#even when they're trying to pretend they're not

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mentions of violence, mention of putting down / death, etc. words -> 4.2K

abstract -> "Lets make it up to eachother!"

y/n's perspective

“She’s awake! Get the doctor!” I heard and my vision was doubled while my head was throbbing. Where was I? The last thing I remember was…

“Then why don’t you run?”

Did he actually run? Was he finally free like he wanted? How does a hybrid escape without pretending to be human? Oh yeah… the black market. 

If he did... I hope it was successful and not all for nothing.

“y/n? How are you feeling?” I heard and I looked to my side. “Jeno… how’s school been?” I offered him a smile and didn’t have to see his face to know he was concerned for me. “Good, I've been focusing on this internship and well I try my best to not lose sleep,” he said and I smiled. “Haechan should learn from you,” I said and I heard his soft laughter. 

“How… are they?” I asked and he sighed. “Let’s get you checked out first. I’ll let Taeyong-hyung explain,” he said and I knew it was probably bad. 

“Y/n the doctor is gonna come in and do some tests, you’ll be given pain medication and you currently have stitches so this will scar. We’ll set up future appointments” I heard as I saw Johnny enter the room. 

I wonder if they're okay. 

seonghwa’s perspective

Last week we were finally let out. That would mean she's dead or alive to have them do action. I don't know what they did to San or Hongjoong yet. But I was in observation to see if I should be considered for a breeding farm. 

I heard them talk… I had no chance of adoption. My only option was a hybrid farm where their only purpose is to reproduce. It also gave me little hope that she was alive. 

I know she’s scared of me… but she would’ve tried to convince them otherwise. I also did hear that Yeosang and Wooyoung were code greens ready for adoption but Wooyoung has been in the medical wing. 

“If I could, those tigers would be shipped off. Hongjoong is excessively violent, he killed her. What am I supposed to tell San? Or Wooyoung? Those hybrids are far too dependent on her. If they knew, San would become a bigger threat to himself and Wooyoung would join him” I heard. She was dead…?

I may have not had a lot of hope but a part of me hoped she was alive. Oh, Hongjoong… we caused a mess.

“Seonghwa, you have a check” I heard as they opened my curtain. I saw the employee now opening the glass door. “I’m sorry,” I said… and he looked at me confused. 

“If… if I didn’t help her she’d still be alive. Even then I could’ve stopped–" "Seonghwa none of this is your fault, I'm sorry your future isn’t looking too bright,” he said and I felt the tears run down my face. 

“My future was never meant to bright”

yeosang's perspective

She was alive. I knew she had to be… there's no way she'd die. 

I was in isolation. My records unfortunately were publicly known when I was in here. The accident at a popular apartment complex where politicians, CEOs, and even idols lived took pictures of what happened. They warned me… she called in asking if I was gonna be put up for adoption. If… she was dead. I would get a horrible punishment for defying her… maybe even move the country? 

“Yeosang, are you ready for some air?” I heard one of the employees. I remember him being called… Jaemin? He was a friend of hers. “Any news?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” he said and I nodded. “Do you believe that?” I asked and it caught him off guard. He was supposed to make me feel better. I know he’s not allowed to say anything…

“Look… she’s the strongest person I know. The last time I saw her, Johnny promised to make sure she was alright and my friend worked with him. She’s in a stable condition”

liar. He was lying… 

“You don’t believe me do you?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“She’s… not in stable condition. In fact, they're trying their best to monitor her at all times–” “What’s wrong with her?” I asked and he sighed. We started walking outside as he looked to think about what he’d say. 

“Hongjoong when he clawed her jaw hit a vein connected to her heart. The week before when Kun was there, she flatlined but I  know she’s stable now we just need her to wake up. If not she might be in a coma for longer than we’d hope” he explained and I could only feel hatred for those tigers and myself… I pushed her, and I misinterpreted her feelings. She was scared of them… and even us. 

“Is there hope?” I asked and his smile said everything. It was forced and I could see the glassy look in his eyes. “There's always hope” 

Liar. 

wooyoung’s perspective

“Wooyoung you need to eat, we don’t want to put you up with the purple code hybrids. She’s not gonna be happy when–” “How can she feel anything? She’s not here… she’s dead isn't she?” I cut him off. The doctor sighed and shook his head. 

“No, she's not dead,” he said and I didn’t believe him. 

“Do it for her… don’t you think she’ll be distraught to see you in a worse state than before? When she saw you she said she was heartbroken. To know that you were a depressed hybrid… that those who promised her to take care of you weren’t–" "She’s not here!” I yelled. 

“Let me mourn her… she isn’t coming back,” I said and I was fully convinced. She would’ve been here already, she’s gone. I should’ve been there.

“Wooyoung you need to take care of yourself, your weight is dropping and you’ll start to get sick..” I turned him out. I didn’t feel hungry… not when I used to live a fantasy almost two weeks ago now. I was hopeful at first…

but then she never came back. 

san’s perspective

The world… stopped. 

My world stopped… code purple. For hybrids who are dangerous to themselves, mainly ones who experience such stress, or depression they harm themselves. 

Would it be so bad to be with her again? Constrained and isolated… How was Wooyoung doing? Was he like me? 

I missed the feeling of that collar on my neck, the feeling of her warmth, I miss her. Where is she? How long has it been since I've been here?

Surely only a few hours… I wonder when she’ll be here. Maybe in a few hours? 

“San, how are you feeling?” I heard and I finally saw someone after they put me here. “I’m… tired,” I said, I was tired, my mind felt like I was spinning and I felt sick. 

“Do you remember what I told you last time?” he asked me. “What?” I asked and he sighed. “San, I've been here three times a day for two weeks now,” he said and I was confused. I laughed, “It's only been a few hours…” I said and he shook his head. 

“I’ll remind you later, today we thought it would be good to take you outside” he said and I shook my head. “San, do you remember when you arrived here after the fight? You lost any sense of time and thought you lived the same day over and over again. You improved so much afterwards… she would want you to improve and get adopted again” he said and I shook my head. 

“I am adopted, she’s my mate” I said and he sighed almost like he was tired. 

“San, we’ve been having the same conversation for the past two weeks, almost three times a day” 

hongjoong’s perspective

My hands felt dirty… They didn’t let me go to the cells anymore. 

I need to get rid of her blood. I didn't mean to kill her. I… where was Seonghwa? Was he okay? Did he get adopted already? Maybe she’s alive and she took them… but not me.

I don’t deserve it… besides living with humans?  I hate them… I hate her… but I want to apologize. I hope she’s okay. I want her to be okay. But is she? Why would they send me away if that's the case, they were preparing to send me off. 

I was slowly accepting what I was destined for… I was gonna die. Born into a circus, I was always gonna die. 

“You’re scheduled to leave in three days” I heard. It was the main doctor… “Dr. Doyoung will take you in to check your wounds,” he said and I was unchained from the ground to be led to the medical wing. 

He knocked on the door when it revealed another employee… and Wooyoung? He looked… starved. His eyes looked lifeless and dark circles prominent. 

He looked up at me to not even react. They led him away, speaking to him in a cheerful voice as if wanting to cheer him up. “You ruined the lives of four hybrids,” the behaviorist said to me. 

“What's wrong with him?” I asked and he scoffed. 

“The healthiest right now is probably Seonghwa and Yeosang. Yeosang though is still clinging to her being alive, while Wooyoung has refused to be cooperative with this severe depressive episode, even San has lost all sense of time and is worse. All humans aren't evil, but you let that control you and even ruined your own chance to actually live” he said as I went inside the room to see the doctor. 

I… I'm sorry…

y/n’s perspective

“Two weeks?” I asked and they nodded. “Johnny and Jeno tried their best to take care of you… but you were asleep for two weeks and they thought for a minute your body was in shock, especially after your flatline last week. 

“I… what?” I was confused with everything. Two weeks I was out… What happened to them? “You’re okay physically, the tests they've done should help and it looks like they helped you gain some strength to walk despite being comatose for two weeks” he explained and I nodded. 

“Curious about anything?” Taeyong asked and I wanted to ask but I was scared. “I’m curious. Curious as to why you were suddenly scared of your hybrids. Kun told me that your hybrids said you started to be detached and started avoiding them and it was clarified that you were scared” he said and I nodded. 

“When I did the interviews… Hongjoong mentioned that hybrids do anything to survive even if they pretend to like their owners” I said and he laughed at me. “You’ve clearly forgotten how those three looked at you. Wooyoung used to– actually has been obsessed with you for years, Yeosang is the most overprotective hybrid i've ever seen and San? He loves you… he was your first hybrid and he… he’s a code purple right now” he said and i stopped. I felt frozen… 

“A… a code purple?” I said hoping I heard wrong and he nodded.

“He’s lost track of time… he thinks it's been hours. His mind is scattered in events, sometimes he’ll think he’s there because he attacked you and become depressed, or he’ll think the attack was minutes before and scream that he’ll kill that tiger. The worst of it is, right now… he’s waiting for you to show up in front of him. He thinks it's been hours and you’ll recover soon, for him it hasn't been two weeks”' he explained and he wiped my cheek.

“He… he’s no, you're messing with me. San… I need to see him!” I declared and he grabbed my elbow. “You shouldn't be so rash. No one knows you’ve recovered… Kun thinks you're as good as dead. He was there when you flatlined and thought there's no hope” he said and everything was overwhelming.

“I need to see him,” I pleaded and he smiled. “And we will, just let me go to the station first. We’ll go later today, I want to take you back home–" "No” I refused and he sighed.

“The blood is clean… Wonyoung had people clean your apartment–" "It won’t feel right with them not there” I argued and he sighed. 

“Give me a few hours then, I'll call Yuta and Shotaro, they'll take care of you,” he said and I sighed. “I’m a grown woman I don’t need to be taken care of” I argued and he nodded. 

“Okay… but they’ll meet with you to make sure you're okay, '' he said and I nodded. “I can walk–” “I need time alone… I know where they work” I said and he nodded. “Be careful, you just–” “Taeyong please” I pleaded and he nodded as he left. 

I couldn't stop the tears flowing down. I was an idiot… I doubted them and I failed Hongjoong… I need to talk to him–

“Why are you crying again?” I heard as I noticed a man in front of me. It was the man that helped me before. “It's been a long day” I answered and he nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but please don’t cry, surely whatever it is it can be fixed?” he said with a  cheerful smile. “Have you ever owned a hybrid?” I asked and his eyes widened. “Only one,” he said and I nodded. “How do you know their feelings are genuine and they actually love you?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's an interesting question… Well, hybrids are known for faking they care but that's a rare few. If you treat them with love and care I can assure you they will be the same” he said and I nod. 

“What if they fake it though, even if you love them to the best of your ability?” I asked and he hummed. “Well, a hybrid can fake words, but the things they do have meaning. Where– I mean hybrids are like animals by the end of the day. They have animal habits they follow, like uhm bunnies circle around their owners, fox hybrids are dependent on owners and usually bond to one person for the rest of their life–" "What about canines and panthers?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's a weird pair?” he laughed and I smiled. 

“Well, panther hybrids only really expose themselves to their owners when they fully trust them so sleeping is a big one. Uhm… panthers are actually known to cook or feed their mates as an act of love? –” San often would feed me off his own plate and make me eat more… and he would always say how he preferred sleeping in my room.

He was showing he trusted me… 

“– Dog hybrids however, are known to scent their mates and groom them? So dog hybrids will often fix their owners hair or males would often scent their owner to tell others to back off” he explained and suddenly Yeosang made much more sense to me. 

“I can tell you're a good hybrid owner… any hybrid would be lucky for someone to care about them like you do” he said and I smiled. 

“Thank you…?” I didn't know his name. “Oh? Uhm my name! My name is… Yunho” he said and I smiled. “Thank you, Yunho! My name is y/n” I said and he smiled. 

“It was my pleasure, ah! I think you dropped this?” 

Yuta and Shotaro were spamming my phone. 

I was now in front of the infamous building… The Seoul Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. 

I entered and I was immediately greeted by a shocked Haechan. I smiled at the boy who couldn’t even produce a sentence. “YOU'RE OKAY!” he yelled and I laughed as he hugged me tight. “We were convinced you weren’t gonna wake up” he muttered and I ruffled his hair. “Where's Kun?” I asked and he sighed. “Kun cares about you a lot… so does Doyoung but Kun sees you like his little sister–”

“Haechan, what's going on with him?” I asked and he sighed

“He’s planning on sending Wooyoung and San to Jeju’s Rehabilitation Center, as for Yeosang… There's a threat of legal action with his previous owner, Seonghwa is going to be moved to a breeding farm, and Hongjoong is being sent out of Korea '' he explained and I was speechless. 

“W-What?” I asked and he nodded. “Kun right now is out but he’ll be back soon–” “Take me to San,” I said and he shook his head. “Only Kun and Doyoung have the key to get in there… and you're not supposed to be allowed without them knowing,” he said and I smiled. 

“Please, let me see one of them?” I asked and he nodded. “I can take you to Yeosang,” he said and I nodded. He talks to have someone come get me and lead me to Yeosang.

“y/n?” I heard and saw Renjun. I smiled softly and offered a hug. “I'm so glad you're okay! When did you get discharged” he asked and I sighed. “Maybe two hours ago?” I said and he scoffed. “You should be resting–” “I need to see if they're okay” I cut him off and he nodded. 

He leads me around the green code hybrids seeking adoption until we go towards the ones who have not been cleared for adoption. 

“He’s missed you a lot,” he said and I smiled. He opened the curtain and I saw he was asleep. “Jaemin has been trying his best to cheer up him and Wooyoung but it's been hard for them,” he said and I nodded. “I’m only doing this cause I know he won’t hurt you and he is still your hybrid,” he said as he opened the kennel and waited for me to enter. 

I nod and go in to kneel close to his bed. I pet his ears softly as he whined and opened his eyes slightly. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” I said and his ears flattened on his head. 

“Are you real?” he asks as he grabs my hand, tightening it as if I'd disappear. “I’m real, Yeosang,” I said and he sat up looking at me for what felt like a few minutes before he started crying. 

“Please, be real! I…  I miss you” he said as he hugged me tightly. I rubbed it back as he sobbed. “I’m here, I promise,” I said and he pulled away to look at me. I wanted to cry too… so many times I got into my head that he faked everything to hide away from his owner when I should’ve known better. 

His hand cupped my jaw to where my bandages lay. “Does it hurt?” he asked and I smiled. “I’ll heal,” I said and he nodded. 

“I’m sorry for making you adopt them–” “It's not your fault… I got in my own head. Hongjoong is rough around the edges–” “You shouldn’t defend him” he said angrily and I smiled. 

“Yeosang…. He was wronged. I should’ve voiced my thoughts sooner, but he deserves a second chance. What you suggested was sweet… he’s lived tormented by humans so he deserves to feel loved even if he doesn't know how to accept it” I said and his eyes widened. He nods…

“You’re too good to be real. I still don’t believe you're actually here… maybe you're a true angel visiting me in my dreams'' he said and I chuckled. “I don’t have wings or a halo,” I said and he chuckled. 

“Doesn’t mean you aren't an angel to me” he said and I smiled. 

“y/n?” I heard and I looked behind me to see Doyoung. “Did Haechan tell you?” I asked and he nodded. “I-I’m, why didn’t they tell us you were awake?!” he asked and I smiled while looking at Yeosang. “Well, I did wake up two hours ago,” I said and Yeosang laughed. “You should be resting,” he said and I smiled. 

“I know… Doyoung. Can I see San?” I asked and he sighed. “I don’t have the key… Kun has taken charge of seeing Hongjoong and San, I only see them to check up on them” he said and I nodded.

“And… Wooyoung?” I asked and he sighed almost nervously.

“He’s… he needs to see you”

Yeosang was gonna be checked one last time by Doyoung while he led me in front of Wooyoung’s kennel. “Be careful with him… he’s been worse than I've ever seen him” he said and Yeosang didn’t want to let go of my hand. 

“I’ll be here when you're out, I promise,” I said and he didn’t look convinced. “When have I ever lied to you? Or broken a promise?” I asked and he nodded. 

They leave me alone with Wooyoung’s key. I knock before opening the door… It's to tell the hybrid I'm going in. I open it and see that he’s already staring at the door. His eyes widened. 

“y/n?” he said and I noticed how hoarse his voice was. How skinny he was… how tired he looked. “Hello, Woo,” I said, trying my best to offer a happy smile as I felt my vision blur. “You're… alive?” he said, confused and not moving. 

“Missed me?” I said and I sat down on the floor to sit at eye level with him. “I…” he was speechless. I smiled as I hugged him… his tears and sobs broke my heart. The way he tightened his grip on my body and let out cries was the only thing I could focus on. 

He struggled with words as he sobbed. 

“I... I lost- any hope that you were alive!” he let out and I felt a serious ache in my heart. “I’m sorry,” I said and he shook his head as he let go and ghosted his hand on my jaw. “It's not your fault,” he said and I knew what he suggested. 

“It's not his fault either… I should’ve talked about what I was feeling "I said and he said nothing but hugged me. We sat there on the floor with him hugging me in silence.

“Wooyoung '' I heard as I saw Yeosang in his regular clothes and his collar. “Yeosang?” he said as he lifted his head without letting me go to see his friend. “The doctor wants to see you so he can discharge you,” he said and he tightened his grip on me.

“I’ll still be here… you get to be in comfortable clothes and your collar again,” I said and he nodded letting go but did move to leave.

“She’ll still be here,” Yeosang said and Wooyoung nodded. “Can… Can we get food from that street food market?” he asked and I smiled. “Anything you want,” I said and he nodded. He leaves but not without looking at me one last time and giving me a slight smile.

Progress…

“Are you gonna take in those tigers again?” Yeosang asked and I sighed. “I hate how I… I want to give them a second chance. A better chance without me being scared of them… I took them in because they wanted a better life and I didn’t even try like I did with you, Wooyoung, and San” I explain and nod. 

“I don’t trust them” he said and I smiled. “And you have every right to,” I said. 

“y/n?” I heard and I saw Jaemin who looked at me with the biggest smile. “How are you doing?” I said and he chuckled. “You see Yeosang, she’s okay,” he said and Yeosang nodded. “Jaemin? Can you take me to Seonghwa?” I asked and he sighed. “The tigers are gonna be transferred–” “Kun can’t do that, I'm still their owner,” I said and he chuckled. 

“You're the same as ever. Let me take you there then, I'd rather not be sued and in debt even more than I am” he said and I chuckled.

“Yeosang, stay here for Wooyoung,” I said and he shook his head getting ready to argue– “He needs someone here, and I’ll be back,” I said and he nodded reluctantly. 

I followed Jaemin when I noticed he was also a code green hybrid. “Seonghwa, you have a visitor,” Jaemin said as he opened the curtain first. 

He looked at me shocked. 

“You're… I’m sorry! I should’ve stopped Hongjoong, please I-I’m so–” “Seonghwa it isn't your fault '' I said while giving him a smile and he looked at me with wide eyes. 

“I’m sorry for not offering you what I did to my hybrids' ' I said and he looked confused. “You deserve a second chance… so does Hongjoong. Let me make it up to you” I said and he shook his head. 

“I… I should be asking that of you!” he said desperately and I smiled. 

“Let's make it up to each other then!” I said and he was frozen… “I… why do you still want me?” he asked and I shrugged. “You’re a sweet hybrid… a farm doesn’t suit you at all,” I said and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I… I really am sorry I wasn't–” “It's not your fault, you… were the sweetest. You tried so hard to earn a place with me and I know you deserve it. So I'm sorry for letting Hongjoong’s words get into my head, I really do think you deserve better Seonghwa '' I said and he was silent. 

“Do you accept me?” I asked and he smiled softly. 

“If you’ll take me” 

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For 1k celebration! How about my time and jungkook with it??

Also congratulations my love 💖

opposite of sun

— request: jeongguk + my time - bts

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, angst

— word count: 1.8k

— warnings/tags: idol!jk, college student!oc, mild angst (it's rly mild i promise!), they're best friends (i rly gotta stop writing this trope,,,)

— summary: jeongguk has a peculiar way of dealing with time difference.

— author's note: hello luv! thanks for requesting :) i really enjoyed writing this one eheh i hope you enjoy reading it too~

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There are a few things Jeon Jeongguk does not like about his life as a singer.

One, that constantly looms above his head, is how busy his schedule is. His days are filled to the brim with performing, song recording, photoshoots, video shoots, company meetings, and a long list of things in between. Some days, he could barely stay awake. Some days, he forgot the last time he ate. Some days don’t feel like days because all he saw was the inside of a building. Some days he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Two, the lack of privacy. There’s always someone watching his every move, waiting for him to fuck up. This extends to his closest people as well, his parents, his brother, even his non-famous best friend, you. Jeongguk could not forget the time he accidentally revealed he has a long-time girl best friend on a livestream. The media went crazy, trying to make headlines that would cause the most noise with wild rumors and assumptions. It took the PR team almost a month to divert the media attention to something else, along with a livestream ban for Jeongguk for three months.

Three, the one he’s facing right now, is time difference. As a singer, Jeongguk travels a lot to other time zones outside of KST, oftentimes resulting in jetlag. It’s not too troublesome when he visits another Asian country, the time difference only one to two hours, but when he’s on the other side of the world like now, it feels like his whole world is a jumbled mess.

Jeongguk plops down on the couch in his hotel room, glancing at the clock on his phone screen before tapping the FaceTime button. His reflection stares back at him as the call rings, the only thing visible on the screen just his eyes and sweaty strands of hair. He’s running his fingers through his damp hair when the call finally connects.

“Sorry, sorry! I— wow, eyes. And forehead,” you say in lieu of a proper greeting. Jeongguk grins, even though you can’t see it.

“Hi, Bun,” he greets. “Whatcha doin’?”

Jeongguk’s nickname for you is fairly new, only conjured up after his accidental slip on livestream, but it rolls off his tongue easily as if he’s been calling you Bun since you were both thirteen, when your friendship first started. It stems from his fear that anything has ears and if he says your name, someone somewhere could use it to dig up information about you. Although you’d rolled your eyes at him the first time, he knows you appreciate the thought.

Also, contrary to your friends’ beliefs, bun here stands for bread, not bunny. It’s known to the people who know you that you love bread. Steamed bun, milk bun, melon bbang, chocolate bread, cheese sticks, anything. But despite this knowledge and your protests, your friends still hoot in teasing whenever Jeongguk video calls you and drops the nickname. Jeongguk tries to prevent his grin from blossoming more when he sees you pretending to ignore your friends’ teasing.

“Studying,” you answer with a roll of your eyes, before a grin matching the one on Jeongguk’s face overtakes your feature. “What about you, superstar? Bet it’s more exciting than…” you glance at the paper in front of you, “the study of the economic impact of singer Jeon Jeongguk on South Korea.”

Jeongguk laughs. “You are not studying about my economic impact on SK.”

You hold up a finger, snatching the paper off the table to shove it into your phone camera. Then the pair of your eyes appear above said paper, hogging Jeongguk’s screen much like his eyes are hogging yours. “Read, Jeon Jeongguk. Read,” you say menacingly.

The words on your paper blur in his sight as he focuses more on the dark bags under your eyes. Even through a shitty video call connection, it’s apparent that you haven’t had a good rest for some time.

“Bun, have you been sleeping okay?”

Your eyebrows shoot up and you stare at him like he has three heads. “Jeon, I’m a college student. Asking me that at two AM is like asking you if you’re resting okay.”

Jeongguk sits up from his leaning back position on the couch, alarmed. “It’s two AM over there? It’s— fuck, it’s two AM. What are you doing still studying, Bun? You should be sleeping right now.”

All the exhaustion he felt from the flight, the jetlag, the rehearsal right after just evaporates the moment he realizes you’re still studying in the hour you should be sleeping. He should’ve been there with you, studying and reminding you to get some rest when the hours got late. He wishes he were there next to you.

“He’s a celebrity so he wouldn’t know what this feels like, huh?”

That was one of your friends, off camera. It sounds a bit distant but Jeongguk caught his words perfectly. Although he’s not wrong, Jeongguk could feel bitterness rising in his chest, one he fights so hard to suppress lest this causes a fight between you and him.

“Sorry, Jeon, he’s just stressed about the midterms. Don’t take it to heart, yeah?”

Jeongguk forces a smile on his lips, one tight pull of muscle that’s far from his grin earlier. “No, he’s right. I wouldn’t know how it feels like being stressed about the midterms just like he wouldn’t know how it feels rehearsing for a performance only an hour after you landed in New York. It’s okay.”

Ah, the bitterness still slips out. He’s tired. He feels guilt slowly replace the bitterness when he sees your downcast eyes. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Fuck.

“Sorry, Bun. Not your fault.” He sighs.

“It’s fine. We’re all tired.” You give him a small smile. “You said you were rehearsing for a performance? What performance?”

“Surprise performance, actually. It’ll be in Times Square later at six.”

There’s a gasp from your side of the call, before a short squeal is heard. You glance at someone behind your phone, letting out a chuckle. “You just spoiled a surprise performance to a very excited Yeseo,” you say.

“Since when do your friends listen to my songs?” Jeongguk laughs disbelievingly. He knows your college friends by name, and as far as he does, no one in your friend group actually listens to his songs enough to get excited at the prospect of a surprise performance.

“Last week. She heard ‘Yes or No’ when I was going through your album and hasn’t shut up about it since.”

“Thanks, Yeseo,” Jeongguk says. “It’s on the setlist for the performance later.”

A bang on the table. Then Yeseo’s excited shriek sounds, making your other friends on the table groan. Tell your boyfriend to shut up! one of them says. You stuck your tongue out at whoever it was before getting up from your seat, taking your phone with you. The image of you from a low angle as you walk away from your friends almost makes Jeongguk chuckle. He misses being able to see your double chin live in front of his eyes.

“Apologies for Yeseo. She’s very excited,” you say when you’ve settled down somewhere more quiet. “Are you excited for the performance later? Confident?”

“I will be if I know you’re watching,” Jeongguk hums. He fixes his best puppy dog look as he looks at you with so much hope in his eyes. “Will you? It’ll be on YouTube, six PM New York time.”

“That’s … hold on,” you tap around on your phone, the image of you on his screen shaking as you do. “That’s seven AM here in Korea. I’d probably be asleep, though. Midterm’s at nine.”

Jeongguk pouts. “Time difference sucks.”

“It does,” you agree. “But time zones aside, our times are already different. Like, if you have a recording for a music show in Korea at six AM KST, I still wouldn’t be able to attend. Because—“

“That’s why you never come? Because the recording is always early in the morning?”

“No, because they’re always on weekdays. And I have class. Or work. I’m not one of your rich fans, you know.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Jeongguk sulks, his frown deepening.

“Your college student best friend. Who has classes, essays to write, papers to do, midterms, finals…”

Jeongguk is quiet. There’s a pop up notification on his phone, telling him rest time is over in 15 minutes. His manager must’ve set this reminder when he was rehearsing, knowing very well about his tendency to lose track of time when given free time. Suddenly, all your differences flash before his eyes, and it feels like a gaping chasm in your friendship. Did you always feel this far away from him?

“I wish I were a college student too,” he whispers wistfully. “Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“You are, though?” you sound genuinely confused. He doesn’t know if you missed the longing tint in his voice or just decided to ignore it. “You’re still enrolled in Global Cyber University, right?”

“Yeah, but,” Jeongguk sucks in a breath, searching for words that say what he wants to convey without actually saying them. He comes up empty, though, with every combination of words sounding as desperate as the last. Eventually, he settles on: “It’s different.”

“Ey, it’s different to accomodate people like you. No one in their right mind would go to a regular college if they have a schedule as crazy as yours.” You shake your head while waving your hand around, misinterpreting what he means by different. “You know, your fans must be so proud of you. Attending college while performing all around the world.”

“Are you proud of me?” The words tumble out before Jeongguk’s brain can catch up. In hindsight, it’s a normal thing to ask your best friend. But maybe, in the tiny corner of his mind, sits something he doesn’t want to admit yet: maybe he wants more.

“I am,” comes your instant reply. “I always am, Jeongguk.”

In the darkness of the night, under a single lightbulb lighting up your face, Jeongguk sees 15-year-old you, hugging his lanky figure and saying you were proud of him for finally debuting. Your dreams! They have come true! you’d said. Your eyes were shining, hopeful, excited for what’s to come for him. Although you’ve lost the child-like enthusiasm, Jeongguk knows you’ll always support him in anything he does.

Now he’s the one who’s lost. In your eyes, dim with exhaustion but full of warmth still. You have your cheek in your hand, lips moving. The words you’re saying sound like a buzz in his ears, only catching a stray one that’s unusual for your vocabulary: melancholic.

You’re still talking. He doesn’t care.

“Do you want to come to New York?”

Time difference sucks. Jeongguk’s solution?

Get rid of it.

a/n: thank you for reading! requests are still open but pls note it will take time for me to write them all hehe

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #fanfic #fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts au #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #jungkook au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #idol!jungkook #1k celebration

[anamericangirl]

As a 37 year old Shawnee woman who has listened to my tribe's elders talk about the settlers via spoken history, I have never heard anyone other than white people saying that white people took land from us.

We had sparse little settlements with maybe 100 people in them, and they were nomadic and would travel when the food ran low to find another place. We didn't own the land, we just lived on it. Nobody owned the land. None of the tribes.

White democrats have apologized to my face for history they made up, and it's the most embarrassing shit every time it happens! And even worse, when I ask them to prove it, they show me Twitter posts from celebrities. When I say "I think my tribe knows our own history better than a white celebrity does," they get angry with me and start spouting about internalized racism.

Because as white liberals they are better and smarter than you and know more about your tribe's history than you do so you need to shut up and let them speak for you!!!

lol it's always funny to see the white liberals, who are usually college students as well, fly into a rage when one of the """"marginalized and oppressed people who had their land stolen by colonizers""""" they claim to be allies to and try to be white saviors for correct them and tell them they're wrong about everything.

Because if you don't accept their narrative and you correct them with actual facts that's just InTeRnAlIzEd RaCiSm, which is just something they invented so they can pretend they're never wrong.

#anon #answered

[thefaerieunderworld]

Whenever there's a picture of a woman with body hair posted in non-radfem places, there will be loads of people (including many women...sigh) who will say "Gross, that woman must STINK if she doesn't shave! She's filthy! How unhygienic!"

It only takes about two seconds to realize how illogical this is. If they thought body hair was in any way unhygienic or smelly, those women would insist that their men shave theirs, and the men would be shaving it of their own accord for the sake of "hygiene." But they don't.

Furthermore, if they're saying that men's body hair is perfectly fine but women's is dirty, then they're saying that there's something inherently filthy about 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 bodies and the hair that grows out of it, something which does not apply to the bodies of men (their hair is "sterile" apparently), and this is a blatant display of contempt for the female body and women in general.

This is all so logical and easy to understand. It's as easy as 1+1=2. But you can almost see their brains short-cicuiting every time as they try to think up reasons not to just accept that what they're saying is illogical, unscientific, and misogynistic. And predictably, they always circle around to saying, "Well, I can have my preferences and you can have yours!" N-O-B-O-D-Y, literally no one, said they couldn't have preferences. Ever. It's never about that, and they always pretend that the conversation didn't begin with them coming to a post where a woman is pictured with body hair, and commenting the 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 and hypocritical statement that she is dirty because of it - often while these men sit there with every one of their OWN body hairs intact. And that's what the discussion is about.

I really try not to just call people stupid when they're wrong, but these people are honestly stupid. Their inability to grasp something so simple (and refusal to even try, because they love misogyny too much) makes it impossible to deny.

#radical feminist safe #radblr #radical feminism #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists do touch #radical feminists please touch #radical misandrist #smash the patriarchy #anti beauty culture #anti beauty industry #anti beauty standards

[m1ssunderstanding]

Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #let it be

[raphael-angele]

If Hades (and Persephone) raised Nico and Bianca Part 27

Headcanon: Flowers grow out of Nico and Bianca's heads/hairs when they're happy. The flowers depend on how they feel (but their favorite flowers grow when they're in love)

Nico, behind Connor: Who's that? *points to Will*

Connor: Hm? Oh, that's Will. He's a child of Apollo.

Nico: Will... *gardenias blooming on his head*

Connor: Oouuh, someone has a crush~

Nico: I do not! *tries to remove the flowers from his hair*

Will: *sees him then waves*

Nico: *blushes and hides behind Conner while gardenias turn pink*

---

Zoë: Hello, young one. I am Zoë Nightshade, the First Lieutenant for the Hunters of Artemis. I understand that thou wishes to join?

Bianca: ... *camellias growing on her hair*

Zoë: *notices the flowers*

Bianca: Oh, right, uh...Bianca. di Angelo. Very nice to meet you.

Zoë: It is a pleasure to meet thee, Bianca. I presume that thou is a child of Demeter?

Bianca: Huh?

Zoë: Thou has flowers growing in thy hair

Bianca: Huh? *notices* Wha- Go away! *ruffles her hair to try and remove the flowers*

Zoë: *amused*

Bianca: *chuckles awkwardly* Sorry. Can you...pretend you didn't see that?

---

On a date:

Nico: *gardenias growing*

Will: *gasp* You can grow flowers out of your hair?!

Nico: Huh? *notices* Oh, uhm...yeah...

Will: That's so cool! *looks at the flowers* They're so pretty!

Nico: R-really?

Will: Yeah! Look! They're even glowing!

Nico: *blushes*

Will: And they can change colors! That's so cool!

Nico:

Will: That's really amazing...you're really amazing

Nico: ...*smiles*

---

Bianca: *staring at Zoë as she trains*

Thalia: *sneaking up behind her* ...yo

Bianca: *shocked* Ah! Oh, Thalia, hey.

Thalia: Whatcha doin?

Bianca: Uhm, uh, uh, nothing!

Thalia: Mhm. So you're not eyeballing our strong, confident, dominant, and very attractive lieutenant?

Bianca, blushing: Psh! What? No!

Thalia: Bianca, don't lie. Your flowers are showing.

Bianca:

Thalia: Actually, no, scratch that. They're glowing.

Bianca:

Thalia: And you only ever have that reaction towards her

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #angeloshade #night angel #solangelo #will solace #zoë nightshade #zoe nightshade #gay #lesbian #lgbtq #hades #persephone #thalia grace #connor stoll

[allyricas]

it's golden like daylight

eddie and steve who are like stupidly in love, but a misunderstanding leads to a devastating breakup. no staying awkward friends, no wishing each other the best. nope, they are hurting and want nothing to do with the other. they don't communicate and it takes others getting involved for things to finally work out. it's months of angst before the daylight finally breaks.

I once believe love would be burning red But it's golden Like daylight, like daylight Like daylight, like daylight I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I can never look away I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you Things will never be the same

steve who hears eddie telling wayne that things with steve are fun, just a fling. it's nothing serious, uncle wayne. i mean, it's steve harrington, how serious could it really be? wayne is a taciturn, quiet man and just shakes his head at eddie's foolishness. he knows his nephew is in love, but afraid. neither of them realize steve overheard. steve doesn't understand that eddie didn't mean 'it's steve harrington' as a slight against him, but rather, against eddie himself. it's steve harrington, how serious could he be about eddie munson? it's meant to be self-deprecating and vicious only to himself.

the word nothing repeats in steve's head for weeks. he pulls away from eddie, but tries to pretend nothing is wrong. as much as it hurts, he loves eddie and doesn't want to lose him. he knows he's running hot and cold, but he's trying to hold it together. they're relationship was a secret to nearly everyone. only robin knew and eddie's best friend jeff knew. and his uncle knew since steve nearly lived in the trailer.

he can't start acting weird around eddie without alerting the entire party that something is wrong. it hurts knowing eddie think he's nothing serious. that he's still king steve to eddie, that all the soft, romantic moments meant something very different to steve.

a few weeks of steve acting strange has eddie panicking. he thinks all of his fears are coming true, so he gets mean after steve sits on the other side of the couch, barely looking his way. he decides to confront him. says how he knew king steve would do this, that it was all just an experiment, bullshit even. how he should have known.

and steve hears that word from someone he loves again and it breaks him. he lets his old self out to handle things. steve goes cold and totally emotionless. he's unaffected, untouchable and this is nothing, bullshit and he won't cry in front of eddie. make them think you don't care he thinks to himself.

he rolls his eyes, scoffs and tells eddie's it's over. tells him to throw his shit out, to lose his number, that he's had his fun, and the fling is over. and he walks out of the trailer without looking back. the minute forest hills is out of sight, the mask drops and he falls apart. he has to pull over so he can sob until he can't breathe. he's not sure how long he stays parked in the dark, crying over the fact that he lost eddie. that after everything they went through, apparently eddie never really saw him and never actually loved him. steve figures the only thing he can do is pretend he's fine.

eddie is broken. he is so shocked by the way steve left, laughed at him when he broke things off that he can't even cry until his uncle comes home in the morning. he wanted to fight about it. wanted steve to fight for him and instead, his worst fear came true.

seeing his uncle's concerned face is all it takes for him to finally break down. he cries and tries explaining what happened. wayne so much as tells him that none of it makes a lick of sense because that boy is head over heels for you son. eddie is heartbroken, totally unaware that his cruel words are the catalyst to the whole breakup. even when steve throws the words right back to him, eddie never makes the connection.

eddie doesn't handle it well. he's visibly falling apart during campaigns, stops going to band practice. loses weight he really couldn't afford to lose. steve seems fine. he's carrying on as if they were never even together. it hurts so badly to see steve carry on as if they weren't together and hadn't just broken up. the only person who knows all the painful details is robin because steve is convinced that no one needs to know, that it would out eddie. she occasionally glares eddie's way, but stays out of it at steve's insistence.

privately, steve is truly a mess. he's cried more over the last few months more than he has in his entire life. he tries to be there for the kids, to put on a happy face so no one knows just how badly eddie hurt him, but he feels the way the kids stare at him. he feels their concern so he just tries to fake it better. he tries to go out on dates, but none of them mean a thing. he can't touch them or kiss them without wishing it was eddie. he throws up the first time he tries to kiss a girl outside her apartment. it's wrong, it's not eddie and he only wanted to kiss him.

steve sees the way eddie is wasting away. the kids tell him about how eddie's depressed, quit his band and doesn't bother with the campaigns he wrote. it infuriates steve because how dare eddie act like he's the heartbroken one. eddie is the one who didn't want steve, couldn't reciprocate the love steve felt. he heard him so much as tell uncle wayne that it was nothing. that they were an experiment, that eddie always viewed him as the shitty high school jock he couldn't seem to escape. it just made steve bitchier towards eddie, because how dare he?! he ignores the worried voice in his head that wants to go to eddie. the urge to care for him never seems to fully leave.

it's not until wayne and steve finally run into each other a few months after the breakup that steve starts to think maybe eddie's actually hurting. wayne is kind to him, but has that disappointed look in his eye that hurts worse than any angry words. wayne looks tired and when steve asks how he is, he sighs the worlds heaviest sigh. tells steve about how eddie isn't doing so good. won't eat, won't leave his room. that he's watching his boy waste away and that he still doesn't understand what even happened between the two of them.

which...confuses steve. steve tells him as much. mentions the conversation he overheard, that he knows eddie doesn't love him, doesn't see him that way. he admits that he's in love with eddie, that he only walked away because eddie basically told him to. that he tried to make things work even when he knew that eddie wanted something different.

he asks wayne to keep the conversation between the two of them because he thinks eddie just needs time to let go. all wayne says in return is that eddie can't let steve go because he cares for you steve. my nephew makes a lot of mistakes, but make no mistake, the boy's missing you something terrible. steve knows wayne would never lie to him.

while steve and wayne have their heart to heart, robin finally cracks and confronts eddie. if she has to listen to steve cry himself to sleep one more time, she might commit homicide. the whole thing is ridiculous because she saw the way eddie looked at steve. he was either the world's best actor or something else is going on. so she makes her way over to forest hills knowing steve is busy grocery shopping and running errands.

when eddie opens the door, she actually gasps out loud because he looks terrible. too skinny, dark circles under his eyes, hair a wreck. he's not even wearing his rings. all her righteous fury dissipates as she looks at eddie.

he's quiet, all the manic, quirky energy that surrounds him gone. he looks like a shell of the man she knew only a few months ago. she asks why he is so heartbroken if steve meant nothing to him. asks him why he cares so much over someone who was just a fling, an experiment? she tells eddie how steve heard him say those things to wayne, and still stayed until eddie called him king steve, an experiment, and bullshit that fateful night.

she tells him that steve is good at faking it, that he's done it all his life for his parents. she makes eddie listen as she tells him about the way steve cries himself to sleep every night. that he thinks he is unlovable. that he thought eddie was different. eddie's sobbing as robin tells him the unseen truth of just affected steve's been by their breakup.

he remembers that night he lied to wayne. he knew even wayne knew he was full of shit, just trying to guard his heart in a vulnerable moment. his steve...he would have only heard the words. eddie thinks he can feel the moment his heart finally cracks in two because this whole thing has been a severe misunderstanding that he caused. he knows steve is afraid of being too much. he knows his parents treated him like shit, made him feel like his love had to be earned and then made sure he could never fully earn it. knows about how nancy broke his heart. robin made sure to tell him that she also called him bullshit.

robin holds back his hair as the throws up. stays with him while he showers and helps him detangle his hair. lets him cry on her shoulder. she helps him clean his room and do his laundry and lets him talk it out. he admits that he is deeply in love with steve. he tells robin about how he lashed out when he felt steve drifting away from him. she makes him eat and drink some water. and then, she tells him it's time to make things right as she's leaving.

they're both realizing there has been a misunderstanding of epic proportion. eddie is sick knowing that steve heard him say things he didn't mean at all. steve's new knowledge means that eddie really is doing that badly. dustin and mike have been talking about how terrible he looks, but steve just thought it was teenage dramatics. they said he'd lost weight, wasn't eating. the urge to go see him is nearly impossible to ignore, but he's still not sure if he can... the words eddie said still replay in his mind.

he thinks of wayne, looking so concerned. thinks of the look on eddie's face the night he told him to lose his number, the shock on eddie's face as steve basically laughed at him as he broke it off. regardless of anything eddie said, steve is the one who said the words 'it's over'.

oh, my, god. steve feels ill because eddie thought steve considered him the experiment and that was the reason he'd been pulling away. they're fucking idiots, the both of them. months of heartbreak because they have the communication skills of repressed neanderthals. after a few hours of ruminating over all the ways he's fucked up, steve knows he has to make things right.

eddie is on his way out of the trailer to fix things when steve's bmw flies around the corner, skidding to a stop next to his van. he looks unhinged, like he's been crying and repeatedly running his hands through his hair. he's still in his family video vest and he's out of breath like he's run a marathon.

they stare at each other for a few moments before they start talking at the same time:

eddie: i'm so sorry, i didn't mean a goddamn word. steve: no, i'm sorry, i didn't even try to talk to you, i just acted all weird and you could tell something was wrong and- eddie: no this not on you stevie, i should have asked what was wrong, i lashed out because i was afraid you were leaving and- steve: no, i could have just talked to you, i love you so much and i was afraid you didn't feel the same way eddie: no, sweetheart i'm so in love with you, god it made me a little crazy and i was scared, wayne was asking me questions and i got defensive and i was totally lying. i love you so fucking much. steve: i'm so in love with you eddie: i don't think of you as king steve, i do see you steve, i know you. you are so easy to love, i promise. there is nothing about you that's bullshit. steve: i didn't want to leave that night, ed. i was so hurt and you said it was an experiment and i'm so stupid, i thought you meant it was that for you- eddie: hey, you are not stupid. we both fucked up, but i was mean and you were trying to protect yourself. steve: but i hurt you, baby you look like you haven't been taking care of yourself, please let me take care of you. eddie: we can take care of each other, love. i've missed you, please, forgive me? steve: only if you forgive me too.

they spend the next several weeks making up. it's a lot of physically reconnecting, of course, but it's also talking through everything. they want to be sure that they're communicating. this means talking through all the painful stuff, from the start of the issues and even before. it's eddie opening up about his urge to run whenever things get too good, that something will go wrong and that he's too much. it's steve explaining his deep seated fear he has to earn love and that he's never worthy of it unless he's done enough. they both have abandonment issues to work through, but they are committed to working through all of it together.

the heartbreak suffered during the six months they spent apart ends up transforming their relationship into something unshakeable. it's deeper, filled with a more encompassing love than before. it's pages of beautiful love songs that eddie can't help but write. it's steve knowing he'll follow eddie without a second thought once the band finally gets their big break. it's their beautiful future, golden like daylight, defined by love and no longer controlled by fear.

Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it go I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

#steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie angst #happily ever after of course #over 2k words of angst woo #steddie + taylor swift

[breedingfakeboys]

I love fakeboys who are just leaving the denial phase. How they'll still try to deny that they're only pretending, even when their pussy leaks every time they're called a good girl, or how they still think they're a boy when they wear pretty lingerie underneath their hoodie. But the best part is that despite all their adorable protests, they keep on coming back for more, because they're addicted to how good it feels to be called a girl.

#detrans kink #ftm detrans kink #fakeboy #ftm girl #detransition kink

[mirpuzzle]

I've been really curious about this, who are your top ten Yu-Gi-Oh characters?

Hello! 🌷 Usually, I only have a few favorites. So, aside from the first three, the rest is constantly changing. I'll try to put them in order (all under the cut).

♡. 10 ── Carly Nagisa (5Ds)

What's not to love about her? She's funny, pretty, and a complete mess of a person. She gets in all sorts of trouble, all because she's trying to make a living. I like it when she gets screen time.

♡. 9 ── Noa Kaiba (DM)

He was my favorite as a kid, so I still have a special place in my heart for him. His story made me cry. He did not deserve that. He only wanted others to understand him. You're valid, Noa.

♡. 8 ── Yusei Fudo (5Ds)

It's rare for me to favor a protagonist. That's how you know he's good. This man is a blessing to Yugioh. He has a natural charisma that's impossible to ignore. He's perfect.

♡. 7 ── Bandit Keith (DM)

...I think. I have mixed feelings toward him. I don't even know why he's on this list. I keep going to him in games where Kotsuzuka is not there. So, that must mean I like him, right? I'm confused.

Cross Duel showed me he can be really nice to you if you help him win. I appreciate how he helps other duelists fortify their decks, using the themes they originally had instead of giving them a completely new deck. He cares.

While there's no excuse for what he did to Kotsuzuka and the boys, the fact that, behind that 'bad guy' front, there's a sad, broken man makes me feel bad for him. He deserves to heal.

♡. 6 ── Ryou Bakura (DM)

The anime doesn't do him justice. The more I learn about him through other fans and Duel Links, the more I like him. He's a precious cream puff who likes spooky stuff and is treated terribly by almost everyone. He deserves better (friends).

♡. 5 ── Divine (5Ds)

This man is terrible in every way, and that's the point. I hate that his character was designed to be hated. He gets no backstory, no redemption arc, no nothing. I pity him. He's the worst. I love this guy.

♡. 4 ── Thief King Bakura (DM)

PLEASE give this guy a break. He has gone through enough.

♡. 3 ── Kiyoshi Takaido & Satake (DM)

They share third place because I can't have one without the other. I automatically started loving them because they're close friends with Kotsuzuka. I like that they care about him. These guys have so much potential to explore, and it's a shame we see so little of them.

They're not 'Keith's lackeys'. They're duelists in their own right. They have ambitions and aspirations. They just didn't get to be in the spotlight.

♡. 2 ── Yami Bakura (DM)

Sometimes switches places with Takaido and Satake but usually stays in second place. He's wickedly perfect. From his gorgeous design to how he pretends everything is part of his plan, even though he's literally dissipating into nothingness. And he has the nerve to make empty threats that he never carries out. And I love him for that.

There's something beautiful about this ancient evil spirit dedicating his existence to fulfill his objective - all while showing us that he can enjoy normal human activities, like playing games. The complexity of his character captivates me. You can study him for hours, and it will still take you a while to figure him out due to his confusing lore.

The way he makes others suffer causes me to have mixed feelings. Sure, I love angst. I just wish there were some feelings involved.

Seeing him make enemies with almost everyone he crosses paths with makes me think he wants to keep everyone away, and that's sad. I want him to care about someone other than himself. I want someone to care about him.

♡. 1 ── Ghost Kotsuzuka (DM)

Yes, that one guy who's known for using Zombie-Type monsters. That short, spooky 15-year-old who walks around hunched over pretending to be a ghost, not realizing he's too cute to be scary. That naive boy who trusted the wrong person and then was unlucky enough to cross paths with the main antagonist. He's my favorite.

I love him. The way his eyes light up when he talks about the things he likes is adorable. I could listen to him gush about ghosts for hours.

His character tends to be frustratingly misinterpreted and overlooked. It's sad that some people think of him as nothing more than collateral damage to Yami Bakura's 'mischief'. He deserves better than that.

When you see past his 'side antagonist' role, you realize he's a precious little guy who's trying his best. Behind that ghostly, mischievous smile, there's a lost youth looking for guidance from a 'big bro' figure he can look up to, whether he realizes this or not.

Despite the differences in his characterization between the manga, anime, and games, one thing remains consistent. He grows into someone who wants to prove he can duel by himself.

But what does he get? Nothing but pain. Betrayed, deceived, ending up dead or lost in the darkness, condemned in almost every canon, with only his sentient Duel Links data to remember him by.

He only wanted to duel.

---------------------ꕥ

I'll stop here. Otherwise, I'll be talking about Kotsuzuka for hours. Thank you so much for the ask! ♡ Sorry that it took a while. I was struggling to organize what I wanted to say for some of the characters, and I wanted to add some art :3

Keep in mind that I've only seen Duel Monsters and the first half of 5Ds, so there are many characters I don't know yet.

#yugioh #yami bakura #ghost kotsuzuka #kiyoshi takaido #satake #bonz #Bandit Keith #Yami Bakura talk #Kotsuzuka talk #Bandit Keith talk #Yugioh talk #Duel Monsters #yugioh sid #yugioh zygor #Takaido #yugioh fanart #fanart #my art #yugioh 5ds #yugioh bonz

[leclercsluvs]

CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 6

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

an: i'm not really sure who she should end up with in the end, so if please do let me know if it should be charles or daniel pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

(don't mind the times, they aren't really important)

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris and 2.985.572 others yourusername got a few photos this weekend (don't let him tell you otherwise, he was NOT asleep in the last photo) tagged: danielricciardo

danielricciardo now why woud you lie? i very much was asleep.

yourusername no one looks that cute (except for maybe lando) asleep. dont deny it. you asked me to take a photo of you pretending to sleep danielricciardo wow why dont you go be with lando then 💔 landonorris well you can't deny, i do look adorable when i sleep danielricciardo do not start, or i'll take away your trophy. landonorris yourusername i don't look cute when i sleep yourusername fine danielricciardo we can pretend you were asleep

ricsbestglam he's literally shining! haven't seem him this happy since he was in red bull with max

wrldof3 no literally like they seem so happy! i love them so much🥹

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and 3.736.193 others yourusername went on a nice little vacation in between races, he got us matching hoodies 🥰 tagged: danielricciardo

danielricciardo couple goals fr 🤗

yourusername the exact reasoning you gave me to get permission to buy the hoodies (i don't know why you felt you needed permission LMAO) danielricciardo i'm just very considerate :) landonorris unlike other people 👀

sharlslvr charles is back in the likes????

f1wagsupdates

liked by leclvr, sharlswiftie and 825 others f1wagsupdate charles has been looking extra happy lately, however his girlfriend has not been seen lately, though he's always smiling at his phone. do we think they're texing? tagged: charles_leclerc

leclvr want me to be honest? i think they broke up. she went to every single race before, and now she doesn't? if my sources are correct, she hasn't been to 4 races atp, which seems a little weird since she went to all the previous ones.

scfty/n my theory is he's texting yourusername trying to win her back. he started liking her posts again. i even caught him using a song of hers in his story. leclvr wait are you fr?? no way!! lowkey praying it's her i loved seeing her support him 😍 y/nswrld no because same!! and her and daniel does look happy, but i miss seeing her in ferrari and red 😔

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, arthur_leclerc and 2.364.923 others charles_leclerc sent some flowers to my favorite girl today. hope you like them <3

carlossainz55 they are lovely mate! who were they truly for?

charles_leclerc my girl. as i said carlossainz55 not girlfriend? charles_leclerc if she would let me, i'd call her my wife, but i probably need to put in some work for that carlossainz55 you did not answer my question 🤨 charles_leclerc can't call her my girlfriend yet 🤷‍♂️

sharlswrld GUYS ARE WE SEEING HIS AND CARLOS LITTLE CONVO???? does this mean he sent flowers to someone else? someone he want to call his WIFE?? him and his girlfriend like JUST broke up and he's already moved one?? good riddance LMAO

scfty/n omg now stay with me. what if he's talking about yourusername???? like he's been back liking her posts (which he stopped during after their breakup) and he broke up with his girlfriend who we never got a name for? were they even that serious? y/nsnonsense omg no because we all saw the posts he made for y/n and he never made any for his girlfriend after? and he did never take those photos down. i'm thinking pr relationship 🤷‍♀️ y/nswrld omg you're so right! but heres the problem.. y/n and daniel are still together. so why would he be sending flowers to her? scfty/n to win her back ofc duuuh

yourusername

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3.729.391 others yourusername got sent some beautiful flowers in my favorite color the other day. couldn't resist making a little photoshoot. 📸yourbff tagged: yourbff

danielricciardo god how do you manage to look so gorgeous all the damn time? 🤩

yourusername i was just born like that i guess yourbff we love a supportive boyfriend yourfriend do you not remember him literally chanting and hyping her up behind the camera? yourbff i do indeed

landonorris those look suspiciously a lot like the flowers from charles' post 🤨

yourusername are you being fr right now? landonorris wait you didn't know who sent them? yourusername no clues at all landonorris you have to go check out his post. they're like identical

scfty/n did lando just confirm that charles did in fact send these to y/n???

sharlvr i think he did. i don't know how to feel about this ngl y/nsleclerc omg omg omg it's happening THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER scfty/n hmm think about the fact y/n has a new boyfriend and charles treated her horribly while they were together. chill a little lmao

that's all for this part. i don't know how long this actually is. i also didn't proofread it, so sorry if there's spelling mistakes lol i hope you enjoy this, i'm lowkey stressing with getting charles to "be better" but i'm doing my best lmao

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 smau #f1 x female reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you #formula one smau #formula one x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo c reader #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc

[ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys]

hiii love your hcs so much 😭 could you pls do some about jameson being jealous? like some guy is hitting on avery and he just so doesn’t like it or sth like that

also have the nicest day!!

yess!! @x-liv25-jamieswife did a bunch of these with me, go follow her!!

~ when someone is flirting with her, he'll be petty and grab her and start making out with her in front of them (if the person knows that they're dating)

~ if the person doesn't know that they're dating, while the person is there he'll call her all of the nicknames (my heiress, pretty girl. etc)

~ if she's uncomfortable by the person, he'll pull her to his chest by the waist or like lay his head on top of her head and stuff like that ykkk

~ there have been MANY times when jameson has almost gotten physically violent with someone who flirted with her and the only thing that stopped him was avery telling him not to

~ expanding on that, he would rant to avery about how annoying he thought rohan was (ROHAN FLIRTING WITH AVERY IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE BAHAHA)

~ when he sees someone trying to get too close to her, he'll come up behind her and hug her while she's talking to them while giving them a DEATH. STARE

~ HAND ON THE THIGH THING. THAT'S ALL I'M GONNA SAY (he's so fine help???)

~ there are plenty of people online that think avery is attractive and jameson always comments on posts about it as a joke (kinda....?)

~ he checks on her after they hit on her just to make sure that she's okay yk

~ whenever avery asks him about being jealous later, he always pretends that he wasn't even though he obviously was

#averyjameson #jennifer lynn barnes #the inheritance games #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the grandest game #the brothers hawthorne

[eggcats]

I got distracted thinking about Housewife Vox, and if I had Vox's powers, I'd have blown out the city's power grid. So this is a completely self-indulgent (with some nsfw-ish near the end) fic offshoot of that post.

The other post you can choose to be one-sided, but this RadioStatic is reciprocated here. You were warned.

There's like, quite literally over 3k words here, and none of the (mild) nsfw-ish stuff doesn't even start until we hit 2k. Oops.

--

Alastor isn't completely unaware he's essentially kidnapped someone to live with him, in a way that could be misconstrued as a partner. He's been in hell for about 20 years, and before that, he lived in areas no one would exactly call....normal to typical white picket fence Americana. He's not completely ignorant of how it looks.

However, he's never been really good at noticing when other people have Those Kinds of feelings towards himself. (He doesn't feel those things, and so he doesn't even notice any supposed signals being sent). It's not even always intentional, it just never occurs to him that someone could (or would) be interested in him in such a way.

And so. He doesn't realize how Vox feels towards him. Not until he invites him to Cannibal Town to meet his beloved Rosie, and Vox can barely bring himself to be his typical charming self.

The tea is awkward, and Alastor is a little upset that, apparently, Vox is only okay with his cannibalism when it's not in his face - but isn't willing to accept it when he can't ignore it. Alastor is aware that his tastes are a little alarming to most of hell's population, but he thought Vox accepted it in him. (Perhaps he only made him dinner when it was venison because he could ignore the rest of it? Alastor assumed he usually prepared his sinner meat simply because he was the one bringing it in, but perhaps he was mistaken.)

It's not until the next time he visits his dear friend and he laments the issue when he discovers the truth. (He adores his Rosie, but the laughter she did in his face for his confusion he could have lived without. If he was any less of a gentleman, he would have mocked her snorting, but alas, his mother raised him better than that).

So now Alastor has to consider the fact that Vox himself is also aware of the strange dynamic they are living under and is apparently very interested in keeping it. (Even to the point of trying to scare off potential competition, an idea that is so laughable that he can't help but chuckle a bit.)

If that's the case, then he will simply continue on as normal. If he mentions him and Rosie simply being extremely close but neither having any romantic interest in the other before the next time he invites Vox to Cannibal Town, there's nothing more to it. (Vox's expression after doesn't do anything to him, nor is he pleasantly surprised how non-judgemental his picture box is when he isn't attempting to stake a non-contested claim. He also pointedly ignores any looks Rosie might be throwing him behind Vox's back.)

Alastor, therefore, believes himself to have resolved this "issue."

--

Vox, however, doesn't realize how blatant his affections are and is somehow convinced he's keeping them hidden. Vox, while enjoying PRETENDING to be a housewife to an attractive (cannibalistic, violent...oh, those teeth...) man, is terrified of accidentally crossing a line he's not aware of. He knows Alastor is okay with how they're currently operating, because Alastor is the one who created it. But, he hasn't shown any interest in anything MORE, and so Vox feels like he must content himself with just that - fantasies.

(If he sometimes imagines being swept off his feet when Alastor gets home and ravished on "their" marriage bed, well, that's between him and the walls).

Or it would be, if Alastor wasn't Alastor.

--

See. Alastor has a great deal of affection for Vox, but he's aware that they are in hell and that no one is here by accident. He doesn't LIKE the idea that Vox may simply be using his own interest for an advantage over him when he's vulnerable, but Alastor can't deny the very distinct possibility.

Even excepting that issue, Vox himself did not land in hell with the same right-out-the-gate power, and as it stands, any of Alastor's enemies would surely target Vox as a weakness of his. While certainly his picture box isn't completely as helpless as he likes to pretend, the idea of anyone even attempting to stake any kind of claim on him makes Alastor want to bite something.

So whenever he leaves, he uses his shadows to observe what Vox does on his own in Alastor's living space. He doesn't tell Vox this for a magnitude of reasons - wanting to see how he operates when he thinks he's alone, as well as Alastor having the ability to self-reflect enough to know his possessive ownership of things he considers HIS isn't something most others are okay with when that comes to other people.

(Alastor will find out later that Vox is absolutely more than okay with Alastor considering him his and very much LIKES his possessive attitude).

And for the most part, Vox doesn't do anything of note. Alastor has his shadows keep watch on him, but to allow Vox his privacy, he doesn't actually have them report directly or watch through them - unless his shadows believe something is relevant for him to see. So for a few weeks, his shadows presence around Vox when he is away is more of a security measure than anything else.

But eventually, they pick up on something strange. It's not a lot at a time, but it seems like Vox has taken it upon himself to steal small amounts of money from him. Alastor tries to negate this by simply inviting Vox shopping along with him and allowing him to choose whatever he wants to purchase. Alastor has even suggested Vox going shopping with his money on his own (while being protected from the shadows, of course) but even that was rejected.

Alastor can't understand any of it. He would understand if Vox was looking for some kind of escape from living with him, but the one (and only) time Alastor suggested Vox having his own place to live, Vox looked like he had shot his beloved pet in front of him. (Alastor is ignoring how pleased he is by this response. He didn't WANT his Vox to leave, but he refuses to be a similar man to his father and force him to. He enjoys treating Vox as if he belongs to him, but he wants Vox to want the leash - and not force it upon him).

Perhaps he simply enjoys theft. There are worse sins in hell, and it's not like Alastor is HIDING his money from him. The money would have undoubtedly been spent on his picture box regardless, so he doesn't mind as long as it brings him pleasure. To each their own.

Except one day after Alastor leaves, so does Vox. Which isn't completely unheard of, but him taking the stolen cash IS enough of a deviation from normal that his shadows alert him about it.

So Alastor follows him, determined to understand how the mind of his picture box works (so he can take care of him better so he'll never leave). And Vox goes clothes shopping, which wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, except he (very poorly, his dear Vox is many things, but unnoticeable is not one of them) sneaks into the women's section and selects one, very simple, 1950s style dress.

Alastor wonders if he finally figured out the issue. For some reason, his Vox wants to wear women's clothing but isn't comfortable letting HIM know that. His dislike of both purchasing such items with Alastor (as well as simply shopping when Alastor would be aware he is, and expect to see what was purchased) makes sense to him.

This is easily solved. The idea that Alastor would CARE what clothing his picture box wants to wear is laughable - cannibalism is fine, but a dress is too far? Ridiculous.

He knows Vox has not been in hell for very long, so perhaps he hasn't yet realized that such societal taboos are generally accepted, considering the large magnitude of sins the rest of the population has committed. Not to mention that even while he was alive, he knew a great deal of people who regularly cross-dressed (such people were generally rejected by society enough to not care about anything society rejected about HIM).

Alastor is a little personally upset that his picture box believes HIMSELF to be someone who would be upset by something so minor, but perhaps they simply haven't lived together long enough. Regardless, now Alastor has a solution to this theft issue, and then he can purchase as many clothes, in whichever styles, for his dear. And perhaps he'll come to him the next time he wishes for something of his own.

Issue number two, resolved.

--

Sort of.

Vox has been planning this outing for months. He's been meticulous about only taking small amounts of money at a time to avoid detection. Vox is fairly certain Alastor doesn't suspect a thing - or else why would he continue to let his money be unguarded around him or take him on shopping trips and buying whatever he happens to look at for more than a few seconds.

Surely, if Alastor noticed the small amounts of change going missing every so often, he'd kick Vox out. (The time Alastor suggested he find his own place, he's certain his heart stopped for the second time. Luckily, before he could say anything incriminating about how much he WANTED to live with Alastor, he changed his mind about removing Vox from his life).

He knows it's a big risk, but a part of him NEEDS to fully embrace this fantasy of being a housewife. It's all he can think about.

(He might have convinced himself that if he can have one (1) singular self-indulgent fantasy to his heart's content on a day he knows Alastor will be gone, maybe he can put this behind him and stop wishing for more than he can have. It's one thing to pretend to be his housewife, but he knows it will never happen - if he can just get it out of his system, maybe he can Stop This Nonsense).

The entire walk to the clothing store Vox feels like he's being watched. Which he KNOWS is ridiculous - the only time anyone ever pays him any attention is when he's next to Alastor - but the feeling persists. It makes him even more anxious about this purchase than he already is (but he's committed at this point so he can't quit now).

Vox selects a fairly modest dress in a style that he had seen any number of women wearing when he was alive. (He tries to ignore how he has to make sure it buttons up due to his head. He's only insecure about it when he thinks about it, so if he ignores it, he can pretend he looks like anyone else).

He makes it back home to Alastor's place with plenty of time before he's due to be back, and so he wastes no time in changing.

--

When Vox returns home, Alastor fully intended on leaving his shadow and no longer observing him. The only thing he wanted to make sure was that he returned before Vox had the chance to change out of his dress, so Alastor could show what a good mate how little he cared about such frivolous things and perhaps be permitted to help him select such clothing on his next outing.

However, Vox's sudden utterance of his name was certainly unexpected. Alastor almost left his shadows, certain (somehow) he had been caught and spotted, and planned on how to explain his observation in a way that Didn't alarm his partner. 

Except. Nothing about whatever else Vox is doing seems to indicate that he knows Alastor is watching. Vox seems to be having an internal conversation with some imaginary version of himself, as he seems to be responding to words that no one (and certainly not Alastor) is saying. This is a unique development that Alastor did not anticipate, and he is not entirely certain how to continue from here. Certainly, Vox is under the assumption that he is alone now, but everything else he is doing indicates that on some level he is pretending Alastor is also with him. 

Surely the correct thing to do would be to watch to make sure he has not missed anything with Vox’s recent behavior towards himself. 

Nothing catches Alastor quite off guard more than when Vox suddenly tosses himself onto his own bed, with a breathy “Oh, Alastor!” accompanying it. This is certainly something the real Alastor has never done, and he is currently uncertain why the sudden imitation is being performed. 

Until Vox begins to touch himself (while continuing to say his name) and suddenly Alastor realizes what is going on. 

Oh. That’s. Unexpected. 

Is this the reason for the dress purchase? Or are they unrelated? Certainly Vox has never done quite so intimate things while saying his name before, as there is no way his shadows would NOT inform him of such activity. Does the dress arouse him in this way, or-?

Oh. Vox seems to have purchased the appropriate panties for such an outfit as well. Alastor has quite a good view now, and can see just how excited his picture box is with this apparent fantasy. He hasn’t removed any clothes yet, but considering his breathy whines and moans this is not a deterrent in the least (perhaps it enhances the sensation)?

This is quite the new development and Alastor isn’t quite certain what would be the most appropriate course of action. Certainly, despite his words saying otherwise, Vox is very unaware of just what show he is putting on for Alastor. Typically the correct course of action would be to leave him his own privacy.

But for whatever reason Alastor cannot turn his eyes away. 

Alastor knows himself, and his wants and desires and has never felt the desire or need to do such carnal actions, such as those being performed in his name. However, it never occurred to him how pleasing it could be to hear his name being spoken in such needy tones. He knows he quite enjoys it when those he is tearing apart are begging for mercy, but it never occurred to him that he might enjoy the same things in a dramatically different context. 

Alastor watches as Vox raises his dress, and begins to touch himself through his panties. Despite being clothed, he can see everything quite clearly and watches as Vox becomes more and more aroused. It’s not until a breathy “Alastor, please!” is uttered that Vox finally shoves down his panties and takes himself properly in his hand. It’s….quite a captivating sight. 

He watches as Vox becomes more and more excited, his mouth open as he pants, little digital hearts visible in his eyes, and a constant array of gasps and moans of his name being sung into the air above him. It’s more entrancing than anything he has ever seen before, and Alastor can understand wanting someone to desire you if this is how it looks to be worshiped. 

Alastor will purchase him the entire clothing store if this is his response to such clothing. So help him, Vox will never wear pants again if he can help it. 

It doesn’t take long for Vox to bring himself to completion, with a crescendo of Alastor’s name that he will save in his microphone for all of eternity, lest he dare forget the beauty of it. Alastor has not seen anything more divine than Vox with his back arched, crying his name, as he finishes all over himself with just the imagination of Alastor being there. 

Vox will never be allowed to utter another name from his mouth in such a way or Alastor will rip their spine out of their mouth for even daring to attempt it. Vox belongs to him, and he will never make those noises or put on a show for anyone other than Alastor (even if he has to chain his soul to himself to prevent it).

Alastor watches as Vox recovers, panting and coming down from his euphoria, and considers his next move. He is…unsure…how to broach such a topic to him, as this is nowhere near his specialty and such actions typically do not arouse much interest in him. 

He had plans for providing Vox the dresses and other clothing he desired, but bringing up these specific desires has never before been something he has ever wanted. (But oh, how he now wants). It’s a unique experience to want to watch as Vox takes himself apart for him (wanting to take him apart himself) but not simply just wanting it as seemingly others do. 

However, he is broken from his reverie by the noise of crying, and not the delicious version that he was just privy to. No, these are tears born of heartbreak and Alastor is both confused and alarmed by their appearance. Surely this type of self-pleasure is supposed to be pleasurable to the one doing it, or else why would anyone ever do such a thing? 

Why is his beautiful noisy picture box upset and who does he have to gut to prevent it from ever happening again?

He watches as Vox hugs himself on his bed and mumbles something that sounds alarmingly like “Stupid, like he’d ever want something that looks like you….” and Alastor is leaving his shadows before he even realizes he’s doing it. Before Vox notices he’s no longer alone, Alastor has wrapped his arms around him and holds him tight.

(Vox might have yelped in surprise and accidentally shocked Alastor in his charming way where he can’t control his electrical impulses. Alastor responds with his own pleasing radio waves to relax his current until it returns to normal). 

It seems to take a second for Vox to realize that Alastor being present means that he must have in some way witnessed his previous actions (and can certainly see not only him in a dress, but one that is very clearly wrecked in one very specific way). It is always so fascinating to watch how emotions play out on the face of his picture box, and this is no exception. However, before Vox can once again send himself down into the pit of self-loathing, Alastor hums a tune and rubs his own cheek against Vox’s.

--

“I must know. Was this a response to the dress or myself?”

“Wh-what?!”

“Regardless, I will purchase whatever dresses you desire if this is the result. My only requirement is that you allow me to be present next time.”

“H-how…?! What? Uh….I mean….you’re not…mad?”

“Why on earth would I be upset? Unless of course you meant to do this in a way where you would refuse my participation or observations, in which case I will lock you away until you change your mind.” 

“You-you WANT to be involved? But you’ve never-?”

“Oh certainly! While I’ve never desired such things for myself, watching you desire them is certainly an experience I would like to have! You are such a fascinating creature, darling, and I must keep such things all to myself.” 

“Can….can I kiss you?”

--

While doing such actions has never been something Alastor has had much interest in, doing them with Vox and watching his responses to them is quite another story. Left to his own devices, he would never desire such things nor wish to do any of them - but looking into the shy and hopeful eyes of his delightful picture box changes his perspective quite a bit. He has the most entertaining and pleasing responses to quite literally anything Alastor does to him, and it is quite enthralling the effect he has on the other.

He will be holding onto him for as long as he can, digging his claws into Vox so deeply that he will not ever be able to even imagine an afterlife without Alastor present.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #radiostatic #staticradio #staticlovetune #i think thats the reciprocal one #help ive fallen in 2sided radiostatic and i cant get up #fic #mine #be nice to me ive never actually written anything more than a fic prompt #but this wont leave my head so i have to write it or perish #also vox crossdresses a bit here bc housewife vox is too hot of a image to contain itself #wow i wrote a lot of words #watch as Alastor becomes more and more possessive as this goes on lmao #he witnessed vox pleasure himself to him once and was immediately like i will destroy anyone who even thinks of you like this you are MINE

[liminsendhelp]

Don't pet the flea cat

Price×f!reader

This chapter contains references to blood and meat and torture. Angst. Our main character is getting worse.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

You, no joke, wanted to scream. As you suspected, the TF141 hadn't been at the base for over a month. They left at night, and you stared at the tail of the helicopter for a long time. You didn't even go out to say goodbye to it. Not having the right to do that was depressing, but sobering. You managed to forget reality.

Over the days, you could chase away thoughts of Price. He was there for you. Now you were starting to realise with horror that you were worried.

You sat down with your victim friends, wrapping a net of understanding around them to get to the bottom of it. You gossiped with your secretary, clearly wanting to get you into bed after realising you were single and not quite heterosexual. You were still training, just without John Price. Day in, day out, day in, day out. So after a week, bored with no grams of infused black humour around, no fair grades, no adorable buzzing and warm cow eyes, no four fuckers you swore you couldn't stand, you began to hate the world even more. Everything seemed bland.

"I swear I'll kill someone." You say at the table on a Monday morning. The sacrificial lambs around you, grinning sweetly as you burn holes in the idiots at the other tables. "You can't." "I have the guts." "And the skills?"

You turn your head sharply towards the black-eyed girl across the table. She's always so genuinely right that at first you don't even realise the suggestion in her words.

"Really?"

And she…nods. The other victims at the table nod, too.

So yeah, you're not bored anymore. You're hurt and hurt every day, now you're also angry. They come to the hall in the mornings, someone new every day, in shifts so that only one person is not in place. They torture you in fights, stances, kicks, punches, somersaults, jumps, reflexes and planks. And you keep quiet. Because you know, each to their own degree, that you are motivated by only one desire - to prove their weakness.

They're scared, sometimes. From the outside, you look empty. Like a shell of a person, not yet torn open to release a ripe monster. They let you joke and chatter, and you stay silent, focused on not hurting anyone. Exactly until you're knocked down time after time, your nose, your lip smashed, hurt. Until you're humiliated. That's when you stop thinking and start killing. It's probably the same therapeutic experience for them. They're trying to put themselves in their past place, the victim's place, and control their loss.

Because you're repulsive, fierce. Your body is big and soft, strong unpredictably, fast desperately. You feel no pain while you're held in a grapple. As opposed to your hips choking you, you squeeze your hands on their throats so hard they almost pass out. When they throw you over their shoulder and you instantly spit out your mouthpiece, ripping the t-shirt on your sparring partner with your teeth because you don't have time to get your hands on it. And if you get clipped, you fall over invariably with a roll to your feet to saddle up and bash their head against the floor.

Because you are violence. Ordinary, domestic, smelling of cheap beer and domestic tyranny. They could be the same if they saw entirely the norm they are prescribed in the morning as a cure for dissent. After all, the victim has two choices. Either kill or die.

"You've got to stop doing that. It's just a workout, no one's going to hurt you more than they need to." "I know. Sometimes, just, you know… No, just forgive." "Tough childhood, huh?"

You don't stop the play. Knowing you're just taking your anger, frustration and stress out on them, you cover yourself by pretending you're out of control. Like you remember how to let it go. But they feel pity. They don't see the rotten fangs beneath the lambskin you barely pulled on. And the days go by again, and you find entertainment again, and you start to trust more and more again. And the confessions pile up on you, and the tape recorder in your pocket won't stop writing, and the secretary helps you get to the right documents. She thinks she's doing a great job with you. You're just hoping for a chance to dig deeper.

You want to find something new, not just to gather statistics, but to run an arse-blowing campaign. Let everything burn with fire while you air your dirty laundry in public. You won't admit, even to yourself, that you just need a surprised expression on Price's face. And after, of course, approval. As if yes, that's what you could have found, just you. To help them throw the rats off the ship.

And to have Ghost. Satisfied only that his hopes were fulfilled.

One pat on the shoulder. One dry nod. You're not asking much. You'd like more.

…

It's fucking hot in here. In the stifling heat, they sat in the basement of the manor. Kings of our world. Their guards piled up near the secret passage in the catacombs.

There are five groups in all. The first will start firing, a diversionary tactic. The second wait inside the walls of the house. The smallest group of all, necessary for the right direction of movement. The third are in the woods surrounding the estate, clearing the field of local patrols. Fourths. "The Attic. Gas on the upper floors, with them, to prevent anyone escaping by helicopter.

And their group. In the basement, with the fuming air, waiting for the team. Each of them wouldn't mind finishing things themselves. But no, it has to be done quietly. Somehow John knows, senses something's going to happen.

Something's already happening.

The signal for action, the steady breathing, the orders. One single wound, and it's a tangential one. It's all coming out really quietly and quickly. Through the same hot catacombs, they lead the cartel goons to armoured trucks with not very friendly guards inside.

Everything goes quietly. The only thing that could ruin the operation is that the Attic group fails to shoot down the almost-mafia-head's helicopter in time. The smoking structure falls not into the woods, but exactly into the right wing of the estate, only to crash and tear up the ground beneath it. But even that doesn't stop the operatives from pushing the fugitives to the basement. All four teams, leading the disarmed and bound defendants, successfully convoy the men to the underground prison. Anxiety not subsiding, John puts a hand to his chest, in the place where a slim book from her collection would be hiding beneath his body armour if… if he asked directly. He would do so before the next mission, and carry a piece of literary reproach close to his heart. Yes, that's right, as soon as he gets there. And will sign an authorisation to access information about himself in case he dies. For scientific purposes. Then it won't make any difference. And no arsehole's gonna take that psychopath's rights away from her. Ghost will see to it that his will is carried out.

The initial interrogation entrusted to their care goes unnecessarily smoothly, too. John blushes away the smiles he sees on the faces of the cartel gangsters so as not to lose his temper.

Three hours later they're recalled to base, and that seems odd to him too. His gut doesn't fail, half an hour later the order changes, they're being redirected. Just their group.

"What's wrong?"

Laswell looks at him from across the table. New mission, heightened urgency, out in five minutes, helicopter will be arriving shortly. John glumly rereads the short brief.

"Something's wrong."

…

Something's wrong. You haven't seen Him in a month. Idiot soldiers, higher ups, yes even your lambs have been quietly alarmed. Dead. That's fine. You hadn't dismissed the possibility, and you were already grieving for Him endlessly. You had no right to show any emotion. You just knew that there were no more people in the dining room who seemed to be predators. You just saw that you had no place in that silence. So work. Work again. Bad habit. If he's dead, you have no-one to be ashamed of where you stuck your nose in.

Medical records label rape as "sharp pain in the lower abdomen." If the victim couldn't remember anything because of the opium, it was labelled "poisoning", if she recognised her attacker it was "cramps due to stress", if she saw but didn't know her attacker it was "suspected ulcer".

The latter cases had additional captions. "Sent for gastroscopy/ultrasound." eaquals to "investigation cited". Positive and negative results respectively implied a found and not found rapist.

Need I mention that ulcers were almost never detected? The patients turned out to be completely healthy. What distinguished rape cases from real cases of GI problems was the number of days off officially prescribed to the patient. More than three days was a bell; more than a week was a bell. There were two cases that imprinted themselves on your memory. The body, accustomed to cruelty and injustice, analysed the data on two month-long leaves and jerked. The first name is classified. The second was a woman who retired a year ago.

Thousands and thousands of military personnel. Only fifteen cases you could pull evidence from.

Fifty suspicious coincidences you couldn't explain.

Hundreds of rapes that never reached you.

And that's considering that any sexual encounter here was severely punished. Rape didn't just mean getting fired. A man would just disappear. He'd go on a mission and never show up. And this, of course, after months of boycott. No one would touch him, no one would communicate with him, no one would treat him as a human being. Rumour. The same rumours. Ghost stood hawkishly guardian of this policy. Of course, the command took liberties. The mass of nurses interviewed laughed coquettishly and outright bawled as they recalled advances from half-dead military men (it's worth mentioning that most of them were still alive). But no one confessed to the relationship, only discussed the varieties of genitalia that had passed through the strong hands of the medics. You didn't bother to use your knowledge of medical records. Anxiously smoking a smoking cigarette butt outside the medical block, you stared at the wall.

He was smiling so sweetly. Like a bear.

"What, Capitainess, are you sad?"

The sweet German woman - your secretary's best friend - was somehow luscious and unpleasantly warm. She smelt of blood all the time, and worked four-handedly at donation and "in confidence and as needed" in pathology.

You remain silent, examining her sly expression. It's not that you don't get along, quite the opposite. Which is why you allow her to mock you a little. To try and bite you. "Do you think yours will be here soon?" "Anticipating the autopsy already?" You mutter. "Oh, yeah, I love marbled beef. Did you see those shoulders? That dad bod." "He doesn't have any…" You begin, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Gotcha" she exclaims victoriously and your smile becomes much more noticeable than it was a second ago. "So you're looking at him!" Instead of answering, you toss your cigarette into the nearest rubbish bin and wait for the continuation.

The continuation doesn't come for several minutes as you stare into the surprisingly clear sky. Your hands are in your pockets, your lip between your teeth bitten to a bloody pulp.

"Is he alive?" You whisper. "Most likely. I've been here five years. Rumour has it he once commanded an operation right after he was rescued from captivity. And, I know you're not kidding yourself about that, but he really is a threat. A lethal one. He'll get out on his own." "Or he'll be dragged out." "More like dragged away." It sounds from behind you. You turn around to see an aggressive soldier handing you a cigarette. You smoke in silence. He claps you on the shoulder. "They're supposed to decide tomorrow whether they're sending my unit on its first operation. Nothing much, since the strongest positions are occupied by… whatever they're occupied with." "Back-up?" It's probably the simplicity of your interest in his answer. For a second, in those clear colours of the sun, you seem a little smaller, weaker. The desire to help rears its head. "Not only." He replies. You press your lips together.

The situation only gets more tense. The groups are coming back. Everyone is coming back. Gaz returns in such nervous overload that he can't unclench the hand he's been pressing against Soap's wound. He is silent and doesn't laugh. You look at him quite close, hiding behind the doctors and nurses. That white coat of yours, that skill of yours, that fucking charm of yours. The sight of Gaza is stupefying. The sight of Soap, pale, hooked up to a life support machine, terrifies you. The same iceberg, knocking you cold every time you see the last shots before the cameraman dies. The second before the explosion, those not yet shot run in silent panic. The second before the beast attacks. The recording cuts off only when the battery dies, already after the owner's screams have ended. The second before the shrill sobs of a girl being raped in a circle. That moment of helplessness behind the screen when you see and can't stop watching. When you are a participant and a perpetrator.

Gaz has been silent for a week. Soap is still in a coma. You move the laptop into the medics' lounge. On the floor by the socket, all black and dirty. You've lost seven kilos from the stress. On the floor next to you is one of the nurses' old thermos. You drew a small abstraction of stars and lines on her ankle with a black marker. The drawing is almost washed away, but you see its outline when her feet in crocs stop next to your knee. She shares a meal with you every day. You don't thank her, but you slip her a candy bar or ten quid or a sticker drawing. Your paper now has more than just a skeleton, it has substance. It's almost a good research paper. When you're allowed, you visit Gaza. Sometimes it's ten minutes, sometimes it's half an hour. On the first day, you simply reach out for him to put his palm into the embrace of your cracked fingers. His skin is just as rough and cold, but you can feel the pulse, and that rhythm lets you live, too. Now you come in with a book. You read Oscar Wilde's De Prófundis. Gaz is still silent, but his eyes warm and sparkle as he laughs from your sincerely-sarcastic-outraged intonations. Towards the end of the week, the book is finished, your paper has been sent to Dr Moon for another review, and your anxiety makes you stay on your feet steadier and fiercer. You dread going to sleep and finding out one of them is dead. Their faces looked like a mess when they arrived. Maybe they'd explain it to you, but you've already formed your own opinion. Your hands shake from the slight rise in blood pressure when you do more than just manipulate digitised information, but a real invasion. But. What were you supposed to do? The stolen medical records give insight into the anamnesis. Gaz doesn't speak for a reason. His tongue was cut off, not cauterised at the root, just wrapped in thin wire. The repair was emergency and only affected the major vessels. You think that's a good thing. If he heals well, he should be able to speak again. He'll probably have trouble recognising taste, but he'll be able to function almost fully. Two, three, five months and he'll be good as new. Soap's situation is much worse. Couple of shots to the torso.

Shattered lung, broken ribs, almost hit the heart. Second bullet punctured the liver. The third one tangentially grazed Soap's head. No brain damage, but damage to the skull. The injuries are severe, though not irreversible, but it will be difficult for him to regain his fighting ability. He'll be given an honourable rest. If he does come out of his coma. If he survives.

But he wasn't tortured. Most likely the macho man got out and sat in ambush, devising a plan to free himself. If Gaz was rescued by his forces, you weren't even going to give Soap an extra beating for kamikaze behaviour.

Moreover, you're on the verge of not doing the same.

But you're in luck. After a week in which you've never once been able to check on either Gaz or Soap, a wave passes through the entire base. It starts with the cobble-faced faces of the convoyers and the bags over the heads of the prisoners, and ends near you when one of your victim friends, bows.

"They'll be interrogating the ones who captured Cap and Lt."

A black veil rises before your eyes.

#limin #tf 141 #simon ghost riley #price cod #captain john price #captain price #price #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod

[gemini-sensei]

I want to go shopping with Hawk so he can chase away the scary over attentive store clerks who won’t stop talking to me if I even so much as look at an article of clothing

Need Hawk to give me those scary dog privileges so I can shop in peace 🐶

Scary Hawk Privileges 🦅

But seriously, if you ask him to go shopping with you, he wouldn't question it. He'll agree and drive you wherever you want to go. He stands around and thinks he's just there to carry your shipping bags while you look through rack of clothes. And to note, he doesn't mind. He actually loves it. He's there to serve you while you do your thing.

He wanders off once to ask the lady at the front if they have your size in the back of an article you're interested in. When he returns only to find some creepy employee talking to you while you try to ignore him, he's immediately pissed. He walks over and puts himself between you and the attentive employee.

He gets straight to the point too. "Fuck off."

And the clerk is offended. "Well that's rude. I was only trying to help-"

"They're obviously disinterested in your brand of kiss-ass, creepy 'help'. So just fuck off," Hawk tells him.

"What, so you think you can just swoop in and pretend to save them just so you can have them? Who's the creep now?"

And Hawk gets pissed. "I'm their boyfriend."

The dude's face grows pale. He can tell Hawk isn't bluffing by the way he maintains eye contact and is staring him down like he's a toothpick he's ready to snap. So he bows his head and finally heeds the warning, walking away so that he doesn't get his teeth knocked down his throat. He tries to take a few last chance glances, but Hawk is covering you with his body from his view.

He swears to you and himself he'll never leave your side again if that's the kind of treatment you get from guys like that. He understands why you asked him to join you and while he didn't mind tagging along before, he sees it as an honor to give you Scary Hawk Privileges.

#hawk moskowitz headcanons #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[love-islike-abomb]

Steel commanders

Cyborg!Roman Reigns x Esme (OC)

Credit to pic owner

For the rest of the cyborg series (this is number 3) Mr. Roboto (1) and Iron man (2)

Warnings: angst, smut, SciFi, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 1.8k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @wrestlingprincess80 @vebner37 @reignsxlove

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K6 had everything we needed. A breathable atmosphere, water, and plant and animal life for food. Humanity had found its new home. The sentinels had been destroyed by the black holes in the titan quarter, and our daughter was born 4 years ago! She had her daddy wrapped around her little finger! Finding them playing tea parties and him with a tiny little tea glass was adorable.

He also protected her from the dangers that were lurking around every corner. Human men were jealous that cyborgs were getting whatever woman they wanted even though they weren't totally human. The rise of the "I'm all man" movement made women fear for their safety. Their cyborg mates were being destroyed to get them alone. After a while only about 400 cyborgs remained. Their population had been reduced to 1/10th of its original size.

In an attempt to save the cyborg population, the powers that be introduced 500 more cyborgs into K6, and waited. In the wave of the "I'm all man" movement, some.cyborgs took it upon themselves create the equivalent of the cyborg police. They became known as the steel commanders!

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"Elana! Come on we gotta go!" I yelled , our daughter was always late, having no sense of time. I loved this little girl with all my heart, though she tested my patience more often then I'd like to admit. Her dad spoiled her! Whatever she wanted he got her! Toys, food, candy, you name it but I had to be the voice of reason a lot of times. I was the boring parent while he was the cool one.

I had almost finished packing her bag when her dad walked in the room "daddy!" She yelled. I put her down and as fast as her little legs could carry her she ran to him "Elana! Are you behaving for mommy?" He asked, and she giggled.

"she gets her onriness from you!" I laughed.

He put his hand on his chest, trying to add dramatic effect "me?" He said "I'm not onry!"

"shall I remind you?" I said, trying not to laugh "of the time you pretended to be in shutdown mode just to see me in the shower?"

He wiggled his eye brows "we can always try that again, only this time-"

I put my finger over his lip "not in front of our daughter!"

He rolled his eyes, giving me the dramatic "ugh!" As if he did nothing wrong "is daddy in trouble?" Elana asked.

I held back a giggle "not yet, but he's pushing it!"

"daddy behave!" She said pointing her little finger at him.

"yeah daddy! Behave!" I winked at him, his eyes giving away how much it turned.him on when I called him daddy but he was controlling himself. Our 4 year old was still in his arms after all. He put her down and she ran off to her toy room to play for a moment. I knew I was in for it! He walked up behind me pressing his bulge against my ass "you feel what you do to me?" He growled "I love it when you call me daddy!" I bit my lip, I loved him being romantic but there was something about his dominant side that made me want to let him ravage me!

"what if I have Danny come and take Elana to her place for a few hours? I'll have you begging for mercy by the end of the night!" He growled, kissing up my shoulder.

"daddy?" Elana said, running into the kitchen. Roman looked up at Elana and saw 2 men behind her "Elana who are they?" Roman asked, his guard going up.

"they're looking for mommy!" She said.

I immediately went into mama bear mode "Elana go to your room! Now!" I yelled, watching her run off. I'm so glad I had taught her to lock he door just in case situations like this arose.

"you stay away from my daughter!" I yelled, the men laughing in my face "Esme it's not your daughter we want!" He said, a twisted smirk forming on his face "it's you darlin! See your man here isn't like us! He's only half human!"

"and?" I scoffed "he's three times the man you'll ever be!" I could see irritation forming on his face "look bitch! You're coming with us whether you want to or not!"

Roman and I had been through this before. He stays behind making them think that he's harmless. This time however, they knew he was a cyborg. That wasn't to our advantage anymore. The only option I had left was Danny! Danny was next door to us. All I had to do was hit the wall hard enough and she would hear it but that would be to obvious at this stage. I had to be suttle and quick!

And then I remembered, the panel to my room had a panic mode. Danny would hear it and come rushing over!

I felt the man tug at my arm pulling me away from Roman. He may have known Roman was a cyborg but he was still clearly afraid of him. Roman could tear the man to pieces before he even knew what hit him.

"Let her go!" Roman yell.

"Or what, bolts? You gonna kill us?" The men laughed. I felt instant relief when they said that.

"I'll rip your limbs off and shove them down your throat!" Roman said, his tone was sinister, yet oddly calm. In a split second I heard screaming and the man let go of me. I ran to Elana's room "Elana it's mommy! Open the door!" I heard the bolt unlock and the door opened "come ere, cover your ears and shut your eyes!" She plugged her little fingers in her ears. I shut my eyes, waiting for the screams of Terror and pain to stop.

I heard Romans cyborg voice take over him and I knew it was almost over "you'll never touch my wife or daughter again!" He yelled, before I heard the mans muffled gargled screams. Eventually they stopped, and I heard a loud thump. Roman had dropped his body to the floor.

I pounded in the wall to let Danny know that we needed her.

"Elana, Esme!!" Roman yelled, letting us know it was safe to come out. Elana hopped off my lap and walked to the door, slowly pulling it open "Elana! Are you alright, princess?" He smiled, opening his arms, embracing her as she ran to him "don't ever let strange people in again princess, ok?"

"I'm sorry daddy!" She said.

"where's your mother?" He asked.

"right here!" I smiled, walking towards him. All three of us stood there for a moment, wrapped in a giant embrace "I love my girl!" He smiled, kissing Elana on her forehead.

"I love you to daddy!" She said, as he turned to me, giving me a kiss "ewww!" Elana said, making us both laugh. A knock on the door brought us all out of the moment "Esme? It's Danny! Is everything ok?"

I walked over to the door, putting my hand on the panel. Danny's worried face met me when the door opened.

"esme you had me worried! I tho-" she stopped when she saw the limbs of the men scattered around "y'all don't get any peace do you?" She asked.

"on that note!" I said "you wanna have auntie night with Elana?" I smiled. She rolled her eyes at me, knowing why I had such a massive smile on my face.

"Elana! You wanna come stay the night with auntie Danny?" She asked. Elana went running over to her "i take that as a yes?" Danny smiled. Elana nodded her head.

"don't be to loud!" Danny laughed, making me cover my face. The door closed and I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, pulling me against a hard body. He kissed up my shoulder, moving my hair away from my neck. Slow, gentle kisses up the side of my neck, making my body go weak before he reached my ear "you're mine!" He growled, bending me over the couch, ripping my sweatpants off me "I've waited all day to pound your tight pussy! I'm aching to feel you around me!" He growled, sliding his pants down. He ran his thick fingers through my slick folds, before putting his finger to his lips, licking my juices off them "fucking delicious!" He groaned, sliding his thick cock through my slick folds before slowly sliding inside me "uhn! Still so fucking tight, Esme!"

I bounced my ass to his rhythm "you're gonna make me cum if you keep bouncing that ass against my cock like that!" He groaned, running his hand up my back and into my hair, grabbing a fist full and lifting me up just enough so he could wrap his hand around my throat, pounding into my aching pussy even harder. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room "fuck baby girl! The way that pussy is grippin my cock I think your close!" He groaned, pounding into me harder "uhn!! Fuck baby! That's it! Cum on my cock!" He growled "when I fill this pussy you better keep all my cum inside you! I wanna see your belly swell with our baby again! I wanna fuck my son into you!" He growled. Fuck! He was fucking sexy when he was like this!

I felt my walls clench "ugh! Fuck! Yes!" I groaned.

"that's it baby! Let it go!" He growled, my orgasm rocking my body "uhn! That's it baby girl! Uhn! Milk my cock! Milk out every last drop!" He growled, his cock twitching inside me, filling me to the brim. He stilled, both of us trying to catch our breath "you're incredible!" He smiled,slowly pulling out of me, my legs buckling. He scooped me up before I fell and carried me to the bed, gently laying me on it. He crawled next me, pulling the covers over us "I love you Esme!"

My eyes began to flutter shut, exhaustion from the days events taking over "I love you to, Roman!"

He smiled, giving me a small kiss on my forehead "goodnight beautiful!"

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LSx2 thingy (lmfao kinda a little angst still my specialty 🙌)

Small little CW for mentions/implications of sex 😔

Florida palms, Quebec maples. Miami hurricanes, Montreal blizzards. The same, yet all so different in the end. Palms aren't trees like maples, blizzards aren't as destructive as hurricanes. They can hope that they are as much as they can be and that it's good enough, but they couldn't ever be wanted as oaks or pinewood and they'll never be as pretty as a sunset on a nice warm day or a sunrise with someone you love next to you. They can try, but they'll never succeed, they have other uses. Palms are for shade and aesthetic, they pretend to be trees. Hurricanes are pure destruction when they're strong enough, but most of the time their tears flood the ground for a while. Maples can look lovely as furniture but they're better for their sap and syrup. Blizzards can ruin people's infrastructure like water pipes or heaters and drop a bit of snow and wind with it, but it all goes away after some time, just to be forgotten about.

Logan Sargeant, Lance Stroll. The first American since Alexander Rossi, the first American point-scorer since Mario Andretti, the one who caused his team more damage than other teams with both drivers combined. The only Canadian left since Nicholas Latifi took his leave, the second youngest podium sitter, point scorer, and driver as well as the youngest front row sitter when he achieved all those feats, yet he's only known for his negatives like his father; something that shouldn't be a negative.

One has never had success, one has had a handful of successes. Both are categorized as failures who should move to a different racing series.

Maybe Logan should've, he had success as a reserve driver in endurance racing. Maybe Lance should've, he did the Rolex 24 twice and did quite well. Maybe Logan will forever be remembered for Qatar, Australia, and Japan. Maybe Lance will always be remembered for Tuscany, Singapore, and China. Maybe they won't remember Logan’s Silverstone P11 or Austin P10 or Las Vegas qualifying and practice results. Maybe they won't remember Lance’s Baku, Italy, or Sakhir podium or Turkey pole position or São Paulo qualifying where he got P3.

Maybe they weren't worth remembering, maybe the bad truly always will overshadow the good. Maybe, in the future, they'll do better. Maybe they'll share a podium or they'll be teammates or they'll stop being scapegoats. Lance was used to it, however, Logan was not. Lance knew how to go about the media and his radio, he knew what he was doing now. Logan did not know how he wanted to respond, sticking heavy to PR.

Maybe Lance will help Logan or maybe Lance will be too cautious about making friends so he isn't betrayed or hurt again. Maybe Logan will ask for advice from Lance or maybe he'll be too shy to step out of his comfort zone and talk to anyone but those he knows. They follow each other on social media that they don't use, that's as much assurance they give to each other. Maybe that's why instead of talking, they show each other the rest of their attention in bed, Lance delicately holding Logan as if the man was porcelain and was to break any second, Logan holding onto Lance as if he were a stranger who'd leave as fast as he could.

To Lance, Logan’s palms and hurricanes were falsely portrayed. The palms provide shade and some are strong enough to resist even cannon fire. The hurricanes don't mean to be angry or hurtful, they are just doing as they were taught by Mother Nature, carefully carrying out her tasks as much as they understood, even if it's too much, they don't understand what they're doing wrong.

To Logan, Lance’s maples and blizzards are beautiful and overlooked. The maples have a wonderful colored bark and are stronger than the more common oak; they're more than just the sugary delicacy that everyone knows about, they're more. The blizzards just want to bring snow, but they caught the wind on their path and forgot to put him back down; blizzards are just trying to make it beautiful for the children and the photographers, they didn't mean to bring the wind.

To each other, they are given more negativity than they can handle, seeking refuge in each other’s arms and tangling themselves against the other’s naked body. They savor each other, showing the other man that they see them, they see who they truly are. To each other, they are just enough yet they could always be more, that's why they seek each other out so often.

To everyone else, they are just losers who can't cope correctly and it causes them to be blind to the other’s problems. To everyone else, they are destructive and hurtful, unable to love or care about themselves and anyone who isn't a storm with them.

They're a beautiful snowstorm mixed with lightning which illuminates the snow, creating beautiful visuals for only their eyes only. They're a palm tree providing coconuts and a maple tree providing maple syrup for all the different types of delicacies, even combining themselves at times. A bitter yet delicious mix, a beautiful yet judged pair. The wind may blow harshly, but it'll always calm down after time.

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