉
Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉
🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)
🔴 Chill people
🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.
🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse
🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well
🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)
🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30
🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House
🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.
Pile 03
I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah
Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘
🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.
🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)
🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it
🔴 Funny people are reading this pile
🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs
🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude
🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House
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elsaellaelys · 9 months
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We can beat any shit together
summary: JJ finds scars on Y/N's thight and they don't look like an acidente.
pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!depressed reader
WARNINGS: Depression, anxiety, mensions of SH, kinda angst, but comforting.
800 words
a/n: I had to write about this. If you're going through something like that, look for help, someone you can trust, if you don't anybody call 211 or feel free to send a message. I wish somebody had told me this so I'll tell you. You are not alone.
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JJ knows Y/N for as long as he can remember himself. Sweet John B's neighboor, living just down the road, joing all the times Big John took them to go fishing. He really liked her, the way she never judge him, always so kind and gentle, than he decided to take the self obligation to protect she no matter what - she looked like such a cute china doll and he wouldn't let she break. The pogues made fun of his behavior. Gotta pick her up from work! Gotta drop her at work! Save this for Y/N! No pickles, Y/N doesn't like it. He had to repay all the love she gave him, the love she made he feel. She barely realised it though, walking around with JJ just in front clearing her way, making sure there was no thorns.
That's why the discovery stabbed him right in the chest.
They were all on the beach, had just left the water to lay in the sand. Y/N stretched out, not really caring about putting a towel under, dead tired from the surfing. JJ watched she lay like a star, he couldn't help but stare at her, of course he had seem her in a bikini thousands of times, lately it's being different, hips wider, waist defined, boobs hanging in her top and thights... looking like they're melting?
"What's this?" He lean over, running his finger over the strange blur, skin color staying in his fingertip. She recoiled from his touch trying to hide the marks that appeared, eyes starting to water.
"Y/N?!"
She squirmed, hating to have the attention of the entire group now.
"It's just a little bit of foundation" she replies.
"Why you're putting makeup on your thights?" Kiara asks, face looking scared of the answer. Y/N wiped her leg, deep dark scars full on display.
JJ fliched, they were so deep, almost screaming sadness and pain. A nott formed on his throat just thinking about how much it must have hurt, how grotesque it looked. He looked back to her face, not finding the strength she must have to do something so... I mean she wasn't just cutting, that was mutilating.
"Fuck" She cried, she ruined the moment, it was a nice day, it felt okay, especially after she putted the right green concealer, the scars almost fading under it. The thought of the washing water faded from her mind.
"Tell me it was an acident, please."
"Does it look like one?" Y/N replied.
She wished they had caved the enourmous hole JJ suggest cause now she could bury herself on it. Pope's face looked full of pity like Kiara, John B. was confused - she made it herself? - but JJ, he was hurted, and she lightly pinched her arm for causing it.
"I'm sorry. I wanna go home." the girl said, grabbing her stuff, heading to the Twinkie. JJ followed her, trying to take her bag to care it.
"Wait." he begged, not really reaching her steps.
"No! JJ! Stop! Leave me, I just wanna go home"
"Give me the bag. Let me help you"
"You can't help me!"
It was not about the bag. She stopped, she fell, holding her knees close to her chest, crying the heart out. Lucky no one was around. JJ lowered next, stroking her hair.
"It's okay" he whispered.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over.
"Hey, no, don't be. I am the one who should be sorry. Look at me." his hands reached her face to pull it up seeing her wet lashes. "Sorry I didn't realized before" he begged again, because the memories just hitted him. The way she was always complainnig about the fights her parents were having, but still refused to leave the house, how she was tired all the time, even though she just woke up. Too many alcohol, to many cigarettes, less hangouts, less calls, less partys, much thoughts, much silence.
He fastly wiped the tears down his face holping she didn't noticed, just hugged she tightly.
The pogues approxed and they were hugging she too, whispering sweet nothings. Sweet everythings.
John B. was the first to get up holding his hand out for her.
"Let's go home." he says. They all know where is home.
In the ride JJ made sure he held she close, hand on her pulse, time in time putting his nose between her hair, just to know she's there, safe, with him.
"Can I ask you..." he carefully began "Where is the thing... you used?"
"In my bag, the little left pocket."
JJ almost cried again, for knowing that she cared it around, like a thing she needed close. He found it, trew it out tge window.
"You're going to be fine." he reasured "I'm right here. We can beat any shit together."
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Things they have to search up because of Mc
Lucifer:
the only reason he searches anything up
is because the internet gave you stupid ideas again
he will also go the extra mile to search up the site get you banned for a while and then take all your devices away… again
also R.I.P if any of them are RAD students and gave you those ideas (whether it was an accident or not)
“MC! This is the second time you nearly burned down the House of Lamentation again”
“in my defence I was left unsupervised”
“YOUR ROOM NOW!”
yeah you´re on house arrest again
Mammon:
you told him about an urban legend that you know
and it seemed it spooked him so much that he immediately had to look it up
“Oi! Human I know you were just trying to scare me”
“what else did you think I was trying?”
“how dare you Mc?!”
he get´s insulted that you would just scare him like that
the funniest thing is that this isn´t even the first time you did this
it actually happens quiet often
simply because it´s really funny that Mammon get´s scared so easily
Leviathan:
“you´re trying to tell me there is even more Anime in the Human world then in the Devildom lol yeah sure Normie whatever you say”
“look it up yourself Levi”
he did and he is so envious of you
“why do you Normies have so much more anime!?”
this will get so funny watching him get mad over something like this
until he threatens to summon Lotan
“Levi no! it takes ages to clean up the House of Lamentation!”
“I don´t care, Lo-!”
“Lucifer! Levi wants to summon Lotan for nothing again!”
“Mc you snitch!”
yeah he´s getting hung from the ceiling
and you get treats for stopping him :)
Satan:
you told him about the many cat videos in the Human world internet
and now he spends all his time to get in the Human world internet
“Satan you have been sitting here for a day”
“I need cats!!!”
“telling you about this was a mistake”
yeah you pretty much had to beg Lucifer to allow both of you to get in to the Human world
if that doesn´t work you just have to sneak him out
or sneak a cats in the House of Lamentation
whatever would be easier
but if Satan doesn´t get his cats
who knows what could happen
Asmodeus:
you just told him about scam beauty products
better hope he isn´t using any because he will fight you on it actually working
and this will make him want to actually try it out
“Asmo I´m telling you that´s just snake oil”
“how dare you insult my snake oil”
“wait you´re actually using snake oil?”
“it´s more like snake blood from a specific type in the Devildom but still”
great now you have to search something up
and yeah that is a thing in the Devildom and has been proven to work
huh who would have thought
Beelzebub:
you just told him about interesting food facts
“oh yeah there are some candies that have bugs on them and there´s also a type of ant that´s supposed to taste really nice”
“Mc let´s go to the Human world”
“you do know we aren´t allowed to anymore”
remembers what they did last time “oh yeah I forgot”
great now you made him curious and hungry
he will actually see if he can order those candies or the ants
and now he will find even more weird Human food
and get´s even hungrier
great work Mc now he got so hungry he emptied the kitchen again :(
Belphegor:
I don´t think Belphie would do anything
you could just tell this dude about the most fucked up thing you know and he would just be to tired to process it
“I heard that someone got brutally dismembered by a hell bunny”
Belphie half asleep “that´s nice Mc”
and after he wakes up he just forgets everything
maybe he would look something up if you would tell him while he´s awake
but even then it´s usually stuff that´s supposed to help him fall asleep
Diavolo:
he pretty much looks everything up that you tell him about the Human world
sees a machine that they don´t have in the Devildom?
“Mcccc!? what is that!?”
yes instead of waiting he also just screams and hopes you can hear him
if not he either looks for you or sends you a bunch of messages
“Diavolo you do know I can´t tell you what you´re looking for if I don´t know what you mean, right?”
“oh I knew I forgot something”
after he sends you a picture you either explain what it is or just tell him the name
this can also happen multiple times a day
it´s quiet exhausting
Barbatos:
you tell him there´s a good chance rat and mice are hiding in the castle
he doesn´t believe you
“I mean it wouldn´t be so far fetched you did tell me the mice and rats down here are smarter they know you want to kill them they don´t want to die so they just hide or shortly leave”
“Mc this is a completely stupid thought”
he may say this is stupid but who got so scared they had to look it up?
It sure as hell wasn´t Mc
and Mc was right the rats and mice in hell are smart enough to do that
Barbatos now lives in constant fear
Solomon:
honestly I have no idea what Mc could say which would make Solomon go “yeah I´m curious let´s look that up”
if anything it will be the opposite
Solomon will just tell you some weird magic fact and you have to actually look it up to find out if he´s just fucking with you or telling the truth
“Mc did you know some magical plant species are just like massive venus fly traps which could easily devour a human?” “I don´t even know what you´re talking about Solomon” “:)” “don´t tell me you want to find one” “:)” “if you try to sacrifice me to some plant I will find a way to murder you”
Simeon:
the language from the “young kids” (which coming from him could be anything) or litrally any internet slang
he will just over hear you tell Levi he´s a Simp or anything else and he will just stand there going ????
let´s be honest Simeon would either need help from Solomon or Luke or he would just search it in a book
figuring out the computer is even worse for him
just don´t help him out
either explain to him the jokes
or just search it up for him
believe me you do not want to teach him how to work a computer
Luke:
it´s Fuck or any kind of swear word (especially if it´s another language)
Simeon is going to kill you
and Solomon will just laugh at the situation
R.I.P Mc if you´re lucky your Simps will save you (you aren´t lucky enough)
or you can hide long enough in the House of Lamentation until Simeon either gives up or maybe forgives you
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I’m so obsessed with your werewolf AU, it’s so good and I really enjoy your writing! This may be a weird request but how about a oneshot where Michael is finally caught and locked up again, but years after he breaks out again and returns to his s/o?
You can write it whenever you want, don’t feel rushed uvu have a really nice day! ❤️
That is an interesting one-shot request. I had to get a little break from the writing cause the last thing I need is a burnout halfway in the process. And another note, I'm not a huge fan of the other Halloween movies that has the whole Michael and Laurie siblings' plot point, so I'll try my best with this and try not to have a burnout.
And finally, Thanks Anon hope your day is going well.
===Return to me===
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18+ Minors DNI
He went off on his usual routine when you left for work that day. When you returned from work, he was still away. He left a note saying he'll be back around 4 in the morning, so you didn't have to wait for him to have supper cause he usually fills up on his hunts. The night started to get late, and you decided to get to bed. You think to yourself you'll wake up tomorrow with Michael cuddling up as usual with him sleeping and arms wrapped around your waist close to his chest. You drifted off, hopefully to see him in the morning.
You awaken around 7 am. Noticing the lack of Michael in your shared bed, he left a note, and he said he would be home around 4. Where was he? You got up and checked your phone, a message from your friends saying they finally caught The Beast. Your heart dropped in your chest. No, it can't be. It was by the time you turned on the TV as the morning news talked about the capture of Michael Myers, The Beast of Haddonfield. Footage from last night played seeing your man being held with rope and muzzle with him snarling, barking and whining before he was tranqed to load him up in the Armored Car.
Your heart broke. He was now gone, captured after you've been together for 3 years now. You couldn't help but cry. You thought you'll never seen him again. You remember the first time you met him, he was about it eat you but spared you and later coming to your back door with a flower in his blood covered hands. Remember the first time you saw his face, your first kiss, the many times you and him went out in the woods on his back, the first time having a night of passion, all the cuddling and him always saying about the day of having pups. But it will never happen, Michael was caught during his hunt. He'll probably be back in Smith's Grove. You cried through the whole day in your house, the place you and Michael lived in.
His stuff was still here from the past 3 years. His various clothing, hair brush, a squeaky toy you gotten him as a gag gift for him, but he fell in love with it, and all the Polaroid pictures you take of the both of you. "He's gone, taken away from me..." You said as tears stand your cheeks and eyes reddened. "I hope one day, he'll return back to me." You said as you placed his things in a boxes till the day he comes back home.
6 Years Later
You were walking home from a friend's place late in the night and was thinking to yourself as you watch the twilight sky. You opened your door to your house. You couldn't bear to move out from the house it had too many memories of Michael in it. Locking the door behind and putting your coat on the rack, you noticed something off. The back door was opened. "Someone broken in?..." You thought. "The Key under the rock! Shit!" You yelled in your thoughts. Arming yourself in case the robber was still here, you heard heavy footsteps from the upstairs. Their in the bedroom. Slowly moving up the stairs, trying your best to not alarm them.
The door was ajar when you got there. You'll catch them off guard and knock them out and call the police. Taking a deep breath you charged into your room to see no one. "Huh?" You said. Unaware, the figure behind wrapped one around your waist and one hand coving your screams. You struggled under the grip until you felt the familiar lips on your cheek and low growls. "Hello Y/n, you missed me?" The voice, was it?
The grip loosened for you to look at the figure. It was Michael.
"Mr. Wolf?" You said as tears started to form in your eyes. "Hi little lamb." He said, stroking your hair. You started to cry and hug him. It's been so long. "Thought I wouldn't see you ever again." You said in tears muffled by Michael's shirt. "I cried for so long when I heard you were caught 6 years ago. I thought you were dead." You looked at him with watery eyes. "I thought so too, but I'm here now. I managed to escape and hicked hike under a tarp on a truck." Michael replied, wipping the tears from your eyes. "I remember your scent. You never left here." Michael said. "I couldn't. I have too many memories, our time together." You replied with a teary smile. "I kept your things." You told him as you made your way to the closest.
Boxes marked "Michael's things" were taken out of your closet to show Michael. 3 boxes worth of it, one for his clothes and the others his favorite things. "You kept them all." Michael replied, seeing his old things before he was caught. He picked up his hair brush he really liked. "I would fall asleep with one of your shirts to remind me of you, holding me in your arms at night." You said as you guided his arms around you once more. "I never forgot about you." You said hugging him tight. "I found love with you." He said as he lifted your chin up and kissed you deeply.
Michael's passionate kisses never did change over the 6 years. Kissing the special spot in the crook of your neck. "I wanted to do this for so long after getting out." He said in his low growl and lifted you up and on to the shared bed.
The night was filled with passionate pleasure. You moaned from the amount of it. He rolled his hips into yours as he took his time. He was waiting to do this after being captured, kissing your lips and your body throughout. "Do you remember when I said that one day you'll bear my pups?" Michael asked with low grunts. "I do." You replied with gasps, you close to your orgasm as Michael started to pick up the pace. He was close behind. "Well." Michael said as he grunt with teeth sharpening, claws forming, and fur starting to sprout. "Do you still want to bear them?" He asked. You both were getting closer to your climax as Michael started to change into his Wolf forme. "I. I. I. I. I Do." You were on the edge till Michael folded you into the Mating Press as he huffed and puffed till you both orgasmed. You screamed Michael's name as he howled driving his Knott deep into you pussy.
Holding you as you came down from your high. You never felt so good in so long. He knows where to hit your sweet spot, feeling his breath on your sweat drenched body as he pants with his clawed hands, holding you in place to finish filling your womb with his hot seed. You kissed that wet nose of his, smiling at him. He changed back as he pulled out and laid right beside you, kissing your lips and rubbing his hand over your tummy. "Will it happen, you, me, and sounds of little paws on the floor?" You asked Michael as he kissed your forehead. "Someday, Y/N. Someday." Michael replied as he wrapped you up in the sheets over your body to get some sleep after the cool down. Placing your cheek on his chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling his rising and falling chest.
"Welcome Home, Michael." You said as you close your eyes for some sleep.
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rahleeyah · 1 year
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Yesterday was the anniversary of the accident that ultimately killed my mom. It's been four years, and it's not that the grief has lessened so much as it is that it has become familiar. It is so familiar it is no longer remarkable. It no longer has the same destructive power; I know it, now, and I am gentle with it, and it is gentle with me. I miss her, always. There are so many things I want to tell her, and every time I do the dishes I think of her, and wish for a moment that she was beside me again, that I could hear her laugh. But it is a tender wishing, not an angry one. I still get angry, sometimes - most often when I see people out driving, on their phones, distracted and making dangerous choices, and I want to scream at them, I want to tell them that someone just like them, someone arrogant and selfish enough to think they were above consequences, took my mother from me. Stole my father's wife. Took her life, her future, her dreams, bc he wanted to look at his phone. I do still get angry. I think I always will.
But I remember her always with love. I have never met anyone who loved as big as she did. She laughed hard and lived with joy, pursued the things she cared about and filled her life with love. She was my friend. That means so much to me to be able to say that, to know what a gift that is.
Yesterday I was searching my email for something, and I never delete anything, and I stumbled across a chain of emails we sent to each other a few days before the accident. We often emailed during the work day bc we both had office jobs, and we'd shoot messages back and forth instead of calling. She was filling me in on the gossip back home, and complaining about the lackluster Superbowl commercials, and asking about my nose ring, since I'd just gotten it pierced. There were a couple of emails back and forth between us that day, just talking. It didn't hurt, reading them. It was nice to see them, to read her words, to have a tangible piece of her and our relationship years later. To read it and hear her voice in my head, to remember her sense of humor. There are so many messages like that, and I'm grateful to have that still, to have her words, her encouragement, to carry her with me in my pocket everywhere I go. What a gift.
I miss her, always. I wish she could have met 🐝, I think she'd like her. I know she'd be happy I have someone; she always worried about me, a little bit, didn't want me to be on my own. She was proud of me and the life I'd built and she wasn't one of those mothers who insists that all their children have to get married and have babies, she just wanted me to be loved. She'd be excited about the house. I'd call her and we'd talk about all my plans. She'd want to come out and help with the move. She'd have all kinds of opinions about where to put the furniture and she'd be right about all of it. She was always right about everything.
It's a wistful sort of feeling, this year. Regret, maybe, for all the things she missed, all the things she didn't get to do, all the things I didn't get to share with her. But there is joy still, and love, and gratitude for all the things we did get to have.
Our Jewish friends say "may their memory be a blessing." I think that is such a beautiful perspective on loss, and so true in this case. Having known her, that was a blessing. These memories of her I carry, they are a blessing. She was a blessing, to everyone she met.
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chidoroki · 10 months
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182 Days of TPN - Day 45
Chapter 45: “The Rescue”
When I first received my copy of the art book, I remember being so amazed at the details of this chapter’s cover page that I previously never noticed before (and I revisit this chapter a lot), but this little section with the duo is so clever! How Ray is placed in the exact same position as the drawing right underneath him with the kid in the jar and also putting Emma in front of the demon’s mouth like that are such smart moves. And I obviously can’t read the whole message behind her legs, but I can sorta make out “wake up/in danger/unfortunate/suffer,” which all apply perfectly to both her & Ray’s current situation right now. Seriously though, buy the art book if you can. The illustrations are in such a lovely quality. Even looking at it now, I’m gonna take a guess and say the words near Ray’s back say something like “How are you feeling Ray?” (Also, if demons don’t have lips, then how the hell did that one GF demon whistle two chapters ago??)
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I must focus on other scenes in this chapter so much that I forgot Sonju actually uses smoke bombs. For the longest time I believed they were just an anime addition..oops.
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Yeaaah, they’re certainly not the smartest demons around. To be fair, they couldn’t see through all the smoke either.
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Now, I love that Ray’s mind never stops working even after getting snatched up by a completely strange and possibly dangerous “person” because it just suits him to be cautious, but typical anime doesn’t allow us to hear his thoughts.
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On the flip side however, I do enjoy how it shows how frightened Ray really is. This boy was just chased by several demons, barely survived by getting kidnapped basically and woke up completely alone, with no knowledge of the status or whereabouts of his family. Sure, he’s normally the calm and analytical one out of the trio, but even someone like him would have to be panicking at least a little bit after everything he just went through and I think the anime shows that (& his left eye pfft) really well.
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Yes I also gave praise towards the anime once before for remembering something so minor such as the bell Mujika left for Emma. And (knowing me) I’m sure I noticed this several times in the past, but it looks as if Ray’s checking her ear too, right? That’s sweet.. all the anime gave us was a couple taps on her shoulder.
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The amount of relief on my son’s mf face! AAAH! He’s so damn precious he makes me wanna cry. And I know I keep going back and forth between giving praise to both medias but I personally like the anime better for this wholesome expression.
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Can confirm that Mujika’s voice is very nice, both in sub & dub, though I love Ray’s comment about it and how he’s a bit wary. Dude knows first hand that being kind and having a sweet voice doesn’t necessarily mean that person is trustworthy.. I mean, have you seen his mother? (and I skipped a big moment, I know. I scream about it at the end). 
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Mixed feelings about him holding his arm out in front of her when Mujika approaches them. Emma is the one person who can certainly protect herself (also doesn’t necessarily need it because main character plot armor) but also aww, look at him being so serious about keeping his promise yet again.
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While we don’t get the scene of Mujika checking Emma’s ear or shaking her hand, we do get a shot a bit later showing that her hand is indeed still covered, so at least there’s some consistency there with keeping her demon appearance a secret just for a few moments longer.
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Of course he notices something’s off. He just calmed down after experiencing one of the harshest days of this life and now he’s about to freak out all over again.
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The level of confidence he has in his assumption despite all the fears the the truth is bringing out of him. Also, the way Sonju just looms silently in the back while those bugs shed tiny specks of light on him is so nice. This frame doesn’t do it justice but just go back and watch it. And I don’t listen to the s2 soundtrack nearly enough as I should (seriously, Obata is fantastic and I’m so glad we got him back for another season), but the start of “The Evil-Blooded Girl” playing during this scene is perfect.
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I still can’t believe this is where the first ep of season two ends.. literally SO MUCH happened these last 8 chapters and they decided to cram in all in less than 20 minutes?? Granted they managed to cut out quite a lot, but still! The first episode went way too quick, as if the OP sequence wasn’t enough of a red flag already about how much this season would possibly cover. Speaking of fast, my boy looks like he’s ready to run for his life again and no doubt about to drag Emma along with him.
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Favorite panel/moment:
THEIR DAMN HUG!!! Again, I read through unofficial translations the first time but even now I prefer the “You’re still alive.. I’m so glad you’re alive!” a little better? It ties back in with Emma’s original worries when Ray first offered to lead the demons away, but the official gets the same point across though. REGARDLESS, this panel is filled with so many feelings and it of course sends waves of emotion over me as well.
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And I know I shouldn’t bitch about how the anime handled it and should instead be glad they even included it at all since they decided to cut out so much of the entire story in general, but it just.. doesn’t hit as hard as I hoped? Naturally, their voice actresses did a lovely job as always, but I dunno.. the way the manga has it all framed just looks better to me? like Emma is desperately hanging onto him there and overcome with an immense sense of relief that Ray managed to escape those demons alive. And I’m not real fond of how they animated Ray returning the hug either, like who wraps one arm around someone and then the other?? It just feels so slow and awkward to me. I can easily excuse it like “oh it’s Ray, the boy who distanced himself from everyone else all his life, he doesn’t know how to hug properly,” ..but he also has Emma as a friend and I’m certain she gave hugs to literally everyone without warning all the time so he has to be used to them by now.
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ALSO! Can’t be entirely happy about because they left out THE HEAD PAT!!! How dare they.. it’s probably my favorite one too.
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My nitpicking aside, I’m truly happy we still got to see this embrace. It ain’t perfect, but it’s decent and most importantly, at least it’s there.
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canirove · 2 years
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Meu Amor | Chapter 10
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“Happy birthday!” everyone screams when I walk into the office.
“Oh my God!” I say, totally caught by surprise.
“Thought we wouldn’t remember?” Taylor says, coming to give me a hug.
“You? Never. Not that sure about the others.”
“Taylor has been sending us messages about it for a week” Charlie says, also giving me a hug. “It was impossible to forget about it.”
“Thank you, everyone.”
While we are eating the cake they got me, a messenger carrying a huge bouquet of flowers arrives.
“I think those are for you” Taylor says. And she is not wrong.
Happy birthday, meu amor. Wish I could be there with you
- 🐱
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After work I meet with some uni friends to have some drinks, and later with Taylor, Charlie and Rebeca to have dinner at our place.
“Oh, that must be your other present!” Taylor says when someone rings the bell.
“Other present?”
“Yes, we got you something else. Wait there” she says as she moves to answer the door. “Yep, that’s your present. Turn around.”
“What?” I say, confused.
“Just turn around” Rebecca says. “It has to be a surprise, you can’t see it coming through the door.”
“Fine” I say, doing as they are asking. “Do you know what it is?” I ask Charlie.
“My lips are sealed.”
A few seconds later, someone knocks on the door.
“Don’t you dare turn around!” Taylor warns me.
“I won’t, I promise.”
She opens the door, and I hear someone coming in. Whoever this person is, they are now standing right behind me, I can smell their perfume. The perfume. I’ve smelled that perfume before. But it can’t be.
“Rúben?” I say, turning around.
“Happy birthday, meu amor” he says, grabbing me by the waist and kissing me.
“What... What are you doing here? I thought you had training and couldn’t come” I say, our lips still very close.
“I had to train in the morning, and may have said a little lie about the afternoon session” he says with that smile, the Simone Biles one, and I can’t help but kiss him again.
“Ok, ok. You can keep doing that later when we are gone” Taylor says, reminding me that she, Rebecca and Charlie also are in the room. “Let’s eat, shall we? I’m sure Rúben is starving.”
“I actually am, yes.”
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“Are you sure you have to leave?” I say, holding to Rúben with one of my koala hugs.
“I’m afraid I have to. I already asked your friend Pep to allow me to come today. If I ask him to stay a little bit longer, I won’t play this weekend.”
“Fine, fine” I say, still hugging him.
“But you are coming to Manchester in just a few days, remember? I’ve already planned what we are going to do.”
“Should I pack something special?”
“We aren’t going out for dinner, the heels can stay here. But a nice dress would be welcomed.”
“Maybe that one you like so much?” I say with a smirk.
“Surprise me” he says, kissing me.
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“You are not allowed to go downstairs. I’m serious” Rúben says. I’m at his house, locked in his room while he finishes doing whatever he has planned. “Start getting ready, I’ll come back for you later.”
“Can’t I get like a sneak peek or something?”
“No” he says, closing the door.
“Great” I say, rolling my eyes.
I finish getting ready not long after he is gone. Since he said we are not going out, I haven’t bothered putting on any make-up. I’m wearing a new dress Rebecca helped me pick, no shoes, and I’ve decided to braid my hair to not bore myself to death while waiting. But despite all that, I still have time to kill, so I open his wardrobe and start checking his clothes. He has such a good style… Others could take notes.
“What are you doing?” he says, catching me by surprise.
“Shit!” I say. “I didn’t hear you coming in.”
“I can tell” he says with a smile.
“You have really nice clothes.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you need to get changed for whatever we are doing?”
“I do. Do you want to pick my outfit?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nah. You’ve proven you can do it yourself” I say, moving to sit on the bed.
“That’s a beautiful dress” he says, taking off his shirt.
“Thank you” I reply, my eyes fixed on his back and on the way his muscles are moving. Ugh, he is so hot. It’s not fair.
“Ok, I’m ready. But you need to put this on” he says, showing me an eye mask.
“Do you want to cover my eyes? Me? The clumsiest woman in planet earth according to you?”
“I’ll carry you downstairs, and then I will be guiding you. You won’t hit anything or fall, I promise.”
“Try not to ruin my hair” I say with a smirk.
“I’ll do my best” he says, mimicking my smile.
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“Ready?” Rúben says to my ear once we are downstairs, making me feel goosebumps all over my body.
“Ready” I say. When he takes off the eye mask, I can’t help but gasp. In front of me there is a table full of the most delicious looking food, decorated with candles, flowers… Anything you could dream of. “Rúben, this is… Wow. This is amazing.”
“I wanted something special. A romantic dinner, but also for you to try some of the best Portuguese cuisine.”
“It all smells so good. Thank you.”
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“Ok, I’m done. I can’t eat anything else” I say, putting my fork down.
“What about another dessert? It’s a very special one.”
“Nope. If I eat anything else, my belly is gonna explode.”
“Lucky you, I am still hungry” he says, getting up and walking towards me.
“Lucky me?”
“Come” he says, offering me his hand.
“Where are we going?” I say, taking it.
“To have that special dessert.”
“Are we going outside or something? Isn’t it cold?” I ask, confused.
“No, we are staying in” he says, letting my hand go and hugging me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. I can’t help but put my hands on his chest. His very hard and toned chest. “Like I told you, this is a very special dessert. It focuses on pleasure, and even though you can have it in many places, upstairs is the best one.”
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Is he insinuating what I think he is insinuating? Is he talking about… holy shit.
“So what do you say? Are you in the mood for it?”
“I’m very in the mood for it.” I’ve been in the mood for it for months.
The moment those words leave my mouth, Rúben takes me on his arms, carrying me upstairs to his room.
When we arrive, he puts me down, his hands all over me, his lips on mine. His moves are gentle and passionate at the same time, but he is not rushing it. When he starts kissing my neck, my dress slowly starting to fall to the floor, I hear him mutter something in Portuguese. I don’t know what it means, but God, it sounds so sexy. But nothing compares to the moment when he starts taking off his clothes.
“Staring is ok, but you are allowed to touch me” he chuckles.
“I… I think I’m gonna need a minute before I can do that.”
“I, on the other hand, can’t wait to feel you again” he says as he starts kissing me again, his hands on my butt, pulling me closer to him. And now I can’t help but touch him. His chest, his shoulders, his arms. How can this man be real?
Before I know it, my bra is on the floor, and on a swift move, he lifts me up and leaves me on the bed.
“Fuck” I whisper as he starts leaving kisses all over my chest, going down.
“Remember what I said downstairs” he says, now kissing my inner thigh.
“You are asking too much of my brain right now.”
That makes him laugh, and I feel it against my skin, making it another thing that must be added to the list of “things I didn’t know could turn me on before meeting Rúben Dias.”
“I said…” he says, his fingers moving to my knickers “that I was still hungry. And I still am very hungry” he says, slowly pulling them down.
And I don’t know what to do. It’s like my body has frozen, as if it has forgotten how to move. But only until I feel his mouth and his tongue on me, fire going everywhere as I start melting under his touch.
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"Meu amor?"
"Uhm?" I say, turning to look at him.
"Are you ok? You haven’t said anything since we finished. Did I hurt you or something?"
"What? No, no, no. You did the total opposite" I quickly say. "It's just... I'm trying to process that I just had the best sex of my life."
"Oh" Rúben laughs. "But this..." he says, hugging me and kissing me on the neck. "This is just the beginning."
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"What."
"Uh?"
"You are staring."
"I am, yes. And how could I not. You are topless and making me breakfast. Staring is the only thing I can do. Maybe take a photo too" I say, grabbing my phone. "Don't pose, act normal. I know that's hard because you love the camera, but..." That makes him laugh, and that's when I snap the photo. "Ugh, perfect."
"Am I getting a photoshoot while putting jam on a toast?"
"Yep" I say, snapping another photo.
"Yours with butter?" he asks.
"Please" I say. I take a few more photos while he moves around the kitchen, all of them looking magazine worth it. Not because I'm a talented photographer, but because of the model. 
"Here you have, my lady" he says, putting the plate with my toasts in front of me.
"Thank you very much, sir" I reply with a giggle.
We start eating in silence, and I can't stop looking at him. He is so... I don’t have words to describe him anymore. And because that wasn't enough, he is now licking some jam that has fallen to his finger, my mind going back to the things that mouth and that tongue did to me last night.
"You are staring again" he says, bringing me back to reality.
"You should be used to it by now."
"I should" he says with a laugh that doesn't help with my current state.
"Do you remember the girls I met when I went to watch you play for the first time?"
"I do. One of them still sends me dms with photos a bit... Spicy."
"Should I be jealous?" I say, arching a brow.
"I only have eyes for you since the day I met you. You should also know that by now" Rúben says, looking at me like only he knows.
"I should..." I say, blushing, not being able to hold his stare. "But I was thinking about something one of them said. That based on vibes, you looked like someone who could fuck you against a wall and then make you a cup of tea. And that's kind of what you are doing right now." Ugh, why did I just say all that? Idiot.
"I didn't fuck you last night. I made love to you. That is more accurate."
"How so?" I ask, daring to look him in the eyes again.
"To me they are different things. Making love to someone is something more... Personal. Intimate. You make sure the other person feels comfortable and safe, that they are enjoying themselves and feeling good. It's more gentle. Having sex is different. It's what you do when you both are horny and want to have a good time. And fucking is just physical. Rough. No feelings. If right now I bent you over the table or like you said, pinned you against the wall, not questions asked..." he smirks, his eyes focused on mine, making my body burn on the inside and the outside. "But we'll leave that for another day."
As I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, he moves to pick something from the fridge. When he turns back, I can't help but look at him from head to toe. Though I don't make it to the toes. Looks like I am not the only one turned on by our conversation.
"Are we having sex when we are done with breakfast?" I ask.
"We are" he says with that playful smile that makes everything inside me go crazy.
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henrioo · 28 days
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this isn’t a request or anything i just wanted to tell you, i love your stories so much. As someone’s who’s ftm your stories make me so happy and seen and i literally scream when i see you’ve posted because i love all of your stories 🫶
ARE YOU LISTENING THIS??? THIS IS ME CRYING A RIVER
THANKS YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THIS I NOT GONNA LIE IM REALLY INSECURE BECAUSE I ALWAYS PUT MY WORKS TO EXTERNAL VALIDATION SO WHEN I DONT RECEIVE THIS EXTERNAL VALIDATION I GET REALLY INSECURE THAT MY THINGS ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH AND THAT I SHOULD BE BETTER OR JUST STOP
AND THIS VALIDATION IS LIKES BECAUSE I DONT KNOW I PUT THIS THINGS RHAT IS MORE LIKES = BETTER QUALITY OR STUFF IDK IM DUMB
BUT EVERYTIME I RECEIVE SOME LOVE OF YOU GUYS I GET SO HAPPY BECAUSE IN THE END THIS IS WHAT I WANT YOU KNOE
ITS SO HARD FINDING CONTENT FOR MALE READERS AND EVEN FOR TRANS BECAUSE MOST OF THEM IS NOT SAFE BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE REALLY DONT MAKE ANY RESEARCH ABOUT TRANS PEOPLE BEFORE WRITING ABOUT THEM
AND THEN I BE LIKE I GONNA CHANGE THIS I GONNA MAKE CONTENT FOR MALE READERS SO EVERYONE CAN KNOW THEY ARE LOVED AND APPRECIATE BECAUSE GAY MIDIA IS BASICALLY INEXISTENT SO I KNOW A LOT OF GUYS FEEL BAD IN BEIGN GAY OR JUST BEING ATTRACTED TO MEN BECAUSE WE ALWAYS THINK WE NEVER GONNA FIND SOMEONE BECAUSE THERES NO REAL MIDIA ABOUT GAY COUPLES
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REALLY THANKS FOR THAT AND THANKS FOR EVERYONE THAT STILL HERE I KNOW IM KINDA DUMB FOR GIVING TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO NUMBERS AND I SWEAT IM TRYING TO STOP AND BE BETTWR
BUT REALLY IM NOT GIVING UP OF THIS PROJECT SO EASILY I KNOW SOMETIMES I MESSED UP AND I ALREADY HAD TWO HIATUS ON THIS BLOG BUT I PROMISSE I GONNA TRY MY BEST TO NOT STOP FOR TOO MUCH TIME BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS THAT I WANT TO WRITE AND SHARE
THANKS EVERYONE THAT IS HERE AND IS GIVING ME A LITTKE OF TIME JUST TO READ MY STORIES OR SAYINF SOMETHING NICE FOR ME I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS FOR REAL
I GONNA POST A LOT OF THINGS IN THE FUTURE, I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS, FOR PLATONIC, FOR NSFW, FOR ANGST, ROMANCE, FAMILY ALL GENDERS, FANTASY, LONG, SHORT I SWEAR I HAVE MORE THAN 100 IDEAS FOR STORIES AND IM NOT JOKING I HAVE PROVES THAT I HAVE MORE IDEAS THAN DAYS IN A YEAR OKAY MAYBE NOT THAT MANY BUT IS A LOT OKAY
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rags-writes · 10 months
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Hello everyone, I'm not sure if I will turn this into a mini-series or not. I know how I want it to end but I don't know if I want to fill the in-between part.
But in other news, I am looking for beta readers, so if you like my work and want to help me improve message me.
Drowning Change
   They always say your life flashes before your eyes when you are dying but that's not Regulus’ experience, oh no. What he experienced was a sense of regret or longing. For more time. More time with Sirius, more with Severus, Remus, and lily. Hell, even more time with Peter would be nice. But more than anything else he wanted more time with James. Just to see him one last time, to explain everything.
   How he was a spy and that is why he got the dark mark. That he loved James so much and never wanted to leave him, to betray him, but it was the only way he could think of to help save everyone. That in the end he was a hero.
   That’s all he wanted.
   He doesn’t fight the inferi as they drag him deeper into the water, his eyes are focus on the fleeting light. A shadow jumps in and the splashing disrupts his vision as it swims toward him. The silhouette is one he almost recognizes, his vision blurs as it grabs him and there is a struggle between the shadow of a person and the inferi. He was able to make out the person pulling out a wand and their mouth moving as a bright light appears and he swears he saw a stag for a moment.
   James!
   Regulus weakly kicks his legs trying to help James, who knew not fighting would make someone so weak, wrapping his arms tight around him. ‘Have you lost weight in the pass two years.’ He wanted to ask as they broke the water surface, but he was to busy gasping for air. His vision fading in and out as James pulls him out of the water, shouting. “You’re okay, I got you, you’re safe now.”
‘Of course, I’m safe, you’re here.” He wanted to say but all he manages to croak out was a weak. “James.”
Then the strange sensation over took him, like the world had changed in a moment. But before he could think anymore, darkness over took him.
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   He remembered strange dreams almost like he was floating in and out, the was screaming and yelling then quiet. Then more voices came and something cooling the burning in his throat followed by crying, no, weeping. A mantra was repeated over and over, again and again. “I’m so sorry.”
   He felt lips on his forehead, his cheek then chin, then they brushed his lip and he wanted to lean up to them but they pulled away. His body surged up in attempt to follow them but they were gone.
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   When he truly became aware of the world, he found himself in a soft bed, light streaming through a window onto a figure curled up on a chair beside the bed. He blinks his eyes as the figure moves and when his vision clears a voice calls out.
   “You really had to one up me, didn’t you little brother.”
   Regulus is stun and his throat is so dry he’s barely able to croak out a word. “What?”
   “I leave the family, but you just had to be better and betray the dark lord.” Sirius chuckles out, his voice is his normal cocky tone, but Regulus can see his eyes. Dark circles mixed with redness tell him the truth.
The truth!
Regulus sits up and tries to speak again but nothing comes out. Sirius laughs again, more genuinely this time, as he stands up and helps Regulus to where he was leaning on the head board.
“You know as much as I like you quiet for once, you need to drank this.” He grabs a bottle from the table and brings it to Regulus lips, helping him drink it. “It will help.”
   It does, as soon as he downs the last drop his throat feels less tight and he’s able to get out a few words. “James, where’s James?”
   Sirius scoff, “Wow, little brother, breaking my heart here. After I have been taking care of you. You immediately ask for someone else as soon as you can.”
   Guilt floods Regulus and he begins to wave his hand in protest as he says, weakly. “No, no, James was there. He..”
   A cough forces him to stop and Sirius jumps into action, rubbing his back. “I’m just kidding, we finally got him to take a break, his been at your side for nearly a week now.”
   Regulus finally stops coughing and continues. “He saved me, Siri.”
   Sirius rolls his eyes and Regulus brow furrows. “Well, we were all there.”
   “No, he pulled me out.”
   This time it was Sirius turn to furrows his brow as he says. “Reg, you were already out by the time we got there. It was Severus who found out what you were planning and came to us for help. We barely made it in time.”
   His brother’s voice cracks as he finished.
   “But who pulled me out?” Regulus asks, he tries his best to remember the face of the figure but nothing but a blurry image of James comes to mind. “I swear it was..”
   He trails off as the door slams open and someone shouts. “What the fuck, Sirius? Why didn’t you tell me he was awake!?”
   Regulus gasp as he looks at James Potter in the doorway, face twisted with anger as his brother answers his best friend. “he just fucking woke up you nitwit.”
   James eyes travel from Sirius to Regulus, the anger completely disappearing by the time they reach Regulus’. He closes the distance between them in three steps, nearly jumping into the bed and wraps his arms around Regulus.
   Tears come to Regulus eyes, nearly spilling over as he returns the embrace. He feels James’s shuddering breath against his ear as the man whispers to him, voice full of unspoken emotion. “You will never do something like that again.”
   Regulus begins to shake, his voice raw. “Okay.”
   James pulls back his hand cupping Regulus’ cheek, his thump wipes up a stray tear and goes to speak but a voice from the door interrupts him.
   “I’m not waiting anymore, Severus.”
   “Lily, we don’t want to overwhelm him.”
   The pair walks through the door, Lily heads straight to Regulus and throws her arms around him, her hand carding through his hair as she coos at him. More tear stream down his face, at the completely acceptance of Lily, her lips brushing his fore head whispering. “I’m glad your home.”
   Regulus chokes on a sob, a hands falls to his shoulder, looking up at Severus who smile down at him before asking. “Did you drink the potion?”
   Regulus goes to nod his head and wipe his tears away but Sirius pipes up for him. “I made sure he drank it Sniv- Severus.” He corrects himself as three pair of eyes glare at him. It’s just James, who doesn’t look away for Regulus though, just rubs his leg as Sirius continues. “Because I am a good big brother.”
   He says it like he is trying to convince himself more then the others and it pulls at Regulus’ heart. Leaning over causes James to grip his leg like he was afraid he’ll tumble over. Regulus pulls his brother into a hug. “You’re the best and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.”
   “Of course not, I’m fabulous.” Sirius scoffs but returns the hug, only tighter. They hold it for a minute before slowly letting go, Regulus leans back suddenly exhausted but he looks up at Severus and ask.
   “How did you find out my plan.”
   Severus’ hand come up and holds his chin as he answers. “It was the strangest thing, someone came, hooded so I couldn’t see them, and told me I had to save you.” He starts to pace the room. “Of course, I didn’t believe them at first but they said that I would then disappear right  before my eyes.”
Severus stop his pacing, back toward Regulus before turning around. “So naturally I was curious so I sneak into your room and almost killing myself over the mess in it.” Regulus duck his head in embarrassment but Severus continues without pause, pulling out a piece of paper. “That’s went I found this half written note.”
Regulus surges forward going to beg for him to not read the note when Severus just hands it to him, and he tucks under his leg. “Don’t worry I stopped reading once I figured out your plan, found the cave location was tricky but once Kreacher return his told home and then I went and got everyone.”
   Severus voice cut out, Regulus looks up and the normally stoic man has tears in his eyes. He reaches out and grabs his friend’s hand, clasping them together as the other man tight his grip, voice break as he says. “ I thought we were to late, you weren’t moving and…”
   Regulus nods, his heart aching. “I thought it was James who pulled me out but whoever it was I’m grateful to them, I wasn’t ready to…”
   He doesn’t finish the sentence but everyone nod, knowing what he meant. A yawn from him,  breaks the silent and everyone begin to stand, aside from James.
   “Well, you need to rest, okay?” Sirius states, leaning over and placing a kiss on top of Regulus’ head. He nods and slowly slide down to the pillow with James’ help as everyone leaves murmuring their goodbye and be back later. Once he is settled he looks over at James, expecting him to leave too but to his surprise he just sits in the chair.
   “Shouldn’t you be resting too?” Regulus asks.
“I am.” The reply was paired with James slip down on the chair, it truly looks uncomfortable.
   “I’ll be okay, I’m not going anywhere, James.” He tell Jim hoping it will encourage him to rest somewhere more comfortable.
   “I’m not going anywhere either, not missing you waking up again.” James state and Regulus knew that tone, there was no point in arguing with him. It just he looks so tried there’s bags under his eyes and even his normal caramel skin is dull.
   “Well I won’t be able to rest unless you get rest too.” Regulus signs out, moving to make room for the larger man in the bed. He hold up the blanket and motion him over. “Here.”
   James is quiet, the quietest Regulus has ever seen him, he could almost see the internal battle play out in the other mind. And for a moment he afraid that he cross a line but then James stand up. Slowly crawling into the bed and settling down facing him.
   The strangest thing, there was no awareness and was like the most natural thing for them to move closer to one another. Regulus burying himself in James chest and the other wraps his arms around him, finger s trailing up and down on his back.
  And that how sleep takes him, peacefully, wrapped with love but his dreams haunt him a vision of a boy pulling him from the water.
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   The next time he woke up it was to voices talking, he felt safe and warm, realizing he was still in James’ arms. He can feel the vibration of the man voice in chest with the beating of his heart. It almost lulls him but to sleep until he catches the words.
   “Have you told him yet?”
   “He barely recovered for the potion and almost drowning. It can wait.”
   He recognizes Lily’s voice and quickly puts together the fact that they were talking about him. Sitting up and asks. “Tell me what?”
   James and Lily’s eyes widen in shock, clearly not expecting Regulus to wake up, James immediately says. “Hey, how are you feeling? Do you need a drink?”
   Regulus takes a moment to look at James as he reaches for a cup on the nightstand, he looks better, the bags under his eyes are gone and his skin is back to its normal sun kiss glow. “No, well yeah but what do you need to tell me?”
   James sighs as he hands Regulus the cup, who down the content quickly. “Don’t worry about that right now, just focus on getting better.”
   Regulus just narrow his eyes at him before turning toward Lily, giving her a silent plea that break her.
   “James and I are having a baby.”
   It felt like lightning had struck him with those words, his body seizing up, frozen. He can hear James begin to argue with Lily but it’s like he is back in the water again. Not even sure if he was breathing, removing himself from James arms that had wrapped around him again as he was drinking, chuckling out. “Yeah, yeah that makes sense. Congratulations you two will be the best-”
   He doesn’t even finishes his sentence before a sob chokes him, instantly James and Lily get closer to him both say at the same time.
   “We not together, together.”
   Regulus looks at both of the them with confusion as he repeat them. “You’re not together, together?”
   “Yeah,” Lily says as James wraps his arm around Regulus again, who tries to put more distance between them and failing. “We both wanted a kid but the people we love wasn’t with so we decided to have one together and co-parent together but not in a relationship with one another.”
   Regulus nods still confuse, “Okay that’s good and all but why do I need to know this?”
   “Because I love you.”
   Regulus’ head snaps to James, he honestly thought he miss heard him, he had to have. There is no way James still love him, not after everything he said and done. A hand cups his cheek and he stares into golden brown eyes, his breath catches in his throat as the words are repeated. “I love you Regulus Arcturus Black, I have never stopped.”
   Regulus’ hand frantically pats the bed, searching for that piece of paper, when he finally grabs it he holds it out to James, who just look at him with a raise brow. “I’m sorry, I said I love you and you hand me a paper of a runaway note.”
   “Just read it, toi idiot.”
   James chuckles at the slip of his French but takes the note and unfolds it, his eyes scan the note. His hand tremble as it fell to the ground, he look at Regulus, tears streaming down his face.
   “James!” Regulus says, shock that the letter causes this reaction, he just couldn’t say everything he was feel. The best he could was a half-written note saying goodbye. He was about to confess when lips slammed into his. James is kissing him; he just melts into the man who drops the note to wrap his arm around him.
To James, Mon Soleil
            I will be dead if you ever find this but I wanted you to know, I never wanted to abandon you, not then nor now. I’ve loved you since my first day at Hogwarts, and I know you’ll never read this, but I feel compelled to write it down. I wish everything were otherwise; I wish I could rush to you and tell you everything I had planned. I wish I could kiss you again. There’s so much I want to say and do…
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incarnateirony · 1 year
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trying to think how i can both vent as a person but not say things i can't.
but i guess my real thoughts right now is, it's good to know The Real Ones are still around. The ones that understood how it worked behind the scenes all those years ago, before this place got cluttered with confusion and liars.
Like to know they're like, still there like, yeah. Oh, nice to see you're still moving stuff I thought you backed out like I did. Yeah 99.999999999% of this fandom has no idea how anything actually works or who has actual influence around here.
Sometimes it's easy to feel like aside from Dot I'm one of the oldest forces left in this fandom that has hooks in anything deeper than convention pools or low tier production clowns with throttled access, children putting together rumors from negative fields of understanding and then wondering why they can't track shit.
But then like, no they're out there, still just watching as quietly as ever, still glad I've been the lightning rod. I remember 2po even tried to steal that language in his many ways he put his whole half an undropped testicle into trying to pretend her could mimic me, because all he really had was that surface understanding and the intention to be a nuisance thinking he could copy any phrase any way he wanted.
Like no dude you weren't the lightning rod. You were never accomplishing anything for anyone, you were never a distraction for anyone important, or anything important, or even successfully. And the old eyes are still out there smdhing actively when he runs his mouth. Or the nearest ignorant entry level coffee runner getting themselves slapped on the wrist repeatedly and looking around confused wondering where it's coming from cuz it definitely couldn't be here even though it's only every time you piss me off, right?
Sigh. So yeah. Maybe it's just my turn to really settle back like the AMNOSG lens. The wars are won, the sandbox is ours, the messaging is ours, it's all ours, top to bottom, in and out its ours, and there's nothing left to Lightning Rod for, and I guess that's the weird part. I'm like Dean. Disengaging has been a learned art. I have literally had to force myself to accept, stupid and ignorant people exist and do not want to improve, and you can not educate someone who refuses to be educated, and there is no further need to fight to prove the truth as it has proven itself and everyone has the hope now that the liars tried to rip from them.
It's just. My turn to just settle into being the eyes. Or even at times the source of the fog. It's. It's an odd feeling. Like Dean I've been trying to dream of what comes next and that may involve toying with indie game dev again but that'd be another 3 years and a side thing. Guess we'll find out, because even trying to hand away my connecitons and contacts seems to just be pulling me in deeper, so I guess I might as well stop fighting and accept my place in this cursed universe, I'll dream of indie games from here while ignoring the morons screaming. Time to become the judgmental eye lmfao
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The Pharaoh's Curse And The Genie's Blessing (RAP)
Now Shhhhh!
Lurk And Be Quiet As I Sing You A Song!!!
Let's Begin By Taking A Moment To Pray
To God Above, Our God, That We May Be Given His Peace In These Troubled Times
We Must Pause And Let This Wonderful Message Wash Over Us As We Remember That
There Are Some Things Worse Than A Plague!!!
Like A Rapper With No Talent!!!
That Is Something A Bitch Shouldn't Even Think About!
Oh Yea I'm Bitter!!!
But Let's Not Focus On Me!!!
Let's Talk About The Pharaoh's Curse!!!
The Pharaoh's Curse Came Upon Egypt In The Year 1303
And Killed Almost All The People Who Ever Lived There!
Including Those With "Z" Names
Except For Those People With "Z" Names Who Were Dead Already!!!
Well Folks I Told Y'all It Was Bad!!!
I Didn't Say It Was Good!!!
As If The Pharaoh's Curse Wasn't Enough, Then There Was A New Scarcity That Turned Out To Be A Blessing!
A New Scarcity Of Oranges!!!
In The Year 1303
An Old Man Was Working On An Orange Tree
When He Sucked In His Breath At A Buzzing Sound
That Caused Him To Sneeze So Hard That The Whole Orange Tree Swung Right Over Him And Hit One Of The Peers In The Face!!!
It Turned Out To Be The Greatest Scarcity Ever!!!
The Man With The Best Sneeze Went On To Have A Long and Successful Career
He Started Out By Selling Oranges in New York
Then He Had The Idea To Make Jellies!!!
And So He Did!!!
I Want You To Try And Picture All This In Your Head
Please Pay Attention Now!
Here's How It Is Gonna Work!!!
A Few Minutes From Now We Will Turn Off The Light!!!
And Put Some Cotton Balls Over Our Mouths!!!
Before We Begin We're Gonna Read Out Loud
An Amazing Tale That Will Rock You Like Nothing Before!
The Story About The Pharaoh, Who Got Turned To Stone And The Genie Who Showed Him The Way Out Of It!!!
Let Us Pray Again To God Above To Bless Us And Keep Us Safe As We Remember That
There Are Some Things Worse Than A Plague!!!!
Like A Rapper With A Terrible Voice!!!
Ya Heard Me Right!!!
So Listen Up People, All Is Calm... Now Begin!!!
Here It Is!! The Pharaoh's Curse!!!
My Dear Brothers and Sisters, Listen Carefully
While I Sing You A Story, I Will Never Forget What I Saw
What I Saw During the Time I Was In The Underworld
There Once Was a Pharaoh Whose Name I Can't Even Say Out Loud
Who Died In The Year 1303 And Left His Empire to Go Down There With the Other Dead Bodies!!!
I Did Too!!!
But First I'll Tell You The Part Where I Went Down Under, Which Is Called Hell!!!!
My Journey To Hades Started On Christmas Eve Day, The Same Day My Dad Was Turned into a Spider.
I Went to Church But Not Because I Believe in God
But Because I Love Going to Church.
I Think It Would Be Wonderful If We All Went to Church!!!
Because It's Always Nice To Sit Down With Everyone
But Back To The Pharaoh...
When We Got There
I Saw Many, MANY Other People
Lined Up In A Giant Circle
That Had to Go on Without Their Friends And Family
All Because They Killed Someone
Who Had A Name That Had A Z in It!
To Be More Specific They Killed Them With "Z" Names!!!!!
This Is A Long Story
But Let Me Stop Here and Bring The Pharaoh Into the Story!!!
I Got In Line Behind a Group of Girls Named Stephanie, Alexus, and Azalea
They Were Very Loud Because They Weren't All That Intelligent.
One of the Girls Screamed, "It's OK To Get Angry With God!"
Another Said, "I Am SO Angry!!!!"
And Another One Said, "I Hate That My Parents Named Me 'Alexus'!!!!"
Then Another Girl Screamed, "But I Don't Know What To Call My Daughter When She Gets Older!!!!"
I Thought About Saying That to the Girl With "Z" Names but I Wasn't Ready Yet to Be Annoying So Instead
I Put on My Cute Eyeglasses
That My Dad Sent Me From Germany
That Shaped Like A Dragon With Golden Wings
And Everyone Thought I was so Cool and Cute
Because I Was Different From Everybody Else.
The Pharaoh Looked Very Strange Down Under
He Had The Cutest Smile and Blue Eyes
And A Face that Will Never Look Bad in Photos!
The Pharaoh Was Waiting In Line
Along With All The Other Dead Bodies
Until He Got to the Top
Where He Found A Dead Fish Eating Another Dead Fish
The Pharaoh Stopped Eating and said, "Excuse me... You are eating another dead fish?"
The Dead Fish Said, "No... I'm Eating a Living Fish."
The Pharaoh Said, "OK Then, You Can Have It"
So the Pharaoh Touched His Sword, And Swallowed The Living Fish
Then He Looked Around for Something He Could Eat
He Saw A Worm, Which was Also Very, Very Dead
But When The Pharaoh Touched it It Turned Into a Boy Who Said, "Hi! My Name Is Pete!"
Pete Was A Little Creepy Looking Because he Had No Eyebrows Or Nose Hair
Or Ears On Both Sides Of His Head
But That Didn't Stop Him From Being Friendly!!!
Pete Was A Good Boy!!!
And he Talked and talked about God For So Long...
The Pharaoh Thought The More Talking the Better
Because He Would Never Run Out of Things To Say!!!!
The Pharaoh Thought, "God Is Great"!!!
The Pharaoh Thought, "I Wish I Was God So I Can Keep Talking To People for Free."
The Pharaoh Thought, "God Is Good."
But after the Pharaoh Stopped Thinking and Said "I Want to Be God"
Another Worm Came Along
And When He Touched It
It Turned into A Girl Named Patrice.
Patrice Was Pretty Cool but the Pharaoh Wanted More!!
Patrice Talked for Hours
About The Bible
God's Son
And How There Is Only One True God
Who Created Everything in Existence!!!
But when Patrice Finished Talking
Another Worm Came And Turned Into a Boy Named Jason, Who Had His Parents' Name
Which Made It Really Weird!!!!
Jason Talked for Days and Days and Days and Days
And Eventually He Turned into God, The Creator of All Things!
God Told the Pharaoh that He was God and Had Seen The Pharaoh in Line
He Said, "You Will Rule over All the Dead Bodies."
The Pharaoh Did NOT Think This Was True!!!
But God Was God
And The Pharaoh Didn't Want To Upset Him!!!
So the Pharaoh Wore the Crown of a Ruler over His Head
And Started Chanting Names of Gods in a Long, Long, LONG Song
He Said Names Over and Over and Over and Over and Over...
The Pharaoh Singed...
"God is Great
God is Good
I Am Not God
I Will Eat God"
He Shouted it
Over And Over Again
Until His Voice Cracked!
He Couldn't Make the Voices Go Away So he Shouted The Last Thing he Could Think Of!!
"God Is Bad
I Am A Good Person
I Do Good Things for the Good of Others!!!"
He Turned To God, Who Was Standing Right There In Front Of him, and Took His Finger And Pressed God's Nose.
God's Nose Blew Water
And He Sprayed All Over The Pharaoh!!!!!!!
The Pharaoh Woke Up, Completely Wet
He Washed Himself with The Water from the Fountain
And Then Looked Outside to See Where The Rain Came From
But It Wasn't a Raindrop... It Was the Face of God Looking At the Pharaoh
In This Moment God Gave The Pharaoh a Gift:
A Magic Staff of Light
So That The Pharaoh Could Never Be Put On a Pedestal
Because All Good People Are Like Everybody Else!!!"
It Happens Every Year...
The Moon Rises Over A Different Place...
All the Pretty Flowers are Cut
Everybody Eats a Very Strange Fish, Including The Pharaoh...
The Pharaoh Wears a Crown over his Head
That Makes Him Never Feel Pain.
He Shouts out "I Am God!!"
Then God Punches the Pharaoh in the Face and makes him Swallow A Living Fish, That He's Actually Eating the Worm...
This is All a Dream...
All I See Is the Moon Over Egypt...
I Can See Everything Happening Here
Even though I'm Thousands of Miles Away from my Home Town
"Alleluia"!!!
God Save The Pharaoh!!!
(from my memory)
Thank You To My Fans For Your Patience Over These Last Few Months. I Know You Were All Waiting To Hear A New Song From Me. The Great News Is That My Song, "The Pharaoh's Curse And The Genie's Blessing", Finally Came Out This Week! (I know it took a little while, but that just shows you how special this song is!) You'll Be Amazed At How Powerful This Song Is!
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That's the Kind of Song This Is Folks! I Hope You're As Excited As I Am!!!
If Not I'm Sorry This Was The Song I Had To Bring To You!
That's All Folks!
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