#i never wanted to see them get thru things and it never feels satisfying when theyre done w smth

[guideaus]

anyways, I'm dropping how do we relationship

#personal #obligatory nice to see lgbt media. and in that respect it honestly was fine #but the character developments were off and conflicts in the plot seemed out of place and things got resolved in weird ways #the blonde girl keeps causing problems for some reason #the homophobic guy was not mentioned again despite being in the band?? #and the main girls never gave me any reason to like them being together #i never wanted to see them get thru things and it never feels satisfying when theyre done w smth #the characters are barely fleshed out at all and now theres love rival for both women??? #the two were also presented as opposites but they basically share the same flaws. nanami touko/Midori Oonishi/shima style #probably more stuff i cant remember

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

Hii, could you write something about possessive Soap? You have total freedom to write what you want, but please don’t do anything sad, I can’t stand 😩. In any case I will read everything you give me, I really appreciate your writings I find them really very satisfying! 🩷

However forgive me but I don’t speak English, I hope for being quite understandable

POSSESSIVE SOAP FOR MY GIRLS!

Thanks to this kind reader for the request! ^^ (tag. @dokboom )

- Possessive!Soap is a strange kind of boyfriend, let me explain. He will let his darling dress however she pleases to, because he is a very proud man, and he will flaunt and show off his girl to everyone. Sometimes it feels embarrassing, how easily is for Soap to just lock eyes with a complete stranger and just point at you, you’ll have men watching you, turning their heads for you and your boyfriend would without missing a beat just randomly manhandle you just to show you off. He is so secure about this relationship that nothing really threatens him. If his girl wants to dress up she WILL dress how she wants, because he can fight.

- His ways of showing possessiveness are not quite loud or openly shown. You’ll notice small gestures Soap does to assert his presence in the room and to make sure everyone gets the message about you being off limits.

- One particular thing he does that may seem minor but it’s actually pretty assertive is a quick pinch at your waist. It’s something you two invented, something intimate that he never shared with any woman. He’ll do it in random times too, while you’re out with friends, talking and drinking, his hand making its way to your left wrist jokingly pinching it between two digits. It always makes you giggle, but from an outside perspective you can see the intimacy of the gesture, the message of a man that claims his woman, showing the world how she’s off limits and untouchable.

- “The eyes chico, they never lie”. And his never do. There’s always a particular spark they hold in moments of friction. You could be beside him or at the opposite end of a room, and just by the way he’s looking at you, there’s no doubts to be made, nobody in their right mind would get close to you after seeing how Soap looks in your way. Utterly in love. You’re his girl and his only, he’d go above and beyond for your happiness and well being.

- He’s not fast at introducing you to the Task Force. Ghost is actually the first one to know about your existence but even then it’s only thru a picture that he can see who you are. Soap knows his teammates, he respects them, he looks up to each and every one of them, but he is slow with it, he does not rush you into meeting them, mostly because he is afraid of introducing you to another important future influence that just happens to be of your opposite sex, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to ‘share’ your attention with another male. It’s not something he can postpone forever, especially with Simon, being his closest friend, but still he’s not really dying for y’all to meet. He also does not want to put Simon in uncomfortable situations, Soap knows how he gets with you when he feels jealous, and it’s a part of him he doesn’t really want to disclose to his Lt.

#cod x reader #cod #soap cod #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader

[lakesbian]

💝 for Rachel (for the ask meme)

💝 A headcanon about their love language

yeah these are def just shaping up to be analysis of canon vs. headcanons for most of 'em because we already have interesting canon answers for a lot of these questions but that's ok because that's fun too. this is gonna be a bit messy bc i'm real tired but anyway:

the long and short of it is that she's a dog. she loves like a dog. and i love how that behavior interacts w/ the specific way taylor is fucked up. it is So meaningful and compelling. taylor is for the most part absolutely incapable of admitting or even noticing when something has hurt her, let alone reaching out for support. she's very similar to brian in the sense that people verbally acknowledging that she's upset (generally synonymous with 'weak' in her mind) is intolerable to her, because ignoring and repressing that emotion is critical to her ability to force herself to stay standing & push herself thru the agony to achieve what she wants to achieve. there's this moment during the echidna fight where she sees wards verbally checking in w/ each other and she thinks that she's glad that her team would never ask if she's okay because she wouldn't be able to stop from breaking down if they did.

and the thing abt rachel's love language is that she's Direct About Everything All Of The Time Forever because she doesn't know how not to be. but it's not in a "asking if someone is okay" way, because even that is a level of indirectness, of giving someone the option to say "yes" and reject comfort! she instead directly notices when taylor isn't okay, and moves straight to offering comfort without forcing taylor to experience the weakness of admitting that she needs it. she's not great with words--she frequently feels frustrated by not knowing how to communicate what she wants to communicate--so instead she shows love through simple, blatant acts of physical affection, devotion, and trust. she's the equivalent of a big ole dog that just silently huffs and climbs into your lap when you're sad, and you can't do a damn thing about it because you're getting cuddled now and that's just how it is. she doesn't force taylor to acknowledge the situation to her, she simply notices when taylor needs a hand to hold and very firmly grabs taylor's hand. she's silently, unobtrusively understanding. she sees things as they are, and responds not with social niceties, but with firm and direct kindness. if you start crying while she's sitting next to you, she won't make a big deal out of it, she'll just keep sitting next to you. and that's exactly what taylor needs--affection and comfort sans expectations for her to have any sort of coherent explanation or conduct.

the devotion & trust is also Sooo. auugh. ough. when taylor turns herself into the PRT and she's unquestionably faithful that taylor has a plan, regards everyone else like they're idiots for having even the slightest sliver of doubt in her. during gold morning, when she willingly steps into taylor's field of control, saying that taylor is smart & to let her do what she needs to do. there's this moment during the behemoth fight that i think a lot about where rachel says "you have a plan" in response to taylor, y'know, having a plan, and taylor sort of confusedly reads it as smug & then satisfied without really grasping why. and the reason why is that rachel has put up with so much social bullshit she doesn't understand--the way the undersiders interact w/ her, coil, the prt--and taylor, without fail, has made things make sense. she's the only undersider to successfully speak to rachel on terms she fully understands, the one to kill coil, the one who soundly trounces the heroes every time. whenever things are confusing or scary or nonsensical, taylor, smart and strong taylor, fixes them with her plans. the earth is cracking and coming apart around them, because There's A Fucking Kaiju, but it's okay, because taylor is there, and rachel knows taylor will always make sure things turn out alright. genuinely doglike levels of unquestionable devotion, where there are ways she understands taylor more intimately than anyone else on the planet, and there are ways she can never understand taylor, but she still unquestionably trusts her enough to place her life in her hands. taylor even remarks that rachel trusts her too much when she steps into her radius during gold morning--and the reason that rachel trusts her too much is because she trusts like a dog trusts their person. i've seen ppl say that taylor is rachel's dog, but no, rachel is 100% taylor's dog. she loves that girl like a dog would. it rocks. autism forever.

#ask #parahumans #scarf don't look #worm spoilers

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hello! it's my first time seeing your blog and MY GOD I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT LIKE I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY READING ALL OF YOUR WORKS!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE A GOD SEND

anyways, may I request bonten x a reader that has back pain? I have really bad flare-ups especially when it's cold and it has been freezing every night where I live, so on top of having sinus because of the cold, I also have to deal with back pain :(

WOW OMG THANK YOU??!!!! I am shooketh and honored, love!

You may request and I am happy to deliver! (Let me know if there was someone I missed! I took some out for the length so I wouldn't overwhelm, but if you want the other members, lemme know!)

Come Thru & Chill: Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Takeomi Akashi/ Kakucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

wc: 800

tw: fluff

masterlist

Ran & Rindou Haitani

The brothers are a dynamic duo in and out of the fighting realm. Especially now, when they're taking such good care of you.

"You want another blanket?"

"No," you whisper, snuggling under the three Rindou has already brought you. "This is perfect."

"Are you sure?" Ran wonders, holding his share of items - a mug full of warm tea, medicine, and a box of tissues.

"I'm sure." Ran sets the items on the nightstand next to you, then sits in the chair beside the bed. Rindu takes his place at the foot of the bed, flicking on the TV and flipping through the channels until he lands on one you like - the black and white one that plays classic movies.

"This movie was good," you murmur, blowing your nose into a tissue before humming alone to the opening credits. "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, once," Rindou replies. "But if you're recommending it, we should watch it together." Ran agrees with a simple grunt, and you three are entranced by the movie's opening scenes set in a place you'd never been.

You reckon you'd fallen asleep mid-way through because when you wake up, the two men are on either side of you and tucked under the covers. Your pain has eased considerably, and you silently thank them for their kindness with a couple of forehead kisses.

Takeomi Akashi

It's been a long day, but Takeomi is prepared for a long night when he steps into the house, rubbing his forehead.

"Babe?" Takeomi calls out, walking through the house and setting his things down where they belong. "Babe?"

"In here," you call out, and Takeomi follows the sliver of light from the hallway, his fingers loosening his tie and untucking his shirt.

"Hey, sweetheart--" He stops when he sees you grimacing in the bed, your face contorted into a painful expression. "Oh, shit."

"Just need help reaching the floor," you whisper, and Takeomi hurries to your side, reaching his hands out for you to steady yourself.

"You need the heating pad?" Takeomi wonders, his eyes glancing over at the nightstand.

"Sure," you reply and shuffle your way to the bathroom with his help. Once you're situated, Takeomi wanders back into the bedroom, pulls the heating pad out from the dresser, plugs it in, and places it right where your back would lay.

"Ready when you are." He comes back into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth carefully. "How long has it been hurting?"

"A few hours," you admit, and Takeomi nods, biting his inner lip. It isn't long before you both trudge back to the bedroom, and he helps you into the bed, relishing in the sound of your satisfied sigh when your back hits the pillows. "Thank you, baby."

"Anytime," he coos, pulling the sheets around you and kissing your lips. "Anything for my girl."

Kakucho Hitto

"Hey, how long until you get back?" Your husband looks at his watch and then answers,

"Ten minutes."

"Okay..."

"Are you feeling alright?" Something in him tells him you're not, so he's pressing his foot down on the gas before you can answer. "I'm on my way."

When Kakucho arrives in the house, he quickly locates you beside the couch. "Hey," he whispers, crouching down so you can see his face. "Let's get you somewhere comfier, yeah?"

"Yeah," you whine, your bottom lip trembling. Kakucho hefts you up by placing his hands under your armpits and cradling you in his arms.

"Just another one of those nights." When you're in bed and covered by many blankets, your husband presses his hand to your forehead and determines you have a slight chill.

"Give me five minutes. I'm going to warm up some tea for you."

"You really do love me," you tease, smiling.

"I sure do." Kakucho kisses your forehead before leaving your side and sticking to his schedule. Five minutes pass, and he returns with a pill and a small cup of tea. "Take this for the cold, and the tea will have you asleep in no time." You obey as he undresses, watching him continue his evening routine without fail.

You're drowsy when Kakucho returns from washing his face and nearly asleep when he pulls out a book he's been reading for a few weeks.

"Should I read to you before bed?"

"You should," you reply, snuggling into him as the pain fades slightly. Kakucho's voice lulls you into a comfortable sleep, each word he reads soothing your aches and pains like a sweet salve you could only conjure up in your dreams.

When you've fallen asleep, Kakucho closes his book and turns the light out, resting your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat for the rest of the night.

#kakucho hitto fluff #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho hitto #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani fluff #rindou haitani fluff

[faghubby]

wife, mother, whore

I laid on the bed I was so sore, and covered in cum. I just couldn't deny him anything. It had all started months ago. When I asked Paul to tell me his deepest darkest desire. I figured it would be wanting a threesome orsomething. But what he told me would change everything.

"Katie I would love to watch you with another man" he told me. I was floored.

"Like a threesome?" I asked.

"No, I want a man, or several to use you. Fuck you" he told me.

"Several?!" I repeated back surprised.

"You want to watch?" I asked.

"If you let me" he responded. He was now acting very meek." I know you don't get off with me" he added.

"OH baby I love you and that's not true" I assured him

"Yes it is, I know you fake it for me" I told her. He then kissed me gently from my neck down to just above my pussy.

"I would love to lick real men's cum off of your satisfied body" he told me then buried his head between my thighs. He always made me cum with his tounge. But he was right he had never made me cum during penatration. He came on his tounge. I pulled him up on top of me.

"Your turn" I smiled.

"It's okay, I know you don't want me" he said.

"That's not true baby, I love you" I kissed him. I would do anything for you.

"Before I met you, I was not experienced" he said.

"I know baby, you had only been with what was her name?" I kissed him I loved that about him.

"I never told you she never let me inside her" he told me. What I had married a virgim? . I laughed as he confessed.

" But you told me" I questioned.

"Yes we had sex, well kinda. She loved her pussy eaten" he started.

"Well we have that in common" I giggled.

"She would let me hump her while she wore panties" he continued "but never inside her, I knew she had lovers. I often tasted them when I went down on her." Now I was completely confused.

"I wonder if you would be willing to do the same?" He asked me. I pushed him off and got out of bed. I put on a pair of white satin panties. And came back to bed. Then stopped and thought about turned around and added a satin camisole.

"You like this?" I asked his hands caressed me. He climbed on top and dry humped me. Thru the panties and caressed my breast thru the satin material. I found the whole thing rather erotic. As he came all over my clean panties.

"Feel better now baby?" I asked he just snuggled against me his head resting on my chest.

In the morning I asked about last night, was it what he really wanted or was he just really horny.

"Yes, I would love it if you fucked our friends" I told her. This started a conversation on which ones. As he told me there was a clear pattern. All the guys he mentioned where in great shape. And bigger then his 5' 7".

The first thing we did was add, sex toys to our sex life. BIG ones. Paul loved to see me stretch as he slid a thick toy into me. He was quite happy with a hand job, or humping my panties. He especially loved humping my panties ass. I him try one of the smaller toys on my ass. And soon I was begging him to stuff toys in both holes. At the same time. One night I cried out so loud I woke our daughter. Paul went and got her back to sleep. As I recovered.

we had set me up on Tinder, so one night when I called and told him I would b home late from work. I was meeting someone.

"Can I play with myself" he asked. I was Abita taken back.

"No, I don't think so" I told him. I met this man at a hotel I was nervous as he opened the door. But a moment later I was naked kneeling innocent of him sucking his big cock.

He was everything Paul wasn't. Alot like most of my exboyfriends. Forceful, demanding, very much in charge and used to getting what he wanted.

He fucked my ass that first night. And called me names as he smacked my ass. It all turned me on so much. Knowing I would go home to Paul. Afterwards as I got dressed I told him how Paul wanted to watch but with our daughter it just made it hard. I also mentioned how he wanted men like him to use me. Even mentioned more then one.

"Well I have friends" he joked.

"Well if they all have cocks like yours" I smiled

"The name is John" by the way. He said

"Julia" I smiled "call me soon" as I left

At home Paul met me at the door. But Our daughter was still awake.

"You need to get someone to bed, or should I just take a shower. He pressed against me kissing me his hand slid into my pants.

"What are you doing" I laughed. As he bought out his hand and licked it. He really was going to eat this strangers cummout of me. I thought.

"Sorry sweety he came in my ass" I whispered in his ear. He looked like he would cry. I peaked around the corner our daughter was engrossed in a cartoon. I turned and pulled down my pants and panties in one motion.

"Unless you would like to eat my dirty ass" I said he dropped right in the front hall and licked my cum, lube covered asshole, I kept watch only allowing him a minute to enjoyIt. Then pulled my pants back up.

"I had a wonderful time" I said kissing him on the cheek. "Your breath smells like ass" I laughed and smacked his ass. As I headed to take a bath. I was in bed by the time Paul joined me again.

"So?" He asked cuddling up to me. He was looking for details.

"Not sure a virgin like you should hear such dirty things" I teased. I reached down and discovered he was naked. I stroked him.

"OH what a perverted little boy" I teased. "You are my perverted little virgin aren't you?" I teased. He came in my hand. I licked my finger then offered him my hand.

"Want some?" I asked he licked my hand clean. "My good little cum eater" he smiled and cuddled. I held him against my breast as I watched TV. We just sat and held each other.

"Paul is there anything else you like to tell me? Try prehaps?" I asked. My hand sliding down his back. He looked up at me.

"Your my virgin husband now, I may never let you inside me again" I told him. "Would you like that?"

He looked up with puppy dog eyes. My hand grabbed his ass. He didn't answer just kissed my breast. I knew at that moment our whole marriage had changed. In the morning I had him shower with me. I didn't say a word. I picked up my razor and shaved his pubic hair.

"Little virgin boys shouldn't have hair down there" I told him. He never hesitated just allowed me to do it. As we got out I looked him up and down. "Little boys don't have body hair" I told him as he watched me get dressed. He got dressed and went to get our daughter up.

I texted John thanking him for a lovely evening. Paul was making pancakes I came up and grabbed his ass.

"Such a good Daddy" I kissed him on the cheek. "I texted John, was hoping to see him again today" I told him. I reached around and felt him grow in his pants. Smiling to myself I went to play with our daughter. John texted

/Can we meet at your place?/

/of course, noon?/

/see you then/

"Paul why don't you two go to the zoo this afternoon?" I asked. Paul looked up at me

"That sounds like fun" he responded

"Mommy come too" our daughter asked

"Mommy has a play date with her friend" I told her. Paul packed a lunch and took off for the zoo before John came over.

As soon as I answered the door John was all over me. I was naked before we made it to the bedroom. Where I stripped him as well. He pushed me over the bed and drove his cock into my pussy with one stroke. He was balls deep. He fucked me hard. Smacking my ass. And calling me his whore. I heard someone else in the house. Then saw another guy walk into the bedroom.

"This is Tommy" John told me. Tommy pulled out his cock. It was huge like 10 inches long I thought he placed it right in front of my face. I took it in my mouth. John fucked me as Tom fed me his cock.

"This little slut has a no dick husband. She loves cock though" John told Tommy.

"She must be a total whore the way she can take my cock down her throat" Tommy replied they talked like I was just a thing for their pleasure, and that's how they treated me. I sucked both their cocks and had them both cum inside me before they left. I laid there wishing Paul was there to hold me. He arrived home shortly after they left.

"Where is" I moaned as he kissed me between my thighs.

"Sleeping" he told me. As he devoured the two men's cum from me. His gentle tounge made me cum again. When he finished I had him strip and lay on the bed. I sat next to him and spread his legs. I lubed his asshole and worked in a finger.

"Do you like that? Do you want me to take your ass?" I asked him. He just moaned as I massaged his little balls. I told him how John had invited Tom over and he had eaten two men's cum.

I teased him but didn't let him cum. Instead I got up and pulled out a pair of light blue satin panties. He was surprised when I slipped them over his feet and pulled them up.

"How's that? Do you like how they feel?" I rubbed him thru the panties.

"YES" he moaned loudly and came in the panties. I left him on the bed and went to get washed up. He joined me I the shower. He handed me my razor. I knew what he wanted.

"Are you sure?" I smiled he just nodded. And I shaved his chest and back. Having him hold his arms up to do his pits. I finished by having him bend over so I could shave his ass.

"You have to shave your legs yourself" I told him. Getting out as the water got cold.

"Paul, you are going to have to do a few new things around here if I an busy out being someone's whore" I told him.

"I understand" he said.

"First you need to start hand washing all these panties you keep making a mess on" I told him. He rushed off to do it right away. Later that night when he came to bed I noticed he had shaved his legs. I rubbed him all over telling him how proud I was of him.

I continued to meet up with John and sometimes Tom a few times a week. John made sure I understood I was his. He even made a little movie for Paul to watch. Of John and Tom fucking me Tom in my pussy and John in my ass. He took me on a weekend away.

And that brings us to today. Where John had arranged for a gang bang having six men use me however they wished. John stood over me.

"You are one dirty whore" John said looking down at me. His fingers slid into me.

"I bet I could push my whole hand in there " John laughed. I spread my legs in case he wanted to try. John left and I called Paul. Just wanting to hear his voice.

[transmutationisms]

Actually turns out I do have a more extensive response to ur thoughts on the addict, notably the point you made abt downers which is so well put. One of the things abt capitalism that lead to cycles of escapist addiction is that those addicts benefit the system because they become optimal consumers. They invigorate economically by consuming drugs as well as excess fueled by intoxication and then as consumers of rehab and detox drugs and programs and medications etc. I think there's something to be said about how Kendall, who due to his wealth has the option of the fantasies of luxury escapism available literally at all times doesn't then go down the pathway of constant numbing thru drugs, especially juxtaposed with rhe pals he makes in austerlitz whose poverty is linked to their types of drugs. Their communal drug use and comfortable social zone under the influence feels like something kendall envies in that moment but like, ultimately takes the wrong lessons from and rapidly distances himself from when it stops making him feel like the coolest guy in the room when roman shows up. That's something I think about a lot while watching the show, like how absurd all their striving feels to me when they have access to so many things capitalism had me "working" for ie luxury time and physical space/land/homes and property but how clear the show is about how many of those things have stopped mattering bc they're always accessible (like how gifts and presents are meaningless to logan). Connor might be the exception in some ways to actually valuing those benefits but he is often ready to let go of the "peace of mind" his ranch gives him in order to receive praise or proximity to power (like his behavior at the gala in s1)

yeah ABSOLUTELY. kendall's constant striving is ultimately so hollow because he already has access to material luxury and comfort. what he's striving for, then, is not so much pleasure as the unlimited ability to produce more pleasure, ie surplus value. he's insatiable in the way capital is insatiable, because capitalism is inherently and always expansionist. there's no finish line for kendall, which is why at the end of the day he can't just sit and enjoy getting high with the austerlitz guys. he always ends up moving back into that neoliberal corporation mode of operation, wherein the point is just to expand and optimise and exceed himself, ad infinitum. there's no way to satisfy that type of desire, hence the function of cocaine on the show as the business world's performance-enhancing drug and kendall's inability to control his usage of it.

i agree connor is an exception here, and stewy is too. both of them have a fundamental ability to enjoy the material fruits of wealth in a way that the other roys don't. this is why stewy is able to use coke, and quite a lot of it, without being pathologised or falling into the self-destructive spirals kendall does. connor's particular delusion here is, i think, related to running for president. he sees the attainment of political power as an end-goal; he wants to achieve sovereignty over others, but this type of project has a finish line built in that the financial expansion of capitalism does not. even a totalising grab for political power will theoretically, eventually, reach a state of complete control; on the other hand, the logic of capital has never produced 'all' possible value; the surplus can always be made bigger.

as a side note, this is why it's so irritating when people assume the austerlitz guys are, like, dangerous or preying on kendall lol. like first of all, insane transparent very telling assumptions to make about drug users who are poor. but second, they actually do have a function in the story and in the show's commentary on addiction, and it's not some kind of paranoid stranger danger reaganite psa fantasy. whatever lol

#a sandpit for emergent behaviour

[chocolatespyro]

Me learning to not give people the benefit of the doubt when they've been given the benefit of the doubt about 50 times already

(III 15 edition. Spoilers under the cut if you still haven't seen it somehow.)

EDIT: Took out the part about them not mentioning her disability since Bot does say that they wouldn't want Cabby to forget iirc, also about them not thinking kids would understand disability since I wasn't happy with those points and I feel they were inaccurate or somewhat off-topic. That's pretty much it though.

The more I think abt it the more I can see how the Bot apology sucks lmaoooo

Dunno if this was a point made on Twitter (I've heard there's been discontent there? I dont have Twitter tho but I'd LOVE to hear more from other Cabby fans abt what's going on there. u can leave comments on this post if u want or u can just rb and do it thru tags.)

Anyways, to my main points: Bot just says they're sorry for... forcing Cabby to get permission to use her files?

What about them lying to Cabby? I don't believe they ever really apologized for that. OR TOLD HER THAT THEY LIED??

Bot also doesn't really apologize for the other main points people were upset for I think?

I don't think bot ever really takes full accountability for judging Cabby either. No one does really. Like... at least an

"I'm sorry. I really screwed up, and so did a lot of the other contestants. We were too harsh and judgmental towards you for no reason, and our insecurities shouldn't have gotten in the way of you being able to remember. This was supposed to be a fun and welcoming environment and vacation... but it became a nightmare for you instead. I know this won't make up for all the damage done, but I hope this file is useful to you."

(maybe reworded some to fit Bot's personality better, but the apology shouldn't have just been this quick one-off moment taken to the side like in canon.)

To kinda add to the above, I also think it would've been nice if Bot fully noticed and acknowledged HOW other people haven't been treating Cabby very kindly too by giving examples of where nobody stood up for her. Lifering was a great supportive person in the episode, but Bot was there for some of the shit that was pulled against Cabby, ESPECIALLY in episode 7. I so wish that that was acknowledged here. And the fact that Test Tube went directly behind Cabby's back to do that. Where does Bot think Test Tube got those files from?

There's also the fact that Test Tube never approaches to apologize for judging Cabby for no reason. Like she just stares at Cabby and Bot hugging for a few seconds after Bot apologizes that's it. And she... doesn't accuse Cabby. That's the barest fucking minimum she could've done.

Also... the "inaccurate depictions" thing wasn't even true outside of Baseball's file... and that was a bunch of contrived bs. Like Suitcase literally had this whole thing where she stood up to Nickel and I guess... Cabby glossed over that somehow??? I can't suspend my disbelief this much sorry all. Idk where the "Manipulated by Balloon" shit came from. Correct me if I'm wrong bcus I haven't seen season 2.

The only reason why it was inaccurate with Bot is because Cabby thought Bot was Bow, something Cabby IMMEDIATELY corrected herself on. Bot coulda just... reminded Cabby that it wasn't her fault because she didn't know Bot and Bow were two different objects and told Cabby to just... start a new file like others said??? So that shit didn't make sense.

The apology just... kinda feels shallow. Cabby didn't do anything wrong here. She's beaten herself up over this shit. It just hurts to watch.

Bot only really apologized for a single thing and we don't get any acknowledgement towards the lying or the mistreatment or Cabby destroying Bow's file as some sort of garbage symbolism attempt.

Bot's apology was kinda supposed to tie everything together and top everything off nicely in a better and at least slightly more satisfying way than whatever the fuck 14 did, but it just... doesn't. It barely acknowledges the issues. They don't really show how seriously they screwed up with Cabby.

I wanna believe that AE has the best intentions here, but they're on very thin ice in my eyes. If they screw up any next steps with Cabby and/or never address Cabby's issues with Test Tube ever again, I think I'm done having any kind of faith in AE. Even Cabby winning wouldn't save it.

Yeah sorry this got really depressing, this situation is just sad

#ii neg #bot neg #test tube neg

[vacant2007]

goofy things i do

-mentally shut down as soon as i try to type this because oh my god why would you commit your thoughts to text. what are you some kind of self-obsessed ignorant tool

-hype myself up for like 3 days to finally make a Funnie Joak that ive been planning for like 2 years. if nobody laughs at joke, kill self

-walk thru grocery store shopping normally but vibrating with fear and absolutely certain everybody there hates every fiber of my being and would love to see me dead

-almost cry when thinking about how i exist and how unappealing and gross i am and how i cannot take myself seriously because i am so subhuman and repulsive and pointless that even wishing someone would love me is an unholy amount of embarrassing that i cant even begin to process

-if someone mentions an interest of mine casually, immediately clam up and do my damndest to pretend i barely care because if they see me like visibly react or get excited or anything it will be SO confusing and weird and cringe and it will be the talk of the century for them when im not around. or worse they will say 'lol why do you like that so much' which as we all know is a valid reason to consider suicide

-never keep a journal even in private. you think im just gonna say how i feel about things directly? so that the audience of nobody can mock me? i think the fuck not

-behaving bizarrely secretively about purchases and things i buy because id actually rather die than be asked why i bought something/wanted something

-want to hurl myself off a cliff when asked things like 'what's your favorite movie'

-lie about random shit for no reason like oh my god they will hate me FOREVER if i tell them i went to Walmart. I'm gonna say i uhhhhh went to the library. ok cool

-push the existence of new acquaintances who might want to be my friend so fucking far out of my mind that i genuinely forget to attempt contacting them

-get new clothes i think are cool, then never wear them because i feel like the worlds stupidest silly little boy in my shitty little fit

-before stating a fact to someone in a text or whatever, even if i know the fact is 100% true, google it and check it from multiple sources multiple times and read them over and over to make sure i'm not misunderstanding or misreading or otherwise about to make a fool of myself by saying something like, grass is green. once i am satisfied that i will Not sound stupid for stating that grass is green, press send and wait in agony

-on walks around the neighborhood with earbuds in, check every 30 seconds to make sure they're actually connected and that nobody is hearing my music. not only because it would seem really inconsiderate and strange to be blasting music out in public, but also because they will probably think the songs i like are really stupid

-put everybody i interact with into categories based on which sensitive aspects of myself i am willing to share with them at any given time. don't mix them up! i can't be telling personal-emotional stuff to the infodumps guy or vice versa.

-get so violently upset when someone is a little rude that i fantasize about beating them to a pulp while in reality i am just hiding and holding back tears

-avoid being seen in public spaces as much as possible because everytime someone's eyes notice me i feel like they are full of malice even though i cannot adequately explain what malice looks like in a person's eyes. best to just assume all gazes are malignant, then

-wonder why i am So Alone And Lonely while the unread DMs and text messages pile up on me, or fizzle out because I didn't say anything meaningful back

-leave behind me a series of friendly people who probably did try their best to include me and get to know me, but i couldn't find it in me to trust or listen to

-everytime i have to do something no matter how normal it is, wait till someone else does it first so i can gauge whether anyone thought they were stupid or weird and if not, copy exactly how they do it

-worry this is a stupid list

-wonder if there's enough things on this list or if i'm forgetting something that was crucial to The Vibe of it and without it the post will just seem dumb

-put this in the drafts as soon as i get done typing it, where it will ostensibly rot for all of time!



#eh maybe ill post it lol like #maybe somebody with avpd will see it and go 'oh me. lol' and it will encourage me to look into this further #sorry though LMAO i will hopefully get back to using this blog for what i usually use it for soon.i just. dont want this on my main #probably for these exact reasons! #vent cw #personal #suicide mention #tw suicidality #avpd #avoidant personality disorder #(potentially. maybe. said in a very trigger-shy way) #actuallytraumatized #actuallyabused

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Her Assistant | Chapter 18 - New Student

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Third POV Y/N decided that since it was a Saturday the next day, and the students were allowed to either stay in the dorm or head home, they should head back to their house as well. Whatever that they wanted to get back on Keller can wait till school starts on Monday again.

"Maurice Keller. She's probably the lying jailbird." Nat said when Y/N was driving them back. They waited until it was later so there was a lower probability that someone saw they got into the same car.

"Why do you think so?"

"Did you see her hands?" The school's fags all have rough hands from doing the upper classmen's chores. But that girl's hands are pearly white." Nat explained as she drank the Starbucks they got from a drive-thru.

"She's using some dirty method just like you?" Y/N snickered. Nat slapped her arm for teasing her yet again. "Hey, don't hit me. I'm driving. Wouldn't want to cause an accident."

"It wouldn't take much to prove that what she said was wrong. But I won't let it end so easily." As Y/N took a glance at Nat, she saw the determination on her face even in the dark night.

The drive back was quite some distance since the school was located at the edge of the city. By the time they reached the apartment, Nat was sleeping soundly on the passenger seat, with half of her Starbucks. The lights were off in the apartment and Y/N could only assume that everyone in the house was sleeping. She didn't want to wake them up so she took Natasha's drink and carefully carried her in.

It was tough juggling the keys to open the door and holding the drink while maintaining balance with Nat in her arms. Especially since she couldn't see where the keyhole was. Using her sense of touch, she could only feel and guess if she was getting closer to the target. Once she felt the satisfying vibration of the key slotting in, she turned the key and finally managed to enter the house. One thing off the list of things she needs to do.

Y/N placed the Starbucks and keys on the table on the way to Nat's room. She didn't want to push any boundaries so she just pulled open the duvet and placed Nat on the bed. What she didn't expect was for Nat to hold her back. "Can you stay?" She opened her eyes slightly and looked at her.

"Do you really want me to?" Y/N whispered quietly. Nat nodded her head. "Alright." This was probably not the best attire to be in bed but she didn't know what else to say. Y/N laid straight in bed like how she would in hers. That was until Natasha placed her hand on her stomach around Y/N and laid her head on her chest. She looked at Nat who was also looking at her. Sleep is forgotten already.

"How was it like with Evelyn, what were you going to name her?"

It was a memory that Y/N had locked down deep in her mind. She hadn't revisited them even when she met Evelyn.

"Funnily enough, I was going to name her Evangeline, so I guess it was close enough. Her father was never in the picture. I did tell him I was pregnant but he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her."

Natasha listened attentively. If Y/N was going to open up to her she was going to absorb as much details as she could. She wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/N.

"I was about 5 weeks when I realised I had her. The constant bout of nausea, lack of energy made me suspicious let me to take a test. I managed to hide my bump during my last semester of High School I was attending in Dallas. It wasn't that hard, I was never showing a lot with Evelyn and my clothes were baggy. Naturally I wanted to continue my studies in University but with Evelyn, I thought it would be better if I settled down and had a job to support her." Y/N had her lips in a tight line as she thought of the time she had to weigh her choices. Life never threw a lot of hurdles in her way that she never thought she could overcome but here she was. Lying in bed with her boss who likes her and recounting her story.

"When it was time to have Evelyn, I went to the hospital to get induced. I didn't want to be getting any surprises where I cannot react." Thinking about this brought a tear to Y/N's face which she was quick to wipe away.

"All the effort only for them to tell me that she died. I should have known something was up, they didn't even let me see her before bringing her away but I was too much in grief to be thinking logically."

Nat rubbed her hand up and down Y/N's torso wanting to comfort her and beat up those people who took the title of a mother away from her. "I love you. You brought a life into this world only for them to snatch it away from you. I can't believe anyone would do that." Nat sat up higher and placed her head on Y/N's shoulder. Now that they were the same height, Nat's eyes were drawn to Y/N's lips who somehow managed to keep her lips moist even without using any products.

"Natasha..." Y/N warned Nat of her advances.

"You're just so irresistible, Y/N. I know I said I'll wait, and I will, but you're making it so hard." Her hands went to cup Y/N's face. "You want me too, don't you?" Nat confidently said when Y/N made no move to stop her.

"Natasha."

"Tell me to stop and I will." Nat leaned in even more. "3... 2... 1..." Nat's lips meet Y/N's. Y/N can taste the bitterness of the latte that Natasha drank earlier, the sweetness of the whipped cream that was hidden somewhere in her mouth.

"I can't help but love you too. What have you done, Nat?"

"You don't have to be scared, baby. I will guide you through everything." Nat said calmly as she used her thumb to stroke Y/N's cheeks, taking in her feature that was right in front of her eyes for her to admire. "But first, we sleep. It's already midnight." She gave her one more peck on the lips before resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.

Natasha POV When I woke up the next morning, Y/N was already gone. The cold sheet on her side of the bed showed that she had been gone for quite some time. My mind drifted to the event that happened last night, and my hands instinctively went to my lips. She didn't regret it, right?

With a knock, I was pulled out of my thoughts and Y/N entered the room with coffee already brewed. "Good morning Natasha. I have your coffee ready."

She went back to calling me Natasha instead of Nat. "You don't have to do this. You just have to wake up next to me from now on. We can make coffee together. If we don't have time, we can just get one from a coffee shop."

"Okay."

"You know what, you don't have to serve me at all. Just treat me like you would treat your friend and I... will treat you like my future girlfriend." I smirked as it looked at her, trying to push the boundaries a little.

"In fact, I have a meeting with my friend later." Y/N spoke, and it reminded me of the time she was speaking on the phone with someone who managed to make her so carefree.

"Can I come with you?"

She was taken aback for a moment but gave a nod in the end. "I'm meeting her for some drinks at the pub so we are free to do anything until then." She informed me.

Deciding that it has been roughly a week since the launch of the new product, I wanted to get some reports from Wanda. So that's what I did, Wanda told me the rough idea of what's happening in the company and how the sales have been doing. I'm glad to see that she and other employees are doing well. Pietro seemed to be doing great too, though I realised he has taken an interest in programming. He has helped her sister with some of the data analytics that constantly updates real time.

I didn't want them to think they had to work during the weekends so I suggested we watch a movie in the living room. Giving the choice to Wanda and Pietro first, so they could watch the movies they had in their list of movies to watch.

Some of them were great classics so Bucky, Y/N and I were more than willing to watch again. None of us were willing to move our butt from the couch and I wasn't going to let Y/N cook for us so we decided on some Chinese for dinner. Pietro ordered it from his phone and we gave him our orders.

While the Lion King was playing, the doorbell rang and Wanda went to collect them from the delivery guy. "PIETRO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

All of us stood up from the couch and looked towards the door. Carrier bags were on the floor, enough to feed a party. "Pietro, how many did you order?" Y/N asked.

"I can finish it, don't worry." Pietro assured us.

Whether or not Pietro finished the food, I never knew. By the time Y/N and I had to leave, there was still half of the food remaining. I reminded him that he didn't have to force himself to finish the food or he'll feel very uncomfortable.

"So, who's this friend of yours?" I asked as Bucky drove us there. I didn't want Y/N to drive because both of us were going to be drinking. At least this way, Bucky knew where we were going and would be able to pick us up later.

"She's a friend from college."

Once we entered the bar, we found a booth very quickly. The bartender brought us the drinks after Y/N ordered for us. I ordered a martini while Y/N ordered a margarita but there was another drink that was left unaccounted for.

"The whiskey is for Victoria. She should be arriving soon."

"I thought you said she's always late? The whiskey is going to be diluted by then." Even just a little bit of water can change the taste.

"Yeah, that's why I gave her the meeting time that was 20 minutes earlier. There she is!" Y/N raised her hands and waved towards the door. A woman who was looking around saw her and gave a wave as well.

"Hiii! I missed you so much." She said enthusiastically as she sat down until she realised I was in the booth as well. Her energy level is through the roof, and I can't see how Y/N and her made friends in college.

"Vic, this is Miss Romanoff. Natasha, Victoria." Y/N introduced us.

"Natasha is fine."

"You can call me Vic too!" She spotted her drink on the table and went for a sip.

"Did you have your dinner? You shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach." When Vic gave a cheeky smile and a negative answer, Y/N immediately ordered a snack for the table.

Seeing the interaction between both of them, I knew they have been through a lot of things together. After all, remaining in contact even after college is not a common occurrence.

"You should show Natasha the pictures you took!" Y/N urged Vic.

"Alright, alright." She took her camera out from her bag. Victoria showed me some pictures while Y/N went to check on the snack that had yet to arrive since she ordered it. I noted that many of her pictures were taken overseas. She must be the friend that Y/N told me earlier that often isn't around. Victoria obviously has had the passion for photography for a very long time. I could tell from the timestamp as I went further and further.

"Are you submitting any of this for competition?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm planning to submit the latest picture I took in Amsterdam. The way the sun sets in between the trees, diffusing them. I really hope I get a prize this time."

As I scrolled through the pictures, I noticed there were some pictures that she took in college. Majority of them were from her graduation and there was one picture where Vic pulled Y/N close and forced Y/N to take a picture with her. The scowl on her face made it very clear that she wanted to leave.

I looked around for Y/N making sure she was not nearby before asking Vic to send the photo to me. It's such a precious picture from the past that she so rarely speaks of. I can only hope she's comfortable enough to open up to me in the future.

Reader POVAfter finally getting a snack from the counter, I went back to the booth and saw them conversing very easily. I think they were exchanging numbers?

"Finally, some snacks to go along with the drinks. I ordered us a refill too." The bartender who followed me along to the table placed the drinks in front of the ladies before making his departure.

It's nice to see both women talking to each other without trying to cut the other's throat. I thought with the personality of Natasha, she would be rude to others or find ways to make the other party angry. It may not be what her true personality is but that's how she usually presents herself to others.

"I have a feeling that Vic is going to win this competition." I said.

"I hope so... if I don't win anything, I don't think I'm going to continue anymore." Vic stated as she drank her whiskey in one gulp. Natasha and I looked at each other seeing a downed Victoria in front of us. I know it's not fair for her to always be the hype person. It's valid for her to feel whatever way she is feeling.

"I know you're going to win this." Natasha said with conviction before I managed to speak. Vic looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You can come and find me if you don't." It's not that I don't trust Natasha, but this may lead to a huge disappointment by Vic.

The rest of the night, the three of us conversed like old friends. Natasha and Vic got along well as they exposed what little embarrassing stories she has of me. From a third lens, people would think that we were friends for the longest time. I'm glad that Victoria accepted Natasha, this makes it easier to move forward into this relationship.

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After having a rest on Sunday, Natasha told me about the things to do. I was supposed to seek out other people who've been deceived by him while Natasha investigated Keller's activity pattern. The way Keller was doing this showed that this was not her first time. Nobody dares to go against a prefect's fag. She has the advantage here.

As expected, when Natasha returned to college, people started ostracising her. She sat alone at the back of the class as the other gathered around. The P4 are held in high regard as they have lots of influence, ignoring their invitation is like ignoring an invitation from The Pope. It'll be hard to get testimonies who were there at the time.

Well, this job is with Natasha, I shall locate the others who suffered the same detriment as her. I happened to see two other students giving a report to Keller. She's clearly using the whole school to her advantage, even the cook. Nothing on the surface she has claimed to have done was actually by her.

In between classes, I went to search for the names of students who would have interacted with Keller, mostly being in the Red House. And bingo, I hit a target.

Joanne Harcourt, she also expressed that Keller said she gave her an invitation to Swan Gazebo but she never received it. But it was found that there was an invitation on her desk. She wasn't as lucky as Natasha though, after the incident, people called her a liar and life was hard after.

"There were four students that have fallen victim to Maurice Keller. Not just that, there's a large chance that she leaves all his fag work to others. Take for example the souffle glace, it takes several hours for it to cool, it's impossible for her to make this using only her fag time."

"I tried following Keller around as well but I couldn't enter the Red House. They freaking have guards like Buckingham Palace. You have to do my work during fag time and with all the things in your hands, I'd like another pawn in Red House since Keller is there. It used to be Derek's original house as well."

"But I don't think it's wise to force a vacancy again." I thought aloud. "It's rather suspicious to do it so often. Also, even if you get into college, you can't choose your own dormitory. The dormitory you go to is influenced by both your status and personality."

Both of us seemed to have thought of one person that would most definitely fit the criteria. "... oh you gotta be kidding me..." Natasha shook her head.

"He is quite a special case and meets all our demands." (can you guess who it is? Our special guest.)

Natasha POV "Rushman, are you asleep?" Jones from the next bed whispered. I shook my head. "Can I go over to talk?" I thought for a moment before agreeing.

"I'm sorry I can't support you at school." She said regretfully. "But why did you do it? Ignoring P4's invitation and all that."

"I didn't mean to. But I was told to come at 4 and it was really at 2."

"What?" Jones raised her voice too loudly, earning a remark from the other student. "But we heard it was at 4 too?" She lowered her voice again.

"But it can't be helped anymore."

"I see! I'll testify for you!" She pushed herself up on the bed. "If I'm not credible enough by myself, I'll ask some other people."

"I see... that'll help. Thanks, Jones."

This'll help incredibly, I thought to myself.

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"Is there a new student again?" // "This year is really weird.." // "Look at his long blonde hair."

"So this is a school!" He wowed in amazement as he looked around. "It's pretty big! About as big as my home back in Australia."

"He got into Red House just fine. I guess the brand and wealth of Australian Royalty is the real deal." I muttered under my breath.

"Heeey! Romanoff!! I'm here!!" Thor waved enthusiastically and I instantly turned around. No one knows me as Natasha Romanoff here and I specifically wrote in the email to act as if we don't know each other!

"I came all this way so let's go together!" He swung his hand over my shoulders.

"I go by Natalie Rushman here. Remember that!" I made sure no one was listening nearby. "Do you remember what I said over the email?"

"Err..." He scratched his neck and I sighed.

"I'm especially interested in what Maurice Keller does inside the Red House. Your main job is to observe Keller closely and tell me about it." There was a lot more I wanted to tell but I'm afraid that it'll make things more complicated for him.

"Yeah, leave things to me!" He patted his chest.

Third POV "Hey you!" Thor shouted when he entered the Red House dorm. "Be friendly to Natalie!"

"What?" Keller looked at him in a daze.

"Oh right, you know her as Rushman."

"She disgraced the prefects. As a fag, I can't forgive something like that." Keller closed the book she was reading and walked away.

However, Thor is great at following one order. He would set one thing in his mind and act on it. Throughout the whole day, he followed Keller around the school no matter what she was doing. Asking her to be nicer to Natasha and that Nat was actually quite nice to be around with one she interacts with more often.

"Ngahhhh! What's your problem?!!" She shouted as if she was losing her mind. "Stay away from me!!" She slammed the door in front of Thor's face.

She reminds me of Natasha when I met her in the beginning. Thor thought.

Night fell, and everyone went back to their own dorms. In the middle of the night, when everyone was deep asleep, Thor heard the door open and the floorboard crack. Noticing no one in his room moving, he knew it had to be Keller.

Slowly, he made his way out while his eyes adjusted to the light, trying not to gain attention from the unwanted. While hiding behind a corner, he noticed Keller making his way to the student's locker and putting a couple of rose-shaped letters in different lockers.

Thor couldn't wait to tell Nat and Y/N what he found. Once it was morning, he rushed to the blue dorm. Of course it wasn't allowed for students from other dorms to enter especially during the morning when it wasn't the free period. In true Thor fashion, he slammed the door open, announcing his arrival. He was about to open his mouth and call Nat but Y/N reacted fast enough and dragged him away before Nat got into trouble.

"Mr Odinson, you're not allowed to enter other dorms other than yours when it is not the free period. It is part of the rules. I'll let you off this time but if I see this again, you can't get away without a punishment." Y/N guided him out of the dorm gates. "You can find Miss Rushman later."

Thor was surprised that she knew he was there to find her. He has heard of Y/N as she was often the liaison, but has never seen her in real life before, being too busy taking care of his own mess back in Australia. 

Natasha POV"Welcome, Mr Odinson." Y/N said as she opened the door for Thor. It's been years since they know each other but Y/N never called Thor by his first name.

"So, did you find anything?" I asked, this case was progressing slower than I'd liked.

Thor told us what he saw during the night and Y/N and I knew we had all the missing pieces. We just need to figure out how we were going to prove that she was in the wrong. And she'll be wrong to think I'll let her go so easily. Not after how she humiliated me in front of the whole school.

"Why did she send those cards though?" Thor asked since he wasn't aware of the entire picture. "Couldn't she speak to them?"

We ignored what he said as Y/N guided him out. "Bye, call me again!"

"We'll settle this matter tomorrow!"

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"... so, what do you want?" Keller said as she entered the art room as per my request. The art room was filled with canvas probably painted by some of the Purple House students. "Why did you call me here? I have to go to the Swan Gazebo."

"I won't take much of your time. I just want to make sure of something. Keller, I'm pretty sure that your message to me was wrong the other day."

"Why do you say so?" She sounded like an innocent party. "You shouldn't blame other people."

"My friend asked other classmates. You know, you're the prettiest girl in the school. There were many bystanders. And by the way, 18 people testified that you mistakenly said '4 pm'." Keller's face immediately changed to panic. I could see her trembling in her spot. "Well, it's not accurate to say 'mistakenly'. You said it wrong on purpose."

"Tsk, you're just blatantly accusing me!" She waved it off.

"Well then, how to explain Joanne Harcourt and the other 4 people?"

"Huh?" She continued to act innocent.

"Among the students who were invited to the Swan Gazebo... all the ones that failed to show up said that you gave them the wrong information. You're a prefect's fag, yet you look down on the weak."

I stepped towards her. "And not only that, but you also make other people do your job as a fag."

"Haah? No idea what you're talking about." She continued to feign innocence.

"The data Redmond asked you to gather, ironing, polishing shoes... and even preparing snacks... you're doing none of that! Your skills are all fake!"

"That's some wild accusations. You don't even have evidence." Keller looked very relaxed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I do." I pulled out the rose-shaped card from my pocket and showed it to her. It was torn to pieces but Y/N and I had spent the whole of last night patching them up, playing jigsaw puzzles.

"Tha-that is" She stuttered, visibly shaken.

"Do you recognise this? It's the card you used to ask your entourage to do your job." I pulled out a couple more and stated the contents. "This is when you requested to gather the data. This is the ironing. And I have many more. They even have the date and time. And it's all in your handwriting."

"I told them to dispose of them..."

"They did... Luckily they hadn't been collected yet. I had a hard time. I had to find all these tiny pieces of card and they were all carefully ripped up. It took a long time to patch them together." I revealed it to her. Y/N did most of the work but I did try to help too. "What would Redmond think if he knew this?"

"I will forget that you deceived us. But you have to be honest with Redmond. Fags should be trustworthy siblings, right?"

"The fuck, no way I will." She snapped her fingers and a number of boys rushed in. They all circled me and held back my arms and pushed me to the ground. "I would never come here unprepared." She took out a lighter and burned all the cards. "Okay... no evidence" As they all turned to ash.

"Too bad for your efforts. Your attitude pisses me off! You're getting carried away just cause the seniors kind of fancy you." She lifted my chin and spoke close to me. "Using others is also a skill, you know? I'm simply making good use of otherwise average people." She stood proudly as if on stage.

"Do you know how much I flattered them to be where I am now? Your life will change greatly if you're able to become a prefect in this school. You, acting like a good girl... gets on my nerves!!" She swiftly pulled out a pair of scissors from underneath her blazer and forcefully sliced open my shirt, narrowly missing my skin.

"I'll become the next prefect of the Red House!! And Redmond will like me more than anyone else!!"

"What are you-" I couldn't finish my sentence as she kicked me straight in my gut.

"It's so stupid to call me to such a deserted place. No one will come to save you." Keller said like she was pitying me. "Let's see what we can do with such a nice artefact." She traced scissors against my skin.

"No- STOP!" I shouted.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" The door slammed open and Greenhill rushed in with his cricket bat, and his fag following behind him. In a blink of an eye, he knocked out all the boys that were surrounding me. "I swore that I'd never use violence again, and you made me break my promise... Keller!"

"P-please, Greenhill!! Don't tell Redmond.." She knelt down and begged.

"Shouldn't you ask us the same?"

"Bluer? Violet! W-why are you here?" The sudden appearance of the prefects shocked her.

"After hearing that the skilled and brilliant Maurice Keller is about to commit an act of violence... anyone would come running."

"But the Swan Gazebo is far away from here. My voice couldn't be that loud..."

"Well. Time for a little lesson." I said as I buttoned up my shirt. "Sound is not transmitted by loudness... but by vibrations. As long as you can transmit the vibrations, in theory, the sound will go as far as you want. For example, by taking a perfectly tense thread and connecting it to a flat surface, you will be able to transmit sound to faraway places." I walked over to one of the many paintings surrounding us. "Like this." I showed her the back of the painting that was connected to a string.

"No way..."

The sound vibrated all the way to Swan Gazebo, where Redmond was sitting by himself. "I listened to everything. Even you... betrayed me... I am ashamed of my inability to judge people."

"It's not-"

"NO EXCUSES. You disappointed me. Keller, I hereby cancel our sibling relationship." Devastated by the result of this event, she sobbed uncontrollably as she dropped to the ground.

"If you start behaving honestly. I'm sure that you'll be able to regain everyone's trust." I went up to her as I pulled out a handkerchief. "So I thought I'd start by showing everyone your real face." I showed her a picture of her trying to put on her fake eyelashes. "You should be proud. You definitely have skills with makeup."

Your POVAs Natasha was being the main character, I was standing at the side, making sure nothing went terribly wrong. When Keller sliced open Natasha's clothes, I wanted to step in and stop everything, but the look in Natasha's eyes showed that she was still in control of the situation, so I forced myself to stay in position. My eyes drifted to the scar that was on her shoulder and the ends peeking out from underneath her pants. Perhaps this was related to those nightmares Natasha would occasionally have.

Natasha expertly showcased the real reason for bringing Keller to the art room, and I was proud of her achievement, though the point of having the ultimate laugh failed to leave her.

Deciding now was the time to make an appearance, I stepped out from my hiding place. "What's going on over here?"

"Miss Y/L/N!" The prefects turned around and saw that I was standing by the door, looking at the mess.

"It's nothing Miss Y/L/N, we were just trying to clear up some misunderstanding, and it led to a bit of tussle." Natasha said.

"Come over here. Let's take care of your injuries. The others clean this place up and go back to your studies." I beckoned for Natasha to come over and guided her to my room.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "I saw them kick you. Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine. This little bit of kicking doesn't compare to what we've been through, and those were a bunch of kids." She cupped my cheeks and stroked them with her thumb carefully.

I shook my head. "I'm supposed to be the one doing this. I'm supposed to protect you. You're not supposed to get hurt. But I have been failing. I have been going against the contract."

"Y/N, this is not your fault. I knew what I was getting into when I accepted this." She held my hands to reassure me.

"Can I make sure you're not hurt?"

"You just want me to take off my clothes." She teased.

"N-no. You don't have to." I stuttered, but she already started unbuttoning her clothes. There was a shoe-shaped bruise forming around her stomach. "Let me just get a cream so it heals faster." I went to my first aid box and applied it against her skin. Natasha hissed when I came in contact and I pulled away looking at her.

"I'm joking, it doesn't hurt." I sighed before continuing. After I'm done, I couldn't help but drift my eyes to her scars again but I didn't question anything as I helped her button her clothes. "Don't I have to go back to class?" Natasha asked when I stopped her from leaving.

"You get a free day from me. Just stay with me. It's not like you don't know anything they are going to be teaching anyway." I packed the supplies in the closet as I said.

"If you want time with me you just have to say, you don't have to make any excuses." She traced her fingers along my back sending an electrifying sensation throughout my body.

"I only wanted you to rest." I denied.

"Then you should rest too. I know the work here is long and hard." She continued and hugged me from behind.

"I can't. I have work to do."

Natasha POV I just wanted to spend some time with her. Especially after she confessed her feelings a few days ago and I just want to spoil her to the best of my ability. Sadly we were in the middle of a mission and there's little we can do. I want to bring her out of the shell she's in.

"Just for a bit, please." I tried dragging her to her bed in the room. She sighed but complied eventually. After taking out the outer layer of the jacket, she lay on the bed with me. She didn't do much other than lie on the bed until inched closer to her. I placed my head on her chest hearing her heartbeat. "Close your eyes and relax." I instructed when I realised her eyes were still open.

I could tell she was still tense and her heartbeat showed no signs of slowing down. So I tried to bring her mind elsewhere. "Want to tell me what you remember about your days in school or the three gap years you had in your resume?"

"They weren't great." She started.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to." I stroke her arm. I didn't want her to feel forced but I wanted to know more about her.

"After losing Evelyn... I was lost... I didn't know what to do. At some point, she became my compass even before she was born. I was in a low. Vic tried to be with me but she still had classes to go to. One day, she came back and... and..." She took a deep breath, it was very hard for her to get words out of her mouth. "... Found me hanging in my bedroom."

I didn't even realise I stopped breathing. It made me remember the time I sent Rogers away on his last day with me. Her fear in her eyes when he grabbed her necktie and when I tried to adjust it for her.

"Thankfully, she came in just in time and saved me. I am forever indebted to her."

"I have to thank her too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here next to me. No wonder both of you are so close." They banter like sisters and the way they support each other is phenomenal.

"I didn't have many friends in University, but she was always there. We were studying different courses but we always studied together. But before that, I did join an attendant academy. I just wanted something different."

I looked at her learning another new fact. "So that's why you adjusted to my demands so easily. Why didn't you put it in your resume? You could have gotten a higher pay, you know?"

"I just wanted to be busy. Getting a job was my main priority. I couldn't rely on Vic for too long, she had to pursue her dream. But it ended well since we were constantly busy." She didn't comment anything about our relationship, but I didn't let myself get hung up on it too much.

"You're the best thing that happened to me. After what happened to my family, you were the first person I hired, then Bucky, Wanda, and Pietro. You brought so many people close to me."

"You have Mr Stark, Mr Barton, Dr Banner and even Mr Odinson."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't say we were really close. Other than Clint, I never really confided in others." 

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #my writing #Her Assistant #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfiction

[beatbawksradio]

this cannot go without saying but I've combed thru ur oc profiles and I just want to say I've always loved how you play with themes and how the imagery in your world building is always quite.. idk the word. Representative, physical, visceral, united? Its always so satisfying when dots connect!! Sorry if that's a bit abstract haha its nice to read oc profiles on my off time! I go through them slowly so i dont know it all yet. My oc stuff is always so selfsrrving stashed in a txt file for me never to see the light of day bahaha

Anyway tarot and suits and the remixing of those to be of nature ahhh ahhh yimyum ur mind 😱

cries and falls over, what the heck this is so incredibly nice, thank you so much 😭 I've been working on this world for a lot of years and it feels really nice to finally organize the basic ideas and toss it out there wahh, and tbh i still go back and add little things to the pages every now and then. it really means a lot that you're so interested in my silly little scrunklies and im so glad you like em 🥹 tysm for taking the time to read through everything, and its okay if you don't get through all of it too, i know its a lot and im glad you looked through even a little bit of em 😭 this made my night honestly you're an absolute sweetheart 💞💞

#beatsposting #tootvibe #im still crying don't look at me #waahhh ilu fridge i miss u #talk about scringlos with me #let my idiot goblins torment your funny lads itll be great

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

a while ago you answered and ask of mine with something that really resonated with me, abt your real self feeling like it was trapped in a glass cage. anyway im taking your ask box name literally. I used to live in a world full of magic and wonder, I think we all do when were young, and then alot of awful stuff happened, it took alot, a new traumatic tragedy every month. and now the magic is gone and it feels like it was never there and wont ever be there again. (1/2)

thankyou for returning to my askbox im glad what i said helped befofre, sorry it took a while to respond i been ~in a haze--- my glass case got fogged up so to speak🩶gosh i been thinking lately i need to do mushrooms for the first time ina few years. the past month was such a trauma overload its thrown a wrench in all my plans & the world feels completely different to me now, i can barely even be online anymore it all feels so hostile to my sense of whimsy.

basically the only thing thats been getting me thru this past 5 weeks is just, going outside. not necessarily walking just sitting, breathing in the fresh air, and looking closely at the trees. when i sit outside without any distraction its impossible for me to deny that the magic is alive, objectively it is always there it extends far beyond me or any personal problem i have, it is going to outlive me. it comforts me so much to inhale the outdoors its the coping mechanism i've returned to again & again since childhood. i love feeliing like im so small im just nothing. yea i feel like shrooms cld b really nice rn..

grief is hell but its necessary because it taught me how to enjoy whats good.... the cycle will always keep spinning & the warm feelings will always return. from being an old person who been thru it so many times i trust that now. have u ever met a greedy rich person before? they have everything handed to them so they've never learned what it means to appreciate life. they're never satisfied because they don't know true despair or loss. this is not all rich ppl some still have perspective but its a thing w some, we all kno its a thing. for me it really has served my soul to go through so much pain & lose all control. Now i see every peaceful silent "boring" moment as true bliss. i dont rly need anything anymore , imo that is how death transforms & elevates

ofc it dont happen over night and u really do have to let yourself cry it out. let yourself wallow , feel pity for yourself like you would feel pity for a child who came crying into your arms. comfort yourself, get it all out dont try to hide from it. slowly the tides will turn. things will begin to stand out to you, little beauties you never noticed before. the simple things..they mean so much more once u have experienced true terror. i pray very much for your heart to heal anon ❤️‍🩹 the whimsy will return to u i can tell by the way u want it for yourself & others. U can be a guide to them thru your actions. ilu im here for u just dont give up 🌷 pmd9

[ilovedthestars]

it's the first aro visibility day, ever! It's also my first pride month where I consider myself to be part of the aro community. there's something about that that I find very satisfying, almost comforting. this is new for me, but in some ways it's new for all of us. it's nice to feel like i'm not figuring myself out all alone.

i already did questioning round 1, back in middle and early high school, and came to the conclusion that I was queer (i used queer to describe myself more often than gay or lesbian, but that was the kind of queer that i meant.) i figured out that i thought girls were really pretty, and couldn't really see myself ending up with a guy, and could sort of see myself dating a girl someday, and once I got that figured out I thought I was mostly done. orientation solved, check! just in time to join the high school QSA and wear rainbows during june and joke with my friends about how everyone we knew was queer.

in retrospect, i definitely sort of knew that there was more going on, even when i went thru that first round of questioning. i learned about aspec identities in middle school, via the internet. i distinctly remember a late-night text conversation with a friend in which i told her I thought I might be demisexual (i think my own sexual and romantic orientations were tied together in my mind at the time, and still sort of are, although it's more complicated now.) I was maybe twelve years old, and had never had a crush, and had stumbled upon some words that maybe explained why I wasn't even sure what a crush would feel like. My friend pointed out that lots of people don't have crushes until they're older, and it didn't necessarily have to mean i was aspec. I don't begrudge her this--at the time it was comforting to hear. I think I sort of put the idea away on a "more data required" basis, and didn't think hard about it for years.

it wasn't until within the last six months or so that I started seriously thinking about the possibility that i might be aspec again. i found a fandom community that was full of proud aspec people, and conversations with them started to ring some bells. I read Angela Chen's Ace, which also described some experiences that clicked with me. it occurred to me that while girls are pretty, and the abstract idea of a romantic relationship sounds like it could be fun, i still have yet to actually think "i want to date this specific person." it's always been a pure hypothetical, maybe-one-day thing. i started to think--okay, so maybe i might be some kind of aro or ace. possibly. perhaps.

so now i'm still deep in the quagmire of questioning round 2, trying to fit together "girls are pretty" and "i think would hypothetically date someone" and "i don't actually know if i've ever felt romantic attraction in my life" into something that I can understand. i still feel weird about calling myself aro--i don't feel like I'm certain yet. i think i'm just starting to get to a place where i feel comfortable saying that i'm somewhere on the a-spectrums. but i'm really grateful have found a community where I feel like I can be uncertain and still be included. thanks to the people who have helped me down this road so far--you know who you are, and i love you.

happy aromantic visibility day, and happy pride, to all the aros (and possibly-aros, and maybe??? aros, and i-think-i-might-be-aro-but-i'm-not-sures) out there 💜

#aromantic visibility day #aro #aromantic #aromanticism #stars has thoughts #possibly aro thoughts #this is part questioning aro positivity part journal entry #this is something i've been thinking about a lot over the last few months and i wanted to put it into words #and i also just wanted to participate in the first ever aro visibility day #so here i am! i am visible! and maybe-possibly-probably-some-kind-of aro! #pride #queer

[dogboycolumbo]

not an aleheather stan but your post makes me intrigued. specifically the last line - "nuanced," "realistic," and "best." Nuanced, you kinda already covered - Heather uses the relationship to her advantage, whereas Alejandro ends up letting the relationship control his actions. But I don't get the realistic part, especially on Alejandro's side. Could you elaborate on that. As for "best," well, I feel like you should compare it to other TD ships, say Duncney or Shasmine. (1/2)

post this is referencing

OKAY, i sat on this for a few days bc im rewatching island and wanted to give a good response to the part about duncney. i hope this is what ur looking for.

aleheather is realistic as in it’s well developed over the course of the season, and they both have to grapple with wanting to date or wanting the money. i think aleheather represents that choice and the cognitive dissonance nicely, falling for each other when knowing you won’t be able to win if you do. theyre both really competitive too, they won’t be satisfied to just cooperate in the finale. they have to honestly win, but have to stay rivals to feel they have honestly won.

on alejandro specifically: he was bored of people. he didn’t see them as anything but things to be manipulated in his quest for the million. very first episode of world tour we specifically see he doesn’t see heather as a threat: “Compared to me, Heather’s a saint!”

But. She really fucking wasn’t. she was unexpected and an incredible competitor—alejandro felt seen and understood and most of all challenged by her in a way he wasn’t by anyone else. he found an equal, someone just as ruthless (so he thought) and good as him at winning. he fell head over heels with her, the first person he saw as an equal. she kept surprising him in the finale, too :-)

for why aleheather’s the best: because of that nuance and realism and consistency in their portrayal thru world tour.

TD has a big problem with consistency, but aleheather for an entire season develops in a realistic and nuanced way that we don’t see in other ships. neither duncney nor jashawn are given that same time to develop. duncney was just a one off thing—they didn’t know each other, and when they got to know each other, they hated each other. they have an interesting sort of opposites attract dynamic, but i can’t see them working out long term without a willingness to compromise that we saw from neither of them in-show.

jashawn is great! i love it a lot, and i love both endings of pahkitew, but they only had 13 episodes, and they were not spent well. they go through some classic romantic tropes of miscommunication on the zombie thing, a few hiccups, but the reason shawn doesn’t want to split the money with jasmine is because they don’t really know each other. great ship, and i really like them individually and together, but in the time we see them, theres no sense that it’s anything more than a budding relationship. it’s a new, fragile thing and they never fought or competed with each other like aleheather did.

competing isn’t necessary for a romance, obviously, but it adds a lot to it. by battling each other honestly and with their all, alejandro and heather learned the worst things about each other, faced serious betrayal, and loved each other in spite of it. their relationship is stronger and more rooted than most on tv, and clearly the most out of any total drama ship.

theres nothing unrealistic about aleheather’s development except for the reality tv show environment theyre in. theyre both clever and love to be challenged, and love that they found themselves on equal levels—true partners. their relationship stays fresh because of how they find ways to rival each other, but ultimately their core values align.

#total drama #td heather #td alejandro #aleheather #i love them so much. . so much. #asks #<—LITERALLY just started this tag and already forgot

[the-nysh]

It seems that in the wc Saitama is going with Genos to defeat the Mad Cyborg. It's cool that Saitama wants to help Genos if things scalate too much, but would Genos be willing to let Saitama take his revenge like that? He's determined to destroy the Mad Cyborg with his own hands, and Saitama resolving that with one punch feels wrong because that's Genos' personal quests.

Saitama's going along with him as support, while keeping his promise to Kuseno to Be There for Genos - not that Saitama himself will deal the final blow for Genos (that's not Saitama's style), but to ensure Genos' safety and follow thru to prevent anything bad from happening, cause Genos is on his last body after all; he can't afford to be reckless or make any more mistakes or close calls on this. He needs to be smart, absolutely ready and prepared, and having Saitama along at his back is the biggest insurance (+emotional support) Genos currently has. :') So unless Genos is on the verge of dying with no other option left, I don't expect Saitama to simply step in and 'take' his revenge for him at all.

It's not exactly a trope subversion, but I like how Saitama never once discourages Genos in his resolution to find the Mad Cyborg. Because in a lot of stories people are like "Revenge won't change the past" or "You'll become the same as them". I genuinely want Genos to accomplish his goal and then let's wait and see if he's satisfied or he realises he doesn't feel better at all, making a parallel with Saitama in Io.

That's right, bc it's not Saitama's place to judge or interfere when Genos absolutely knows what he wants. But there we go - it's that solidarity in Saitama asking him 'so how does it feel?' after everything's said and done, because if Genos answers he does not feel satisfied after destroying the Mad Cyborg himself (even anticlimactically in a 'one punch' of his own), then....to me, he'll be that much more closer to Understanding exactly how Saitama's felt this whole time. :')) And that's where things get interesting.

#opm #genos #saitama #anonymous #replies #webcomic spoilers #what will genos come to learn After once the mad cyborg is destroyed (or maybe it's already dead who knows) #that's prob the more important and interesting thing #(also these were two separate anons but i put them together since same topic)

[wherefore-art-thou-ana]

i cant stop.

i cant stop absent mindedly feeling my collarbone and my ribs and my hip bones and hating that i cant see them protruding in the mirror.

i cant walk into the bathroom upstairs without dragging the scale out and standing on it and holding my breath, begging the number to be lower than the last time i peed.

i cant help but wonder how satisfying it would be like to feint from malnutrition.

i cant stop wishing to have my friends and family concerned about my weight loss instead of congratulate me for it.

i cant stop counting it as a blessing when i finally agree to let myself eat something, only to find that there is no supper left, or the drive thru doesnt have the thing that i wanted.

i cant stop grabbing handfuls of my saggy, empty flesh and desperately wishing i could cut it off, because otherwise i will never have the smooth, flat body i dream about.

i cant put lotion or a bracelet on without circling my hand around my wrist to see if i can touch my thumb and middle finger.

i cant eat more than a few mouthfuls of anything without instantly trying to figure out how to get to the bathroom unnoticed so that i can purge.

i cant feel pains in my ribcage or hear my stomach growl angrily without smiling to myself in accomplishment.

i cant stop counting the calories in every single thing i put in my body, and furiously hoping tomorrow ill have enough will power to go an entire day consuming nothing but water.

i cant stop desperately wanting someone to notice, wanting someone to worry, wanting someone to care, while simultaneously being terrified because if they notice, if they care, then ill have to get help. ill have to stop.

and i cant stop.

#ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #tw ed diet #proana #promia

[faghubby]

So much more

"Paul, do you like it?" She asked walking out of the bedroom in new sexy lingerie. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a black set. The panties rode high as the thong drove deep in between her ass cheeks.while the lace bra so delicate allowed him to see her nipples thru it.

"You look amazing" I said. Before I could even move she added

"Good I am sure Tyrone will love it" she told me.

"Right" I mumbled.

"Don't be like that, your mom bought it for me" she laughed. "She is happy I found someone to satisfy me." I knew she was telling the truth. My mom loved me but also knew I was always submissive ever since I was a boy.

"Your mom said she made up your old room for the night so I can have alone time" Kelly told me.

"Kelly can't we" I started.

"I ask for one night alone and what you complain, I mean if you could satisfy at all. I would be happy to" she started bitching at me.

"I am sorry, baby you are right I will go pack a bag" I said interrupting her. She just smiled

"Thank you, sweety. I am sorry I yelled. I just need to get laid. And he is so much more" she said kissing me on the cheek. I packed a bag and went to my mother's

"Paulie, I am so glad Kelly found herself a lover, I get to see you more" she said kissing me hello.

"Mom, do you have to encourage her" I whined.

"Paulie, don't start, I am not surprised your father had a small dick and could never satisfy me either." My mother said as she set dinner on the table. I did miss mom's cooking I thought. As we ate my mom continued.

"So this Tyrone, have you seen his cock?" My mother smiled.

"No, I met him once when we went to that club" I told her."

"Sorry Paulie no more talk of Tyrone, I am just jealous of Kelly is all. It's been a long time since I had a black man"

I hadn't know my father. My mother had dated even married two other men while I grew up. But she had never been faithful to any of them. I had spent my teen years laying in bed listening to my mother moan and scream in pleasure.

"So grandchildren?" my mother asked as if this was a way of changing the subject.

"Mommy" I whined

"She doesn't let you inside her anymore does she?" My mother patted my hand.

"No, she plays with it for me" I told her.

"That's sweet of her, have that special cuddle time" my mother said making me feel better about it.

"Well Kelly can still give me grandchildren" she told me. I was a bit confused

"They will be yours even if you didn't father them" my mother explained. I helped her do the dished.

"Its good to show Kelly how all the other ways you can help her. Like doing the dishes, you know taking on more responsibility around the house." My mother explained " Husband's have more duties then that in the bedroom"

We spent the rest of night watching TV and folding my mother's laundry. She taught me how to fold things correctly. She took great care in showing me how to fold her intimate things. I finally decided to head to bed, my room had not changed since I had moved out. I put on my Pajamas and was in bed when my mother knocked.

"Came to tuck you in" she kissed me on the cheek. " I haven't changed a thing since you moved out" she told me. "That includes" she reached under the corner of the mattress and pulled out an old pair of her panties. I had taken years ago.

"Just in case you want to change" she said dropping them on my chest as she left. Ten minutes later I get a text from Kelly saying goodnight she includes a pic of her on her knees sucking a huge black cock. I can't take it and I reach inside my pj's and play with my 4 inch dick. I tale mom's old panties and rub myself with them. I work myself up even more. I get up and take off my pj's. And slide the panties on.

I lay on bed and rub myself. Until I cum in them. I fall asleep.

In the morning my mother wakes me.

"Come on making pancakes" she says.

"Be right there" I tell her. I rush to the bathroom and strip of the panties tossing them in the hamper. I come out in myPj's. As I eating my mother comes in annoyed.

"You can't just throw panties like these in the hamper. They need to be hand washed" my mother says dropping the panties in my lap.

I am totally embarrassed .

"Come I will show you how" she says pulling me to the laundry room. She shows me how to hand wash delicates. Grabbing one of her bras and stockings as well. She talks about stains. From blood. Even dried cum.

"This is a wonderful way to show Kelly you truly except her having lovers" my mother tells me. After I shower and get dressed heading home. After Kelly texted my mom saying Tyrone had left.

My mother gives me the panties as I am packing. She just puts them in my bag. With a big smile.

"I want to show you something" my mother said. She took me into her room. She pulled out a big black dildo.

"Mom, I dont"

"Just listen, I spoke to Kelly. This is how big Tyrone is. She handed me the toy. I held it in my hand. It seemed inhuman. It was 10 inches long and so thick I could close my hand around it.

"When you see Kelly remember this is what she needs" she kissed my forhead I just stood there and held the toy for a moment. Before I put it away and headed home.

Kelly was still in bed when I got home. I noticed her clothes thrown around the room.i started to pick them up. I found the lingerie she had showed me. I took it and went to hand wash them leaving Kelly in bed.

Kelly comes up behind me as I am cleaning her panties.

"How I am spoiled." Her hand wrapping around me. "Come cuddle with me." I stop and turn to follow her she is naked. As she goes to get in the bed I notice her pussy is red and swollen. She showed me on purpose I realize when she paused so I could see.

I go to get in bed.

"No fair you have clothes on" she pouts I stripped and climb in I smell him, his cologne his sweat. Kelly cuddles against ne her butt against my no hard dick. As she turns on the TV. She just aimlessly flips thru channels finally stopping on an old sitcom.

"Your mother told me everything" she said "would you like to wear my panties whenever I meet with Tyrone" she rubs her ass against my dick. I don't do anything.

"You don't like this position" Kelly says." I understand it's okay I can be the Alpha in this marriage. You would rather fall into another role wouldn't you? She spun around she was behind me now. As she held me she rubbed my nipples.

"I will make the money, support the family, be the male type figure you never had. "You can take care of the house, raise the children"

"You won't have to worry about failing to please me either. My pussy is so sore. Will you kissing for me" she said I moved down and she spread her legs. I kiss her gently. She pulls me back up to the position. And teases me more.

"Tyrone is coming back tonight, so I already talked to your mom she is expecting you for dinner" Kelly had me shower with her. As she got dressed she pulled out a pink baby doll nightie and matching panties. And gave them to me.

"Something to wear to bed tonight" she smiled. I was still rock hard as I stood there naked. Kelly grabbed a tape measure.

"You always say 4 inches" she smiled. "That's what I thought" Kelly giggled. I looked down. "3 and 1/2and less then 3/4 inch thick" she says

"If you can go a whole week without playing with it, I will give you a blowjob, would you like that" she teased. That was 3 months ago, I have yet to go more then three days without coming.

We are going to have a wonderful life together.