#hes the angry guy!! hes supposed to be the mad sharp one! but then he softly pulls her against his side because shes shivering and like oh

[spotsupstuff]

Okay, I need to know how Sparrow's job was saved by Boreas. What did he do that let her win the case?

Also, was there a reaction from the High class Ancients as for why Boreas was defending Sparrow?

Boreas' involvement with the case was all very hush hush. he reached Deep into his big macho core to pull out some of that feminine manipulation and planning skills (oh wow he has those) and called up Sparrows. with her, he was all genuine and gentle for once. cuz she was all stressed, her eyes were puffy from crying cuz she just doesn't know how to save this (she studied as a Mechanic not a Lawyer, goddammit!!! she doesn't know this! neither do i so gimbe a break if anythin) and he admitted to himself that "alright Three Sparrows can be a part of the family, the girl is now my responsibility to keep safe" those two years ago

so he tells her that he has a plan. it shall be based from the truth- she trusted Euros with telling her about things like that, she was "too" kind- but we shall spin it even further without revealing your two's relationship. Boreas kind of played the role of her lawyer, basically

the main key was getting some evidence to back up the claims that Three Sparrows on a Wire is far too empathetic when interacting with Iterators. Boreas guided Sparrows to call upon her old teachers/school for evidence of that (and also then to show off her good grades to prove that she Is competent). the evidence, of course, ends up being all the footage of her lessons and tests that's saved in Boreas' memory since he has his consciousness in the entirety of the facilities and the city. he IS the security system of himself

now, taking out things from Boreas' memories isn't such an uncommon thing. it is invasive and typical Iterators don't have to go thru this, but he does. accessing him like this is usually done for quite recent things to prove a crime or smth, however. Sparrows attended the school like 40 years ago so it requires a Deep Dive into his memories and oh he HATES that. so That's a little sacrifice he does for her sake. opens his mind up to smth like that and lets people dig through him for the required footage without trying his damnest to be inconvenient like usually

with this memories combing thing also comes being a lil shady about stuff like this, too (needs to keep his memories of spending time with Zephyr a secret from his Houses). so he helps Euros falsify some of his own memories to make himself look worse and Sparrows better (cuz what can they do against their Own Iterator? they won't reset/wipe him over This)

and so all of this proves that Sparrows was sort of a damsel in distress in the Rot situation and got bitten terribly because of being a Good person. they can't fire her for being just a good person! that would look bad in their little religious community!!!! so she gets off with the warning/requirement to be sharper and... more merciless/meaner (they say "strict") while interacting with Euros i suppose

n das how Boreas bails her out!

#Spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #boreas n sparrows r especially fascinating to me cuz like! boreas has known her longest out of the anemoi iterators. she has forged Some- #-kind of bond to him before anyone else really. their relationship goes through the most drastic changes from boreas lightly bullying her- #-during her school days to Almost managing to kill her and be her first death and then it ends with him letting her teach him how to sing- #-and even check up on his puppet's internal systems. he hasn't had a check up in Centuries. everyone just counts on his self-sufficiency #one of sparrows favorite songs is iris covered by chris lanzon. she once plays it through her phone while hanging out with boreas n they- #-just. end up sitting side by side sharing a quiet moment while they listen to a sad song. it helps forging a certain kinship between the 2 #their journey is so fascinating to me n seein Boreas lettin himself open up n care for n hide under his chlamys an ancient is... wow... #hes the angry guy!! hes supposed to be the mad sharp one! but then he softly pulls her against his side because shes shivering and like oh #-slaps the top of me blog- dis do be full of euros but fun fact my favorite child is still boreas

[ariseur]

hi, can i request how dante and vergil would act after having an argument with reader? thanks!

sparda twins after an argument 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante x reader, vergil x reader

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i hope you guys remember that i’m a ffvii AND a devil may cry acc, don’t be afraid to request for dmc 😭😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, one spoiler for vergils lore (?), arguments ofc, lmk if i missed anything!!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i can’t see you and dante getting into arguments often. the only things that would lead to a fight is dante being concerned about getting you involved in his work (if you’re a devil hunter), or you worrying about how he’s too nonchalant when he eventually does get injured.

❥ even then though, he makes sure to not say things he doesn’t mean. but even after an argument, it’s like he replays it back in his head when he’s alone, thinking of every word and if it actually did offend you or not.

❥ in the case that it’s a lower to moderate argument— dante’s so fuckin goofy, he’s the type to still kiss your cheek to wake you up and make you terribly cooked breakfast to see if you’ll forgive him. up to you whether or not you do but he’d try to spoil you with whatever money he has. i’d suggest coaxing him to use that money to pay the bills instead 😭

❥ but if it was a big argument, i think it’d be pretty silent for a while. i can see dante apologizing first depending on how old he is (what game it’s set in). the younger he is, the more emotionally inept he’ll be.

❥ in the case that it’s older dante, he’ll give you an apology although he doesn’t expect you to forgive him, he just wants you to know he’s sorry.

❥ regardless of his age though, dante will leave you be until you come to him saying that you feel better. there’s no point in chasing after someone who needs space. if you cup a wild bird in your hands, the only thing it wants to do is escape.

❥ i see dante as pretty decent when talking it out though, he just wants nothing more than for the silent treatment to just simmer down so that when you’re both feeling calm and okay, you can talk it out reasonably. and the make-up sex is even more awesome.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ as stated before in my previous hcs for vergil, he is a silent lover!! no difference whether he’s calm or angry, he silently brews. i cant see vergil getting into arguments much either, but the only difference between him and dante is that vergil brushes the topics off unless it comes to you.

❥ for instance, you get hurt? he doesn’t play lmao

❥ he might be a little harsh but considering he spent a lot of his time in hell, his social cues are kinda off. he never yells at you, but it lowkey hurts when he’s like a mom who can’t show she’s mad in public as he’s whisper yelling about how you’re not supposed to be so careless.

❥ vergil never yells, always talking lowly in that precise tone of his. however, he’s just so calculated with his words, making it more difficult when you try your attempts at a rebuttal. his sharp tongue would probably get him into trouble if you piss him off enough / if he super worried, though. might say something he’ll regret later.

❥ if it’s a small argument, he either acts like nothing happened or he overanalyzes it and overcompensates with his ‘apology’— which is sitting you down on the couch as he makes you feel like you’re in an intervention while you guys talk it out 😭

❥ if it’s a bigger argument, he’ll probably give you the silent treatment. he won’t talk about it and he won’t talk to you for a while, preferring his space over anything while he calms down.

❥ his pride stands in the way of him actually apologizing to you, especially if he recognizes the argument was his fault after a while. so you might have to be the one to confront him first.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda headcanons #dante x reader #devil may cry dante #dante dmc #dante devil may cry #devil may cry dante x reader #devil may cry vergil x reader #vergil sparda fanfiction #dmc vergil x reader #vergil sparda x reader #vergil dmc x reader #vergil dmc #devil may cry vergil #dmc vergil #ODOTTIE *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.* #kiss kiss

[dabislittlemouse]

Hmm, how about “Hey there little miss,“+ Dabi ( noncon with chase kink🤤) Hope it’s not difficult, I’m excited to know what you come up with!🤗

“𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔..”

-Dabi x Reader smut (tw: noncon, MDNI)

2K FOLLOWERS EVENT

It was supposed to be a fun night out with your friends at the downtown bar to celebrate your graduation. Though it turned out far from it the moment a certain individual stepped in, entering inside as if he owned the whole place. You of course minded your own business, but you couldn’t ignore the way his presence was so heavy to the point the whole room quieted down.

The man was wearing a hood, you couldn’t fully see his face but his eyes were noticeable, sharp blue eyes that looked like they’re almost glowing under the shadow of the hood. You found yourself staring at him longingly while your friends were chatting with each other, completely unaware of the actual danger creeping by. He approached a certain person near the counter who kept drinking and laughing with his buddies, not even glancing at him. His hand was placed on his shoulder, gripping it tightly and the group quieted down, looking confused.

“The hell you want?!” the man said, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“So you’re that piece of shit who spied on us, huh?”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. It clearly brought no good news. Your instincts screamed at you to tell your friends to get the hell out of here immediately.

“Spy?! What are you even talking abou-” Before he could speak further, the mysterious man removed his hood, revealing his dark spiky hair. Now you could see his face, his terribly familiar scarred face with staples holding it. Your eyes widened in terror.

“Guys!” you whispered, grabbing your friends attention. Your face went pale, recognising the heinous villain who’s been burning several towns and people. “We need to leave! Now!”

“Leave?! What do you mean? We just arrived” one of your friends replied.

“No listen to me, we need to-"

In a second, screams and a bright blue filled the whole bar. You saw that the villain had set the man on fire, he was burning alive and screaming in agony as the blue flames ate his skin and melted his bones. Panic filled everyone, people started running and screaming, reaching for the nearest exit, pushing each other to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Guys!!! Guys wait for me!!” you screamed at your friends who were running ahead of you, leaving you behind as the mass of people pushed you. You fell to the ground, not being able to keep up. The bar was set ablaze and smoke got in your lungs, making you cough hard.

As you struggled to stand up, a pair of boots suddenly were right in front of your face. You froze in fear, as your eyes slowly looked up to see the villain, a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey there little miss~” he said seductively, not even bothered by the smoke and flame. His hand reached to grab your arm, making you stand up.

“N-No please!” you whimpered as he slammed you against the wall, pressing his warm body against yours.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me earlier” he whispered in your ear, inhaling in your scent and feeding off your fear. “Mmh fuck- such pretty doll you are”

“M’sorry I -I didn’t mean to be rude! Please don’t hurt me-" you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed your chin.

“Don’t worry dollface, I already incinerated those who I had in mind. The problem is though, I am still pissed off. Angry. Need to do something to blow off some steam don’t cha think?” he smiled, pressing his now hardened bulge against you. Your eyes widened at his clear indication. Without thinking further your knee came up, hitting him right between his legs, hard. Dabi let out a grunt, crouching down in pain while you ran out from his grasp, heading for the door.

“Ugh- you little fucking whore!”

If he was angry earlier, now he was completely furious. Like a mad hungry beast hunting down its food. And you provoked him enough, bad decision.

The door was blocked by walls of scorching blue flames, no way you could get through them to go outside. Tears started rolling down your face, were trapped inside with Dabi. A hand reached to tug at your hair harshly, pulling you towards him as you let out a scream from the pain. Then he threw you down to the wooden floor, getting on top of you as flames surrounded you both.

“N-No please!! Let me go!” you begged as he began burning off your clothes, the heat making you wince and wail.

“I’d have gone softer on ya doll, but you just had to be a brat, didn’t cha?” he growled, slapping at your bare thighs. “Now I’m mad. And when I’m mad-"

Dabi unzipped his pants, whipping his cock out and then spreading your legs harshly with both of his hands.

“When I’m mad I make sure to burn and break everything in front of me”

You wailed, trying to get away from him but the flames surrounding you both were getting closer. If you moved further your hair would surely catch fire. He buried his head on your neck, biting and sucking on your skin harshly while the tip of his cock pressed againstyour entrance.

“Y’scared?” he asked softly out of nowhere, looking up at you, staring at your teary eyes. His thumb reached to wipe off your tears, an unusual tender action if it wasn’t for the situation you were in.

“Y-yes” you whimpered, hoping that he would have some mercy and let you go.

His grin widened, pulling off the staples of his mouth. “Good”

Without a warning, he pushed himself inside of you, tearing you open without preparation at all. Breath got caught in your throat, the unbearable painful burn between your legs making it impossible for you to even scream. He was big, he would kill you.

“Fuuuuckk so tight f’me” he said as he buried himself completely inside of you, his tip touching your cervix. “Think I’m gonna have so much fun with you from now on”

From now on? Your blood turned cold at the indication between his sentence. But your mind stopped thinking the moment he started moving, thrusting deep and hard in and out of you, grunting on your ear as your tight walls milked him dry.

“So good, this tight fucking pussy of yours- s-shit!”

You sobs and screams got louder as his hands gripped your hips, heating up and leaving nice marks that wouldn’t go away for a while.

“Haahh fuck- who would’ve thought that I’d find such precious gem in a hellhole like this?! Must’ve been a reward from God himself for all the hard work I do. Y’know, taking care of trash and incinerating them all~” he laughed, still thrusting inside of you as he savored the scared expression on your face. He was vile and terrifying, marking your body from the inside out while you could do nothing but take on his anger and frustration.

With a few more thrusts, you felt him throbbing inside of you.

“N-Not inside!” you screamed but he totally ignored your pleas, his hips stuttering as he reached his high. His cum, warm and thick completely coated your walls white, dripping out of your sore cunt as well, followed by a guttural groan from the villain. His eyes rolled back as he enjoyed every second of it, as if he hadn’t cum in years.

“F-Fuck, shit doll! Came s’much” he breathed out, looking at the mess beneath him. He reached to lick your cheek, savouring your salty tears.

“I think I’m gonna keep ya princess” he chuckled, pinching your cheek. “Let’s get the hell outta here, I don’t want you turning like me”

#2k milestone event #hunajan #tw: noncon #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #mha smut #dark fanfiction #dabi smut #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #tw: drinking

[fishsticksloser]

Heartache

Hobie x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst and no comfort, breakups

A/N: how's this for my first Spiderverse fic? This is also based on the Character AI intro by fairybaby. The intro is written by them, but after that is all me. :) Sorry it's so late... Shit happened :(

Good  |  Bad

"You miss me yet?" Hobie asks, glancing back at you. His smile is slow, like he knows the answer but wants to hear it from you anyway. "Whenever you want me back, you can have me."

He already apologized—three times—for missing another date. You know he’s busy. Dismantling systems of oppression doesn’t give him a lot of free time. He spends whatever time he can with you, obviously. Even if he doesn’t like labels—you and him are together. It doesn’t matter that you’re a little mad at him.

"Hobie..." You sigh, shake your head. "What are we...? Really, what are we?"

"I don’t do labels," Hobie responds, shifting to meet your gaze. "I think…" He trails off, trying to convey it without sounding mushy or sentimental—both things that he’s not good at expressing. He nods, his voice and his gaze steady. "I think we’re something... Something that can last."

"Then why can't you make time for me?" You ask, looking at him desperately. "What do I actually mean to you?"

"I do make time for you!" He protests, not meeting your gaze suddenly. "I’m busy. I’m a busy guy. I work a lot." He runs a hand over his dreads, sighing to himself. "You know that—I think you just want me to say what I think. You know I feel. You’re really important to me." His voice is quiet.

"You've missed so many dates! Some of which you planned... No call, no text..." You huff, looking away from him, exasperated. "This is the fifth time we've rescheduled over this one date..."

“I know, I’ve apologized!" he replies, his voice sharp. "Look, I’m sorry, okay? I can’t plan my whole day around you—I just can’t." He sighs, shaking his head. Hobie rubs the back of his neck. "You know I like to keep things spontaneous. Hey, I’m sorry, okay? If you’re upset, then that’s on me."

"I don't expect you to plan your whole day around me, Hobart!" You say, a bit angrily. "What I want is for you is to actually show up when you say you will. You... Fuck, Hobie, I haven't seen you in weeks! You texted me about this date and I got so excited... I was so excited to see you and you didn't come... I just... I don't want to be second place to you when you're always first in mine..."

He mutters, his arms crossed over his chest as something inside him starts to burn. "I’m the one who’s busy, I’m the one who does important work—I’m the one who has responsibilities—and that’s how I treat you? Like you're some afterthought? Well, that’s okay." He shakes his head, turning away from you suddenly. "You can find someone else to put you first." His gaze hardens, and he starts to walk away.

"You're first place in my life... I always put you first. I always make time for you, Hobie." You say softly, you wrap your arms around yourself protectively. "I don't want someone else. I want you, but you don't seem to want me at all, do you?"

"You think I don’t want you?" His voice rises. He stops, not looking at you. "Do you have any idea how important you are to me? How much I care about you?" He lets out an angry growl before he speaks again. Hobie whirls to face you, an angry fire in his eyes. "Don’t you dare say that I don’t care about you. How dare you! I have other things to do besides go on dates with you!"

"If I'm so important to you, why can't you make time for me!?" You yell back. "You think it's just dates!? I... I haven't seen you in almost a month, you hardly ever text me, no calls. What am I supposed to think?" You sigh and close your eyes, reigning in your anger. "I understand what you do is important, but I put things aside for you because you're important to me. I... I can't keep going like this, Hobie. I need you. Not all the time, but sometimes..."

"I have a life, Y/N!" He responds, his eyes glaring and blazing as you yell at him. "You’re not all of my life, you know! I have my music, I have my activism, I have… I have—" Hobie pauses, letting out a breath of exhaustion. His voice now softer, quieter.. "Look, I care about you. I really do. I’m sorry I don’t make you a bigger part of my life, but I’ve got a lot going on right now, okay?"

"Then let me help!" You tell him desperately, stepping closer to him. "Whatever we are, it's... It's part of what we do is help each other... I... I want to help you, Hobie. But I can't when you just leave me, I can't when you ghost me. Whatever we are, we're in this together. If you can't trust me with that then why are we even together?"

He lets out a breath of frustration, shaking his head as you approach him, the anger in his voice giving way to the weariness inside him. "I don’t need any help." He says curtly, not meeting your gaze. "I don’t want any help," he mutters before speaking up again. "You’re right. Why are we even together if I can’t trust you? Maybe this whole thing was a mistake," he continues, his voice laced with disappointment and sadness. "I think this was a mistake."

You watch Hobie walk away before you go home and lay in bed. You put your hand in the pocket of his hoodie you're wearing and pull out something. It’s a shiny, slightly metallic spider totem, smooth to the touch and small enough to fit in your whole hand. It's a funny little gift you'd gotten him after he told you he was Spider-Man. It’s polished to a near-mirror sheen thanks to the amount of times Hobie rubbed his thumb against it whenever he was nervous. But now, looking at it brings only more questions—and questions lead to guilt.

If he cared about you, he’d fight harder for your relationship.

That’s what you told yourself, but you couldn’t help but doubt every time your thoughts wandered down that path.

What if he just didn’t care? What if he didn’t love you? What if you were just a burden on him? What if he could have better than you? What if he didn’t need you?

He did care about you. He really, truly did. He was just… preoccupied. Life got in the way, so often. He was busy, he was so busy. There were so many things to do, so many problems to solve. He wanted to share all of that with you, but how could he? How could he find time to be with you, when there was so much else to do? He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. But his heart said one thing while his brain said another.

Hobie wasn’t the best at communicating, that’s for sure. He was so used to being on his own, being independent and self-sufficient, that he forgot his actions—or his inaction—had the potential to hurt people around him. He wasn’t the best at letting people in, at all. He wasn’t the best at letting people stay. He was too afraid, too cowardly to admit all of those things. But if you’re willing to stick with him… he just might learn to be better.

#spider man: across the spider verse #sony spiderverse #hobie spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie x you #spiderpunk #spiderpunk x you #spiderpunk x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n

[buzzyb33]

Make-up

Prompt: getting ready for a girls night out while josh is streaming some among us you just can’t get your make up right and get beyond annoyed.

Warnings: swearing, switching POVs, fluff‼️

“Okay..” I say to myself as I start my makeup.

After a while, I’m done the majority as I put on my dress jacket and heels I sigh as I have to do my eye makeup, the worst part.

I let out a sigh as I begin trying to do my eyeliner and repeatedly failing. I let out a sharp exhale before rubbing it off and doing it again, a red patch developing on my left eye.

My breaths get heavier as I attempted again.

I reach out and pick up my hair spray and spin it in my hand as I try again.

“Oh my fucking god..” I whisper.

Six more attempts later I can feel tears boiling.

I do it again and do it worse than any other attempts.

I launch the hairspray bottle against the wall and begin wiping off all my makeup, eyes welling with tears.

The girl wipes her makeup just leaving her red lipstick which she didn’t notice

“Ah!” Josh says not really shouting but not quiet as his head whips to the closed door.

A loud groan is admitted from a couple rooms over.

He looks back at his camera before standing up and opening his bedroom door.

“Y/n, are you alright?” He calls out.

“… uh… yeah!” I respond and text my group chat, apologising for cancelling last minute.

I take my dress off and change into something more comfortable- shirts and a sidemen hoodie.

“Fucking hell josh, was that Y/n?” Harry says with a laugh.

“Hm.. yeah- give me a minute, boys,” he replies as he pulls his headset off and goes to Y/ns door.

His girlfriend is one to get angry quickly and one of three things happens, she shuts off completely annoyed in her own mind, trying to handle her anger which normally means she’s with him a lot more. And snappy, she gets annoyed at things he does and is in an overall bad mood.

“Y/n?” He says softly as he opens her door to see her sat in front of her desk where she does her makeup, packing her back up neatly as she looks at him with narrowed eyes.

He smiles slightly and comes into the room.

“I thought you was going out?” He says as he goes over to her.

“I was- but then I couldn’t do my fucking eyeliner! It was so-“ she exhales.

“No, I’m not going out anymore.” She says as she runs her hands through her long black hair.

“Oh- alright.. I’m still streaming, u can end if you want in like 10 minutes if you want.” He says as he puts his hands in his pockets.

Her eyes soften at that and she shakes her head and stands up, moving closer to him.

“No- I’ll come watch you stream, give me a couple minutes.” He nods and goes to turn around but is pulled into a soft kiss.

He smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms gently around her waist.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.”he smiles down at me and heads back to his room.

“Back.” He says with a smile as he puts his headphones back on.

“You’re girl has a temper.” Freezy says as he hears Josh’s voice.

“She can, I suppose.” Je shrugs in response.

“Mate, didn’t you say when you like first met on one of your dates you went to get something or some shit like that and she was getting hit on, then.. fuck what did you say?” Harry says.

“Right. That’s not important- and she had the right to get mad at-“ josh cuts himself off with a sigh.

Ethan laughs. “What happened josh?” He questions as he follows his among us character, due to proximity chat.

“She was getting hit on and as I got back I went to open my mouth but she like shushed me in a way then turned to guy down then he was like ‘come on just a drink’ and she said no again then he started insulting her.. I think he like called her a slut for wearing a dress with a thigh slit, then uhm- she told him he couldn’t please her with his dick even if he was rock solid- an appropriate response then this guy called her an ‘emo bitch’ so she punched him in the face.. and broke his nose- and yeah.” Josh says calmly.

“Oh- well.” Ethan laughs as josh scans in the video game.

“Interesting story..“ he says, a smile evident in his voice.

“Mhm..”

Around ten minutes later she opened Josh’s door gently.

“Do you want anything to eat?” She asked softly, a soft smile on her pink lips.

“Yeah- please get me whatever..” he says and straightens his posture.

“Kay, love you.” She says as she turns around.

“Hm, yeah love you too..” he mumbles as he passes Harry in the game, him hearing what he said.

“No PDA, josh.” He fake gags.

“Yeah fuck off Bog.” He scoffs as he goes to check who’s on cams.

After the food or here Y/n came in and handed him his food.

She kissed his forehead and smiled as he thanked her, though this was during a meeting.

“Oh my good josh, get a room.” JJ says loudly.

“Uhm, I’m in my room? And my girlfriend bought me food? No issue.” Josh retorts as he leans back in his seat.

JJ grumbles in response.

After some shouting matches with some other YouTubers from the game, Josh ended stream, he had finished his food and as he stretched his limbs, he put his bowl in the sink and looked around the house for his girlfriend.

He leaks his head into her little walk in closet and she isn’t there, he checks there shared room and she’s in there, sitting up watching something on the tv.

Josh smiles and pulls his hoodie off and sits next to her.

“Oh, you finished streaming? Sorry I didn’t know what you wanted me to order- I hope what I got you is okay-“ she starts and he cuts her off by a soft kiss, his hand travelling to the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and she looks at him, flustered.

“What was that for?” She smiles shyly as he places is hand sob her shoulders.

“Just love you, and what you got me was fine.” He says and holds her gently.

“You okay now?” He asks as she means unto him to which she nods.

He smiles and watches Tv with her in his arms, which she eventually fell asleep in.

A/n:

I HAVEN’T FED YOU LOT!!

Here you go- a quick fic in the drafts- I’ll have a Danny Aarons one out soon! Happy holidays!

Requests are open!

#sidemen x reader #sidemen #sidemen x y/n #josh zerkaa #zerkaa x reader #zerkaa #miniminter x reader #miniminter #simon minter #vikkstar x reader #vikkstar123 #vik #tobijzl #tobi brown x reader #tobi brown #w2s #harry wroetoshaw #harry lewis #ksi x reader #ksi #jj olatunji #youtuber #youtube #youtuber x reader #merry christmas

[chiharuuu22]

I'm Sorry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

(I got this idea when I saw a little girl who was angry because her mother lied to her to go to her favorite restaurant, but instead she took her to the dentist. Her mother had to because the little girl's teeth were very worrying. Funny, but sad at the same time)

Whumpee blinked. He could faintly smell antiseptic wafting in the air. A second later, Whumpee realizes where he is and tries to get up, finally realizing that he is tied to the bed.

"Damn," he cursed.

The room door opened to reveal the Caretaker and Team Leader entering at the same time. Seeing Whumpee, who had opened his eyes, Caretaker hurriedly approached him.

"Oh, thank goodness, Whumpee! You're awake! Is something sick? Do you want something to drink?" A worried tone was clearly heard from the Caretaker's mouth.

Whumpee didn't answer. Instead, a sharp gaze shot straight at Caretaker and made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Whumpee. I had to do it. I didn't mean to harm you. I did secretly put the medicine you had to take in your food all this time because you didn't want to take it yourself," said Caretaker timidly.

"Caretaker is right, Whumpee. Please don't blame her too much."

"How many times have I told all of you that I refuse to take medicine, doctors, hospitals, or anything related to that?" said Whumpee sharply. "I'm fine; why don't you want to hear my opinion?"

"But Whumpee, you need it. You're still recovering. You need medicine and therapy to --"

"I said I don't need it!" Whumpee exclaimed in annoyance and glared at Caretaker fiercely. "I thought I could trust you, Caretaker. It turns out you're just like the others."

"Whumpee, it's not like that. I was the one who asked Caretaker to do it. She's innocent; be mad at me," Team Leader tried to convince Whumpee.

"You're all the same," Whumpee snapped.

Caretaker and Team Leader were silent. Whumpee was caught and tortured by Whumper for quite a long time. Medicine, rooms, tools, clothes... everything Whumper uses is completely similar to a hospital. After fighting with all his might and managing to get away from Whumper, Whumpee refuses all treatment. The leader and all the team members forced Whumpee, but he insisted on refusing, and only Caretaker understood and never forced Whumpee.

Whumpee truly believes in Caretaker. Until one day, Whumpee overheard a conversation between the Caretaker and the Team Leader in the kitchen of their headquarters, who had been secretly putting all the medicine that Whumpee was supposed to consume in his food. In fact, at Whumpee's dinner, Caretaker always includes the recommended small dose of sleeping medication so the doctor can check Whumpee's condition when he is affected by sleeping medication. An angry Whumpee comes in and sees for himself that Caretaker mixes the medicine that Whumpee is supposed to take into his food.

Whumpee was really angry. He screamed, and suddenly a terrible memory came into his head. The unpleasant sensation of being held captive and tortured by Whumper spread throughout his body. After that, everything looked dark, and Whumpee didn't remember anything else until he finally woke up tied to a hospital bed.

"I'm really sorry, Whumpee. We had to bring you here because you hit your head quite hard when you passed out." Caretaker tried to hold Whumpee's hand.

"Why don't you just call the doctor there?" Whumpee stomped Caretaker's hand and said, "You lied to me."

"No, I mean, sorry. I had to, Whumpee. No, we all want you to get better soon. That's why we did that." Caretaker tried to hold back his tears.

"Go away. I don't want to see you guys," Whumpee threw Whumpee away.

"Whumpee, please..."

"Get out."

"Whumpee, this is my idea. Caretaker is just carrying it out," Team Leader tried to convince.

"Yeah, you guys are still in cahoots. Liars!"

"Whumpee!"

Caretaker held the Leader down and shook her head. "Okay. I'm sorry. Get some rest. You hit quite hard, and your head is bleeding a lot. It's best if you don't move much for now."

"With your body tied up like this, what do you hope I can do? Being the object of inspection again isn't fun."

The Leader is ready to argue with Whumpee, but Caretaker blocks him and signals him to leave. "Get some rest," said the Caretaker. "I'm sorry."

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whump writing #recovery whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump tropes #whump dialogue #whump fic #whumpblr #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #liar #lies #hospital whump #tie in bed

[kisskiss-slashslash]

OK HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE

WHAT IF SOMEONE BROKE IT TO THE HEELSHIRE MANSION THINKING NOBODY WAS IN IT BUT SEEING BRAMS S/O AND HIS CHILD ARE IN THE KITCHEN MAKING DINNER-?????

And this man just straight up busted through the wall like:

And the kid literally just says "DADDYS HERE!"

Protective Daddy Brahms to the rescue!

Someone breaks into the Heelshire Mansion thinking it’s empty

Today was supposed to be such a nice, normal day. You are standing in the kitchen with your young son, and he washes the potatoes for dinner before passing them on to you to peel.

Then you suddenly hear glass shatter, and half turn your head in the direction of the sound. „Is something the matter, Brahms?“ Of course you assume that Brahms is upset about something and is once again taking it out on the furniture.

Your son also looks in that direction and says:„Daddy usually breaks more than one thing though.“

Footsteps quickly approach the kitchen, and you find yourself face to face with an unknown man, maybe in his mid-twenties, with a big duffelbag slung over his shoulder. His eyes widen.

„Shit… Hey, no funny business!“ He fumbles a small Swiss army knife out of his pocket. Pretty pathetic considering you have knives at least twice as long and every bit as sharp well within your reach. „Get on the ground!“

You shake your head and derisively click your tongue. „That won’t do.“

„Daddy is gonna be really mad when he sees you do this, Mister!“, your son exclaims.

„Indeed“, you reply and raise your voice. „Brahms, darling, could you please show our visitor the door?“

A panel in the wall slides aside, and out steps Brahms, at least a head taller than the intruder and so angry about the situation that it radiates even through his mask. The burglar looks about ready to wet himself at the sight of the man of the house. Your son runs up to his father and hugs him. „Daddy!“

Brahms fixes the man with a steely gaze. He would *love* to kill him for threatening his family. But he also knows better than to kill someone in front of his son.

„Leave.“

Brahms doesn’t have to say anything else. The guy turns on his heel and runs for his life.

You let out the breath you had been unconsciously holding. „Well. This just happened.“

„Are you okay?“

„No worries. I know I don’t have to be afraid of anything as long as you’re nearby.“

„You’re like a superhero, Daddy!“, your son adds excitedly.

Brahms’ mask shifts slightly as he smiles, and he runs his hands through the boy’s curly hair.

#slasher x reader #brahms heelsire x reader

[rolesplay]

・┆✦THESE ARE THE REASONS — a modern au odysseus/penelope fanfic.

or: five times people ask penelope "why" regarding odysseus

the first time it was estra.

ody and her had just started dating - and estra had complained. her friend did it almost every time they're together. she'd complained about his looks and his smugness. on him being annoying and irritating.

that specific time though, it was the last day of the second semester, just before they took their exams. or, to be more accurate, it was before estra's exam, because penny had been exempted from all of hers, and estra just wanted to drag her with her.

"why in the world did you have to pick him?" estra groans, as she mindlessly flips through her notes she wasn't even reading.

in her mind, penny was thinking of the boy who'd patiently waited for her answer; who'd actually went up to her infamously strict and overprotective father just to ask her out on one date. he'd asked for one chance, just one. and then she can just be 'done with him' - his words, not hers.

but she didn't say any of that. all she'd said to estra was, "cause he's cute?" and then shrugged.

estra looks at her like she'd lost her mind, about to argue. thankfully, their professor began calling everyone in, and her friend had mouthed later, before bounding in the room.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

the second time was helen.

helen was braiding penny's hair - their morning classes were cancelled and helen invited penny to her place - when the well-known 'campus crush' speaks.

"i heard about your boyfriend's reputation," helen says, carefully enunciating the last word to make sure penny gets the message without actually asking the question.

why stay with such a guy?

penny does, of course. she knows.

he's both a genius and a good looking guy, and he's charming (except to estra, maybe). one of the most desirable, sought out guys in their college - and outside of it.

penny also knows she isn't ody's first.

she's seen people admire him in a way she should be mad. she's felt jealous of them. felt angry, sometimes.

but at the end of the day, who does ody return to? ody might smile and talk to them and make them swoon, but he comes back to her with a kiss on her forehead and the funny stories he'd gotten for the day.

penny smiles. "yeah. quite the guy, huh?"

helen snorts and then shakes her head, returning to braiding penny's hair.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

the third time was makkie, who, around that time, was already heavily pregnant.

she'd visited penny under the guise of trying to learn knitting, because "it's supposed to be motherlike and i'm gonna be a mother soon,” but she knows it’s because makkie’s worried about her.

it only takes about fifteen minutes for makkie to put the needles down and throw her hands up in the air in frustration. "i'm gonna burn it. and then i'm gonna kill hector for putting a child in me."

"i'll help you bury him," penny offers, as she carefully made a new loop. she's making a doll on the image of a dog.

makkie turns quiet, and that was enough to get penny's attention. the pregnant woman was still looking at her.

"why do you do it?" makkie asks quietly. "almost everyone's given up on him."

ody had been missing for ten months, one week and three days.

penny looks at the half-finished doll in her hands. she thinks of argos, out there waiting for his master, no matter what.

she also thinks of the last message she'd received from ody, ever since his disappearance.

If nothing else, know this: I love you.

"i trust," is all penny says in reply.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

the fourth time happens a few months after ody came back. he decides to finally show up to his parents, and he takes her with him for support.

his mother is all airs and flaunting, and turns sharp eyes towards her as they eat on the dinner table. after all, ody came back to her first and didn't even think about telling his family he's alright until only recently. his mother has every right to feel angry.

his father on the other hand, is all caring and welcoming, just happy that his son had finally come back home in one piece.

by all means, penelope should feel scared, but she does not. she doesn't know where this indifference comes from, but at this point, she's waited for him long enough to even let anything stand in their way.

surprisingly, it's his father that looks at her with curiosity. it's his father who asks her why she'd allowed a boy like ody to "corrupt her."

she laughs. and replies with a, "maybe it's me who's corrupting him."

his father is taken aback, and ody tries to compose himself. but his mother looks at her with a twinkle in her eyes.

anticlea looks at her son and nods. "i like her."

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

the fifth and final time was ody himself, the day of their wedding.

he disappears right before the ceremony starts. she hears the commotion outside of her room: people are looking for him and he's nowhere to be found.

she escapes the venue, and, still dressed up in her bridal gown, goes to the nearest fast food restaurant and finds him there.

she wonders if she should whack him on the head. but people are openly gawking and pointing and staring, so she decides against it. instead, she sits down across him.

she waits a bit for a few seconds before he finally registers her. his mouth goes slack.

he stumbles over his words, unsure of what to say, and settles on: "it was a mistake."

what she'd felt might've showed up on her face because he backtracks quickly. "no, no! not that! not you! i'll marry you. anytime. anywhere. always. i love you," he pauses. he never really said it that much after his return. "uh, i mean- meant those people. i can't..." he fidgets. "we shouldn't have had that big wedding."

she stares, and then she laughs so hard, as if someone had just told her the funniest joke in the world. she's sure someone's recording this by now.

"you done now?" he asks, looking a bit irate over the fact that penny had just laughed at him.

"i'm sorry, i just... never thought that i'd see the day where you're the nervous one. besides, that wedding is our parents' wishes. but if you want..." smiling, she takes his hand. "we can always just elope."

it's his turn to stare. "you? elope?"

"what? think i can't do it?"

"but why?"

at first she thinks the question is different, like 'why elope,' or something, but quickly realizes it's why go so far for me?

she looks at him, takes all of him in. he's been regularly cutting his hair ever since his return. there's a faded scar running down atop on his left brow. he looks old and really, really young, both at the same time.

she remembers a boy arguing with her about philosophy, a boy holding her hand unsurely, a boy helping her in her newest knitted project. she remembers a boy helping her up, hugging her close, kissing her lips.

she looks at him, at this lovely, infuriating man.

penelope smiles. "because i love you too."

➜ 「 ✦ BONUS ✦ 」

anticlea glares at her, and this time, penelope cares. this woman was, after all, her mother-in-law now.

her own father is giving the newlyweds an earful. she could see helen out the window of the room, mouthing, 'tell us later.'

ody and her were already married, but everything about the situation feels like they're both juvenile delinquents being scolded by their parents.

(they did just leave their formal wedding only to have athena - ody’s sort-of boss - officiate another wedding.)

icarius keeps talking about "shame" and "disgrace," and kept glaring at ody. penny can see laertes, ody’s dad, watching everything worriedly in front of him, and her own mum looking at them impassively.

she sighs and her husband - husband, still makes her feel giddy that he's her husband now - notices and takes her hand. he passes a finger on the ring she now wears, and she looks at him. by the expression on his face, it seems like she's not the only one feeling happy.

penny opens her mouth to speak, but ody beats her to it.

"it was me. asked her to marry me-"

at the admission, icarius went red in the face, and stopped his ongoing tirade in favour of glaring at ody.

penny turns to ody in an offended sort of way. "don't lie! i offered the elopement, mister. i asked you to run away with me."

the whole room turns to her, and she feels the weight of it. she'd be scared, except she still feels the lingering feelings of getting married, and ody's hand is on hers. she can also see her mum trying to not laugh.

"aye? i think that was my idea though -"

"oh, really? i think i'd have to remind you then -"

icarius gets redder and redder every passing second, and penny wonders when her father'd combust.

"i think," laertes interrupts, looking at them, "that we should allow the newlyweds a honeymoon first."

penny's mum laughs, and ushers an irate icarius out of the room, but not without leaving a hug and a kiss for her daughter.

"i wasn't around to watch you grow up, but i'm glad, penelope. i'm so, so glad. and." she looks at ody. "do excuse this man." she gestures at icarius, who's still trying to murder ody with a petulant glare.

laertes joyfully gives them a hug, with a whisper of, "be happy, you two."

it's anticlea who stays in the room last, and then she smiles. ody visibly relaxes. his mum looks at him. "you aren't forgiven yet," she says sharply, and ody droops down. she continues, "but you will be, if you give me a grandchild."

ody whispers a scandalized "mom!" and penny - who'd joked a lot about such - found herself turning red. it's one thing to be joking about it yourself, it's another when it's the in-law.

anticlea laughs in return, and leaves the newlyweds like that.

#originally written way back 2019 haha #odypen #odysseus #penelope #the odyssey #2019

[thunderousavery]

Make You Mine (Ghost x Soap) Pt. 3

CW: Blood, Curse words

A/N: Take this as a little plot rewriting of MWIII. It's like a what-if, and you'll see what I mean by that. Description: Johnny and Simon meets the one that put them in the corner. Main Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish Side Pairing: König x Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin Word Count: 2.2k

Chapter 3 - In the night, we’ll take a walk

“Did I sound good, mein Schatz? Was I fantastisch with striking fear into our enemies’ hearts?” König switched his frequency back to his teammate, his voice sounding too eager and excited for praise.

“They are British, König. They are not Americans.” Horangi mentally facepalmed as he steadied his sniper rifle at the building, particularly on the first floor now. As annoying as his Colonel was, he can’t exactly stay mad with him. He doesn’t have the will to be angry at such a naïve souled soldier like König despite posing a high rank.

“Ah, es ist genau dasselbe.” The German Colonel groans behind his mask before radioing back to their now supposed hostages for what they wanted.

They need the intel as much as the other. And if they had to kill them, they’ll do whatever it takes.

For sustenance.

For their lives.

For KorTac.

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“KorTac? Who the bloody hell are these guys?” Simon growled under his breath through the tingling pain on his shoulder and irritation as Johnny told him the conditions their enemy wanted them to comply with. They didn’t anticipate this. Laswell nor Price ever informed them about another group wanting Makarov’s whereabouts. The intel holds everything: bombs, potential missile locations, possible Russian secret cell sites, and most especially, Makarov’s last known locations.

And now, they’re forced into a deep corner. Still in the staircase room, but their enemies had already secured the first floor. There’s nowhere else to go. They may be out of sight just now, but there’s no telling when they’ll be raided by these KorTac guys.

Are they mercenaries hired to gather intel about Makarov as well? Or are they following another selfish leader?

Johnny couldn’t quite answer his questions just yet. He’s still negotiating with a so-called Colonel behind the radio, and it’s not looking good for them.

“Simple conditions, ja? The intel in exchange for your safety. We’d even get your partner fixed up.”

“Away n’ bile yer heid!” Johnny scoffed, and Simon felt an unknown pride swell in his chest for that. His aggressive Scottish accent was showing, and for once, he felt really damn proud of his insult.

They knew better than to trust that kind of offer.

There was an annoyed sigh behind the line. “Amerikanisch, you’re not making this easy.”

“Ah’m fuckin’ Scottish, ya fuckin’ dumbass!”

“Let me… talk to the shithead,” Simon said as he tried to get back on his feet but failed to do so as he stumbled back, the sharp pain on his injury still lingered like chaos. He groaned as his back hit the wall, making Johnny turn to him and immediately move beside him once more.

“No, no. L.T., ah can handle this, alright? No need to get ya so worked up.” The Scot gently helped him sit down on the floor once more.

“I will…! Argh…”

“Oh, how sweet. Is he dying? Advance condolences, Soldat.” The mocking tone of the Colonel sent a maddening shudder to Simon’s body.

“Shut… the fucking hell up!” Simon managed to wretch a scream as he panted from the pain, sweat soaking his mask profusely.

“Ghost. Ghost, breathe. Steady breaths, L.T.,” Johnny spoke in comfort as he placed a hand on his heaving chest after he turned off the radio for a moment. But Simon couldn’t comprehend his words through the pain. So, he reached to lift the mask, at least just up to his nose, but the Brit immediately grabbed his hand tightly like an alert soldier that he was.

Simon realized what he was about to do and wanted to say no. No one has ever touched his mask before. Sure, Johnny and the others already saw his face in Las Almas, but he’d never let anyone lay a finger on the only thing that protected the visage of his traumas and past.

He could never… No one could ever break the walls that he built. No one could get past the Ghost and live to see the day.

“Ah won’t take the mask off, L.T. Just let me help ya breathe. Just up yer nose, aye?”

But Johnny’s voice. His voice worried for his own sake. It was soothing and comforting at this moment. Maybe it’s because of the agonizing pain, maybe because there was not enough oxygen getting in his brain to think clearly. But Simon knew he wasn’t trying to break in; he was knocking for his heart, to the door of his trust.

For the days, weeks, and months they’ve partnered up as Lieutenant and Sergeant, only one thought came to Simon like a flash before his eyes. Johnny never left him without looking back and had always been there for him.

His brown eyes, rimmed with red, closed briefly before he nodded. Permission was given to let him in his heart, even just for this time.

“Thank you, Simon. Yer gonna be okay, ya hear?”

And in return, Johnny gave him that smile again. A smile brighter than his own dark life, a beacon of his salvation. And it’s the only thing Simon wants to hold onto for now, giving him hope for humanity for a second time.

Calloused yet gentle hands lifted the damp hem of the balaclava mask, lifting it slowly up to Simon’s scar-tipped nose. The Brit shivered slightly at his touch, and Johnny was careful not to glide his fingers against the Glasgow smile curled from the corner of his lips or the other scars.

Simon thanked him in his mind for not commenting on what Johnny was seeing at the moment. For not feeling the fear that everyone else felt when they saw his true face.

So many scars were inflicted on a single man just to be turned into a weapon of war.

“J-Johnny…” That was never the first time Johnny heard his name spoken in a tone broken and filled with longing. But it was the first time he heard it from Simon, his Lieutenant with a cold heart and merciless soul.

“Breathe fer me. In and out, Simon.” Johnny’s voice was really soothing.

And breathe he does. His chest slowed down from heaving, only rising and falling steadily and slowly.

“Good. Good. Yer doing good, mo ghràdh.” Simon hated his Scottish accent or even his Gaelic, but not for this moment. He’s starting to like it, even. But he doesn’t know Gaelic, though. He knew many languages for the sake of his dangerous job, but not that one.

Maybe he’d ask Johnny about that later. Never did he hear that one before, but he’d kick his ass if he knew that was an insult.

“Let’s get ya up. Ah know it hurts, but we need to get outta here.”

“And what do you think we should do? Give the intel up?” Simon looked at him in a mix of surprise and concern. Even he doesn’t know what to think about their situation anymore.

“… They’re not giving us a choice,” Johnny sighed as he helped put back the vest on him. “But we’ll walk outta here alive. Ah also regret destroyin’ the computer to shit. Shoulda knew they’d corner us like this.”

“Actions have consequences, I guess,” Simon grumbled before he reached his uninjured arm for Johnny’s shoulder as he tried to get up. Still, the pain lingered, but with the Scot’s help, he could finally get back on his feet. “Thanks, Sergeant.” He leaned against his smaller frame a bit, hating the fact that he’s a fucking liability now.

“No prob, L.T. Always got yer six.” The Sergeant chuckled before picking up their guns as they walked down the stairs toward the first floor.

And Simon knew that Johnny would never make him feel less of himself.

“Have you contacted Price yet?”

Johnny shook his head and sighed. “They’re jamming the signal. Cannae say how they do it.”

Simon could only hope they can get out here alive. Maybe he’d honor Johnny’s request for a drink later.

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They were greeted with the loud car alarms from outside once more. And as expected, Johnny spots the green laser tag of the sniper again, this time pointed at his chest. The bastard wasn’t taking any chances, he thought.

The main hall was how they could remember it looked when they initially infiltrated it: wide and littered with the dead bodies of Russian guards on the cold floor. This building, hidden away near the main country borders, wasn’t supposed to be a haven for Ultranationalists, and yet Johnny and Simon did good work turning the place into their graveyard.

But aside from Russian terrorists led by Makarov, there seems to be another underlying group that they don’t know of.

KorTac.

“Ah, I see euer Freund here has returned from the dead.”

The car alarms went silent in an instant before the familiar voice spoke.

A tall figure then appeared from the shadows. Taller than Simon, perhaps, maybe more than 6 feet, and bulkier too. A hood-like mask covered his face with red streaks below the eye holes. He also wears body armor, seemingly matching that of Simon’s that hugged his bulky figure.

If Johnny could tell, he’d think KorTac is a mercenary group like Grave’s Shadow Company. But this guy… This guy seemed far more dangerous, and it almost sent shivers to know he was the Colonel he talked with on the radio.

“Why do ya want the intel?” Johnny sneered as he clutched his weapon, but the German Colonel tsked as he held his gloved hand up like a sign, instantly making the laser tag move to the Scot’s forehead.

“I suggest you drop your weapon, Soldat. No need to have some brain matter splat on the floor.”

A growl emanated from Simon’s throat.

 The Colonel laughed darkly as he crossed his arms to my chest. “Aww… Did I make your ugly mutt mad? He looks like he needs a tighter leash.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you…” The Lieutenant sent him a deadly glare outmatching his Sergeant’s, his words laced with venomous promise.

“Better keep your word, Hund.” Simon could feel the bastard grinning behind the mask. “The intel, Jungen. It’s better off in our hands than yours. And as I promised, we’ll get you the medical care you need.”

“And why would we believe ya?” Johnny retorted. “Ah could just shoot ya dead, and we get the hell outta here.”

The Colonel raised his gloved hands, indicating something for the duo to see. He had no weapons, nor did he have a sidearm on either side of his hips. He could only use either his raw strength, which clearly could match Simon and Johnny, or signal his sniper teammate from outside to shoot their heads off.

They still have nowhere to run. Johnny could tell that.

“There’s no need for more violence, meine Freunde. Imagine if we could just let go of the hate, ja?” His voice sounded sickeningly try-hard persuasive; it made Johnny’s blood boil.

Let go of the hate? After shooting his Lieutenant and making him bleed to the brink of death? He’d rather go to hell with all the hate in the world.

“We don’t make deals with devils like ya,” Johnny responded, his glare never faltering as he prepared to pull the trigger of his gun.

“… So be it.” One gloved hand formed a fist. It was the signal. To shoot.

Simon gasped as he realized this. “Johnny…!” Every fiber of his being was alerted, and he used all his will and strength to move his bulky body to cover Johnny, shielding him from the bullet that was aimed at his head.

He braced for it. He waited for another pain to shoot through his body, for blood to splatter once more as he stumbled down to the floor.

…

…

…

“… S-Simon?” Johnny was too stunned to even process what Simon did. In mere seconds, he instantly panicked as he tried to ask if the Brit was okay. Because if not, he would never forgive himself if he got hurt again.

… But nothing happened. Simon’s eyes were shut tightly, and his arms encased Johnny to protect him from the world.

But there was nothing. No pain, no bullet, no more blood other than his recent injury.

And then, they could hear the KorTac Colonel talk in a tone that could be described as shocked.

“… WAS?! Was meinen Sie damit, dass wir sie nicht töten sollten?!”

The duo breathed a somewhat relieved sigh before they turned to look at the Colonel. He was frantic with his radio as he kept looking outside as if he was communicating with the sniper.

“I mean, why shouldn’t we kill them, meine Schatz?! They have the intel about—”

He was occupied. Now’s their chance to—

“You!” The Colonel pointed a gloved finger at them and snarled before they could even make a move. “Are you two from 141?! Answer me truthfully!”

Simon was the one to answer, clutching his injured shoulder carefully while Johnny held him in place. “Why the fuck do you want to know?”

“Verdammte Schwachköpfe, we don’t want to be enemies with Captain Price!”

… Things just got more confusing now.

You're in Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

#ghoap #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanfic #soap x ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod #konig #horangi #korangi #konig x horangi

[umbrarkzoo]

work was slow so i wrote a short story about my human au with a prompt requested by my friend- she wanted to see puppet and lefty kind of reconciling/getting along

“I’m really mad at you”

“I know.”

“I have frequent thoughts about hurting you.”

“I know.”

“You don't even have to be doing anything, your existence just fills me with rage.”

“I kn-”

“You know. And you do nothing about it. You never do anything.”

“I don't.”

There was a long pause, and upon realizing her cage was not going to retaliate, the woman loudly groaned in annoyance. God he was such a pain in the ass. Never did anything except blink once in a while, or play his stupid songs to “calm her down”. Well she wasnt calm! Who could be calm after being kidnapped? Much less in the company of such a boring person. 

Okay in his defense hes not realy himself is he Mari? She thought to herself

I dont give a fuck whatever he is - his company SUCKS

….

It sucks so bad im arguing with myself just for some entertainment. God screw this guy. 

Maybe he knew she was in a bad mood and thats why he let her out - “just for a couple minutes” he said…

“You make very strong facial expressions when you’re thinking. I wonder what youre thinking about?” The man said, his yellow eye tearing into the empty black voids she called her eyes.

oh now he wants to talk.

…

“I was thinking about how much you need to work on your staring problem, you look stupid….and creepy.” She responded- baring her sharp teeth at him.

“It’s a requirement of my job.” He responded, emotionless. 

“To look like a fucking creep?” 

“Well that… I guess… and to look after you. Always” He paused, as though in thought. “Especially after all those stunts you’ve pulled in the past.” He sounded a little annoyed. Interesting…

“Yeah well - sorry but im not about to make your job easier when it comes at the expenses OF MY OWN FUCKING FREE WILL” she yelled into his ear - just to once again get no reaction.

“You’ll get it back.” The man responded as though his ears and head were not ringing currently. 

“The time we spend together is only temporary, maybe one day you'll look back on this experience and find it was somewhat enjoyable? Just relax a bit…. For both of our sake. “

The woman was about to yell at him again for his ridiculous and very delusional suggestion, but decided she should spare her already raspy voice from more abuse. Silent treatment it was if he wanted to be an ass. 

His brow furrowed just slightly at her unusual reaction - or lack of.

“Well if it makes you that uncomfortable, I'll focus my eyes on other things from time to time. No promises if you make another escape attempt though.”

Still silence. 

“I’ll give you more time out of the “cage” too?”

Silence. 

“Okay that was messed up to say-”

“RAAAAAAAGHHHHHH CAN YOU EVER JUST SAY SOMETHING USEFUL” she betrayed her poor vocal chords but jesus this guy can never just-

Okay no, you need to calm down mari. Be calm. He is your captor- he is unpredictable. One minute hes a literal blank piece of paper and the next he starts acting like he has a personality-You know that. Hes never genuine so dont give in. Dont get angry, maybe he wants that. Be calm. Be caaaalm. 

“Ahem…” she paused. “Nevermind. Maybe its better that you stay mute.”

The man blinked.

“Oh so thats why youre mad. Ive been keeping you in the dark haven’t i?” 

….

“Yeah. literally too.” 

Okay did he smile a little just now or am i going insane-

“Well…” He started. “I suppose I could make your experience less boring by answering some questions. Just as long as you dont tell the Security Puppet or Mr. Emily-”

“Tell me about mr. emily please!” She wasted no time. There was something about that man in particular, something off. She felt so hurt whenever she saw him even though she had no idea who he was. 

“I.. Please tell me. Im not gonna say anything. Hes your boss right?”

The man looked to his side briefly, as though he was pondering something. 

“You could say that.”

“And hes the reason why im here right? Hes the one who asked for me to be here?”

“Well, he didn't really know about this whole… situation… until recently. The Security Puppet. That stripped lady. Shes the one who wanted you from the start. For Henry.”

“Oh….his name is Henry Emily?” She looked to the floor.

“Why does that sound…so familiar?” she whispered

If she had looked up, she would have noticed the very noticeable expression of discomfort that plastered itself on the larger man. He was in a great conflict with himself whether he should tell this woman everything or stick to what he was created to do. 

He ultimately stuck to the latter and remained silent. 

Screw finding answers right now, her heart started hurting. Why did she feel like she wanted to cry? She needed a distraction. If this guy saw her crying - he’d probably use it against her…

————

“Okay and that bitch who stole my look then. She created you?”

What a comment. He almost wanted to laugh. But he had to stay stoic…

“Yes,” A pause. “She is indeed the bitch who created me.” Well he could break a little bit of character one in a while. He deserved to treat himself at least a little. 

And now he wanted to laugh even harder seeing the surprised face on the small woman. He deserves a raise for how much composure he has really.. That is, if he was even getting paid in the first place. 

“Okay then….” she furrowed her brows at him. “So if I was to extract revenge on everybody whoose ever wronged me.. She would be a perfect target then, right?”

Okay now he was really starting to like this girl. If only he could drop his persona and offer to help her.

“Well she did kill me for the sole purpose of capturing you.” He internally smirked at her gasp of horror, “disemboweled me and did cruel experiments on my body for this mission. Im pretty sure Im going to get incinerated after I’ve completed this job too,” He said nonchalantly to the look of horror and rage that was forming on the womans face. If he couldn't hurt SP himself, he could at least give this captee more encouragement to do it for him, “All of this was her idea anyway, so I suppose that yes, she would be an ideal target. Though you didn't hear that from me.”

—————

Wtf….oh god no wonder this guys so weird- hes just like me!! And that BITCH shes just like william! William….. Oh that name…

——————

Her raged expression calmed itself, to the disappointment of the large man. Maybe it was immature but he was somewhat hoping shed explode right then and there and make him take her to the security puppet where he could witness a good show…. maybe join in if the brainwashing fully went away….

“You poor thing….” now her expression was turning somber. “You poor, poor man…” Tears began to form in her eyes.

Okay he wasnt expecting this….should he have kept his mouth shut?

Her shoulders started to shake and he could hear faint whimpers as she tried to control her emotions. She curled into a ball before him and started shaking back and forth.

….yeah he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Theyre still doing this to us…” She muffled as her hands covered her face, “it must have hurt you so much… what she did to you…what they did to us,.....”

“Ummm” How was he supposed to approach this….. he didnt know she could cry.

“..how many more deaths will it take for this nightmare to end” She cried out. “DAMN HER!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!” her sobbing became louder

He really did not know what to do right now- wow this took a sudden turn.

“My friends, my family… I lost them all because of monsters like her….”

oh

“Im lost now you know. My brother…Fred…he’s not here to guide me anymore…That green man burnt them all”

OH.

“And im just a shell of myself now… I dont think Ill ever be able to leave it…. I lost them.. I think it was ‘99? What year is it anymore…”

“2017.” he blurted out, almost immediately regretting it. 

“Oh.” 

It was a rhetorical question wasn't it?

—————

The shock she was in distracted her from her pain at least. She just layed there, exhausted from her outburst, staring at the night sky before her. 

She just kept breaking her promises to herself. Now this man knew her vulnerabilities. And honestly, she didnt care anymore.

She didnt want to be paranoid. She didnt want to be angry. Not at him, not at Security Puppet, not at ….henry, not even at william. She was so tired of feeling. Numbness was all she wanted.

————

The man just sat next to her and looked up with her. It was a beautiful night. They could forget what just transpired for now, for both their sake. She was embarrassed in a way, but he didnt seem to hold anything against her.

I dont think he’s all that capable of judging me anyway.

A long time had passed, the woman's tears subsiding, though her messy makeup marked her pain for all to see. 

They sat in silence for the next couple of hours, until the man spoke up.

“Miss?”

She hummed in acknowledgement.

“What do you want me to call you if not Ch- if not that other name.”

….

“Just call me Puppet for now.”

Another minute of silence.

“And what should I call you?” She asked. 

It was about time they both introduced themselves properly anyway.

“.....Lefty” He responded rather sheepishly. 

…..

“Lefty?”

“Yeah?”

“You have a really stupid name.”

Away from her vision, he grinned at the sparkling sky. 

“I know.”

#Me dumb au #Theyre not entirely friends but they wouldn’t consider each other enemies :] #Sorry for grammar issues lol i wrote this in one sitting and i dont feel like editing x-x #btw its obivous something bad happened to lefty since hes a literal walking cage- #What triggered maris reaction was knowing it was security puppet who did that- like theres another william out there

[anarchytaken]

Ruler of the End - Chapter 7

Twisted Wonderland x Male reader

The young boy huffed, crossing his arms, “I suppose I can’t turn a blind eye to this.” He then introduced himself, “My name is Riddle Roseheart and that attire is inappropriate for school.” he pointed at the dragon’s shirt. Said dragon looked down at said shirt, raising a brow. “Is it? The head mage had given me this when he settled in our dorm.”

“You mean that ramshackle building?” The boy, named Riddle, widened his eyes in surprise before shaking his head in exasperation. “I can’t believe the head mage would leave you in that wreckage of a structure.” 

“It’s quite fine, I was able to renovate it so it will meet our comfort and provide a solid roof over our heads.” Tenebris shifted his hold on the books. “Putting that aside, my name is Tenebris, nice to meet you Riddle Roseheart.”

“The pleasure's all mine,” Riddle then sighs as he gazes with furrowed brows at the shelf above him. Again, Tenebris asked him the same question “Can I help you in reaching your desired book?”

“No thank you, I can manage.” Once again, the dragon stood there, bearing witness to Riddle’s struggling and futile attempts to reach his book. Didn’t help when Floyd popped around the corner and grinned at the sight. “Goldfish!”

Tenebris waved in response, despite the feeling of dread that churned in his stomach, as Floyd took long strides towards them. “Hello, Floyd.”

“Orca is here too!”

“I thought I was a sea slug,”

“Mm, nah, we already have a sea slug and you look like an orca.”

“Ah, is that so?”

And for the next three minutes, the dragon watched as Floyd teased Riddle of his height. He decided to end it by wrapping his tail around the redhead and lifting him up to his desired shelf. He should check on Yuu and the rest after this.

*-*

Yuu was having a bad day.

Classes were fine, just the usual bratty child Grim and trouble-making Ace and Deuce (Though Deuce is more of an unintentional trouble-maker) until the Unbirthday party after school. But it was when the Unbirthday party started that everything went to shit. After meeting Cater at the front and helping him paint the roses, he dressed them up for the party with Heartslabyul uniforms for their friends and an outfit similar to the Mad Hatter for Yuu.

Then came the giving of the tart.

Oh boy, everything was wild with the cute but scary redhead guy, Riddle, getting angry because they brought a tart that was against one of the rules of the dorm ‘Do not bring a mont blanc to Unbirthday parties’ or something along those lines before destroying the tart they made! At that point, they were fuming as they retorted to the redhead and his by-the-rules attitude.

And that’s how they ended up with a collar around their neck.

God, it felt like being in their household again. Collared and forced to obey every command and rule.

Riddle looked down at them despite being shorter than Yuu by inches, it felt like they were being looked down upon. Beside them were Deuce and Grim who were equally collared, struggling. “Trey! Cater! Eject these offenders out of here!”

The two seniors that Yuu befriended, Trey and Cater, looked hesitant but still complied. “Yes, house warden.”

Yuu will not stand for this, “Wait! You can’t seriously follow him when he’s like this!?”

“Sorry,” Cater apologized with a sad smile. “But we can’t disobey the house warden.”

Ace glared at their other side, “So that’s how it’s gonna be? Bring it on!”

But before any of them could make the next move, a voice deep and smooth spoke from the entrance. “What in the three realms is happening?”

Relief flooded through Yuu’s system as they swiveled to see Tenebris in a pair of knee-length shorts and a grey tee while being bare feet. His hair was let down, letting some of his locks go to the front of his face as he arched a fine brow over one of his sharp purple and pinkish violet eyes. A frown tugged at his lips as he surveyed the area and the situation, “Mr. Riddle, was it? May I know why my roommate and cat have collars around their necks?”

“I’m not a cat!” Yuu ignored Grims’ protests.

Riddle, the tyrant, huffed. “These. . .ruffians broke one of the rules and ruined the Unbirthday party! And not only that, they insulted the rules of the dorm and the Queen herself!”

“May I know what rule they broke so I can understand their ire?”

Then Riddle told him the rule.

“. . . the type of tart they brought was what ruined the party? “

“A crime against the Queen of Hearts rules! So you could see why they must be punished.”

“. . .” Tenebris’s face then turned into this adorable confused expression that sent Yuu to heaven. “Is anybody in this dorm allergic to chestnuts?”

Trey had answered, albeit hesitantly under Riddle’s gaze. “Not that I know of,”

“Hmm,” Then the dragon turned to the crowd around them. “Does anybody have any allergies here?”

A majority of them mumbled no with only a few having allergies to peanuts and soy, but those two weren’t even in the tart! Yuu had a feeling that Tenebris was trying to see the logic behind this as he was as confused as he human here.

After getting a response from the crowd, Tenebris nodded before looking at them and their other three. . .accomplices. “You four, wait for me outside of the dorm.”

Yuu didn’t want to, afraid of what will go down, but with a firm look from the dragon, they could only look at their friends and their ward, gesturing the exit with their head, before walking out with collars around their necks.

They glanced back at Tenebris as they head out of the garden, seeing the dragon’s back with folded wings and a passive swinging tail.

*-*

“Could you be a bit lenient with this rule? The tart will hardly harm anyone since none of them are allergic to chestnuts.” Tenebris asked, but Riddle was stubborn. “If I let this slide, then that will lead to my dorm members breaking more rules thinking that I’ll bend more of them! If I do not hold firm on them, then they’ll never learn.”

The dragon furrowed his brow, “ But they weren’t aware of that rule, plus they made that tar to apologize, by making the type of tart a big deal, you literally made their efforts a waste!”

“ Then they should’ve read the rules to make sure! Coming unprepared would be unbecoming of a resident of the Queen of Hearts, who keeps a close eye on her citizens with an iron fist.” Riddle then sighed as if the dragon was a child. “Mr. Tenebris,  I’m aware that you’re not familiar with human customs, but I believe that as a ruler yourself, you shouldn’t question how one handles their soldiers. ”

Tenebris eyed the nervous dorm members, who gulped and shakes a bit when glancing at their strict dorm leader. The dragon is aware that all monarchs, rulers, and empires all have different leaders and all leaders will have various ways of managing their civilization. But there are those who handle their citizens harshly and cruelly in their eyes, and when the citizens are not satisfied - they’ll think their ruler is unfit and then they’ll rebel. A dictator will only bring pain, be corrupted by power, and will fall into the hands of their people. Ripped apart by the furious hands of their citizens that they swore to lead and protect.

Licking his dry lips, Tenebris relents. “I apologize, Mr. Rosehearts,” He looks directly at the redhead’s greyish-blue eyes, “But I must warn you, should you not loosen your strict hold, they’ll be no telling when your people will snap. I hope you’ll be prepared when that happens.”

With a bow, he turns his back to the Red Tyrant and leaves the Garden. When he joins the quarter, he sees them interacting with a purple feline beast-man - who immediately takes an interest in him.

“You got quite the fellow here,” The feline beast man grinned, amber eyes that are lighter than Treys’ curved into moons as he plays with the dragon’s tail.

“. . .I’m glad you like my tail?” He wasn’t sure why he said the statement as a question.

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x male reader #ender dragon reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[hinderr]

How often does Grogu see Gideon? Is it the occasional check up or are they together often?

OKAY SO-

(spoilers for the fic, obviously, and discussion of themes like child abuse and drugging, typical to the fic)

after grogu gets rescued from the Cruiser he doesn't see Gideon like, at all, until the five year mark (until the finale where he- y'know) BUT Gideon literally haunts the kid wherever he goes. for a really long time Gideon was all the kid had, right? So-

For the ten years Grogu was on that Cruiser, at first, he obviously wasn't a fan of Gideon. But staying in a cell alone for so long can get you, and you start being so desperate for any sort of interaction that it doesn't matter who it comes from. And it especially doesn't matter when the man that visits you is, at first, really nice. And interaction feels so good. Eventually you start associating him with the good feeling - eventually you start looking forward to seeing him, and eventually you forget why you didn't even like him in the first place. They actually interacted pretty often in the first few years, with the visits gradually tapering off as the decade went on

And it just so happens that right now you miss your dad. like, a lot. so much it feels like a physical ache. so much it's like one of your bones are missing, or one of your limbs are just gone. so there is this massive, yawning, unending hole just begging to be filled-

and there is one man who might fit in it. his edges are all wrong, they're too sharp, but you take him and you shove him in that gaping maw anyway, because that ache is driving you mad (especially when you forget why you even have that ache in the first place) and even though he starts to make you bleed with all his sharp edges you cannot care, nor really remember that you were supposed to care, that he does not fit with you.

but he's all you have.

and that's the way it is, and at this point it's been this way for as long as you can remember. but then one day everything turns on its head, one day there is this one new guy. and you can't see him, but you can hear him, and he can hear you. so you talk, and you talk, and you talk

and he says something along the lines of, 'pieces that fit aren't supposed to make you bleed.'

and that scares you. it scares you a lot. so you yell at him, you say he's wrong, that he doesn't know anything. he can't know, surely, because something like this is something only you and your puzzle piece of a father can know.

and he says he's supposed to fit. so you believe him.

and then one day, all of the sudden, that puzzle piece of a father is gone. and its replaced with this other guy, a whole new guy, except he slots so perfectly into that gaping hole you've had-

(well. not perfectly. because your puzzle piece of a father had been in there for so long, you've stretched and chipped and cracked to make him fit, and you are not the same as you were before it all)

this new guy doesn't make you bleed. this new guy is nice. and then you realise this guy was that piece, the actual piece that you really needed

but you're not the same anymore.

and it almost feels weird, not to bleed.

and now things are different. they say things are 'better' and by god, you want to believe them, you want to believe them so badly. but how can things be better without your puzzle piece of a father, and surely you can't just leave him behind-?

but things are different. and you are different, too, now. and you know now, logically, that your 'puzzle piece father' was never supposed to fit, and he was never going to fit. and you feel relieved, because now it doesn't hurt, but you also feel angry, because why did it have to hurt in the first place?

but most of all you feel sad. because for some reason, you really wished he could've fit.

so you go see him again. and he's different, a bit more chipped, a bit more worn, but still with all his familiar edges. he still tries to make you bleed, but you bristle and for once, you don't let him in. and seeing him proves it, it finalised that thing you've always known that there's no part of him that'll fit with you

except for the parts that youve cut out to let him in, that is.

and getting that final judgement, a gavel's strike, and it makes you mad and sad all over again, and he gets mad, and he tries again, one last time, to hurt you-

and you don't mean to kill him.

that was your father, once. of course you don't mean it

#the mandalorian #grogu djarin #moff gideon #study on nature and nurture #hinderr asks #jedi-valjean #okay...thank you i think i got it all out of my system now #god i miss them

[disaster-lover]

We already know that Denji is ADHD but I'm so convinced that he's also autistic and I have arguments:

- the most obvious one is that he's so socially inept, like he has no idea what he's doing and ofc that comes from not having proper socialization during his formative years but it also feels like autism I can't really explain

- Like I think not being socialized wasn't what made him "weird" it just made him unable to hide it, or even aware that he was expected to hide aka masking

- one of the most interesting things for me is that while his morals seen very flexible, he has rigid thinking with some small things, especially pertaining food, like how angry he got when Power wasted vegetables or his rule to always swallow things with nutritional values. Actually, he gets mad when people tell him to do things differently or change his mind, like when he was told not to eat from the ground

- He doesn't seen like much of a routine guy (that's Aki) but we do have the sameness and sensory thing of that weird toast he makes. Like eating a specific thing in a specific way every day? Yeah

- One thing that I really wanted to talk about is how he reads as a low empathy autistic, like he doesn't feel empathy/processes his emotion in the expected way and that even makes him question his humanity, which reasonates with how low empathy people are often times perceived as cold and cruel.

- He has this thing where he's either not emoting at all with his face or he's being so expressive and intense that people find it weird

- That scene where he was taking a shower and hitting the bathtub rhythmically while singing? That was stimming, that was fucking stimming

- I also think it's interesting that his only friends and those who he could relate the most where demons and other neurodivergent people (Aki, Asa, etc)

- I could totally see his special interest being romance/dating as a way to form human connections, it's even connected to his masking, like how some people have psychology or body language as a special interest, its his way to try to fit in, but also he's obsessed with it

- He even seems to have like a rigid idea of how romance is supposed to happen, in what order, what milestones he needs to overcome, he's so autistic about dating I'm telling you guys

- Denji definitely strikes me as the type of autistic that relates more with non human things as they've been denied humanity for so long and also who had to ignore his needs (especially sensory issues) for so long that doesn't even know how to unmask

- this is a headcanon but I just have to add it, he's definitely a biter. He deserves chew toys tho he'll prob ruin them so fast with those sharp teeth, but anyway, he looks like he constantly has the autistic need to BITE

#denji #chainsaw man #denji csm #autistic #headcanon #csm headcanons #autistic headcanon #i don't know if this makes sense I might be completely wrong #he just gives me those vibes

[doomfox]

You mentioned that the three boys left alone made a huge mess that Eclipse says was an accident, what happened? 👀

Silver loved his dad. He loved him more than anything in the world. Wade had taken him in, practically raised him, and told his kids he loved them like his own, and that it never mattered they were not his blood. They were family, forever.

But Silver wanted his human dad back. He didn't want his dad to be a monster.

"Silv?" Silver had looked away from his legos as his dad entered the bedroom, watching as his adoptive father approached and lowered himself into a crouch. "I have to go now. You guys gonna behave while I'm out?"

Silver nodded and looked away. He didn't like those yellow, slitted eyes looking into his. They weren't his dad's. The red and black scales weren't his dad's, nor the whiplike tail that curled around his feet, or the sharp teeth that showed when he spoke or he smiled. None of it was his dad.

Wade had sighed and reached out, brushing the back of a hand against his kid's shoulder. "Hey... I know this is hard and you might think it's a little scary... but no matter what I look like, I'm still your dad. And I love you so much, okay? That's never going to change."

Silver felt a pang of guilt. He didn't want to make his dad sad, no matter what had happened or how different things were. The little hedgehog allowed himself to be pulled into a hug and wrapped his arms around his father, burying his face in Wade's chest. Hugs still weren't the same. His dad was supposed to be soft and warm. Not hard and scaly, smelling of leather and meat. But Silver was fluffy, so maybe he could make up for it himself. He didn't want his dad to be sad.

"I'll only be an hour, okay?" Wade had said, returning to his feet and brushing himself off. "We'll eat when I get back. And behave!"

It hadn't been long after that Wade had left, briefly stopping to bid farewell to his eldest son before leaving. Silver had ran to watch his dad leave from the window, Wade climbing into uncle Tom's truck before the vehicle rumbled away down the drive.

Silver wished his dad would come back normal. He wished Auntie Maddie would find a way to turn him human again.

Silver's ear tweaked at the sound of voices coming from the living room.

He scowled, suddenly angry. He wish he had never come here.

Silver lowered himself from the window and padded through the house, entering the living room to find two figures occupying the couch. Both had the same red-and-black colouring, and both clutched Nintendo Switch controllers in their hands. Though while Shadow Whipple was a hedgehog, like Silver, the other occupant of the Whipple household was scaled. Yellow-eyed and sharp toothed, a long tail presently wrapping around his legs as he leaned toward the tv screen with concentration. A miniature version of the creature Silver's dad had become.

The one who had caused it in the first place.

Shadow hadn't been very happy with Eclipse either when the Darkling had first shown up on Earth, and had been mad with the alien when their dad's new form had been unveiled after the accident. But since then, as Eclipse had hung around, he and his biological sibling had bonded, and spent a considerable amount of time around one another these days. The black hedgehog had shown his space-born brother how to live in a human household, and Eclipse had reluctantly learned, but right now they certainly seemed to be having fun together. On Shadow and Silver's Switch.

Silver glared at the two, neither hedgehog nor Darkling noticing his presence until he stepped forward and spoke loudly. "Shadow, do you want to play Mario Kart?"

Shadow and Eclipse briefly glanced in his direction before returning attention to their game. "Eclipse and I are playing," the hedgehog said, "you can play later."

"I want to play with you!" Silver said, pouting as he looked at the Darkling. "It's our Switch, Shadow!"

"I was here first!" Eclipse piped up, scowling as he awkwardly jabbed at his controller. His clawed, three-fingered hands weren't exactly built for the small Switch controllers, and Silver thought he looked like an idiot trying.

"Actually, I was here way before you! Like, a whole year ago!" Silver said obtusely, stamping his foot, "so I should be able to play whenever I want!"

"Whatever..." Eclipse's fangs jutted from the sides of his mouth, just like Wade's when the former human tried smiling at Silver, "I'm Shadow's real brother, so I should get to play with him whenever I want!"

A green forked tongue stuck out at Silver and the grey hedgehog fought back tears welling in his eyes. "You shouldn't even be here!" Silver choked, hot anger flaring in his chest as he yelled at the stupid Darkling, "you should still be out in the forests! My dad should never have let you stay here!"

"Hey!" Eclipse dropped his controller and hopped off the couch, slinking over to Silver and baring his teeth, "I saved his life! I made him better when he was hurt! And he said... he said I can stay here as long as I want!"

"No he didn't!" Silver balled his fists and all but screamed at Eclipse, while Shadow watched apprehensively from the couch, "he hates you! He hates what you did to him! And he thinks you shouldn't be here as well!"

"No he doesn't!" Eclipse retorted, bringing his tail around and wringing it in his hands. "You're lying!

"Nu-uh! He hates your guts! And I do as well! You turned my dad into a monster and I wish you'd just go away!!!"

Silver punctuated the last words with a shove to Eclipse's chest. Silver hadn't meant to actually start a fight, he was just upset and mad. But he pushed too hard, sending Eclipse tumbling onto and over the coffee table, all five limbs writhing and sending snacks and juice boxes flying to the floor.

Silver's hands raised to his mouth, ears drooping as he registered the mess Eclipse had just made. "Look what you did!" Shadow cried, hopping to the floor and staring at Silver. He pointed at the stains in the carpet. "dad's gonna go mental when he sees that!"

"I didn't do it! He did!" Silver meant to protest, upset at the inclination that he would get blamed for this. But he didn't have time. With an enraged snarl, Eclipse himself pounced onto the coffee table and, with no thought for further collateral damage, launched himself at Silver.

Silver shrieked, too slow to use his psychokinesis as Eclipse ploughed into him, and the two boys battered and punched and kicked at one another viciously. Silver yelled and Eclipse hissed and snarled, Shadow screamed from nearby and curled into himself. The television slammed into the floor and broke as the boys banged into it, before they hit the floor themselves and fought each other in a writhing mess of awkwardly flailing limbs.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???"

Silver heard his dad's voice, loud and angry, as he tried to protect himself with his arms over his head. Next thing he knew Eclipse was being dragged off of him, and the hedgehog looked just in time to see the Darkling reflexively spin and offer a slash of claws to the larger adult gripping him around the waist.

Eclipse seemed to understand what he'd done instantly, hopping away and cowering like a frightened dog as Wade remained still. Silver's dad had his eyes close, one hand resting against his snout. "I'm sorry!!!" Eclipse yelped, shaking in position as his yellow eyes looked fearfully up to his larger mirror, "I didn't mean to!!! He made me!!!"

Silver flapped his mouth, tears leaking from his eyes. Why was his dad even back so soon? He hadn’t been gone five minutes it seemed. "He's lying! He started it!!!"

"Silver..." Wade's eyes reopened and he briefly checked his hand, green blood smeared on the fingers, "go to your room. Eclipse, go to mine. I don't want to hear another peep out of you until I say so."

Eclipse scampered away immediately, unwilling to be around the adult a moment longer. Silver heard Shadow moan from the couch, the black hedgehog still curled into himself and rocking in position. It hadn't been ten minutes and his entire world had come crashing down. "But... but I didn't-"

"NOW."

Silver jumped, almost cowering himself under his dad's attention. Slitted eyes glared at him from above, his dad's fangs baring from the corners of his mouth. The grey hedgehog's ears went flat to his head, and he ran off to do as he was told. Tears ran down his muzzle and he collapsed into his bed, wailing into the pillow as he bemoaned the injustice of it all. It was Eclipses' fault, entirely his fault, and Silver would pay for it anyway.

He wished the stupid Darkling was dead.

#ask #livingthewritelife things #stillafanofsonic #Darkling Wade #Wade Whipple #Silver Whipple #Shadow Whipple #Eclipse the darkling #Writing #oh for the record Wade came back because he forgot his phone #I forgot to write that little detail in their lol

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All The Things We Should Have Had

for @softranswolves for the Stiles Shipping Central discord server’s monthly ficlet exchange!! candles prompt becomes Sterica mourning Boyd together in the woods 😭

| Sterica | Gen | 1k | Grief/Mourning | Survivors Guilt | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Established Relationship |

(also on AO3)

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The woods were empty. It had been a while since Stiles was last in the Preserve at night, mostly because he liked to stay alive, but tonight was a special occasion. If something like this could rightfully be called a special occasion. That term was usually reserved for happy things—holidays, graduations, promotions! Instead, there was Erica carrying a small cloth-wrapped bundle through the trees in the middle of the night, quieter and more subdued than Stiles had ever seen her.

There was nothing happy about this.

Stiles pulled his jacket tighter around himself and followed in Erica’s footsteps, letting her lead the way. He wasn’t sure if she had a destination in mind or was just looking for a good spot, but eventually she stopped in a small clearing where the almost-full moon shone down unobstructed. In the light, she knelt.

The picture of Boyd that she unwrapped wasn’t one that Stiles had seen before. It was in profile, his face downturned but smiling. The hint of a blue lunch tray was in the corner of the frame, and it looked candid, like he hadn’t known that someone was photographing him. Stiles had never seen Boyd smile like that.

“Lighter?”

Stiles pulled his eyes away from the photo. Erica had her hand held out. He dug around in his pocket for the lighter he’d swiped from his dad and dropped it into her open palm. The candle she lit was small and white, its light only battling back the darkness for a few inches. That was enough when all it had to illuminate was one boy’s grainy photo.

“She was supposed to kill me,” Erica said into the silence. “Kali, I mean. I was the one who attacked, you know? I started that fight. I—”

“If you say you should’ve been the one to finish it, and by ‘finish it’, you actually mean ‘die’, I’m gonna be real mad. Just saying.”

Erica’s laugh was weak, but it was better than the way her voice had cracked when she’d said the alpha’s name. She slumped sideways, kicking her legs around to pull them up to her chest instead and propping her chin on her knees. Stiles sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was a good sign that she let him; not too long ago, her grief had been a prickly thing, guilt making the edges sharp and dangerous. She was still learning how to be sad without being angry too.

“He didn’t die because of you,” Stiles told her. “He may have fought for you, but that’s not the same thing. You were fighting for him too, and for Cora. It’s not your fault that the chips fell the way they did.”

The weak candlelight flickered over Erica’s face. The shadows made her look thinner, more like she had been when they had rescued her from that godforsaken bank vault. She had not been a pretty sight, but she’d been in far better shape than Boyd—dead for days, stuffed unceremoniously into a supply closet. Even a whole year later, Allison still had nightmares about the smell.

“He did fight for me,” Erica said, eyes on Boyd’s picture. “He always did. He just…he cared, you know?”

Her voice cracked again. Stiles tightened his hold, pulling her head down onto his shoulder. Her face, when she turned to hide it against his neck, was wet.

“I didn’t know him,” Stiles admitted. “I mean, I didn’t know you back then either. Not really.”

Everything had been such a clusterfuck back then. They’d all been at each other’s throats, picking sides and double crossing each other, facing threats from every angle. To Stiles, Boyd had just been some guy from school that had signed on to be Derek’s newest lackey. He drove the zamboni on the weekends and that was about all Stiles knew about him.

Erica, though. Erica had spent time with him. Erica had gone through the transformation with him, had trained with him, had sat with him at lunch and screamed herself hoarse with him in the Argent basement and been at his side when he died. Of all of them, Erica was the only one who had truly been Boyd’s friend. The months after they had rescued Erica, Cora, and not Boyd from that bank vault had been rough—it was weeks before she would even be in a room with Derek without screaming at him, and she still hadn’t fully forgiven Allison for everything that went down between them.

She still got angry. She still lashed out sometimes, even at people that she’d forgiven or decided had done nothing wrong. Stiles didn’t care. The world was an unjust place where good people died for no good reason, and if there was anything that Stiles understood, it was being angry about that. He couldn’t count the number of times he had punched his pillow until the seams burst or snapped at Scott and his dad just because they had the bad luck to speak to him while he was missing his mom.

He wished he’d brought a picture of her, to lay down by Boyd’s side in the candlelight. But tonight wasn’t about her, or about him. It was about a boy who had just wanted to have some friends in his life, and about the one friend he had made before his life was ended.

Stiles pressed his lips to Erica’s temple. He couldn’t think of anything to say, but Erica, for once, seemed content with silence. She curled into his side and let him take her weight, her breath hitching with all the tears she usually fought back with growls. The candle, already drowning in its own wax, wouldn’t last much longer. Soon, Erica would wipe her face, wrap up the photo, and lead the way back to the life she had fought so hard to rebuild.

But for now, they remembered. It wasn’t much, but Boyd deserved that much.

#Sterica #Erica Reyes #Vernon Boyd #Stiles Stilinski #Teen Wolf #cosim18 #softranswolves #fics by me

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7 fe bru ar y 2023 Tuesday mar test 11:48 am pdt

I am questioning 🤨 god on things he wants me 2 believe. & he’s burning 🔥 burning 🥵 me more. Everything online is to mislead. Jewelry in sponsored stories on Instagram. Etc.

when Nick & I had “friends with benefits” arrangement? Which didn’t feel or look like friendship at all. He asked me 2 write ✍️ an email 📧 to him, a s*x fantasy email 📧. But I I think 🤔 I remember (#3 cramps pain 😖😭😤🥵🤬🐒💨) writing ✍️ a cute picnic 🧺 date? I remember asking him have you ever tried peanut 🥜 butter 🧈 & honey 🍯 sandwiches 🥪? His response reply was “it’s all wrong. You��re supposed to write ✍️ stuff like “d*ck in clit”” 11:56 am pdt something very close if not exactly that, is what he wrote to me. 11:57 am pdt once, I don’t remember the chronology of events, I found him b4 class early in the morning by himself at a outdoors lunch table w/benches (blood spurt 😞nausea hot 🥵 belly & back 11:58 sharp pain left armpit 11:59 am pdt) & I went to sit w/him, across from him @ the table. He didn’t say a word 2 me.one of my friend came to us & offered candy 🍬 but he didn’t say anything then either. I said “you probably don’t eat candy?” I think 🤔 I remember he shook his head no. Then when my friend was talking to me he got up & went to a small group with cheerleaders 📣 a few feet away. 12:02 pm pdt. My friend was a year ahead of us in age & grade. 12:03 pm pdt so we were either sophomore or junior grade @ that time bcz she was around. 12:03 pm pdt we were probably sophomores & maybe it was b4 March? 12:04 pm pdt

12:15 pmpdt 12:17 pmpdt incubus wants me 2 believe that I was being tested & that I’m the bad apple. I feel like the bad apple. He wants me 2 believe Nick is good & I am not. Fine. You want to believe it, who am I 2 convince you otherwise! 12:20 pmpdt

You like a guy like that that’s up to you! 12:22 pmpdt

1:19 pmpdt junior year unfortunately we were in a back to back class together. One cold day, bcz I remember I wore a long sleeve purple top, while in class he asked to borrow my graphing calculator. This guy had his own graphing calculator that he somehow I think uploaded video games onto freshman year algebra class (we were in the same class then, too. & I remember I tried 2 talk 2 him once while he was playing on (nausea 1:23 pmpdt pain abdominal) & he completely ignored me.) so I gave him it to borrow & then he flirted w/krystle while he used it. I think 🤔 I got angry 😤 & I heard people whisper my name saying I was mad. 1:25 pm pdt. I think 🤔 I was mad he’s borrowing my calc & flirting w/another girl. But I didn’t realize until I think last year? That he was trying to make it look like we were friends & that nothing happened btwn us. 1:27 pm pdt gas ⛽️ lighter! He was getting smart!? 1:27 pm pdt

1:28 pm pdt I never let him touch me but it could have happened bcz I was very attracted to him. 1:29 pm pdt

1:33 pm pdt I smell 👃 like trash 🗑 the incubus wants me to know he thinks I’m trash 🗑. 1:34 pm pdt 1:35 pmpdt I almost don’t remember this part. I think 🤔 later that same day? Or close to it, he instant messaged me on aol proskater1543? Something like that he says something like why you angry at me in front of the class? He seemed mad at me I thought. 💭 but I think cuz I maybe started to dislike him? Or annoyed? Or still angry? I didn’t want to care? So I ignored him? I remember there were a lot of times I tried to talk to him online when I think I ended the friends w/benefits & he put up 🆙 an away message (heart? pain 1:39 pm pdt coughing exhaling hot 🥵 air 1:40) I think he was playing a game called counter strike? 1:40 pmpdt) 1:41 pmpdt

6:19 6:20 pmpdt last time I looked @ some of my drawings it looked like not what I remembered. Either they made a crappie replica or I have a really bad memory & perception of the quality of my work. I remember my art 🖼 teacher saying I did “A quality work” but bcz I turned in my work late I got B’s. I hesitated b4 I made marks on the paper 📄 so it took me a long time to complete stuff. I think 🤔 that the replacement of a lot of stuff is a sign 🪧 he the incubus plans to kill me. Also my photos & ID card photos have been altered. 6:24 pm pdt 😰 6:25 pmpdt I think I will never recover & other people will reap any rewards that came from my work that was inspired by my difficulty & hardships. I think it’s unfair this hand 🤚 of cards 🃏 I have been dealt but whatever, no one cares until it’s their turn to suffer? 6:27 pm pdt. Incubus will never care. He does whatever he wants when he wants & he has power so why should he care when he does not have to suffer? There was something in the news 📰 ≈2017 about a young boy who probably died of child abuse. I read something that they quoted him saying that “they probably don’t really mean to [hurt him]” something about multiple bruises. When I read that I wonder if the incubus was misleading him & the parents were possessed by the incubus? It was automatic at the time bcz of how much he was doing stuff. 6:32 pm pdt I probably won’t be able to find it again & a lot of stuff is altered probably by the incubus. 6:32 pmpdt 6:34 pmpdt a lot of people have hurt me big time, I don’t think 🤔 I hurt anyone as much as other people did? I don’t recall punching 🥊 anyone in the head. The one time I did that bad decision with the car 🚗 I described in a previous post, I don’t believe anyone got hurt. I didn’t hear anything hit my car no blood 🩸 no screaming, still daylight & hundreds of people & cars 🚗 all around me. I once felt possibly bad vibes? When I went into a bank 🏦 it felt as if people there wanted to kill me. 6:38 pmpdt is this the bad vibes ? Or is it a different feeling? Maybe 🤔 it’s different. 6:39 pmpdt back is starting to feel tight. Christina Grimmie seemed to have gotten signs 🪧 that she was going to die? The music video with a costumed man 👨 & an alien 👽 looking weapon. 6:41 pmpdt I feel fear bad ominous feelings about writing ✍️ the car thing again

I will remind you you gave me signs 🪧 incubus that you controlled traffic w/o verbal explanation. You allowed me to come to my own conclusion & wishful thinking until it was too late to change my mind . I guess I could have changed my mind but I had a learning disability & I was desparate to make it the bank 🏦 on time. I had came to the conclusion that god will stop 🛑 people from getting in my way & let me get there in time. I didn’t think 🤔 it was a test until probably too late. The way it happened I really think everyone stopped that god stopped him for me. I didn’t leave immediately. No one had a reaction which most likely means nothing happened. 6:47 pmpdt

8:22 pmpdt 8:23 pmpdt Nick won was in the last autocorrect box 📦 Nick only talked to me online when he was horny. When he was done ✅ masturbating he would immediately say bye. There was no friendship, only benefits. 8:25 pmpdt

8:26 pmpdt after I started talking to “Brendan” & Michigan guy, I somehow decided to end friends with benefits w/ Nick. It took a little time, but I remember slightly I’m doubting myself 4 some reason. I forget how I ended it. But I remember telling him something maybe 🤔 like no offense but you’re a pig 🐷. I remember feeling as if I can visualize him crying getting upset about what I instant messaged him. 8:30 🕣 pmpdt mayb that’s how I ended it with him???? 8:31 pmpdt “Brendan” was sugary sweet. The way he spoke online & on the phone ☎️. The Michigan guy was very nice, too. I wanted to meet him around the time I was turning 18 years old but my mom got too afraid 😱 & begged me to stop 🛑. 😞 8:33 pmpdt

8:50 pmpdt time is going fast 💨. Incubus has been roasting my back 😞😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵 8:51 pmpdt

9pmpdt it was not until too late that I started realizing that I had feelings growing for another guy. I had started to fall in love 🥰 I thought w/ a classmate. I heard he was going to the dance 💃 w/ one of his friends from his clique. After I realized my feelings & a friend saw me she thought 💭 I was in love too & then she broke the news 📰 to me that they’re dating now. Bad timing! Timing ⏱ 9:05 pmpdt & then I think it was then I saw 👀 him give her a little pda that looked like he was giving her a quick cute nuzzling. 9:06 pmpdt

9:49 pmpdt a lot of people die. Very slowly. I have to come to my own conclusion that they’re killing me. The incubus is. & he has been taking my stuff & probably stole a ring 💍 my mom bought for me in 2017/2018. I’m missing a whole box 📦 of random jewelry. Incubus, you’re already a millionaire why you have to take from me? 9:59 pmpdt

10:01 pmpdt the assistants to incubus who probably have the role of small task gigolo didn’t do a very good job 🧐 the face caress was very lacking. I remember I was moving around with my eyes closed & I felt a very slight 1 second touch. It was if they didn’t want to touch me. The kiss was very light & quick. It lacked passion? But I guess my body is too absurd now & guys are shallow in that department?(porn, strip clubs, magazines, play boy mansion, Etc 10:10 pmpdt 😞.). I started feeling turned in (1:20 am pdt “turned on” incubus likes to edit) by a few unattractive men a few times in my life. Not sure 🤔 a guy could say this the same. & then s/he did a move under my chin I’m not sure what it was maybe 🤔 it was a caliper? That moved stunned 😳 me the most took me by surprise. The whole thing did. 10:09 pmpdt

10:11 pmpdt I’m not going to ask 4 a redo. Plz leave me alone, maroon me.

1:20 am pdt 1:21 am pdt I’m afraid 😱 incubus will do whatever he can do, he will take it far to convince people who he meeds to convince. I’m not going to ask for him to prove anything anymore bcz usually he used it as an excuse to kill me more. It wasn’t even that great 😫😑🤨🧐 1:24 am pdt honestly those touches & kisses weren’t worth dying for!

4:10 am pdt incubus acidically burned my vag again. 😖😭😫😰😑he won’t let me even be even momentarily happy by myself! He had to hogg a lot of money 💰 & musical 🎵 venues for himself. I’ve watched your concert 🎵 videos you look 👀 & sound! Like you don’t even try to sing well sometimes. What are people paying to see??? Your d*ck????? Here’s some thing I thought 💭 of yesterday you know what yoga 🧘🏻‍♀️ is good for? Probably sucking your own d*ck! Maybe 🤔 you should practice doing that from now on incubus! 4:17 pm pdt 4:18 pm pdt you should probably ask Scott & Nick to suck your d*ck since they probably like you so much & you probably like them! You can play d*ck sucking games 2gether. 4:20 pmpdt

junior year I showed a classmate some drawings ✍️ I drew. One was a tree 🌳 that had been in a thunderstorm ⛈. Nick commented on it saying it looks like the emotion anger or something like that. I think 🤔 it was also... was it sophomore year???? He instant messaged me Something like you like to fight? He meant argue though. I think 🤔 he was trying to make me feel like I should not complain? I forget what it was about... was it bcz he was ignored me & not talking to me when he was not horny? I forget... it might have been that. If so, yeah good point Nick, prostitutes should not complain when they get a gig, even though they didn’t know that was the only type of job you’re willing to give a woman 👩🏻 without compensation... so I was a slave who should not complain? GOOD point. 4:30 🕟 am pdt

If 4/13 is Thomas Jefferson (hefer) is his birthday (acid rib pain front right below breast 4:32 am pdt) I guess I’m screwed then!

4:33 am pdt ladies take it from Nick, don’t complain! 4:34 am pdt

4:35 am pdt worst husband in the 🌎 /universe ! Incubus! You are! Go suck your own d*ck! 4:36 am pdt

4:39 am pdt gum pain started having difficulty breathing. Seriously, don’t complain. 🏃🏻‍♀️ 4:40 am pdt

6:15 am pdt conf confused confirmed in autocorrect boxes 📦

confession: I once kicked Nick in the butt when the teachers rearranged for him to sit in front of me. It was probably right after he had turned around to look 👀 @ me & I felt that he was trying to convey from his look 👀 a look 👀 of romance like “oh it’s meant to be” such a liar 🤥 he is. Acid burning vag pain. Junior year. & bcz I didn’t take the bait he turned back around & went back to being himself- & started to not care again like he was trying to trick me into thinking it’s bcz of the way I responded to him that he went back to not caring even though we already tried friends w/benefits his way the previous year. He was putting on a show it looks. & so & (6:30 am pdt i)kicked him! In the little gap between the back of the seat 💺 & seat bottom. He didn’t yell out. But I think I remember him popping up to attention. Maybe popping up 🆙 from surprise. I remember he wore a bow tie to one of his group presentations trying to impress people. Puh leeese. 6:28 am pdt

6:30 am pdt 6:31 am pdt sometime during junior year I felt like I had to change myself for him, (& maybe 🤔 for others?) to like me more. I tried probably to b cooler 😎? Maybe a little more extroverted? Less shy? I remember reading 📖 a horoscope/astrological thing about what Pisces ♓️ guys like & it said that they like girls who can laugh @ themselves- so I tried to laugh 😂 more in class around him. Unfortunately his bday is more almost 2 weeks b4 Levine’s. I am not sure if I know very many Pisces ♓️ guys but I seem to be striking out with them. I have fallen 4 a Libra ♎️ & a Virgo ♍️ b4 & my ex was a Scorpio ♏️. & the guy w/middle name David mentioned in earlier 👂 posts, his bday is exactly a week b4 my ex bfs bday & he’s a libra ♎️, too. My best friends in college who I met in high school 🏫 are also exactly a week apart? I m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ about one friend’s bday 4 probably a unique problem due to where she was born but I’m not going to get into that. 6:42 am pdt Pisces ♓️ girls I think they’re different from Pisces ♓️ guys???? Gender matters???? 6:43 am pdt

6:47 am pdt maybe 🤔 I’m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️. Maybe 🤔 it’s only him? 6:48 am pdt

6:50 am pdt after “Brendan” ended things w/me online, after Xmas, & I was stuck w/ back to back classes w/Nick ironically, I think 🤔 that’s when I started feeling probably desperate? & feeling like I had to change myself for him? It was probably also after I had started falling for the other guy who ironically started dating someone else after not too long ago expressed interest in me probably the school 🏫 year b4 , b4 Valentine’s Day. 6:56 am pdt I have lousy timing ⏱. & it was him that was I guess my wake up call ☎️ that I was chasing the wrong guys. But now it doesn’t seem to matter. Bcz he rejected 🙅‍♂️ me, too, several times after dating her, even though she had moved to another state w/family & moved on to probably a more attractive guy. 7 am pdt I think 🤔 he had blonde 👱 hair & looked white? 7:01 am pdt there was another guy I could have dated but I messed that up 🆙 w/ a questionnaire chain letter. I had said I was not yet interested in dating him? I think 🤔 & I sent it to multiple people like I think the directions said to do , & I think 🤔 his feelings got hurt, maybe embarrassed? & then he acted like her never talked after that. & he found someone named Debbie not long after that. He was very pleasant to talk to & we liked similar music 🎶 I probably should have tried to date him. I was stupid. It was too easy for me to make bad decisions like that. Maybe 🤔 bcz of my head trauma???? 7:06 am pdt

7:14 am pdt (I have been almost putting pm instead of am all morning. Maybe it’s bcz incubus has been damaging my brain 🧠 again? 7:16 am pdt) burning 🔥 up 🆙 again. I also fell for a Gemini ♊️ Josh. 7:17 am pdt & I liked the Michigan guy by instant messaging he’s Aquarius ♒️. 7:18 am pdt

8:01 am pdt I think I need to write ✍️ a little more of what I remember about the guy on tv 📺 who lost a lot of weight rapidly enough to have a lot of loose hanging skin... I think 🤔 maybe there was a chance he was an athlete in the past bcz I think 🤔 he said he jogged miles a day. Running 🏃🏻‍♀️/jogging is hard. I even have doubt that I would or could do it all over again. Those hills 😞🗻🏔⛰🌄. Being prediabetic makes weight lose more challenging & a little unpredictable? Since (compared to 8:10 am pdt)middle school 🏫 years. 8:08 am pdt