#but um now... now its just completely quiet outside. there’s just. nothing

[kimsmuse]

Could u do a yandere x unfaithful reader

yandere boyfriend !!

(with a cheating reader)

this was really fun to write! hopefully you find it upto your expectations!! let me know if you want anything else, requests are open!

also, the guy i imagine is somewhat him. (he's so cute n precious >.<) but obviously its an oc and there's no compulsion!!

gender neutral!reader. 1.4k words. warnings for yandere behavior, binding the reader, gagging (it's not sexual), obsessive behaviour, stalking, implications of killing someone and manipulation. this is not real love !!!!!!

also additionally, i took inspiration from this prompt list by @/writeformesinpie, it's such a great list tbh !!

let’s say, that you have a boyfriend.

and let’s say that this boyfriend of yours is pretty nice - he isn’t like the golden guy, or oh-so-loved-by-everyone, but he’s nice enough, nobody really has anything bad to say about him and he loves you. he’s a little quiet and takes a while to mingle socially, or sometimes to even talk his feelings out with you but he’s been here for almost 2 years, a remarkable feat for you.

and it’s not that it is your concern how he behaves outside, or how your friends perceive him, but all that peace and quiet and soft love that you’d been looking for, you’d long since got bored of it. who wouldn’t get tired of eating the same dish over and over again?

so who can actually blame you if you did go tell him that you were out with your “friends” one night and instead went out alone to a bar? he never did like to go out so you figured he must be relieved that you aren’t nagging him to come with you today.

well, let’s just say, your boyfriend is really good at hiding.

hiding behind the walls, hiding inside alleys, whenever he’s at a threat of blowing his cover while following you.

it was suspicious to say the least, when you wore the perfume you’d wear when you both first started dating, and dressed in your most expensive clothing item, and never would anybody go see their friends like this ever, not that he’s trying to generalize, but. he just gets a fishy vibe, okoay? and this isn’t the first time he’s followed you, so he trusted that it was just his gut instinct, nothing bad would ever happen.

but he wanted to trace your steps anyway because something today seemed out of place, why hadn’t you taken a turn for your friend’s place, or the one that was straight down the street?

it was soon becoming clear that you intended to go in alone. and the yandere couldn’t stop shaking his head at what a foolish move it was, look at yourself, do you think you should go alone? god, he did not want to think of the things that could have happened to you, if he wasn’t there to protect you.

but, um, the yandere really should have thought about himself too, because as he attempted to blend in the crowd of the club you had gone into, he saw something which made his heart fall to his knees, you with someone else.

and it was not a friend, you were holding his hand, giving him that animated stare that you used to give him, and it was just way too evident, even in the way you smiled, the last straw was when you reached up to kiss him. all around him, people were moving out and about having a good time, or at least trying to, but here he was. his heart still as stone, he felt like the pieces of it would shatter all across the floor if he tried to move.

he couldn’t even do anything, so slowly, he tried to compose himself. thinking of things like, he should’ve let his gut feeling lose today and not have followed you out, and he should just go home now, he was pretty sure that even if you were out with that other person, you would definitely come back home to him.

but he doesn’t even know how to confront you without coming off as completely crazy and risk you leaving entirely.

he doesn’t even realize that it had began raining and he was dripping all over the house as he went home.

but he didn’t lose the consciousness of mopping it away, anything which threatened to take his darling away should not be neglected.

when he lays in bed that night, all sorts of negative thoughts make their home in his mind, and you even text him you'd be sleeping over at your friend's tonight! imagine the pain he's going through.

he had been nothing but nice, caring and loving towards you, maybe a little too lenient? he remembers all of the times he let you go out alone and sometimes he did not even follow you!

he was heartbroken to say the least, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you, upset, yes. but he could never be mad at you, he simply loved you too much.

all you know is that your hands are tightly bound, and there seems to be a sound coming from the tv, something resembling a 60s cartoon? your boyfriend has always loved those, claiming he can sleep better when they play in the background on the days that you aren’t with him.

when you try to call his name, you realize that you’re gagged as well, and no coherent sounds come out of your mouth, only muffled whimpering.

but what happened? did somebody break in while you were both sleeping? and if that was the case, where was your lover? what if he was badly hurt? the room was dark, but slowly you could spot the light from the television illuminating the sofa, and a pair of hands lying limp on the side.

you try to call his name, but it ends up in a whimper, was he alive? your voice grows louder slowly, and you even try thrashing around, at last, the figure on the sofa stirs a little.

he sits up and runs a hand through his hair and squints.

“oh, you’re up,”

your boyfriend.

he walks up to you and even though you can’t make much of the situation out, you retreat away from him. but there’s not much you can get, so when he crouches down to your level and loosens the gag, all you can do is ask him.

“why?”

he looks right into your eyes, and you know that he knows, there’s no time to think about how when you were so sure of covering your tracks, but only that now he knows.

“it hurts,” you whisper.

he just snickers and gets up.

“‘it hurts’? this hurts me more than it hurts you. and we both know why you’re there,”

“this is absurd though, okay, you know i’m cheating on you so just leave me.. or ask me to leave. this,” you point to the binds, “this is crazy.”

“you still don’t get it, do you?” he turns again, sighing, as if he’s being made to explain something so obvious. “i can’t leave you.” he strokes his thumb on your face, “and you can’t leave me,”

it was puzzling for you because in your mind, one of these days you were going to break up with him, and you were even finding ways to do it.

“and besides,” he walks up and turns on the light, on the wall, the clock shows the time, 3.34 am. "where would you even go? back to that man from the bar?"

you don’t even know how he knows about that but before you can say anything.

the man from the bar is dragged by your “lover” to your line of vision, and he’s beaten up bloody, something even if it sounds offensive, you could never imagine someone like your boyfriend beating that guy up, but apparently, he was even unconscious.

“why!” you try to pull away from the binds, but to no avail, only your scream and with them, hot tears down your eyes.

“i can’t control how i react when your eyes wander,” he shrugs, as if there isn’t a half dead man on his feet.

he hovers above the man, “he’s not dead..yet,”

you sniff and then shout again, “what the fuck do you want?”

“you, only you. and us from my dreams, a reality where you love me.”

“you behave this way and you expect me to love you? fuck no,”

“okay,” he brings up his leg and is about to step on the man’s face. “no, no, no, wait, okay i agree. just let him go,”

“sweet. i want you to love me just like that.”

you nod, tears still not taking their leave from your face.

“i’ll be yours,”

your boyfriend leaves the man before the first light of the day, but strangely despite his promise, we can’t see the man he drops off, breathing.. you were deceived.

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[highpri3stess]

GREED - Hajime Kokonoi

pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x male reader

request: Umm its my first time requesting but can u do jaelous!dom!kokonoi x male!reader smut and semipublic!sex ? English isnt my first language so sorry if i made any mistakes 💗 - @kokonois-h0e

summary: ran flirting with his boyfriend makes kokonoi realize that being greedy isn't such a bad thing after all.

warning(s): male anatomy, he/him, smut, consensual sex, dom! Koko, sub reader, established relationship, reader is smaller than Koko, fingering, jerking off, public sex, anal sex, creampie, spit as lube, reader is called good boy, slut, kokonoi is referred to as sir.

word count: 1.7k

rated 🔞

monica's note: i did it! my first male reader fic! i hope i did well. also to my fellow virgins reading this; um, do not use spit as lube. ever. it dries out. i hope you like it dillian! my masterlist and taglist are on my pinned.

 MAYBE letting Ran tease you wasn't such a good idea.

The aura around the V.I.P table you all sat on was rather uncomfortable, at least between you and your white haired boyfriend, who was glaring straight at Ran from across the table. You snake your hand to Kokonoi's ringed fingers underneath the table, giving it a light squeeze to reassure him that Ran's teasing meant nothing, but his expression remained ever passive agressive, his pink lips in a thin line.

"What's up with the face, Hajime? We're meant to be having fun." Ran is self-aware that he isn't Kokonoi's favourite person right now, but he's just willing to see how far is too far before his business partner gets pissed with him. "I'm sure your handsome boyfriend would agree with me-"

"(Name), we're done here." Kokonoi's voice is abrupt and you know better than to hesitate when your boyfriend is in one of his moods. "Let's go."

You get up, tucking your phone in your pants pocket before moving out of the table. "It was um, nice meeting you." You say cordially, watching as Ran's violet eyes linger on to you, a smile curling up his lips as you started to walk away.

"Nice meeting you too Mr. (Last name). Kokonoi is lucky to have you."

You smile at his comment, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kokonoi, fuelling his jealousy even further. After months of begging him, Kokonoi finally agreed to introduce you to the rest of his business partners. The threats on your life by some low class gangsters, as well as dangerous criminal organizations due to you being associated with Bonten. It didn't help that you grew up sheltered and you weren't well versed in streets smarts; having a rather innocent boyfriend compared to his rough growing up was sweet, but it was also disadvantageous.

This whole meeting was to introduce you to all the members of Bonten so that you could get acquainted to him, but Ran just had to flirt with you the entirety of it.

The cool air from outside the stuffy club did nothing to satiate his jealousy. Kokonoi is by no means insecure, but Ran's behaviour set him off completely. Even though he knew you were just trying to be polite, his mind decided to just play tricks on him, making him think you were falling for Ran's charms.

You're his boyfriend. Not Ran's.

Ran had no right to be that flirtatious with a taken man.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

Your voice is tiny, almost quiet that Kokonoi would have missed if you both weren't in the empty parking lot. The taller man whips his head in your direction, his dark eyes gazing at your smaller figure looking at him sheepishly.

"If it's about Ran, then I'm not …" you take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself from the confusing emotions going on inside you. "I didn't realize he was flirting with me. Don't be mad at me."

Kokonoi stays silent for a while and you swallow hard, wondering if that only ticked him off further. Slowly, your boyfriend begins to move towards you, cornering you into the wall until your nose touches his, his hot breath hitting your lips seductively. "You sure you didn't know Ran was flirting with you?" His voice is suddenly low and it sends shivers down your spine, your cock slightly twitching as he puts his knees between your legs, parting them slightly. "Cause it seemed like you were enjoying it."

Your heart thuds faster, your boyfriend's fingers caressing your cheeks as he presses his body closer to yours. "No, I would never." You whisper back, now letting your hands circle around his neck. "I only love you baby. Just you, only you." You groan as he presses his own clothed cock against your crotch, grinding his hips against yours gently. "I love you alone."

"And yet, you were enjoying the attention."

You're spun around with your back facing your boyfriend before you could retort his accusation and your boyfriend's lips attack the back of your ears, down to your exposed neck. You shiver as his teeth graze on it, kissing and sucking every spot. A choked moan escapes your lips the moment he starts palming your hardened cock through your slacks, eliciting mewls of "please more" from your lips.

"More, hmm?" He chuckles against your neck, teasing your cock. His teeth move to your ear lobes, grazing the top with his canines. "You don't even care that I'm about to fuck you in a parking lot. You're just a needy slut, aren't ya?

You nod affirmatively, not trusting your voice to say the right words as Kokonoi toys with your cock through your clothes. You don't care if anyone might see you at this point, horniess overshadowing your rational thoughts. "Need you, please" you whimper out, tears of sexual frustration pricking the corner of your eyes. "Please, touch me, please, please. Just want you."

"If you say so."

Kokonoi is swift to unbuckle your trousers, pulling down your trousers along with your boxers, exposing your cock and ass to the cool air outside, the sensation making you shiver in delight. Kokonoi does the same to his own pants, hanging it low enough to expose his hardened dick, pre leaking from the red tip slightly. A cracked sob escapes your lips as Kokonoi's long slender fingers make their way to your mouth, pushing it past your lips and you suck on it eagerly, your tongue swirling against his fingers.

"That's right, keep sucking like the needy whore you are." Kokonoi whispers, taking your cock in his palms and squeezing the tip tight, making you moan in delight, the vibrations resonating in Kokonoi's fingers. Kokonoi's hands are like magic, fingering your mouth and stroking your cock simultaneously, earning more moans from you, until you're a teary mess. "Yeah, can Ran make you feel like this?" His cock presses hard between your asscheeks, teasing your hole with his grinding briefly before pulling away. "Can that cheap flirt make you feel this way, huh?"

You hum out a muffled no, your head falling forwards from the pleasure. Your lover's hand slips out from your mouth and trails towards your puckered hole, circling around it. You can't contain your soft groans anymore, your palms gripping the wall tight as he jerks you off and his other finger slowly scissoring your anus open.

"Please… ah… Koko-"

"Shh, don't Koko me." His tone is low, his lips pressing kisses up and down your neck while he fingers your hole and strokes your cock, squeezing your sensitive tip before toying with the shaft. You cry out louder when his fingers start moving faster, working you open for him, Kokonoi's long tongue running down your exposed neck. "I only want to hear how much you want my cock or you won't cum for the next one week."

"But the … we're in…" your eyes widen the moment you feel Kokonoi slowing down his movements, almost ruining your high. You most definitely know you cannot last one week and Kokonoi would definitely make good of your threat. "No, no, no wait, I wanna cum on your cock, please don't leave me like this."

You feel him smile against your neck devilishly. "Good boy"

Everything else becomes a blur, Kokonoi replacing his long fingers with his spit lubed cock, pushing past your rim and slowly slamming deep into you. Your hands grip the dry walls tight, your back arching with each roll of your boyfriend's hips, fucking into you deep and fast whilst still jerking you off.

"Fuck, look at you clenching on my cock." Kokonoi chokes out, his hand circled around your waist to keep you in place while he grinds his hips into you. "You like riling me up, don't ya? Huh (name) -oh shit- acting like a real whore, letting Ran flirt with -fuck, fuck, fuck- with you-"

His sexy groans reverberate in your ears, making your dick twitch in his palm. "No… don't want anyone else but you Koko- ah - j-just you. Feels so good-" your breath gets knocked out of your lungs the moment the tip of his dick brushes against your prostate. "Ah yes- only you Koko-"

"Good you know-" Kokonoi shuts his eyes in pleasure, hips moving faster as the slap of skin on skin echoes through the park. "I own this pretty ass, do you hear me?"

"Yes- yes Koko- ow-" you yelp loudly as his hand slaps your ass hard.

"Wrong name"

"Yes sir! Yes sir!" You repeat louder now, your orgasm approaching as he jerks you off faster. "I belong to you. I'm yours- I'm… I'm…"

Your body seizes up, your dick twitching in Kokonoi's hold before spurts of cum spill onto the dry wall in front of you, some landing on your pants hanging off your knees. Your moans are loud, followed by heavy panting as you sag against the wall, trying to hold up yourself. You turn your head seductively to your boyfriend, your eyes soft. "Please cum in me."

The request is enough to send Kokonoi over the edge, his eyes rolling back as he fucks himself through his orgasm, spilling his load into your ass. A low whisper of "fuck, fuck-" emanates from his lips as he cums inside of you until he's spent, his body still trembling from the after shock as he leans his head into your clothed back.

You both catch your breath, your chests heaving as you try to recollect yourselves from the excitement of what you had just done. Your eyes briefly scan around the area, looking for anyone might have caught the two of you going at it in the parking lot. When you realize the coast is clear, your body relaxes completely and you turn your head to Kokonoi, who is still buried inside you with his head down.

"That was… fun." You say with a smile, catching your boyfriend's attention. "I like this side of you "

"When did I say I was done (name)?" Kokonoi breathes out, his cock slowly twitching to life as he pushes you further into the wall until your chest is flush with the rough support. "How many times did Ran call you handsome?"

"F-five."

"Good boy. That's four more rounds until you forget his name."

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[niceboyeds]

won't let you go (e.m.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: spending time with Eddie: talking about your days, futures, and enjoying each others company <3

contains: fluff, comfort, brief and non-descriptive mention of childhood trauma, clingy!eddie if you squint lol, please let me know if i missed something!

word count: 942

a/n: im just trying to fill the Eddie-shaped hole in my chest, i miss him a lot. not edited sorryyyy. 3rd time trying to post this because its not showing in the tags and i hate this site.

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“hey sweetness.” Eddie’s familiar lips press against the top of your head, giving you a quick kiss.

you’re sitting in your room, on a bench that allows you to look outside. it’s a rainy day and you love watching the weather from your window, but you seem to have lost track of time when you get startled by your boyfriend’s presence.

“hi there, pretty boy.” you smile, scooting away from the wall so he can sit with your body between his legs and your head on his chest.

his arms wrap you into a hug and it makes you giggle, still after over a year of dating you haven’t gotten used to how much he loves to show you affection.

“how was your day?” you ask him with a yawn, settling into his hold.

“long, but better now that I’m with you.” his face presses into the back of your head and you know he's smiling. “what about you? what did you do today?”

“I finished my book this morning, but I couldn’t go get a new one because I didn't really want to drive in the storm.”

“you should've called me. I would've stopped and gotten it for you, silly.”

“but then I’d have to wait even longer to see you.” you tilt your head up to face him and pucker your lips, signifying you want a kiss and he naturally grants your wish.

“god you’re so cute.” he smiles against your lips, pecking them one more time before you lean forward slightly.

“where are you going?” he whines, gripping you a little tighter to keep you close to him.

“I just have to pee, I’ll be right back!” you laugh, squirming out of his arms.

“how long?”

“like 3 minutes! promise.” he releases you and you scurry off to the bathroom.

“see, told ya I’d be fast.” you tell him, walking back into your room.

“3 minutes and 36 seconds.” he teases, trying his best to hold his frown but it’s no use and a smile peaks through his lips.

you sit back with him, laying on his chest once again and looking out the window. it’s days like this when you really take the time to appreciate how much you care for him. how much you love him. something so simple like watching the rain together brings you so much joy your heart could burst.

“what do you want to do after graduation?”

“I think I want to travel, not go back to school right away.” you answer honestly, seeing as you’re young and there’s no reason to rush into settling down.

“oh there’s no way I’m going back to school.”

“of course not, you’re gonna go on tour and become famous. gonna leave me in the dust.”

“nah, you’ll be my little roadie.” it’s quiet for minute as you picture the two of you traveling the world together. “do you want kids?”

that’s unexpected.

“um… I don't know yet.”

“what do you mean?”

“I don’t want to screw them up.” you pause for a beat, “I don't want them to go through what I had to.”

“you’re nothing like your parents.” he reassures you, “you are so caring and considerate. so loving. and their trauma… baby, their trauma wasn’t an excuse to hurt you.”

you know he’s right. you didn’t deserve anything you went through. even though they’ve tried to make amends with you, it’s still deeply engraved in your memories. you fought your whole life to become the complete opposite of your family. you’re still fighting.

“do you want kids?” you ask him, still not sure on your own answer.

“I want whatever you want.”

“I meant like… like if we didn’t end up together.”

“oh, no! you’re not allowed to leave me.” he squeezes you tighter, rocking you back and forth gently.

“you can’t predict the future though.”

“didn’t I tell you? I’m actually a psychic and know that you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

you giggle at his words. that’s the thing about Eddie. even when the conversation takes an emotional turn, he’s always there to ground you and let you know he’s there for you before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. it’s just one of the many reasons you love him.

you continue to lay into him, craving the closeness. you turn to look out the window again, the rain picking up which gives you an idea.

“can… can we do something crazy?”

“I love crazy.”

you grab his hand, dragging him out of your bedroom and through the house. you head right out the front door. you look back to see his face, hoping he wouldn’t look like it was a bad idea. the ear-to-ear cheesy grin he has is all it takes for you to let his hand go and start spinning in the rain.

you laugh as you jump in puddles, playing in the rain, and just feeling free. feeling young again. like this is what your childhood should’ve been filled with.

Eddie runs up behind you, capturing you into his arms as he picks you up and the two of you spin together in the rain. both of you completely soaked but neither of you caring that you could get sick from the wetness and cold wind.

a sudden crack of thunder startles the two of you, and you wrap your arms around him tightly so you don’t fall.

“not to worry, sweetheart. I gotcha. I won’t let you go.” he leans in to kiss you, a moment that made the world stop spinning. one that reminded you that he is your safe place.

he is your family.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff

[zoros-sake-bottles]

Having a girlfriend who spaces out (Ace,Sanji,Law)

So basically you space out for long periods of time especially when your stressed and tired or feeling mentally unwell

Your brain just stops and you block out everything around you

You begin to talk to yourself in your own thoughts or look into the darkness of them

You can see images and even hear sounds

For everyone on the outside it looks like your completely absent 

It definitely isn’t normal but no one knows why it happens

The first time it happened he was beyond worried like the way you stared directly passed him despite how many times he called out to you made him think you were either seriously upset with him or you were sick

In that case he panicked and ran to get Marco as quickly as possible and Marco too was concerned because according to Ace you had been like that for a whole 10 minutes

Trying not to alarm anyone else Marco asks Ace to go and get his Ophthalmoscope or for Ace the flashlight that makes your pupils grow

After two minutes he realizes that was a mistake because every medical tool looks almost the same to Ace especially now that he’s panicking

  So Marco goes after Ace hoping to stop the possible destruction of his office

Suddenly you snap out of it slightly groggy from your eyes being open for so long without blinking you could have sworn Ace was in front of you

You get up and go look for Ace only to find him going insane along with Marco in his office

They both stop to look at you before Ace drops whatever he was looking at to hug you

“Y/n ! You scared me!” he squeezes you tight

Though confused you gently rubbed his back and looked at Marco as if he could fill you in with his eyes

Ace pulls back and puts a hand to your face “Are you okay!?-Here sit down”

Before you can answer he picks you up and sets you on the cot in Marco’s office

He starts bombarding Marco with questions and they start talking on their own without you, that is until you butt your way in to the conversation-clearly distressed by the secrecy 

“You disassociated for a long time and it gave Ace quite a fright yoi” he explains

Your body relaxes before your eyes shut and you begin to rub your temples, you thank Marco and assure him your okay before asking him to give you and Ace a moment alone

You signal for Ace to take a seat next to you before taking his hands in yours and explaining to him that your zoning out is just a coping mechanism and that its not really something you have control over

“It only happens when your drained right? Maybe I could help you relax and re-charge-IF YOU WANTED ME TO- I’D TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU PREFERED DOING IT ON YOUR OWN-…”

Smiling you lean forward and kissed the boy on the cheek

“I-um…are you hungry? Thatch made some of your favorite cookies earlier, I’m sure he saved a bunch for you”

After this Ace most definitely makes sure you NEVER over do it

He makes sure you reserve time to yourself everyday!

PANIC ATTACK

PANICK ATTACK

PANIC ATTACK

THE WORLD IS ENDING 

I REPEAT

THE WORLD IS ENDINGGGGGGGGG

*cough cough*

Sanji has always been dramatic about every single injury you have ever gotten

A stub of your toe, a scratch from a twig or a paper cut is just enough for him to hunt down Chopper and make him give you a check up

Just let the injury be bigger than that and he physically won’t be able to bare the fact that he allowed you to get hurt

So just imagine how he would react if the threat was in your head and he couldn’t protect you from it, from yourself

You knew as soon as you started dating that telling him about your condition was the right move

While you were explaining it all your head lay in the crook of his neck and the both of your fingers intertwined 

When you finished it was quiet for awhile as he took it all in

“Is there really nothing I can do?”

You shake your head a little and he feels it

“You said stress is what triggers it right? Maybe I can prevent it a little if I eliminate some of the factors-”

You sympathetically smile at your boyfriend, he’s always jumping to take on your burdens and to fix your problems 

You tell him that he can’t keep your mind from going into overdrive all the time and this makes him frown

You squeeze his hand 

“but you know what you could do for me baby?”

“What?” he perks up a bit

“Take care of me when I come out of it, I’m always a bit confused and I don’t know how much time has passed-”

“Darling that’s a given, I don’t even know if I could leave your side when your in such a state” a puff of air came out from his nose

When it happens, now Sanji is either by your side holding your hand or just around the corner preparing you something light to eat

His main goal is to create a gentle space where your mind can slow down                  

He knows

He knew before you

Does he know what your illness is exactly? No

Is there medicine to treat it? No…well not unless you want to loose the ability to blink

As soon as he noticed your symptoms he started looking for a cure without even telling you

He worries but he hides behind knowledge and sarcasm

While your trying to do some work on the submarine your breathing becomes labored and you feel yourself begin to sway a bit- almost falling back, that is until he catches you

“If your tired sit down, its common sense”

You’d normally respond by mocking him, childish things piss him off real bad but you were beginning to disassociate

“Y/n ya?” 

You blink at him and try to shake your head to keep yourself grounded

Law uses his powers to bring you to your shared bedroom

He makes sure to lay you down gently on the bed and gets you something to drink (it contains electrolytes) 

Its a struggle but you manage to avoid spacing out and instead try to explain to Law (what he already knows)

“I’m aware, I am a doctor y/n” he attempts to be snarky but you can see his hands shaking a bit by his sides

“Law-”

He turns around “If its too much don’t do it please” 

“but I can’t just do small things, I want to contribute too, I don’t want everyone to see me as-”

“Who’s the captain of this ship y/n?” he intercedes

You go silent 

“If the others have a problem with it they can get the hell off of my ship”

You huff and sink down into the bed knowing that you wouldn’t be able to argue with him and that he had good intentions

“Actually I have a feeling your not going to listen” he clicks his tongue

“I’ll have to go notify everyone to keep an eye out-”

“Don’t” you sit up, but he’s already shambled himself out of the room

You can’t lift anything more than five pounds and everyone’s always helping you out with tasks

You know Law is somewhere not too far away smirking at the sight and it pisses you off

#fem!reader #ace x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

MC has ADHD (Part 2)

MC has ADHD, and medicated or not, there's no adderal in the Devildom, so they have to deal with it on their own. Sometimes that doesn't go over too well since the denizens of the Devildom have no clue how to handle you sometimes.

Diavolo

Diavolo is always happy when he sees you, even more so that you two have a bit of time to chat since his next meeting isn't for half an hour and your next class isn't for 15 minutes.

but as soon as he sees you he can sense your emotions are chaos and it upsets and confuses the prince.

is something wrong? are you ok? he asks, surprising you. Diavolo is quick to apologize for surprising you.

Diavolo only grows more concerned though when you wipe baby tears from your eyes and tell him you're fine, and he can very clearly tell its a straight up lie.

Diavolo completely disregards both of your schedules, deciding that even Barbatos can't yell at him for prioritizing his exchange student. so he drags you to his office and sits you down, asking you again what was wrong.

and you try to lie again, but as soon as he reminds you he can tell when you lie, you just break down and cry against him for a few minutes.

after a bit when you stopped crying, Diavolo's heart had broken already, and he lets you pull yourself together before asking if you can tell him yet.

yeah, yeah you can tell him. you just- its hard sometimes. it was just a rough day and-

you cut yourself off, as if you're trying to protect someone. it brushes him the wrong way, but Diavolo hides it. he just waits and you eventually sighs.

your history teacher had chewed you out for a few incorrect facts on an essay you'd turned in the day before and he just wouldn't listen when you said you'd done your best but the things he pointed out weren't common knowledge for you.

you'd been learning their entire history that they grow up with in a few months and it was a lot and your progress was impressive. even Lucifer and himself recognized that, Satan himself had said that your progress is incredible.

but your teacher did not care, you should have known those things and he even said why. the reasons, Diavolo hates to admit it are good reasons. but that's for someone who'd been in the Devildom for a longer period of time. and you have other things besides that one class to do so, is he is truly pissed.

but that's not the current priority, he can deal with that teacher later.

right now you are in his office telling him that the lecture had just been too much and you hit your limit.

You quiet curse yourself out, saying something about emotional regulation and adhd, the first is easy for him to figure out, the second confuses him. Regardless he stops you, hating you talk about yourself like that.

You end up having to explain you didn't mean it like that, and tell diavolo about adhd and what it is and how it can affect you.

One of those things being hyper sensitive to certain things. It's not a big deal, you're over reacting and you know it.

Diavolo entirely disagrees but gives you a pass from you next class and let's you sit in his office for a while telling him some more.

He needs to fix a few things so this doesn't happen again to you.

Barbatos

you haven't moved in probably an hour

hes not even sure if you've blinked

getting your attention to ask if you're alright, you snap back to reality quickly and smile.

you're fine, just kinda thinking.

about what, he asks, curious as to what could take your attention like that.

um, nothing really? several things. its a bit weird to explain.

Barbatos shrugs it off and gets back to work, but just watches as you space out and your eyes unfocus just like that.

10 minutes later he's coming back to ask you, a bit concerned.

you have to laugh a bit. you're just feeling a little bored so you're getting lost in your head. its generally called disassociation, it just kinda happens sometimes, inside or outside of your control.

ah, this must be related to the adhd you have that he keeps hearing about.

he's . . . a bit worried about you but it seems you are not worried about it.

he accepts your explanation and moves on. but he does take the time to learn about your adhd a bit more.

he's less concerned the next time he sees that look in your eyes, although he's not entirely pleased to see it happening during class.

Solomon

Solomon is the only one who figures out you have adhd without you having to spell it out, lol

thus the shady sorcerer starts drug dealing to you

aka, he offers to get you [insert your adhd medication here]

you almost accept without thinking before you ask what he wants in return because you fucking miss being able to function properly

he asks you to help him as his assistant sometimes

you tell him you'll tell lucifer on him

so now you say him for his services normally with like, actual grim.

and the occasional experiment that usually gets you two in trouble

he's probably adhd too, or maybe he's just that nuts. who knows who cares

you got your bullshit and a chaos partner

devildom look out if he starts withholding your shit everyone's gonna suffer for it

Simeon

he's visiting the house of lamentation for the day to watch you because the brothers are all gone and it's not quite safe for you to to be alone.

you're cleaning, which is fine, he's letting you be productive. but over the course of a few hours, he's- getting concerned. you started in your room and you took some dishes to the kitchen, where he them found you doing the dishes. lovely!

but then you took the dirty rags to the laundry and he found you not long after in there reorganizing the detergents and the like and you separate the nearly empty ones out.

you throw those out and collect the trash, but it only makes it to the front door because now you're in the coat closet and now he had to intervene.

you've started so many tasks and finished none fo them. would you like some help?

you blink at him, then your eye go wide.

"i was cleaning my room!" you burst, and he has to pause. did- did you forget?

kinda? you're task jumping without meaning to because as you do something, you realize something else needs to be done so your brain switches tracks and most of the time, you kind of forget the previous tasks, or how the jumping started.

how- does that even happen? are you ok? Simeon doesn't want to be rude, but he's confused and concerned.

naw, it's just your adhd, it happens. you just need to get back on track. thanks!

. . . wait what's that?

you chat as he helps you stay on track and also finds out what aitism is.

and that . . . sounds a lot like Micheal and Raphael

he might have to look into this more

Luke

Luke does not like studying in your room. it's messy and disorganized and he doesn't like it!

besides its dark

its not that hes scared of the dark! its just hard to see! thats all!

but he is confused because whenever they stop by your room you have to look all over for whatever it is but you never clean it!

just organize it!

but no, luke's dumbfounded when Leviathan pops in asking for some pencils and you reach into your closet and open a shoe box with a hat in it and pull out 2 pencils a pen and a plastic straw.

what the actual heck?!

you say of course you know where that was, you put it there like 3 months ago.

how do you know where that is but not your Devildom History textbook from 2 days ago?!

you sigh and explain your brain works very weird. hyper organized things like his room are not your forte. your try to reorganize sometimes but it always devolves into your personal brand of organized chaos.

Luke still doesn't get it and you're a bit annoyed and snap at him that you cant help it, its just how your brain works

now you both are kind of upset. you apologize for snapping at him and luke apologizes for-

you cut him off because he didn't do anything wrong. you sit him own and explain that your brain and body work different than a lot of people because of this thing you have called adhd.

he panics for a second thinking you're dying.

then he thinks its the demons fault.

once he lets you actually explain, luke thinks about it for a few minutes, then takes a look again around your room. like he's trying to see it differently.

then he asks if you have those bags next to the bookshelf for a reason

yes theyre some things you've collected for your bookshelf at home after your year here that you don't want to take out but it's at least in the right place

what's in your desk?

you explain the organization of each drawer to him.

why didn't you give levi a pencil from that?

he wanted a specific one i borrowed from him once that we both forgot about.

Luke doesn't mind coming over to your room as much after that, it comes in handy when he started remembering where you keep your things or where certain items end up being thrown.

Part 1

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #solomon obey me #obey me simeon #obey me luke #has it been five years? yes #did i just remember i had drafts i could finish? #. . . shush

[bwobgames]

Previous First

There's a knocking at the door

Beebo goes to open it

"Wait"

"Who's there?"

There's more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme

"Nevermind its just Simon"

"What"

"Shh"

"Rude. Get in"

Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn't see anyone else

"Ángel?"

"So?"

"I saw Dad in the house"

"What?! Where?!"

"Elaborate"

"I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him."

"He went to the corridor that leads to the patio"

"So I came here to tell the detectives"

"I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet"

"Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?"

"Um, I don't think so? He said he was gonna, uh... 'take care of him' and went down the stairs"

"What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won't die doesn't mean he can!"

"You two stay here, I'll go find him"

"I'll go too"

"Absolutely not"

"It will be a 3 versus 1, we'll be fine!"

"You are not going"

Beebo and Nadia say at the same time

"What the hell."

"Neither are you, Nadia"

"I have the right to get my father detained. You're depriving me of the small joys in life"

"What are you even going to do with him? The storm won't let you take him to the police"

"As awful as this might sound, that's currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel's alright"

"We are professionals. We can handle it.

You two are not. Stay"

He leaves

He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms

He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything

"Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there"

"Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I'm judging your taste in men"

"Ugh. Teenagers"

"I believe we had an agreement"

"I didn't sign anything,

and I don't really respect you as an authority figure"

"Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins"

"... My romantic life is none of your business, I'm taking you to your mother"

"Because I said he sucked?"

"Because there's a maniac running around god knows where and-!

Ugh, where's your brother."

"I told him to stay in the room"

"So he listens to her and not me?"

"Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?"

"It's a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor"

"Wha- you would fight your own dad?"

"There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He's an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon's feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don't even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It's offensive honestly.

He's a complete child who's playing with things out of his comprehension.

I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn't committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.

The thought of being anything like him sickens me.

Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling"

"... I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother"

"Hey, is that your guy?"

She points to the window

"That's him! Oh, thank god he's okay"

"How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.

Ugh, I'm asking for his phone number after this

Wait, phone!

I'll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!"

He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight

Something about that feels... familiar.

The lights turn off

That definitely feels familiar

He has a weird feeling in his chest

"...I think we need to check on Simon"

Nadia runs towards the stairs

Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well

#i had a vague idea on how to do this scene but wasnt really sure how to actually do it so #you got polled #anyways here's the results of that :) #detective beebo #thats all for today! things go down tomorrow!

[deldeldel90]

warning for grief, death, seclusion, angst, and derealization/dislocation (not sure if it fits, but I think it does, better be safe than sorry)

I need to stop coming up with aus that I'm probably never gonna get the chance to write but

- modern/non-royalty au where maria is the daughter of famous (really famous) film "director" (he usually just stands around and everybody else ends up doing the work) Jack. she's been hidden away from the public eye since she was born, homeschooled and , until she was twenty, lived with her siblings.

- everybody else seems to be going about their daily life, yknow, until... gwen dies.

- and it shatters everyone.

- their father is sobbing. Jamie's lost, staring blankly at the casket of his twin, crying quietly, his other half. Lorena's screaming, throwing up, babbling. Maria is.... silent.

- she stays silent, quiet. As if she's in a trance, as if she's seeing nothing, hearing nothing. In another world.

- (she wants to be in another world, a world where her sister is alive, where she's six and her sister is afraid of the thunderstorms and they're together, hugging, telling stories. she wants to be in that world.)

- at age twenty-one, the media slams her, the blonde ice queen, the heartless sister, the terrible, no good daughter who couldn't force a tear out her eye on her littlest sister's funeral.

- articles are written. Maria impulsively reads every one, not skimming for a moment. She hangs on every word, every rumor.

- she needs to know, if this is real or not. It doesn't feel so.

- over the course of five years, five years of what feels like everyone moving on, flourishing, Maria falls apart. She decomposes.

- she's a reculse who stays in all day, not going outside for even groceries. She lives in an apartment away from her family. She doesn't talk to them. At all.

- she's not completely alone, however, she's got her childhood pet cat Colonel Snuggles and her birds that wish her good morning everyday.

- and, you know, maybe if she pretends Gwen's alive enough, then it'll make everything ok. Maybe if she beings breakfast to an empty seat everymorning it'll be ok. Maybe if she talks to gwen a little more, it'll make her alive again.

- she hasn't visited her grave since the funeral. Hasn't seen the body, ever.

- is she really dead?

- (she is)

- Maria is perfectly content on living like this, sees no point in doing anything, being anything. she's fine with this.

- sometimes, she writes songs. About birds and dreams and faraway places. Places Gwen would go onto when she's gone (well. she's already gone but-)

- one day, however, Colonel Snuggles yowls with on his might, and suddenly, when Maria opens her door, shaking, trembling, she's met with her new neighbor.

- his name is Beckett. A single father who's the member of every parent group there is. Hes reliable and honest and a tad brutal when she catches him off-guard.

- after a few weeks of knowing him, of accidently sharing things, he frowns. Saddens. And, pulls her into a hug.

- Beckett, gentle as ever, he invites her to.. therapy. Group therapy.

- Maria goes.... because... um... well.

- (gwen would want this, wouldn't she? And, Maria... Shes missed the sunshine on her skin. She missed talking to people. She missed-)

- she goes.

- its an odd group of people: the mother of one of the sons she was supposed to marry, Mrs Isolde, a nurse named Asa, a girl named Renée, a loudmouthed gardener who seemed to only be here for the free gluten-free muffins than anything else (Saffron, his dumb name, and Maria found him quite annoying...), and a twitchy nineteen year old named Monika (who Saffron supported at every opportunity). Between both Maria and Beckett's entrance, it was seven people in a circle.

- and they were all looking at her.

- oh, no.

- Maria used to love her siblings' attention on her as she sang her heart out, childish concerts where gazes were glued to her perfermance... now, as a freshly twenty-six with no prospects over than living the rest of her days on a hefty trust fund, it doesn't feel so good.

- Maria stammered,

- cursed under her breath,

- and she shook her head wildly. "Um.. can I get a moment?" She asked timidly.

- "no," the supposed leader, Saffron, says, deadpan. "If you don't answer now, I'm afraid to say you're kick-"

- "Saffron!" A woman cuts in. The real leader. "Sorry 'bout him. You give him five minutes of being in charge and suddenly..."

- saffron pouts, sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms.

- She shakes her head, laughing, before offering a kind smile to Maria. "You don't have to introduce yourself right now, if you're not ready."

- Maria looks at her, a warm feeling bubbling in her stomach uncomfortably. It sorta feels like just before she's about to throw up. "Thank you."

- a couple of minutes of chatter passes by before the woman (Prez, her nametag says) gets to the point.

- "I think the first exercise of today is saying the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about guilt."

- Mrs Isolde closes off even more. Monika shifts in her seat. Asa's eyebrows furrow in thought.

- "I murdered my fiance." is not what she expected to hear, especially not from Prez.

- that gets a startled laugh out of Maria. Then, suddenly, everyone's eyes are on her.

- (it reminds her of the media. It reminds her of Gwen's last stare as she asks which colleges Maria will go to. It reminds her of Mrs Isolde from so long ago. It reminds her of people watching and looking and judging. Maria can't stand it.)

- (she wants to hide again.)

- "Oh, um."

- her turn, it's her turn. She can think of a million things when she thinks about guilt. She didn't (doesn't) talk to Gwen enough. She hasn't kept in contact with her family. She doesn't deserve to. She can't finish her songs. She forgot to buy bird food when getting her groceries delivered. She accidently stepped on Colonel Snuggles' tail two days back.

- she can't say anything of that because its too pathetic and too personal and she can't get any of it off her tongue but everybody keeps looking at her and-

- "I haven't washed my hair in two weeks."

- silence.

- utter. Silence.

- "really?" A murmur from Saffron, his long dyed-green hair swishing as he shakes his head. "How the hell does it look so shiny then..."

- "good conditioner," Maria answers instantly, forgetting her worries for the moment. "Its from Switzerland."

<3

#cursed princess club #cpc au

[squishablesunbeam]

The Palette Pt. 28: Out on the Town

Prev. Next

TW: dehumanization, collar, leash, whumpee as an object, stressed out caretaker

Mark had been busy all morning working on cleaning up the last of the burnt out debris from the garage. He was filthy and exhausted and ready to eat a damn horse come lunch time.

He headed inside and noticed a little pile of Jesse's things on the side table that usually held his keys while he pulled off his boots. He smiled softy, setting his boots neatly next to the door.

It had taken him weeks to convince Jesse that it was okay to set his things down wherever if he was just going to go back outside again. Jesse had been meticulous about putting everything back in its place but Mark had a feeling that was the result of the training more than his actual true nature. He wanted Jesse to feel as free to be himself as possible so he encouraged him to let things lie where they landed every now and again.

Now, weeks later, warmth would spread through Mark's heart every single time he saw evidence of Jesse living in their home, actually allowing himself to take up space. A scarf draped over the couch, his shoes tumbled over in the entry way, and so many random rocks, everywhere. He'd pick them up from out in the garden or in the back woods and come back with pockets full that would end up in little piles all over the house.

It was the most precious thing Mark has ever had to put up with in his life.

He wasn't exactly organized himself. He liked to have things in their place or he'd forget where they were all together but it was practical more than anything. He'd never thought of his house as homey or welcoming, but now, Jesse filled their home with warmth. And rocks. He wouldn't change it for the world.

There, sitting on the table, was a little Jesse pile. A handful of rocks and a scarf, a pair of gloves turned completely inside out and something the made Mark pause.

He walked over to the table and carefully picked up what looked like a little bracelet made out of flowers. It was so delicately woven together, with stems of dandelions and thick blades of grass and little white flowers evenly spaced around the entire thing.

"Hey Jesse!" He called out through the house, not sure exactly where he had run off to.

He heard his quick, soft footsteps followed by about three of the dogs, if he had to guess.

Jesse came down the hall, dragging his fingers alone the wall and smiling happily.

"Yes Mark?"

He lifted the little woven bracelet in his palm.

"Did you make this?"

Mark watched the slightest bit of worry flash across his face.

"Oh, um, yes? Is that okay? It only used the bit of flowers you'd said it could pull out of the garden and a little bit of grass."

"No, no it's more than okay! You can use any of the flowers you like, I'm just really impressed. This is very pretty, Jesse."

All hesitation drained off Jesse's entire body and was immediately replaced by joyous energy.

He practically skipped over to Mark, reaching out for the little ring of flowers.

"Really? Thank you! It's a crown," he explained before reaching down and grabbing up the cat that was winding between his legs, "It was for Lyra. See?"

He picked her up and placed the little woven ring on top of her head, making her little ears twitch.

The look she gave them both was borderline murderous.

"It doesn't think she likes it very much though. She wont wear it for long," Jesse pouted slightly.

Mark laughed and gave Lyra a little scratch under her chin.

"It doesn't look like it does it. But I think it's beautiful."

Jesse plucked the little crown off her head and set Lyra down. He smiled up at Mark, fiddling with the flower crown between his fingers.

"It's nothing really. Just a simple thing."

Mark ducked his head to catch Jesse's eyes.

"It's perfect, and I have an idea, "Jesse's eyes flicked up, filled with curiosity, "You okay to wait here for a bit while I run into town? I'll only be about an hour or so."

"Can it come?"

Jesse's voice was so quiet, like he was afraid to actually voice the question. It broke Mark's heart that he was still so scared to ask for what he wanted. This time though, he wasn't sure it was such a good idea.

"Um, I don't know about that Jesse. I haven't been able to get you forged papers yet and if we get stopped without a collar. Jesse, we can't risk that."

Jesse tilted his head and brushed two fingers over his throat.

'It can wear a collar," he said, as if that was obvious, "It's been trained to be in public. It knows how to behave."

Mark sighed and grabbed Jesse's shoulders, leaning forward to touch their foreheads together.

"I don't want to treat you like a pet, Jesse."

Mark could see the slight twitch of Jesse's lips as he whispers, "It is a pet. Objects weren't trained as much as other pets but it knows how. It can do this."

Mark pulled back.

"I don't have a collar for you. It's illegal for you not to wear one in public."

Jesse brightened, "We'll make one!"

He ran out the front door before Mark could even process what he'd said. Mark ran a hand down his face and followed.

Mark came around the side of their new makeshift garage, following the sound of Jesse rummaging through boxes.

"Here!"

Jesse announced triumphantly.

He was holding up one of Mark's old, worn belts from a box he had been planning on dropping off for donation. The sight made Mark shudder.

"I'm not putting a belt around your neck, Jesse."

Jesse frowned, looking down at the black leather, "It's the same thing as a collar. Just longer. We could maybe cut it? Please?"

Mark pushed out a breath through pursed lips.

"Oh fuck."

--

Jesse had said that it was far too loose but Mark couldn't bear to cinch it up any tighter. The worn, black leather was soft at least, from years of use. It had been one of Mark's favorite belts and he had worn it every day on his motorcycle trip across the country. He'd never felt so free. Cutting it down, punching new holes in the ends to make it into a symbol of ownership, of servitude, it felt almost sacrilegious. A tarnishing of its memory.

Jesse though, he was happy as a clam.

He had hopped right into the front seat and snapped in the seatbelt, holding onto the strap tightly with both hands.

Mark climbed in, eyes landing squarely on the leather resting against Jesse's collarbone, claiming him as Mark's pet. The damn belt looked exactly like a collar. Jesse had even insisted on adding a small square of metal that stated who he belonged to with Mark's phone number in case he got lost. It made Mark want to vomit but adding it to the collar made that little worry line between Jesse's eyes disappear. So he guessed it was worth it.

Mark snapped his own seat belt in place and started off down the driveway.

They drove for a while in silence, Jesse leaning his head back, basking in the sun and wind that poured in from the open window with Mark constantly flicking his eyes over to make sure that he was okay.

They never left the house. Obviously. Mitchell stops by once a week with groceries and random items they may need. Mark hadn't intended on having that go on for so long but, well, he just still wasn't ready to leave Jesse home alone in the house. Not yet.

Mark's stomach twisted with anxiety.

He could barely stand the silence of his own thoughts anymore and flicked on the radio, letting music flow through the car. Jesse didn't even open his eyes but he smiled.

Half an hour later, they pulled up to the shop. Jesse seemed completely at ease if it wasn't for the white knuckle grip he had on his seat belt.

Mark put the truck in park and turned to look at him.

"How are you feeling? We don't have to go in."

Jesse peered out at the window display of the little shop.

"Where are we?"

Mark smiled, "It seems like you enjoy working with your hands and with the colder weather coming soon, you wont be able to be in the garden as much. So I thought, maybe, if you'd like, you could try to learn how to knit."

Jesse whipped his head around to look at Mark, a thrill of something that looked like excitement flashed across his face.

"Me? You want it to knit? It doesn't know how Mark. It wasn't trained."

"That's okay. I don't how either. We can learn together. But only if you want to. I figured you could pick out a few of your favorite colors and maybe knit yourself another scarf?"

"Really?"

Jesse was glowing. His smile was wide and bright and creased the corners of his eyes just a little bit.

Mark laughed and slapped him on the knee.

"Yeah! Come on, let's see what they have."

He reached over and unclasped the seat belt, watching as Jesse finally released his grip and wiped the sweat off his palms. Jesse opened his door and hoped out.

Mark came around the front of the truck and took a breath.

"Okay. I know I'm technically in charge here but I need to follow your lead a little bit. I've never done this before."

Jesse cocked his head at him.

"What do I do as, um, as your...," he trailed off, gesturing to Jesse's collar. Mark still couldn't call himself master or owner or any of those ridiculous terms. He had to pull this off though. They certainly didn't want any attention drawn to them by treating Jesse like the human he actually is.

Jesse smiled and put his hands on Mark's shoulders, turning him around so he was facing the store. He leaned forward and whispered.

"It will stand here," Jesse moved to stand just behind Mark and to the right, "I will follow you. If you stop to talk to anyone, it will kneel by your side. It wont speak unless you ask it a question."

Jesse's fingers brushed down Mark's sleeve and he gripped the tips of Mark's fingers briefly.

"It knows how to be a pet. Don't worry."

Mark dropped his head and turned to look at Jesse.

"You are Jesse."

He gave Mark a soft smile and nudged him around again.

Mark huffed out a sigh and started forward.

--

"What a cutie!"

They'd made it inside and had a handful of yarn already in their basket without any fuss. Until now.

Jesse smoothly dropped to his knees next to Mark. One minute he was right there, quietly trying to decide between two shades of orange, and the next, he was on the floor.

Mark felt a wave of fear and nausea rush over his entire body.

Just fake it.

Jesse will be fine.

"What's this sweetie's name?" The woman cooed, reaching her hand out to touch Jesse's head.

Jesse closed his eyes but leaned forward slightly, offering himself to whatever she wanted. Mark on the other hand wasn't quite so calm.

His hand snapped out and grabbed the woman's wrist before he could stop to think twice about the action.

Her stunned eyes shot up to meet his and he dropped her hand like he just touched a venomous snake.

"I apologize. I'm, um, a little possessive."

He caught the small smile cross Jesse's face and took a calming breath.

"His name is Jesse. Thank you. Yes, he's very sweet."

The woman seemed to take her time measuring up Mark. She leaned back slightly, taking him in, before grinning back at him.

"That's understandable. A sweet thing like this," she leaned down into Jesse's space to try and look at his face but didn't try to touch him again, "everyone would just want to eat it up!"

She sucked air in from between her teeth.

"Look at me boy."

Jesse's eyes shot up, his gaze landed just beneath her eyes, as he was trained.

"Good boy. Very well trained. And what beautiful green eyes."

She straightened back up and couldn't help but flinch back slightly at the glare that had settled over Mark's feature.

She tisked.

"You should get him one of the color coded leashes if you're so greedy about your little pet. The black one, I'd think."

She turned on her heels and walked towards the checkout counter.

Mark immediately reached down to help Jesse back up to his feet.

"Are you okay?"

He brushed the hair from Jesse's face, searching his eyes.

"It is okay. I promise. She didn't even touch me."

Jesse's eyes flashed around quickly before he leaned forward and tapped his head to Mark's chest and stood up straight again.

"I promise."

He nodded at Mark, until he saw him finally take a full breath.

Mark nodded back.

"I didn't like that one bit."

Jesse smiled and risked holding just Mark's fingertips. He leaned against him gently before reaching out and grabbing the burnt orange yarn.

"It likes this one, with the blue."

Mark sighed heavily and tried to focus.

"Okay, yeah, that'll be really pretty. I like it. Now we'll just grab some of those stick things and we'll head home."

Mark fully gripped Jesse's hand in his and didn't let go until they were safely back in the truck.

--

Later that night, Mark sipped at his tea trying to come to terms with the fact that putting a collar on Jesse and subjecting him to that awful woman was actually worth it.

Seeing him now though, with his perfectly lined up yarn and very intently trying to follow the YouTube video Mark had put up on the TV of "a beginners guide to knitting", well, that just might be.

Jesse huffed out a frustrated breath and fumbled with the little metal sticks as he tried to rewind this portion of the video for the third time.

"They go so fast!"

Mark tried to smother his laughter. He'd given up ages ago.

"Stop laughing at me!"

Jesse blushed deeply and grinned, pushing play again.

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#the palette #jesse and mark #dehumanization #whumpee as on object #collars #leash #recovering whumpee #whump #pet whump #bbu

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Reiji Dark [10]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts outside of Eden

Yui: ( What should I do now that Reiji-san has left...? )

Ruki: ...Follow me.

Yui: Eh? 

Ruki: I’m sure you’re tired after the journey here, right? While I can’t offer you much, you should try and relax for a bit.

Yui: Thank you. I suppose I’ll take you up on your offer and come inside. 

ー The scene shifts to the big hall in Eden

Ruki: Here’s some tea. It’ll help you relax.

Yui: Thanks. 

Kou: Ahー! M-neko-chan! Long time no see!

Yui: Eh? Kou-kun? 

Azusa: ...Yuma and I are here too. 

Yuma: Yo. Ya look good. 

Yui: Yeah. No big changes for you guys either? 

Kou: I mean, we ourselves won’t change. Although our living space and environment has been altered quite a bit~

Yuma: I can’t grow any veggies on this barren land...So if I’m honest, I’m bored out of my mind. 

Azusa: However, on the flip side...We now have a lot more tasks to fulfill such as patrolling around Eden. 

Yui: ( Speaking of which... )

Um... Why did you guys decide to come here? 

Azusa: Eh...?

Yui: I just thought it was a little unexpected...Considering Reiji-san is the current owner of this castle. 

Ruki: ...I believe you might be getting the wrong idea.

Yui: Eh? 

Ruki: We came here to protect our own hometown. ...That’s all. 

Kou: Even though that man is no longer around, a lot of memories still remain so we talked it over and came to the mutual decision to move here. 

But technically, Eden is currently in the hands of Reiji-kun, right?

We realized that we probably shouldn’t just let ourselves in without asking, so first we got permission and now we’re here.

Yui: I see...

Yuma: Yeah. So ya better not assume that we’re goin’ to take orders from that guy left and right. 

Yui: Right...

( This place is important to the Mukami family. Yet, it’s completely in ruins. )

( And the current situation is related to Reiji-san’s powers... )

Um...I’m sorry. 

( While it might not be me who has to apologize...I just can’t keep quiet either. )

Ruki: You have nothing to be sorry about. Besides, we would not care even if Sakamaki Reiji were to bow his head to us. 

Honestly, if he has the time to do that, we’d much rather he uses it instead to focus on learning to control his powers sooner rather than later. 

...I wonder why he was chosen as the successor? While it is not up to us to comment on his decision, we cannot agree with it. 

Yuma: I mean, he barely even shows his face here. ...No idea what he’s been up to instead tho. 

He’s just been messin’ ‘round instead of actually facin’ reality...This is more than just an issue of trust.

Yui: ( No way... )

Selection

→ Keep quiet (❦)

Yui: ( There’s so much I want to say but...I doubt it’ll do much good. )

( As much as it hurts, I’ll keep quiet instead. )

→ Reiji-san is working hard 

Yui: But Reiji-san is working hard. As of late, he’s been going from one place to another in hopes of finding the culprit behind the Demon huntーー

Ruki: However, he has barely made any progress because he has trouble wielding his powers, right? 

Yui: Well...

Ruki: Heh. ...In that case, he should realize that he needs to look for the issue within himself and fix that first, before running around like a headless chicken. 

Such a shallow man. I strongly believe that the reason why he struggles to control his powers...lies within himself. 

Yui: ( I don’t think he has to be so harsh...I guess talking about this had the opposite effect. )

Azusa: However, if Reiji-san learns to control his powers...Eden will go back to normal, right?

Ruki: Yes. 

Azusa: Hey, Eve. ...This place will definitely return to its original state, right?

Yui: ...Yeah, I’m sure. 

( Exactly. We can’t say for sure that it’ll continue to break down. )

( He might have found a useful clue already...I’m sure it’ll be fine. )

I’ll go check up on Reiji-san, okay?

ー The scene shifts to the pharmaceutical department

Yui: Reiji-san...?

Reiji: ...

Yui: ( He’s asleep. He must have been exhausted to doze off while leaning against one of the bookshelves like that. )

( Reiji-san is trying his very best. Yet nobody acknowledges his efforts...That’s just too painful. )

Reiji: ...Uu.

Yui: ( He seems to be in pain...I suppose I’ll loosen his collar a little. )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( I hope that for now at least, he can forget everything and find some peace. )

( All I can do is stay by his side like this but...I really hope it’ll help him feel a bit better. )

Monologue

Seated next to Reiji-san as he sleeps with a tired expression on his face,

I too close my eyes.

I wonder how he felt,

reading those books all by himself in this room.

When I try to imagine those feelings,

I can feel my heart ache painfully (胸が締め付けられる).

I do not know whether or not,

I can ever fully comprehend his solitude. 

However, at the very least,

I want to make him feel this warmth (ぬくもり) forever. 

That is what I once again decided. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lereijidark10

[whonsper]

@watercolorfreckles thanks for the prompts these are so good

please dear GOD someone hold me to these i at least wanna form an idea around each one pertaining to broken eggs. and if you wanna know more about broken eggs, you should totally send me an ask or dm me or check out [this post]

side note i really need to make a broken eggs master post but i keep forgetting :3 if anyone would be interested in that lemme know pls pls

ignore that this is posted on october second no the FUCK it isnt (listen i struggled so much with this one for some reason cut me some slack, its still the first in my brain, i havent gone to sleep yet. its not even 1am)

DAY 1: Whispers

(hey thats just like my name lol)

anything written is subject to change

Flippa, you're growing up in a world that hates you. It wants you dead, it wants you hurt, it wants to completely rob your childhood from you. And I hate that I'm so powerless to do a single fucking thing about it. I'm just as stuck as you are. I don't have any idea what to do, how to escape, how to keep you safe. god you aren't even able to be a kid.

Mariana came over today, he was here to pick you up, it was his week with you. I made sure you were all packed, of course, like a good dad. Definitely didn't forget to grab your favorite shirt or anything to stall you leaving, nothing like that.

Um, Mariana got here and he seemed a bit... strange. You know, walked in the door and shut it really quick, and just stayed there a second, ear almost pressed up against the door. You were so excited, you're always excited to see him, obviously you screamed out of happiness and tried to run up to him. But he shushed you. Like, hand over your mouth, he looked so serious too. I hope you weren't too scared. I hate that you have to be so scared.

Everything was quiet, I didn't hear anything outside. I tried asking what was up, but I got shushed too. Definitely kinda weird, I wouldn't ask questions though. I just grabbed you, pulling you away from the door; I didn't know what Mariana heard or if he was just playing some sick joke.

I started talking to you in a whisper, you know, letting you know everything was fine. And by god I would never lie to you, Flippa, because everything was fine. I promised then and I'll promise now. Everything's fine.

It was really cute, though, when you started talking back in a whisper, almost mimicking me. You're a little shit, you know that? It must've been from Mariana's side of the family, that bastard.

You were laughing though, so you weren't scared, and that's what matters. Mariana even joined in, the two of you were ganging up on me! You're both bastards! I can't believe the amount of betrayal from you both!

Right as you were laughing louder, Mariana stepped away from the door for a second, it didn't feel so dark for a split second. And we all heard a zombie's cry. It sounded so close, I swear I nearly shit myself. But we had to quiet your laughter, and what a moment of symbolism it was. Felt like I was in a goddamn story.

I hugged you close, you looked so scared, it happened so quick. But you were safe, and that's what matters. Mariana stayed by the door, ever the hero unlike me, sword drawn at the first sign of danger. You wanted to join him, but he held you back, pushing you towards the center of the floor, where I was sitting. He came to sit with us a minute later, sword dropping to the ground, arms wrapped around us, his family.

God we really can't have nice things, can we? I hope that, wherever you are, you're free to laugh as loud as you want.

#qsmp fanfic #broken eggs #another example of whonsper completely unable to write a happy story to save their life #writober2023 #watercolorfreckles im sorry im using these for fanfic please dont be too mad i love the prompts #im so so unsure about this one. im still very unsure about how i wanna be writing broken eggs but hey this is good practice #whonspers inktober

[theofficersacademy]

                              Sirius   Randal   Kurthnaga   Lyon                          Leo   Forsyth   Cecilia   Deirdre  Sylvain                             Valter   Maria   Chrom   Ares   Micaiah

TEAM TAG: #KEruins2023 BASE CAMP PROGRESS: 60%

WEEK TWO: The calm before

Your skirmish with the Aukes leads to a tentative victory, though it is not won without loss. Fallen comrades are carried ‘home’ in your arms, but they are mourned preemptively - for as soon as they are lain to rest, their eyes blink awake, and they look right as rain, as though nothing had happened to them at all.

Hm.

Well... Can’t complain, right? They could be dead dead after all.

Anyroad, following your fight at the abandoned warehouse, the ruins have fallen oddly quiet, aside from the odd hum and click of passing sentries. Perhaps you’ve driven away the other scavengers, or maybe they were simply passing phantoms in the ever shifting landscape comprising the dreams you’ve so willfully invaded. One way or another, you’re alone now...

Well, with the exception of one brazen can thief and your chipper friend the Mechanic who’s seen fit to show his face again, that is.

Food consumed: 35 cans.

Places & Things of Interest

your apartments - your camp is starting to come together! No longer do you have to stare through a gaping hole in your second floor room at the dreary view outside. Instead, you can hang out with your dormmates in the privacy of your refurbished lodgings. Blankets and cots, analog early alert systems, yummy cans upon cans of beans and other delights... What’s not to love? Oh, and the Mechanic has offered to show you how to work the odd round panels in your rooms that heat up food on command. If that ain’t the height of luxury...

the crater - all remains quiet. As the new week progresses, however, it’s hard not to note the increasing number of machinery taking up residence within. They mill about aimlessly. There’s an odd hum in the air...

the crane -  the Mechanic is surprised, no, shocked that no one’s really used it for much yet. He wants to show you a fun game you can play with it...

abandoned storage - the Aukes have promptly vacated in the wake of your attack. Perhaps it will be worth revisiting soon?

the blank journal - is not completely blank, it turns out. Thumbing through the pages reveals a lone, cryptic journal entry near the middle of the book. Hm...

▊▊▊▊▊  ▊ :

          We begin moving. There is nothing left for us here. We head east towards ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ .          I hoped I would never have a reason to return there. But past the fog is an abundant land filled with generous people. Them sheltering us is our best chance of building our lives back. The others go along with it, thankfully. ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊and I share leadership of the group—neither of us know what to expect, but so long as we have each other, I know we will get through this. 

the Teleporter - It seems this can be used to send objects somewhere, and also to receive them... but where are they going? Who is it on the receiving end? ... Of note, every time the strange machine is used, its light appears to dim just a little bit more...

NPCs of Note

the Aukes - Where have they gone...? Perhaps it is for the better that they’ve disappeared, but one has to wonder at their sudden change in attitude when they’d been so hostile not long ago.

the Mechanic - He’s turned up out of the blue, looking frazzled but none the worse for wear. Where the heck has he been, you ask? Oh, that’s right, he never showed up for your scheduled meeting, did he... Um, well, about that... First, it started with the nasty lil bugger what stole his tool belt. Can’t well fiddle without a fiddle, right? So he had to go and get it back. And then it turned out that his venture took him a little further out than anticipated, and so, like, he got a bit lost, you see. And then-- (His tale continues on for some time.)

Aphie, the Can Thief - a sassy child who cares not for your lame jokes. She would like to take your measure, see if you are actually worth sticking around with. She’s got high standards, you see. She knows all the best vantage points in town, and all the nooks and crannies.

Tasks

Setting up base camp (continued) - every 1 post = up to 7% of progress, capping at 100% - requires an equivalent 7 planks of wood, plates of metal, dormant/live cores, or a mix of the above per post - Rumour has it reaching 100% may yield something beneficial... But as things are, you’ve adequate enough lodgings to survive the remainder of your time in this dream. (Presumably.)

The Mechanic promised you something Real Cool and he still plans to deliver! That’ll be seven live cores please.

Scavenging / Dismantling / Hunting / Foraging - see week one tasks - not necessarily a priority - up to you if you think you’ve enough!

Crafting: - Aphie and the Mechanic peer over your randomly stockpiled materials with an appraising eye.  “You could make stink bombs with these,” Aphie points to the small game and the bundles of herbs. “Or maybe a potion or two...” The Mechanic doesn’t seem particularly inclined toward plants, but does light up at your assorted metal and dormant cores. “They may be dormant but that doesn’t mean they’re devoid of life. And even the dead cores have their use... Wanna see?” - 3x bundles of herbs + 1x questionable small game = 1 vulnerary (?) - 2x bundles of herbs + 2x questionable small game = 1 stink bomb - 5x assorted metal + 2x dead cores = 1 shrapnel trap (chance of injury = 1d10, 1-3 = -2HP) - 5x assorted metal + 2x dormant cores = 1 battery, after a fashion - who knows, perhaps there’s more to come!

#KEruins2023 #toakeraselephas2023

[imptwins]

Another Stranger Me

Another Stranger Me is up first for my fic reposts on here. Start nice and gentle, y’know? Plus, as a finished project (at least until Ch3-5 come out and likely reignite my desire to spread this AU/hc) it’s one of the single pieces I’m most happy with.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38792208

♥ Fandom: Deltarune ♥ Rating: Teen ♥ 2nd Person POV ♥ Words: 18,848 ♥ Finished (for now lol) ♥ CW: Temporary moderate transphobia (misgendering, invalidation) from the POV character, fairly surface-level transphobia exploration ♥ Themes: Egg cracking, coming out, queer/trans mentorship, angst, hurt/comfort

When every moment is spent in survival mode, when all of your existence is a constant formless haze of anger and frustration and loathing and disgust, sometimes it takes a little outside help to realize what should have been obvious. A young dragon gets sucked into an ancient prophecy of legendary heroes with someone they absolutely detest, but the biggest revelation in that fantastical world is far more important and far more mundane.

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Preview: 

"Welcome, Heroes...!"

It almost makes you jump. Okay, maybe it makes you jump a little.

"Who's there?!" you bark, fists clenching in preparation for another fight. Or another running the hell away session, same thing.

"Do not be alarmed," the voice continues. "I am not your enemy. Please come forward, both of you."

Of course you're fucking alarmed, this whole ordeal has been nonstop bizarre bullshit. But then the last person to assault you hadn't bothered to give you any warning, and besides, surely such a soft, gentle voice couldn't belong to anything but a wimp. As you and Kris walk forward you spot a figure completely obscured by a brown cloak standing in the middle of the room, just outside what looks like the door to the actual castle interior.

"Welcome," they say, their voice still projecting far more than it should for its quiet owner. "I am the Prince of this Kingdom... The Kingdom of Darkness. Kris, Susie, there is a LEGEND-"

"What the fuck did you just call me?" you wheeze out. You have to strangle the words out of yourself. You feel like you've been winded, like someone slammed you in the stomach with a baseball bat and knocked every last wisp of oxygen out of you. Your mouth is dry. Nobody could know that name. You've never told a single fucking soul that name.

"Uh... Is your name not Susie?" the figure asks in a clearly panicked voice while feeling like they're looking at you. "I was, um. I was under the impression that, uh, you would be named Susie." Beside you Kris glances over with those piercing ruby eyes, but says nothing, conveys nothing in their expression.

"My name is..." you grunt out from the effort and trail off. You don't want to say it. You're in some weird-ass alien world, or you're hallucinating, or you're dead and just imagining things. Maybe you're in fucking Narnia. Either way, you're away from class, away from that stupid roll call every morning, away from Alphys and the other students and your mother and the shadow of your father. Your body is different. Maybe Susie wouldn't be such a stupid name with this body...?

The only one who knows who you are is Kris. You glance at him again and he's still got that same expression, piercing but neutral. No laughing, no sneering, no mockingly raised eyebrow. None of the reactions you would have ever expected.

"... It's fine," he says softly after you've been staring for what feels like minutes. He doesn't say anything else, but he doesn't have to. The temptation grips onto that tiny assurance and, while your guard is down, you blurt out the words before you can even think of stopping yourself.

"Nah. My name's Susie," you say. You try to sound dismissive, casual, totally nonchalant. Kris' gaze lingers on you a moment longer before he looks back ahead to the robed figure with what you could have sworn was a smile. The figure looks at you for a moment longer then continues as if they never stopped.

They're going off about some prophecy of light and darkness or whatever, some real cliche shit. You barely hear a word. You think about how nobody could know that name because you've only ever thought of it when you imagined what it would've been like to be a girl. You used it in the videogames that people used to sometimes lend you, before you started growing into such a fucking brute that people were terrified of you on appearance alone. Any time you had to name a girl, or had the opportunity to create one. You used it in stories and for drawings you have hidden under stacks of sheets in your room, locked in an old plastic tool box along with some other things you don't want anyone seeing, that nobody has or will ever see.

You never thought anyone would ever use that name for you, and you certainly never thought it would make you feel so warm, so full, so light, as if letting out a breath you'd been holding for as long as you could remember.

#fanfiction #deltarune #susie deltarune #coming out #transgender #queer

[shadeedee]

*ADULT CONTENT*

Growing pains

SQ was at that age where he had urges and other things happening to him. His real dad was dead and he didn’t know how to talk to his adoptive dad about this. Curtain certainly wasn’t the loving father type. SQ cringed at the thought of having to ask him these types of questions. His father hadn’t even given him the “talk” yet. SQ also had a crush on a girl at the institute. His father had no idea about it. And he didn’t want him finding out. One day in his room, SQ saw a rather raunchy music video on his TV. His eyes widened. He began to get the urges again. It felt good, but also embarrassing. He locked his door and began pleasuring himself. He moaned quietly so his father wouldn’t hear. He was working at his desk just outside. He tried to be as silent as he could. It was hard to be quiet when the pleasure intensified. Afterwards, he came out of his room and went up to his father. He was in the middle of a meeting. He took a deep breath. “Dad, what’s that white stuff that comes out of the penis?” he asked. Curtain coughed and spat out his tea. His executives gasped and stared right at him. One of the male ones tried not to laugh. SQ felt extremely embarrassed. He looked down. Curtain frowned. He turned to his executives. “This meeting is adjourned for now. Please leave my office,” he said, strictly. They nodded and quickly left. He turned to SQ, rather annoyed. Then he took a breath. He wondered how on earth he could answer his son’s question. He motioned for SQ to sit down. SQ immediately sat. Curtain took another breath. Nothing had prepared him for this. He coughed. “Well son, that white stuff, you refer to, is called ejaculation or cum. Your, uh, penis produces it when you get aroused or excited, or when you, um, have an orgasm. It’s normal. And totally natural. Nothing to worry about,” he said, wringing his hands nervously. SQ nodded. He seemed intrigued. Curtain closed his eyes, and coughed again, nervously. “I’ve uh, been having urges dad. You know, like when i see a girl or a woman dressing in sexy clothes or stuff like that. It uh, makes me feel good, and, my penis starts throbbing,” he said. Curtain coughed, uncomfortably. “Yes, son. That is also completely normal. Just, enjoy the feelings and let it come. As long as you do it in private, it’s fine,” he said. SQ nodded. Then his father leaned closer to him. “But you know how i feel about public affection between students at this institution. I will not have you, or anyone else displaying such behaviour at my school. Is that clear, SQ?” he said, strictly. SQ’s eyes widened. “Y, yes dad,” he said, a tremble in his voice. Curtain smiled. “Good. Now please. I have to get back to work,” he said. SQ quickly left the room. What would he do now? He knew his father would go mad if he found out about the girl he had a crush on. He decided to just keep seeing her behind his father’s back, which wouldn’t be easy. He knew how cunning and manipulative his father could be. One day in class, his father came in and visited. “Good afternoon, Dr Curtain,” the students said. Oh no, SQ thought. “Ah. Yes it is, isn’t it students?” a very good afternoon indeed,” Curtain said. Then, one of the girls bent down to retrieve a pencil that had fallen on the floor. Her panties were slightly exposed. SQ felt the urge, again. Curtain glared at her. “Young lady, you know the uniform rules of this institution. That skirt is way too short. No higher than just above your knees is the dress code. That, is not part of the code. I suggest you go and read the rules again. Tomorrow i want to see that skirt at its proper length. Do i make myself clear?” he said, strictly. “Yes, Dr Curtain,” she trembled. She quickly sat down. He smiled. “Good. Continue learning, my students. And remember, work the system. The system works, if you work it too!” he said, and he left. SQ had the image of polka dot pink panties in his mind. He shifted in his seat. The urge was getting stronger. He covered his hand with his cardigan, and began pleasuring himself under the desk. Part 2 next!

#sq pedalian #growin’ up #ldcurtain #teenage years