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rinbowaman · 8 months

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heethans reaction to him and reader getting in a fightand dont fuck for a day and his number 1 rule is “dont touch yourself” and reader goes ahead to which leads to non-conn and lots of overstimulation

heethans reaction to giving reader silent treatment for some reason and they’re laying together in bed and she is tryna fuck and he is ignoring her so she starts touching herself and even rubs herself on his leg (she is sideways he is on his back) then he eventually snaps and punishes her

Teach Her a Lesson...

Warnings: Non con smut.....very non con...turns to dub con.....bondage, trapping a person......there is some visual imagery in here that does contain nudity, nothing crazy just some minor nude to show the visual of what i'm describing. Unprotected sex, dominant Heethan...dominant male leads, abuse of power, abuse of authority in a relationship, very yandered....punishing reader.....punishing female in a relationship........its a bit juicy...and rough.

Smirking at the last message, Heeseung places his phone down as he continues to focus on the laptop screen, occasionally eyeballing the door upstairs to his bedroom, glaring at it the moment he thinks of the attitude you were flaring. No matter. He had every intention to fix you later, once he cleared his schedule of all these tasks, plus, it would be good to blow off some steam by giving you some space, so long as you were remaining in the house with him.

An hour or two went by, finishing the last bit of his assignments, Heeseung closed his laptop and prepared himself to confront you, no doubt you were going to be in need of some harsh love. Noting the time, being that it was nearly 5pm, he figured you were taking a nap. The lack of movement and sound from the bedroom provided him enough common sense that you were quietly dozing off, which compelled him to check on you.

Walking up the stairs, he quietly opens the door and cracks it open. Initially, at first glance, it appeared you were peacefully asleep. Closing the door mid way, he heard a soft whimper emit from your pursed lips. Opening the door back up with a somewhat intrigued yet annoyed look on his face he knew what that soft moan meant.

Taking a closer look, it appeared you were somewhat half asleep, dazed, and very much in the mood. Your eyes remained softly closed as your hands roamed and squeezed your breasts together while you turned and shoved your face towards the pillow. It was hard for you, being that you were beginning your ovulating cycle and the argument provided enough sexual tension that you succumbed to the desires of the steamy dream you awoke from.

Biting down on the pillow case, your face remained turned off to the side as you clenched your teeth down on the soft material, while your hands aggressively pushed your breasts together. Your hips rolled and your derriere dips down as your body waves in wild motion, slightly bucking up into the air as you imagine him fucking into you like he always does. Why he had to be so stubborn and tormenting today was beyond you, all that you knew was you needed him...you wanted him, badly. The rush of the hot moisture that leaked from your cavity propelled a heightened sense of numbness to take over and rid you with all sense of rationality and other feeling.

Your teeth clench down harder on the material in between as you felt the gush of lubrication oozing out of you. Taking one of your hands, you release the fullness of your mound and slid it down to your panties as you delicately slipped a finger in....then another....and even a third. Keeping the pillow case in the grasp of your teeth helped with limiting the amount of noise you were making, not to mention you could only feel so much with your own extremities. The feeling was nothing like the intense sensation you felt with Heeseung and his fingers, his hands, his tongue, his lips, and his large member. Still....you were yearning for release and needed it bad, to the point where your desperation grew to a level of insanity as you figured he was still downstairs working, being resistant on purpose to make you suffer.

Little did you know, that the man stood there in the wide open. The door was nearly in full swung as he just stood with a look of harsh irritation, yet he enjoyed the view so much. It was astounding at how much in the mood you were, at that very moment, you didn't even notice him standing at the door way in full view. He wasn't even trying to hide, keeping the door agape, he stood for a few minutes until he realize just how hot you were, that you still didn't see him.

Rolling his tongue in his mouth, he shifts his glare down to the floor.

"Alright.....i'll be back....and i'll deal with you in just a bit...." he mentally voiced out as he quietly and gently backed away from the entry, and shut the door.

Heading down stairs, he grabs his keys as he walks past the counter space and gently shuts and locks the door. Setting the alarm through his phone, he ensures that you were left secured as he went to drive down the street for only a moment.....

Pulling up around the block, Heeseung parks his car and lets himself in the frat home of his best friend. Walking up the stairs, he quietly admits a gentle knock before entering, where the view of Jake, leaned back in his chair with a glass of a gentleman's liquor in hand, casually sipping as he admires the view before him.

"Hey." Jake smiles as he nods over to Heeseung.

"Huh...you weren't exaggerating." Heeseung scoffs out, noting H/N's state as she was rendered still, blindfolded, and.....

..........................

H/n really was indeed hanging out. Strapped in a leather bound cage, she remained standing in minimal undergarments to cover her lower regions as her breasts remained exposed through bits of her hair, while her arms were raised over her head as her wrists were tied and bound. Standing up before her, Jake feeds his hand through the straps and brushes his fingers over her bellybutton, dragging it down to her core.

"You gonna be a good girl now?" he asks.

Nodding her head, H/N responds gently as she admits direct obedience to him. "Yes....yes I promise....I promise to be good."

"No more temper tantrums?" He peaks a brow.

"No more...."

"Okay, lets get you down." Lowering the leathered cage, Jake detaches the straps as he unties her wrists, throwing a blanket over her shoulders as he kisses and rests his chin on the top of her head. "Go ahead and get dressed, I'll take you to your favorite restaurant, mmkay?" Kissing her once more, he unveils the blindfold and a flushed H/N glances over, before shunning her face away once she noticed Heeseung standing off to the side. Walking over towards the bathroom, H/N admits herself away as she prepares to clean up and get dressed.

"Where do you find this shit?" Heeseung perks a brow as he asks, smirking a casual smile as he crosses his arms.

"You know my deep appreciation for foreign toys." Jake laughs out. Both men deliver and exchange a series of deep chuckles.

"So what do you need man? Whatever it is, i'm pretty sure i got it." Jake inquires as he hands Heeseung a drink. Taking a seat, Heeseung elaborates on specifically what he needed......

...........

"Oh....sounds like you're about to have a good night."

"Yeah."

"I think i have all that you need, i'll help you load it inside your car." Turning back as he grabs a few items from his closet, Jake turns towards his taller friend before flashing a devious smile. "You know....I never would have thought that i would see the day where you'd partake in my toys." Jake chuckles out.

"Well if there is anyone I would know that has it, its you." Heeseung scoffs out.

"And If there's anyone I know that's willing to give it, its you." Jake returns as he hands Heeseung a small bag. "Here, take this, i think you'll enjoy it. I'll help you load the other stuff inside your car."

.....................

Waking up, you found the room to be dark and the entire house quiet....too quiet.

Falling asleep after you had played with yourself, you realized that you nearly slept the entire afternoon away, neither speaking or seeing Heeseung since the fight. Stretching your arms, you get out of bed and walked over to the door, to see if he was still downstairs.

"Where are you going?"

Shuttering with fear as you heard his deep voice coming from behind, you snapped around and quickly saw Heeseung standing across from his desk, hidden within the shadows.

"Oh my God you scared me!" you gasped out. "How long were you standing there?" you asked.

"Not long.....about fifteen minutes actually. Did you have a good nap?" He inquires, seemingly coming off as he normally did after a fight, where he was nonchalant and disregarding your complaints on the matter.

"Yeah.....I did......um...about earlier."

"Oooooh yes....lets do talk about.....earlier."

"I just.....maybe i came off too strong but...i do think that the girls did make some valid points about a woman's position in the relationship...and ...i just felt inspired to seek out a change in our dynamic."

"Uh huh......." He mocks out, his arms crossed and his back leaned against the wall as he tilts his head at you. "Tell me pretty baby....who takes care of you?"

"W....what?"

"Who takes care of you?"

"....You do...."

"and who keeps you safe and brings you home every single night?"

"....you do...."

"And you loves you unconditionally?"

".....You do....."

"Thats right.......that's right, I do....." stepping over towards your direction, he cups your face. "And i'm always going to......you know that right?"

"Yes....."

"Good......so drop this shit about a woman's place in the relationship. You have a place and know it, and you...." pulling you in by the waist, he leans in and softly whispers in your ear....

"Trust me.....you're a queen...and I'll always treat you like one.....those girls, as demanding they wanna be.....they're always gonna want what you have.....because no man will give them the world...like i'm willing to give you......that's because they're not you....only you.....can get everything." Kissing your ear, you felt yourself melting as he emits his soft and tender words, while nibbling onto your helix. Times like this....where he knew full well what he was doing, and the effect he had on you, you found yourself not caring about the bitterness or spite you felt earlier. Instead, you only yearned more of his touch and his dominance...his words that were so gentle and yet so domineering.....he was so forceful and so gentle.

"I'm sorry.......i wont bring it up and get an attitude like that again." you whispered out as you felt his tongue trace the lining of your ear.

"Good......now on to another matter."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb....did i not place you on time out earlier?"

Confused, you tilted your head back and looked at him through the minor glare of light peering in through the window. His eyes remained unseen as his hat was still on. Cupping your face once more, you saw the manner of how he bit his bottom lip as he stroked your skin, and then you realized.....

"......Why do you have your gloves on?" You asked as your breath hitched upon realizing that his fingerless, black gloves were adorning his hands.

"What did you do earlier?...hm?......tell me what you did wrong." he deeply taunts as he licks your cheek.

You were confused at first....then it had dawned on you......

"......Y...you......you saw?" you asked.

Nodding his head, he softly emits an "mmmhmmm....." while grabbing onto your neck.

"Didn't I specifically tell you that you weren't allowed to do that?" He grits his teeth, leaning his face closer to yours, where your eyelashes met and fluttered against each other's.

"......Hee-"

"Wrong name...."

...........

".....Ethan....I...I couldn't help it....."

Brushing his lips against yours, he released a moment of sympathy as he caressed your cherry stained lips. "Oh yeah?"

Gently hovering his lips against yours, he gasps out a breath as he caresses your own. "You want it?....." he asks.

Looking up at him, your eyes glazed with moisture as you felt fearful from his peak level of intimidation, yet also becoming hot and bothered by his authority that he was clearly abusing....and yet you loved it.....

"Y....yes...."

"you're going to have to work for it....."

"......o...okay...." you softly whispered back, willing and ready to take on whatever he had in mind, just so you could get a taste of him....something you've been yearning for all day.

"Good......" releasing your throat, he walks over and lights a candle to dim the room up, where you saw against the wall on the other side of the room, something that quickly started to change your mind.....but you knew that that wouldn't matter....because.....when has Ethan or Heeseung ever considered your objections?.......

"E....Ethan.....Ethan no..."

"Yes...." drifting his eyesight down on the ground as he removes one of his fingerless gloves with his own teeth, he deeply speaks out.

"Get inside....love."

......................................................

Walking back in the room after leaving your for quite some time, he walks inside and only his feet was left viewable to you.

"You ready to behave....pretty baby?" his deep voice echoes out, by the choice of his pet name, you knew he had went back to his Heeseung side.

"Yes!....yes i promise! I promise to behave....." you desperately gasp out as you laid nude in the cage, your skin smoothed over the leather padded cushion under you.

Unlocking and lifting the lid open, he extends a hand and helps you up and out of the cage.

"Come here...."

Taking his hand and grasping his forearm, he pulls you up and you relished at being free....you have no idea how long he kept you in there, but you figured it was well beyond an hour. Falling in and out of sleep, you lost track of the time as you were rendered with no choice but to lay still within the bars.

Practically throwing yourself against his chest, you buried your face into him as he covered you with his arms. "Shhh......come on....coooome here." coaxing you, he leads you to the bed and caresses your face. "Almost done.....you know what you did, right?"

Nodding, you felt yourself wanting to cry as you admitted defeat.

"And you know better....riiiiight?" he continues to coax as you nod each time.

"Y...yes.....yes.....I do......"

"good girl......" standing upright, he takes out a blind fold and covers your eyes. You heard his steps as he walked over to his closet, fishing out whatever item he was going to use to finalize your punishment.

Feeling the straps and bounds being applied to your body, you started to whimper out soft tears.

"I.....I dont know if i want to do this...."

"Dont think you have a choice baby....." he sighs out as he continues to focus on strapping you in. "Kinda pissed me off earlier....and I dont think i'm gonna let it go so easily."

You did piss him off......if there was something that Heeseung....or Ethan really hated....it was whenever you were being defiant...breaking their rules and and straying away from them.

"Please...please...I promise i wont do it again.....please....do...dont do this...Heeseung...."

Not even responding to your words, his mannerism was somewhat apathetic as he started to whistle out a tune, instead of answering your pleas.

"there.....looking good...."

the first set of straps he placed on you, was one that looped a choker around your neck, attached to a pair of chains and leather straps that bound your ankles high and rendered you still with the additional straps around your thighs.....

But that wasn't all, because the moment you found your legs immobile, he propped you up for a moment to bound your wrists and arms behind your back with an additional bondage restraint.....

You were unable to move....not even able to shift over to your side as he had you in a high vulnerable state.

"Heeseung...please.....please dont.....you're scaring me."

"good....maybe that will teach you to obey....." Leaning in as he gently laid you on your back, your spine resting on your wrists and forearms that were strapped to your back, causing you to arch your waist up while your hips were dipping low, you sniffled out a soft cry as you hiccuped a sob or two. Removing his clothing, he strips himself down in the nude and swipes his hair over to the side, like normal. Leaning back in, his bare body pressing and rubbing against yours, he closes the distance. Kissing you softly, he whispers against your lips....

"Ready?"

Shaking your head, you pleaded with your eyes as the tears began to stream out and once more, you begged for him to stop.

"I......I dont....I dont want this......"

"well my pretty girl....whether you want it or not.....you're going to love it......and you're going to love me." at that, he begins to breach your entry, and this time, he had forsaken all of the manner in warming you up and preparing you...which made it painful.

"Stop! Please!"

"Hold still."

Continuing to slide in, he rotates his hips as he digs in deeper.....and deeper.

Finally, he was all the way in, bottoming out into the deepest parts of you that anyone could ever imagine.

"P-please! Please....do-dont move.....dont move please....it hurts....t-too deep...you're too deep...." you pleaded, shuffling around as you measly fight against the restraints, pitifully losing as there was no escape.

"Dont worry...." slowing sliding his hand up in between your breasts, he gently takes hold of your throat, over the leather chokers that adorn your delicate neck, where he slowly grips a firm hold......it was tight, and nearly restricted your breathing entirely. "I'll make it all better.....just gonna have some fun with you first."

With his hand pinning your throat downward, he presses his hips in and begins to thrust.....fast....and hard.

The sound of the chains clashing against one another, the tightness of the leather straps expanding as you gasp for air; between your panting moans, your sobbing cries, and his hold on your neck, your body begins to hyperventilate as you felt the kick of his throbbing member punching your tight spot.

But he was right....he did make it better.....as much as you were wanting to escape, sooner than later, you found yourself moaning out of pleasure over pain as he kept hitting it over and over again, igniting the sharp tingle in your pelvic flooring as your body reacts by generating more soft moisture. After a few moments, you could hear the squelching of his shaft thrusting and shoving the liquids of his labor and your suffering back inside.

"You hear that? ....you fucking like the sound of me fucking you...dont you?" he taunts, his voice transitioning and becoming half Heeseung and half Ethan.

"S...ssstop.....stop.....dont...."

"No baby....dont think i will.....you feel too good and i think you're enjoying this as much as I am."

He wasn't lying, though you refused to admit it.....at least....you tried. After however many minutes went by, you lost control over your mind and body as you started to yell out the pleasurable moans and pleas for him to keep fucking you....to cum inside you....to make you his.

Thrusting repeatedly, he increases the pace and smirks down as he watches your face transition from one that reflected pain, to ultimate pleasure as you dip in and out of your Eden side.

"Yeah?.....My fucking girls like it?" He suddenly grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to face him straight on, while he grits out his words. "Tell me you fucking like it."

"I....I like it...."

"Now tell me you love it."

"I......i......i love it....."

"You gonna stop being a little bitch with an attitude?"

"...Y...y...yyyyyyes!!!" you scream out as he sharpens his momentum but jerking in his thrusts, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Yeah? You gonna be a good girl from now on? Hmm? And stay that way?"

"Yes!"

"You will never let anyone influence you again....understand?"

"Yes...yes.....yes!!!"

Harshly closing the distance, the man hovering above you, displaying his split personalities, kisses you roughly.

"You want some more?" he asks.

"yes...yes....yes...mmm...mmmore!" you beg out, becoming angry with yourself for caving in, yet....

.............

"You're getting so wet......fucking love it when I fuck you open...dont you?"

"You fucking like that? Come here."

"Aww....my pretty girl is cumming again? Cute.....lets do it some more."

"Fuck baby you're going to make me cum....you feel my dick throbbing inside? hmm?....."

"Come on baby, keep taking it. Make me cum again....gonna fill you up with all of it."

"Fuck it baby...come on...fuck it...fuck it really good."

"Shit....you look so damn good when you're taking it so well...."

"Keep bouncing."

"Wow...look at you.......getting fucked so hard and still wet for daddy..."

"Want me to go harder?"

"You wanna see something cool baby?....watch.....watch me turn you into a mommy."

...................

Through the combination of his use of force, his pelting thrusts, his demeaning words, his painful kisses and his slow licks, he had you sprawled for more of his cock than you ever wanted to admit. Screaming and panting, he had you surrender to multiple raging orgasms as your hips gyrate, your body loses control and jerks wildly as your chest heaves in deep motion. Yet it never failed, he would hold you steady and continue to fuck into you. So much, you're not sure when or how you passed out, all you knew was that by morning, your wrists and ankles were bruised, and the throbbing soreness in between your thighs rendered you to stay immobile as it hurt to walk or move. Hearing the shower being turned off in the bathroom, you hear Heeseung whistling and humming a tune as he pats himself dry and conducts his morning routine of brushing his teeth and putting on his aftershave.

A ding comes in on your phone. Whimpering in pain from the soreness, you reach over and read off the message, it was from h/n.

..........

Pausing in your response...you remained subtle and discreet with your answer.....concealing the true reason behind your pain.

Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door open. Snapping your head to the front, you watched as Heeseung walks out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair neatly combed over to the side, still wet from his steamy shower.

"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He places his hands on his hips, and tilts his head. Giving off a sadistic and demeaning flare to his gaze, you knew he was still a bit irritated with you, and you were going to have to be extra sweet and submissive to bring him back to his good side. Before you were going to sweetly respond, H/N answers back.....

Enjoyed this piece? Show love and treat your girl to a cup of coffee. ♥️ ☕ Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/reinbow

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manykinsmen · 6 months

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I saw your prosenna/brocedes comparison post and the reason I think they’re not comparable in a sporting sense is that prost/senna were two all time great level drivers and the talent level between them was way closer than nico/lewis. The year nico won the championship the general consensus at the time was that lewis was the better driver that year. I think the closest modern teammates to senna and prost was the mclaren 2007 lineup.

I wouldn’t say so in either case. Everyone has their right to an opinion but I also don’t necessarily think the term “talent” is very useful when you’re talking about the highest echelons of success in any kind of sport, or even art. For starters, talent is completely undefinable. What most people mistake for some mystical skill given by birth is actually a willingness to practice, to stick it out and learn, that exceeds where most would throw in the towel. It’s more of a patience and a willpower. We all have different thresholds for this in different areas - I put a lot of time, effort and resources into my poetry but frankly can’t be fucked to do that with learning the guitar, for example. You do not reach Formula 1 without being deeply dedicated, which for me is talent. All of the drivers are deeply talented, whether their career is a single race or two decades.

What separates most of them is luck - the luck of having money, the right sponsors, the right name, being from the right countries, speaking the right languages, being liked by the right people and being chosen by the right teams who build the right cars which do not suddenly come apart or stop working, being in the right place on the track at the right time to avoid being caught in a crash, driving in the right weather conditions and the driver making the right split second choices and team making the right strategy choices and continuing somehow to be right in all these ways more often than anyone else on the grid for a whole season. Yes they work hard, they give everything they have got, they employ every ounce of expertise and skill both as drivers and teams and on a good day maybe it does come down just the driver in the cockpit racing wheel to wheel with someone else in just as capable a car with just as capable a team in just as favourable of circumstances for them. And on those days we might say, yes this must be this thing we call talent. But most drivers and teams are undone before getting to that moment. So let’s talk about talent.

Consensus is that Lewis is somehow more talented than Nico, even though Nico is routinely acknowledged to have “worked harder”, but so too is consensus that Ayrton was more talented than Alain, who was once again acknowledged to have “worked harder”. Drivers repeatedly vote Ayrton as the greatest of all time despite the numbers backing Alain, Lewis, Schumi, Vettel, Fangio, Jack Brabham, Nelson Piquet Sr., Niki Lauda and (controversially) Max as equal or better. And several of them were significantly younger than Senna when they scored their third WDC so the argument his death prevented him from proving this falls down. In this regard, “talent” or “greatness” is a strange mystical property that is imbued unfairly with no regard for accuracy or evidence. It’s a philosophical understanding by which we can say these who are my favourites “deserve” what they achieved and more and these who are not did not deserve what they achieved. It’s doubly unfairly imbued upon the dead, who by virtue of their passing become immediately mythologised. This is why being referred to as “the next Ayrton Senna” is forever a curse, forever unattainable. They can only be a disappointment because they did not die.

Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton were not Prost and Senna. Mika Hakkinen and Michael Schumacher were not Prost and Senna. Alonso and Raikkonen were not Prost and Senna. Max and Charles will not be Prost and Senna, and we shouldn’t want them to be because what we’re asking for when we ask for that is another martyr and another man struggling with survivor’s guilt. All these comparisons are silly and useless. What do we mean to say when we say Ayrton Senna represents the pinnacle of talent in motorsport when in every department there is someone who exceeds him? We mean to say that we love him best and so much of why we love him best is because he is dead and therefore cannot disappoint us.

#ayrton senna #prosenna #alain prost #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #f1

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mdhwrites · 8 months

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A Nasty Element of Analysis, Featuring Amity and Hunter

So someone in my Discord argued that they prefer Hunter over Amity because they believed that Hunter hit all the same notes as far as an arc goes but did them more satisfactorily, more dramatically and kept more of his personality. That if you were talking about who was better, this made him better. Now I actually disagree with this pretty much entirely. There's a reason I write Amity and Amity like characters into a lot of stories rather than taking inspiration from Hunter.

...But it didn't leave my mind because they did have a point, just not on the front they were making. After all, if you were to remake TOH to keep it closer to its core concepts, themes and GENRE...

Amity is arguably the least justifiable element in the SERIES to have been included. She is almost entirely written for a romantic drama, not a comedy adventure. She's not that funny, she doesn't allow for much comedy, she's not an interesting fighter, she goes on few adventures and commonly when she is a part of an adventure, the adventure element is DRASTICALLY downplayed. That's how we get episodes like Reaching Out.

And for a character like Raine, that's a problem too but Raine is in like 4 episodes in the entirety of the series. Amity takes up a THIRD of the entire series. She has more main plots with Luz than quite literally ANYONE ELSE IN THE SERIES. Lumity takes so much time from the rest of the series as to make it so much harder to actually have things like themes, found family, and a main plot because Luz doesn't have time to interact with those elements.

Worse yet, Amity goes AGAINST elements of world building and theme. She is single coven, she has no reason to go against Belos besides her girlfriend saying so, treats the covens like college rather than the law and instead of self expression and finding a space you can be yourself in, discards her entire character for the sake of making her girlfriend happy. Then in the epilogue, they double down on this by making her just her father.

And both Lumity and Raeda were elements that were planned for the show FROM THE START. If there is any better showing for why the writers had simply WRONG priorities for the show is that for this COMEDY ADVENTURE, part of their main concept was romantic interests.

The point of all of this is that from an analytical standpoint, if you were to try to review the show by what it claims its narrative goals are... Lumity is only a negative. It's one of the elements that makes Luz feel the least secure since she never even pauses about spending time with Amity until Knock Knock Knocking and then NEVER AGAIN besides when she fears everyone will leave her and not for personal reasons, it consumes so much time without doing world building or advancing the plot (anyone remember the memes that if Amity was in an episode, nothing important could happen) and is just straight up against the themes at times.

Meanwhile, I may not like Hunter's character but he is connected to the plot, even if not well, he adds worldbuilding literally just by existing and has a genuinely interesting concept as a part of the world as an outcast due to disability from birth. Even if these elements aren't handled well, they are still more of a part of TOH's genre than quite literally anything Amity does.

The ONLY arguments for Amity are that A: she does allow for representation which... Yay for that and I'm not in the correct position to be able to claim whether it's good or bad representation like I can with Luz as nuerodivergent rep or Eda as disability rep. But B: She is more fun than Hunter. The elements she adds are just more interesting than TOH's main plot 90% of the time. But... These aren't great arguments for saying TOH is some great story. They're excuses for why you should overlook the issues.

And if you're trying to critique a piece of media, those excuses should only go so far which is why I do feel I have to be fair to anyone who tries to stand up for Hunter over Amity (since their characters are so close to being the same) because... Yeah, Amity has no excuse for being here, let alone getting more time than KING with Luz, especially when their relationship literally is the justification for bringing Luz back to life at the end of the series.

Buuuut still don't expect me to shift to writing Lunter anyways. I've got better things to write nowadays regardless.

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I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #amity #lumity

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nikosasaki · 2 years

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this is self indulgent but: i guess i want you more than i thought i did + magpie & ej!!!

did I dig up this very old prompt just because I suddenly am overcome with Magpie inspiration? yes I sure did.

EJ Caswell x Magpie Prescott

"I guess I want you more than I thought I did"

or; EJ and Magpie can't stop ruining parties. Ashlyn forces them to talk about it.

word count; 1.6k

Most of the time Magpie really loved Ashlyn.

This was not one of those times.

"—And don't you dare try and leave before you two have made up!" Ashlyn slammed the patio door shut behind her, angrier than Magpie had probably ever seen her.

Once she did finally cool off Magpie would realize that she couldn't blame Ashlyn; it was the umpteenth time EJ and Magpie had ruined a social gathering with what Magpie liked to call a civil disagreement. The third one since Christmas two months ago. Ashlyn always put a lot of thought and love into the get-togethers she hosted, and Magpie really did feel like an asshole for ruining them.

At least, she would. Once she stopped being so damn cold.

"Are you cold?"

Sometimes Magpie could scream at EJ just for existing.

"I'm outside, in February, at nine in the evening, wearing nothing but a t-shirt," Magpie snipped at the boy standing across from her. "Obviously, I'm feeling perfectly fine."

EJ's big sad puppy dog eyes looked down on her with what could only be described as a pout. He looked so stupidly innocent it almost made Magpie regret her tone of voice. Almost, but not entirely. She was still pissed enough about their argument a few minutes ago. And their argument yesterday, and the one from last week, and the one from Christmas, and the one from the summer of 2016.

Magpie believed in neither forgiving nor forgetting.

"Sorry…" EJ mumbled, looking around for a moment before shrugging his jacket off. "You can have this. You know, in case you do get cold."

Magpie took the jacket from him, holding it in a tight fist for a few moments before deciding that her pride wasn't worth catching a cold over. She ignored the happy smile on EJ's face as she wrapped herself in the jacket. It fit her far more comfortably than she was willing to admit.

"So… Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

EJ was looking around to try and avoid Magpie's angry stare, not wanting to shrink any further under her gaze.

"Well if we don't, Ashlyn might just let us freeze to death." EJ attempted a joke, though not a single muscle in Magpie's face moved. Save for the way her jaw clenched to stop from chattering her teeth.

Somewhere in the back of his mind EJ felt the need to step a little closer, warm the girl up by wrapping himself around her. He knew it would probably only result in him getting pushed away before he could even really touch her. He'd been trying to make peace with the fact that Magpie was probably never going to like him—or even forgive him—but it seemed to be getting harder every day, and EJ wasn't sure why.

"What are you doing," Magpie commented, voice slightly pitching as she watched EJ step closer to her. EJ ignored her, walking closer and opening his arms to envelop Magpie in them. "EJ, don't."

But EJ had already made up his mind, and before Magpie could dodge him he'd successfully trapped her in a hug.

"I'm not above biting you," Magpie said, voice muffled by the sleeve of EJ's sweater against her face.

"I know," EJ said, and then, because he was feeling brave, "maybe I'm into that."

"Gross, man!" Magpie immediately complained, smacking a hand against EJ's chest. Though, she didn't attempt to move away either. Actually, EJ was pretty sure he could feel her smile against his arm.

EJ just laughed, pressing Magpie a little closer into him. This was nice. It was nice to make jokes with Magpie and it was nice to see—or feel—her smile. It wasn't something that EJ got to enjoy often, but as of recently he'd begun to realize just how much he liked it.

"I wish we were friends." The words left EJ before he got the chance to stop himself. His entire body froze up in an instant, as if bracing itself for the impact of Magpie pushing him away.

But the push never came.

"We're not, not friends," she responded instead, moving very little at all.

"Friends don't ruin their best friend's slash cousin's Christmas party."

"I'd argue that's exactly what friends do," Magpie responded with—and EJ truly had to make sure he wasn't imagining things—a small laugh, leaning a little closer against EJ's chest. "Haven't you ever watched Gossip Girl, or Degrassi, or any teen show ever? We're basically besties, by their standards."

EJ's whole body felt like he was hanging upside down, with his heart beating against his ribcage like a there was a feral animal in there fighting to get out. This couldn't be real right now. His brain couldn't accept it.

"Are you calling me your best friend right now?" EJ attempted to joke, though the tone was clearly half-hearted. He couldn't joke right now. He could hardly think of any words.

"What are the odds that Ashlyn lets us back in if we tell her that?" Magpie, again, joked, still smiling into EJ's sleeve.

"She might kill me for taking her place," EJ hummed in response, trying his hardest to relax his body again.

This was fine. It wouldn't be weird if he didn't make it weird. He could be so normal. EJ Caswell, local normal guy.

Yeah, that's all very normal.

"Do you really mean what you said?" Do you really think I'm a shit actor, is what EJ wanted to ask, but he had a hard time even getting the words out. It's what Magpie had yelled at him a good three minutes before they were thrown into the yard by Ashlyn.

"I think you're self-obsessed," Magpie answered in truth, turning a little so she was looking at EJ. They weren't the words EJ was hoping to hear, at all, and by the looks of it Magpie wasn't finished yet.

"I think you feel like you deserve things, like the Troy part, just because you're you. Just because you're a handsome jock who wants everyone to believe he can walk on water, or whatever. I think you like to pretend like things come easily to you, like you think that you have to portray some sort of arrogant 'I'm perfect' image all the time, which is stupid. Half the time I don't even think you like yourself, EJ."

EJ stood in stunned silence, looking down at the girl wrapped in his arms, who looked right up at him with such fire in her eyes that he was certain she could heat up the whole yard with it.

The worst part was that Magpie wasn't wrong. Not exactly. The only thing EJ had even been occupied with was being the kind of kid that his dad wanted to have; the perfect copy of himself who did everything right.

"I don't think you're a shit actor," Magpie finally admitted, tone a little more gentle now. "I don't even think you're a shit person. But it's almost like you try to be. Which sucks even worse."

EJ was quiet for a long time. Maybe a bit too long, because he could see the fire in Magpie's eyes burn out and turn into worry. He wanted to talk, but he wasn't sure what to say.

"You're right." It was all he really had to say. There was no defense. No disagreement. Magpie could read him like an open book, it turned out.

EJ had been trying, as of late, to be a better person. But he realized that while he worked hard to change as quickly as he could, he couldn't expect everyone around him to change right along.

If he wanted Magpie to see he'd changed—really changed—he'd have to find a way to show her, and to keep showing her.

EJ found that he didn't mind that, at all.

"Sorry," she replied in earnest.

"It's okay. You're right." And EJ pulled on her again, trying to convey that he was attempting to actually hug her. To his surprise, she actually reciprocated, wrapping her arms around him briefly and hugging back. If not for the fact that his entire soul had been laid bare seconds ago by a girl who's hated him for the better part of their entire lives, EJ would have probably thought about that hug for weeks to come.

He might, still.

"So…" EJ finally, slowly, released Magpie from his hold. The girl shivered a little as she once again felt the cold, gripping the sides of EJ's jacket and burrowing herself in it. Another thing EJ would most likely think about for weeks to come. "Does this mean we're friends, now?"

The sliding patio door opened behind them, the hopeful face of Ashlyn poking out with big round eyes as she chimed in as well, "Does it?"

Magpie looked back up at EJ, almost as if she hadn't noticed Ashlyn at all, and there was something indescribable on her face. Her eyes were still wide, but there was something else. Confusion, or maybe curiosity? EJ couldn't quite place it.

"Sure," She finally said, lowering her head. And then, mumbled so quietly that EJ could hardly hear, "I guess I want you more than I thought I did."

And, well, EJ couldn't have heard her correctly. There was no way. So he needed to clarify, "What?"

"I said," Magpie huffed, "I guess we can be friends. Or are you going to make me regret that immediately?"

EJ was about ninety-nine percent certain she'd said something else, but it was already long-forgotten. He skipped back into the house after Magpie, kissing Ashlyn on top of her head as he passed her. He had her to thank, after all.

He and Magpie we're friends now. She'd said so herself. EJ was going to do everything he could to keep it that way.

#asks #ch: magpie #gaylittlekino #me crawling out of a cave after not answering these prompts for like six months: hello #my writing #they are just so very

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saturnrevolution · 3 years

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☆Stellium through the houses☆

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I got a lot of stellium related messages, so here it is. I have a 6 planets 1st house stellium, so I have a lot to say.

☆ Stelliums are a very controversial topic, as each astrologer has their own way of interpreting it. However, essentially a stellium is a focus on a certain sign or house in a chart. Some astrologers believe that 3 or more planets makes a stellium, whilst some believe 4 or more planets. I tend to go with the 3 or more planets stellium interpretation. However, I personally do not interpret asteroids or angles (asc,dc,mc,ic) as being part of a stellium and mostly focus on planets, but it really does depend on the dynamic of each chart.

☆ A stellium is much stronger if it happens between personal planets (sun-mars) or if it's a combination of personal planets and generational planets (saturn-pluto) and if the planets are in strong conjunctions. The closer to each other and the more planets, the more focused and rare the chart is.

☆ Any planet or sign that is part of this stellium will be a significant one in this person's journey. So if someone has a 2nd house stellium involving the sun, moon and mercury - then houses in which they have leo, cancer and gemini/virgo will have a focus for them as well.

☆ If not cared for enough, a stellium can turn into an obsession of a person on that particular sign's energy or house energy. That is why, it's important to find ways in which you balance the energy of your stellium and this usually works through implementing more of the opposite house's and sign's energy into your life.

Each house ⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇

☆ 1st house stellium

A first house stellium means that there is a focus on self expression and developing this person's identity, as well as outwardly expressing their personality. These people might have strong personalities and really take pride in it, especially if the sun is involved. I find that 1st house stellium people have multiple layers to their personality. This is not to say that they are two faced, but when it comes to their identity, there is never a moment when you get bored of getting to know them as there are endless new things you can find out about them. First house stelliums embody the energy of all the planets that are found in there. The more planets, the more blend out the energy is and it might be harder to pinpoint exactly the ways in which a certain planet is coming off as. These people might have the ability to adapt to the environment they are in and portray a certain personality depending on the situation, while still appearing as their ascendant. The ascendant is the one that dictates the flavors of those energies in the house. The downside of having a first house stellium is that they can be rather individualistic to the point where they do focus way too much on themselves and live in a bubble. Also, there might be a lack of cooperation and they might find it difficult to work in a team or ask for help (not really if you have 7th house planets as well). It's always a great idea to balance with the opposite house, so spending time with your loved ones or investing in your romantic relationships or engaging in teamwork activities will help. In terms of appearance, these people are rather going to turn heads with their aura and have a sort of intriguing vibe to them. These people are straightforward and really shine whenever they are in their confidence and have so much of themselves to share with the world, they are meant to put it all out there and be appreciated for it.

☆ 2nd house stellium

Having a second house stellium means that there is a focus on the material world and possessions and depending on the sign the planets are in, you can tell a lot about what possessions actually mean for this person - this can mean that they either value money or they value spirituality and life experiences over the material. However it may be, these people have a lot of inner strength. Whenever they feel down, they do get back up and they always fight to make it on their own. There might be an issue here with wanting to keep things for themselves too much or with putting too much pressure on themselves to the point where it affects their self worth and they get insecure. They need to be careful to not rely too much on the idea that there is just one clear path for them to go on and that if they do not reach a certain status, things won't work out for them. Career is also quite important for these people, but more as a way to reach security, they are always prioritizing comfort and are quite consistent with their decisions. They might have strong values and really continuously work on their self worth. For these people, it's important to balance the energy with the 8th house, so engaging in things that have to do with shared experiences, shared finances, opening up, being vulnerable and building deep connections where they can let their guard down and relax. Also, there might be a tendency to be a bit stuck in their comfort zone and fear change, so leaning towards the 8th house and finding ways in which they can embrace change and dive deeper into the darker side of things will be really beneficial. They might own a lot of things that represent their personality - even if this means a car or a collection of stickers with spiritual meaning, they have few things that they own that have sentimental value. They are very practical and calculated people and their consistency is usually what gets them to be successful eventually and be appreciated for their integrity.

☆ 3rd house stellium

A third house stellium shows that there is an emphasis on communication or things of the mind for this person. As the 3rd house also rules the years when we are in school or our hometown, it's likely that these people either got a lot of attention in school or had some traumatic experience when they were younger, depending on the planets or signs involved. However, the purpose of a 3rd house stellium is to use their voice in order to express the things that maybe were once repressed or that they feel a deep need to talk about. These people have a lot to say and they have powerful opinions, without necessarily judging others. They can, however, get in heated arguments and sometimes get stuck into their ideas or their thoughts. 3rd house stellium people have a great eye for details and a way with words - they might be good at writing or singing or anything that involves communication, even small talk. They need to be careful not to be too keen on the details that they forget the bigger picture and should balance their 3rd house energy with the 9th house - so engage in more spiritual activities or find metaphor in their daily life and not always seek to analyze and understand the things around them, including emotions. These people can be prone to mental health issues and need to snap out of this by simply taking action. Their country of origin or their immediate and familiar surroundings will likely be an area where they will thrive and they might become well known in a very specific field or niche that they are so good at cause they are great at assimilating information and research. One of their purposes is to use their unique voice and point of view in order to speak up for those that are not able to do it themselves and so make them feel seen and understood, while they also share their potential with the world and often do that through their amazing storytelling gifts - they could even write a book or have a start-up!

☆ 4th house stellium

A fourth house stellium means that there is an emphasis on feeling secure in this life. These people might have went through an impactful childhood - either in a good way or a negative way and they usually base their decisions on the things they learned in the past. They might have a numerous family or some trouble in this area, however there is a focus on family for them. Their motivation comes from feeling safe and knowing that those around them are well. Also, they are likely to learn a lot from building a family on their own, weather this means getting married or simply owning a pet. These people are warm and caring and have this innate mother instinct that shines through. They are also quite intuitive and empathetic, however this is mostly a private area for them which they keep to themselves. The place they live in can influence their mood so much. The trouble here comes when they focus too much on being in a safe and comfortable environment or being surrounded by people they care about that they do not prioritize their growth or they tend to be a bit codependent. They need to balance the energy with the 10th house, so focus on their career and their future goals and use these really beautiful qualities they inherited from their family as an asset into putting themselves out there. Depending on the planets or sign they have here, they might not have moved a lot and when they do, it likely feels like they are out of their comfort zone, they need to build a space that encourages their growth and that's rather luxurious even. They might own a beautiful home later on in life and build their own kind of world there. These people are likely here to break family patterns that were felt for lots of generations before them and share their stories with the world or use the wisdom they gain to inspire and heal others in very profound ways.

☆ 5th house stellium

A fifth house stellium shows a person that is naturally talented or gifted. This can mean that they were basically born with a talent for drawing, singing, being really good at multiple things that enhances their personality and puts them in the spotlight. They came here to showcase these talents and they need to be careful to not to take them for granted and instead use them as a way to find meaning and pleasure in life. They can sometimes lean too much onto the idea of finding pleasure and adopt this careless attitude that focuses on prioritizing themselves before their friends - which can be both good or bad depending on the situation. These people are likely naturally good with children or they are meant to have children of their own and so keep their talents alive, they are also likely to have artists in their family or people that have, again, some really natural skill. Creativity might shine through for these people, depending on the sign and they can also be quite lucky romance wise or be natural flirts. They should be careful not to get too emerged or too obsessed with their pursuits that they forget about the world, so balancing this energy with the 11th house - with being with friends, finding a community that has the same interests as them or involving themselves in fighting for a bigger cause through their skills would help, even building an online persona. If more difficult planets are involved in this stellium, they might have difficulty with their self worth or went through some experience which made them lack the confidence they need to show their talents. Once they find that fire inside, these people are the bright stars that have a lot of admirers of their work and can be amazing leaders if they follow their passion and do not let fear lead the way, as well as really good teachers that people talk about for generations to come.

☆ 6th house stellium

A six house stellium shows someone whose focus in this lifetime is in perfecting their daily tasks in such a way that they match their future goals and get them closer to their aim. These people are action oriented perfectionists, this is why sometimes their wish to do everything in a perfect manner can stand in their way of their action-taking. It's great for these people to find balance in their life by investing in their opposing house, so engaging in spirituality, journaling, going to therapy in order to understand their subconscious mind, invest in their art, write or focus on healing their mind before their body from time to time. A six house stellium is going to be concerned with their body - the way they show up into the world, but also the way they care for their body, the things they eat, how much exercise they make, their skincare routine and how present they are with these tasks. They can sometimes get so stuck into daily things that they forget the bigger picture and they are prone to being workaholics or to burnout. It's important to take things as they come and reduce the expectations they have on themselves. Another trait of a 6th house stellium is their ability to be of service to others - depending on the sign they have in this house, they know how to be of help and really hate feeling useless, they are great at giving advice and observing the details. They are most likely to see something you are not seeing and they have a sharp mind and critical thinking. Also, having coworkers that match their values is a very important trait to them and if they cannot find that, they'd rather work alone or open their own business. As long as they do not overly engage with their daily routine and know that their discipline does not define them, that's when they can achieve the most perfectly imperfect things in life by showcasing their daily tasks that got them to the success they achieved.

☆ 7th house stellium

Having a seventh house stellium shows a lot of emphasis on relationships, socializing and discovering oneself through interactions to the other. These people are likely social, they love discovering and getting to know others and they feed on conversation. They are rational, but also extremely sensitive and can feel very deeply for those that they love, sometimes even in a psychic way. As there is a focus on the other, the problem here arrives when these people overidentify with their partner, their best friend, their family - they rely their whole being on them and they forget about their own needs and wants, they ask everyone about what they should do and they do not make decisions that are in tune with their own authenticity, they might be people pleasers during their darkest times and completely get lost in making people like them. This is why, they need to get themselves out of their comfort zone once in a while and focus on first house themes - take decisions on impulse and trust their intuition, speak up on what is bothering them and even spend time alone to self reflect or invest in some personal activity. This will help them find balance and the harmony that they are always looking for in relationships. These people could even become known for their successful love story. Their potential won't be the same without someone being there to watch them as well, so they are the perfect example of harmonized work, relationships and personal life in time, great multitaskers and storytellers too! Just need to tap into their shadow side, not be afraid to ask around and explore what they are capable of. They came into this life in order to search for people that match their values and to learn to set boundaries and say no to those that don't, they came here to inspire others and lead them with their soft skills, they came here to make others feel loved and in turn, get to know their own potential, which is huge.

☆ 8th house stellium

Having an eight house stellium shows that this person's emphasis is on things that are rather taboo, dark or private. This person is likely to be someone that does not enjoy being in the spotlight (especially if they have personal planets here), but they are amazing when it comes to behind the scenes. What this means is that these people have the ability to read and understand others in a really deep way, so much so that they do not need things explained in words, as they just feel the vibe. This is why, they would be really great in jobs that require them to use their intuition or jobs that require them to do the secret, insider type of behind-the-scenes work, no matter the industry they work in. However, they would do perfect psychologists, psychics or even undercover workers of some sort. These people are passionate and can dive really deep into the subject they are interested in an completely get immersed into that. The problem here is that stellium energy is very obsessive and 8th house energy is the same, so putting these together can get a person to become obsessed with a subject, a situation, another person even to the point where they might stalk this area or to the point where they do not care for their basic needs, such as food, just to spend time observing and investigating this subject. Another challenge for an 8th house stellium is the fact that they are able to feel so much what others are feeling makes them really sensitive and can get easily hurt if they do not separate the bad things that happen into the world from them. It's important for them to balance this energy with the 2nd house energy, so to spend time focusing on the material, on making sure they spend time showcasing their skills through work, but also searching for stability and going away from change and chaos from time to time. These people can also have a sexual energy to them and are likely always in an ongoing personal transformation, even due to the things they had to go through in the past. These people are meant to help others heal, as they are open to the dark like no one else and they have the potential to discover hidden truths, while also discovering themselves.

☆ 9th house stellium

Having a 9th house stellium means that there is a focus on wisdom, beliefs and constantly looking for meaning. These people hold a lot of inner wisdom that just seems to come out of nowhere, as if they were born with it. They are the ones that are not afraid to make mistakes and that take every experience as one to be learned from. You see these people chasing their impulses and the fire within. It's likely that they will move a lot in this lifetime or travel - these are things that help them see the world differently and fuels their wisdom. They might have a culturally diverse background or they might be interested in foreign cultures or foreign languages. If this is not them, then they are the readers, the mind travelers, the spiritualists or religious people that search for eternal questions of the mind. They usually find themselves asking how the world was created and what's wrong or what is right, what's moral and what's not and they have really well thought beliefs. The problem with a 9th house stellium comes when they need to go a bit deeper than life philosophies, when they need to not base all their decision on experience, but rather on facts or on emotions. These people might feel as if darker things in life make them want to run away, in their endless search for spirit, they might shy away from anything that involves emotion or face to face communication, as they do not like getting caught by and being stuck in details. This is why, an advice for them is to invest more time in the 3rd house - to try to listen to what people actually have to say and not what they believe in, to try to see a person besides their spiritual beliefs and music taste - but instead to look at their life struggles and their emotions. What's challenging for a 9th house stellium is to have confrontational conversations that make them feel uncomfortable. As a paradox, the 9th house is all about getting out of their comfort zone, but for them getting out of their comfort zone is staying in their immediate comfort and not trying to escape, they might be surprised how good it feels. The purpose of these people is to go forward with ideas and belief systems that have been studied and felt for generations and to ask the right questions at the right time, so much so that they change people's lives with their positive way of living.

☆ 10th house stellium

A 10th house stellium person is likely going to have an amazing work ethic and find pleasure through investing time in their career. These people are likely to achieve great success in their career and even be recognized as a public persona. The place where they most shine is the moment when they spend their time being productive, organized and working on their goals. The sign can influence the energy a lot, so you don't have to be a super organized person if you have this placement, but you likely have your own personalized way of organization that works for you. They are motivated and sometimes overly critical of themselves, as they always want to reach and do more than they can even take on honestly. This is why they push themselves beyond their limit every time and it's important to stop and asses their process and praise themselves before they move on, they often don't know how much they have done. A good way to do this is for them to focus on the opposite house energy, which is their 4th house - take time to rest, spend time with family, be lazy and allow people around them to slow them down. It's all right to be behind with schedule and it's all right to be human and not feel like a robot 24/7. The problem can come when they have some personal issue that interferes with their daily work. Usually, if they find themselves being more productive than usual, it's a sign that there is something in their personal life that they are trying to avoid by diving deep into their most safe space - work. These people could sometimes get sick because of overworking, so please listen to your body and slow down if you do not feel very good. Overall, they are the ones that help everyone else organize, but the ones that can also do the small tasks - so they would be amazing managers or most likely find success in any area they are going for, as they actually do the work, put in the effort and get so much pay off in time.

☆ 11th house stellium

An eleventh house stellium person will have their focus on matters of the future, groups of people and environments. These people are the ones that are great when it comes to coming up with innovative ideas in order to revolutionize a generation. In today's world, an 11th house stellium can be seen either vouching for a good cause at a protest or creating their own non-governmental organization or being an internet star. People that have more planets in this house are likely naturally good at technology or at least the internet or they are very skilled when it comes to some unique niche interest of their and they often lead people onto the right direction with their minds. These people are selfless and unfortunately can sometimes care too much about their environment and not enough about their own needs, so it's important for them to balance this energy with the 5th house energy and try engage into creative, artistic outlets or simply just do any activity such as going out or even watching movies just for their own pleasure - without needing to share it with anyone and without needing to make a purpose or a cause out of it. However, they do not necessarily have to be internet stars to be seen, they could even go the other route of being against social media and engaging in a very hippie, healthy way of living or simply choose a traditional route when everyone goes for the modern - anything that makes them stand out. They can also feel misunderstood sometimes because of this and alone, but finding the right community that shares the same interests as them or just the right small group of friends with the same values will do wonders. These people can also be rather controversial, as they are most likely the first ones to start a trend, a movement or be bold enough to take a chance to think and express themselves differently compared to the environment they grew up in.

☆ 12th house stellium

A 12th house stellium has their focus on the outer reality, but not necessarily a material one. These people are extremely selfless and would give a lot just to simply help someone. As the 12th house can also represent karma, these people might have had some lessons in their early life and even later on that felt karmic - it made them feel as if they did not do anything to deserve such experience and since they have been there, they have such a deep ability to be compassionate and understand where everyone is coming from. However, their past experiences made them feel small and helpless and this is the reason why they believe that making themselves small in the first place and being there for others more than their own is going to bring them good karma in return (this belief is at a subconscious level). When in reality, their ultimate purpose in this lifetime is to find themselves. Unless they stop giving their all to everyone in hopes to get something in return and actually take the matter in their own hands and fight for themselves, they will likely feel lost. These people have such artistic and intuitive souls, they absorb the energy around them and are very strong as they can endure things for long, but the real challenge is to go onto the journey of discovering themselves and find out how amazingly it feels to put yourself first and feel happy through balancing with the opposite 6th house and focus on the present moment, learn to prioritize their needs and focus on moving their body and taking the days step by step. These people came here to show us a lesson of how much you can heal the world by healing yourself - just do that and let the magic unfold.

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congratulations on 5k!! for ur event, 5:55pm, needy megumi cumming hands free just from making out 😩💗

thank you so much!!! and yes, this is my ,, speciality. my niche if you will. thank you for requesting this i love you.

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[5:55 pm]

being with megumi entailed a lot, and led you to many different realizations about yourself. first of all, you’re a simp. an absolute simp for him. it’s ridiculous, really, how you’d go to the ends of the world for him. and you can’t say you blame yourself, because megumi’s far too pretty for his own good. second of all, being in love with him is so easy. it comes so naturally to you, like second nature, like muscle memory. there are the hardships, the arguments, the ugly and the bad, but it’s all distant memory with him. like it doesn’t even matter. like all the bad’s ever done is make the good even better.

and third of all, most importantly but definitely not the last of the ever growing list, you think you might have a corruption kink.

no, you do.

because the way he’s mewling and whining beneath you is intoxicatingly hot. it’s not that you’d never been intimate with megumi. you have, but to an extent. there’s the making out for hours, or that time you bathed together and he hadn’t stopped blushing for hours, or maybe when your breasts had been sore and he’d offered a massage before he’d even thought about it and was left with an embarrassingly hard dick in his pants and an inability to look you straight in the eye for a week straight.

but this has to take the cake. you’ve kissed him before. you kiss him everyday if you can. you’d kiss him every second if you could, because you love it, you adore it, and he knows this, and he indulges you every minute of the day. you’ve kissed him before, and you’ve sat on his lap quite a few times. together, though? maybe it’s what breaks him.

maybe it’s the fact that the kiss is so lewd and obscene and messy, with spit and drool spilling from your connected lips, which are swollen and wet and bruised from the endless kissing. or the fact that your hands haven’t left his hair, messing it up more, fingers tangling within the soft, dark strands, pulling and tugging till he has no choice to moan against your mouth. or maybe, maybe, it’s the fact that you’ve been mindlessly grinding down against his hardening dick for a few solid minutes that megumi’s lost all sense and coherence.

he gasps against you, tightens his grip on your waist and kisses you deeper, moaning and whimpering freely against your mouth. you swallow his moans gratefully and kiss him harder, fingers scratching at his scalp and tugging at his hair so hard it stings, hurts so good it makes him whine.

you’ve been kissing for what feels like hours, but has only been maybe about ten minutes, so it really is a shock when his fingers leave your waist and his arms replace them, wrapping tightly around your middle as he pulls you closer to him. you don’t think much of it, until he gasps again against your mouth, and his breathing deepens, falters, staggers, and he whines, and whines, and whines, and then he heaves, gasp trailing off into a broken sob as his lips part from yours and his arms tighten impossibly around you. his head falls forward, resting against your shoulder as he pants, attempting to catch his breath.

and you don’t understand, you’re so confused, till you shift on his lap to try to get him to lift his head up, and you feel it. the front of his sweatpants are sticky and damp, and fuck, fuck, fuck.

you definitely have a corruption kink. there is literally no doubt about it in your mind anymore.

“baby, did you just cum?” you ask, softly, attempting to hide the teasing tone in your voice but somewhat failing.

he groans against you, fighting against your encouragement to lift his head up. “shut up,” he snaps, heated face remaining buried in the crook of your neck.

you laugh, hands softly carding through his hair. “s’okay, babe,” you reassure him.

“it’s pathetic is what it is,” he retorts. “you didn’t do shit and you had me cumming in my pants like some preadolescent? yeah, pathetic, i’d say.”

again, you laugh, louder this time, before your head falls forward, and you kiss what you can of his face, what he allows to reveal to you. he’s red all over. you wanna make him cum untouched again. “i thought it was cute,” you tell him, kissing his cheek again. “kinda hot. an ego boost, if you will.”

“shut up.”

“’gumi,” you start, leaning back and consequently forcing him to sit up. he avoids your eyes, all until he hears you continue. “can you cum in my mouth next?”

he all but chokes.

you wonder what else you’ll discover of yourself through your boyfriend.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi smut #megumi x reader smut #megumi smut #sal's 5k event <3

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smallrainclouds · 3 years

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Tangled starlights

(working title)

Also hc that Hypnos is also working when he sleeping, he does his job as God of sleep. He can also do a normal sleep so he can get rest. But he doesn't get nearly as much he needs.

Part four of marriage AU

No beta.

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You stood in the dusty room as Hypnos floated around, lighting the candles on the walls.

You didn't think you would return to this room. Not after what happened a few days ago. Your stomach twisted in anxiety. You weren't upset exactly but you didn't expect such a strong response.

"And no one has kept up with the library?" You asked. You didn't want to think about *it* right now.

You walked along the shelfs, the scrolls seemed to be calling for you.

"Mother made this place before Hades took over the house for her and he didn't deem any of this stuff important." He replied, and pointed to a door at the far end of the room.

Hypnos waved a hand around. "There are more in that room also. When she was younger, she used to collect as many stories and knowledge as she could. But she never took the time to actually organize it."

Hypnos lit the last candle and floated down to stand. He kept some distance between You and him. Only his bright eyes followed you around the room as you wondered.

"If you don't want to, it's totally fine. This is a lot-"

"N-no. I want to!" You shook your head. "I helped Athens with her library the few times she needed to update it."

You stopped and turned with a smile. "Also I like a good story and I don't doubt that your mother has some great ones in here."

Hypnos returned your smile and you tried not to think about how close he was last night.

"Great! I'll get Dusa to help you clean up the dust in here." He glanced around the room, "And maybe some chairs and tables."

"Yes. Might be helpful." You teased him. And felt a little warm at his laugh.

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Several hours in and you were bone tired and dusty.

So.Very.Dusty.

"Hey Dusa! How is it looking up there?" You called out. Dusa quickly floated to You. Her green, shiny skin was now dark gray with dust but that didn't stop the beaming smile.

You smiled back, already so fond of Dusa. It felt like You had spent a day with one of your sisters.

"I think we got all the dust! I'm just sorry we had to remove all the scrolls out of their place." She glanced at the piles of scrolls in the corner, carefully stacked together.

You shook your head, "It's okay. I've been told it was already a bit of a mess so no harm done."

"O-oh good!" She bobbed in the air. " I think-"

"Oh wow, I didn't realize we had so many scrolls." An male voice drifted through the door.

You and Dusa both turned toward the door, surprised at the visitor.

Zagreus stood, hands on hips as he looked at the pile that loomed over him.

"O-oh Prince! Be careful!" Dusa rushed over to him. You followed, of course he will show up when you and Dusa were both a mess.

"Don't worry, I won't touch it." Zagreus smiled at You. " Sorry for coming at a bad time. I heard from Mother Nyx that Hypnos' wife was taking over the library. And I realized I haven't induced myself yet. I'm Zagreus.

"My name is Y/N and I would shake your hand but…" You held up your hands, covered in dust and grime.

"Of course. If you ever need anything, just let me know." Zagreus' mismatched eyes studied your face as he said it.

"Thank you, Prince Zagreus. Dusa has been an amazing help already." You tilted your head to Dusa who blushed.

"O-oh it is not a problem! I'm happy to help!" Dusa murmured.

"Dusa is amazing isn't she? Our hardest worker for sure." Zagreus praised, he sounded so proud of her.

"Oh oh my, excuse me! I- I need to get cleaned up." Dusa rushed out, her blush visible even with the dust

"Oh dear." Zagreus said. "We might have been a bit much. But it is good that she hears it. Goodness knows Father doesn't understand how hard she works for this house."

You weren't quite sure what to say. You didn't want to take sides yet or ever if it can be avoided. You have seen too many times what happens when two gods get into a fight with each other.

"You'll have to forgive me but Dusa is right. A hot bath sounds like a dream right now." You smiled at him, glad for the excuse.

"Of course! I will leave you to it, Y/N!" Zagreus nodded and waved goodbye as he left.

You sighed. Hopefully this room will be worth the trouble.

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You couldn't remember the last time you felt so relaxed. There was nothing like a hot bath, you mused.

You tore off a part of the warm bread and popped it into your mouth. You eyed the pomegranate but went for the olive. Save the best for last you thought.

You laid on top of the covers, feeling like the most spoiled being alive. You went for another olive.

What a day. But at least you were moving forward and now there was a job for you to do.

inevitably, you thought about Hypnos. He was still at work, you last heard. You knew he slept on the job but that wasn't a rest. Not really.

You thought about what he said before. How being more powerful than your sisters. No one ever said that, why would they? It is clear what the gods liked.

Hermes may have the only exception (at least until Hypnos) that enjoyed her powers but even then he never said what Hypnos did.

Hermes had always pushed a little more, made her try harder to be a little more quick and clever. Your older brother in everything but blood. Hermes had been one of the few people You missed other than your sisters.

He did travel to the underworld sometimes. Maybe you could see him again. Give him letters for your sisters.

Your eyes drifted closed, the dark red

canopy were the last thing you saw before sleep overtook You.

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There were sounds outside your door. You blinked at the candles by your bedside. They were much lower than before you went to sleep. The only sign that any time had passed at all.

You frowned at your door. It sounded like an argument. You stood and quietly walked to the door. You pressed your ear against it.

But the bloody thing was so thick, you weren't sure what was being said.

But you weren't going to just stand there especially after being woken up so rudely. You looked around your chambers for a weapon. Just in case.

You frowned when you realized there was nothing. You would just have to be ready to slam the doors.

With a deep breath, you pushed your bedchambers open.

The two men outside went quiet. Hypnos and another man You didn't know stood before you.

"Great, just great. Now look at what you did." Hypnos snapped at the other man.

"Me?" The man snapped back. He was about the same height as Hypnos but unlike Hypnos he wore only dark colors. His scythe loomed over all three as it gleamed even the candlelight.

"Yes you!" Hypnos grumbled. He turned to You, his normal smile gone. And you couldn't help but notice how much deeper the black circles have gotten.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. You will have to forgive us for our lack of manners. You can go back to sleep now." Hypnos turned back to the man. "Brother, I think our 'little talk' is done for now. You should be getting back to work right?" Hypnos' tone was sharp.

You didn't realize he could sound like that. Also brother?

The man frowned, and looked at You then at Hypnos.

"Fine, but you have a duty to the house. You need to grow up at some point."

Then he turned on his foot and walked away.

Once he was out of sight, Hypnos sighed as he looked at you. He was floating, the candles highlighted his face.

"I didn't know you had a brother." You stepped out of your bedchambers. You were only in a draped linen gown, a little inappropriate but you were too curious not to know.

"Two brothers, Thanatos and Charon. You just 'met' my twin, Thanatos." Hypnos said.

You could hear the exhaustion in his voice and your heart twisted. You will ask more about his brothers later.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" You felt silly asking the god of sleep if he got any rest. But those dark circles were all the proof you needed.

"Sure, I fall asleep on all time especially on the job!" Hypnos' smiled meanly, his hands spread out in a mock shrug.

"I mean real sleep." You crossed your arms. "Surely, the naps you take aren't enough."

Almost out of nowhere, a thought came.

"Wait, what exactly are you doing when you napping?" You asked.

Hypnos raised an eyebrow and silent took over.

"Does it matter?" He finally responded.

"It matters. At least to me." You didn't know what to make of this whole argument. There was something you were missing but you don't know what.

Hypnos was silent as he stopped floating. He walked closer, his light golden eyes not leaving your own eyes. You resisted stepping back, staying in place with your arms crossed. You cursed how warm you felt when Hypnos stopped in front of you.

"My brother is the God of Death. He gets those last few minutes of a human's life. Unbelievably terrifying for those poor humans I imagine." Hypnos leaned forward, his hand pressed against the wall, next to your waist.

You could feel a blush crawl up your neck and cheeks. "And what do you get?" You asked, hating the small tremble in your voice.

"One third. Sometimes more than that. Slowly over the years. When I sleep, I can go to humans and give them sleep or take away any sleep they want."

Hypnos' eyes were beautiful and you felt so exposed.

"So you haven't been getting much real sleep at all." You said, tearing your eyes away. On impulse, you reached up to touch the obol. You heard his breath hitched.

You had to put a stop to this. Or you would do something very foolish.

"Right then come along." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your bedchamber.

"Ah…" Hypnos sounded unsure.

"You need some sleep. I can't trust that you will if I leave you alone in your bedroom." Your blush was getting worse. "Also I doubt I will be able to get any more sleep. So I'm just going to keep an eye on you while I finish up some letters."

You cleared off the bed and gestured towards your bed.

Hypnos just stood there. "You don't-"

You waved his words away. "No one will bother you in here, so just try to get a nap in."

You sat down at your desk, feeling very foolish. You grabbed a blank paper and started writing down tasks for the library.

You heard Hypnos moved around and settled in your bed. You thought you heard him murmured something but didn't turned around to look.

Eventually you heard his soft breathing. This time you did look. He didn't get under the cover but did take one of the pillows and was on the opposite side you slept on.

If anyone asked why you allowed this, you just say you were helping your husband as a wife should.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You nodded, and tried not to think how your heart fluttered earlier.

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Your eyes blinked open. Frowning in confusion, you looked down at your papers. A blanket slipped off your shoulders and pooled around your feet.

Last night ( or day) memories flooded back. You had fell asleep at your desk.

You turned to look at your bed but Hypnos was gone. You didn't like how disappointed you felt. No need for that for that, you scolded yourself. You grapped the blanket to return it.

Only when you got closer, did you see what Hypnos left behind.

On the bed, a bottle of nectar and a note was tucked under the bottle.

'Thanks.' No name or anything, not that You needed one.

There was however a picture of an smiling face next to it.

"Oh Hypnos." You laughed.

Oh...

Oh dear what have You gotten yourself into to?

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#hypnos x reader #hades game #hades hypnos #this fic had taken over my life #the brothers love each other #they just having a rough patch rn #Hypnos could be bit of a jerk though #i love him

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mutigold · 3 years

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⌗ ARGUMENTS — kim hongjoong

where you find yourself fighting with your boyfriend in front of his friends.

pairing. hongjoong x poc!reader

c.w. smut!, bickering back and forth, sub!hongjoong, tongue kissing, fingering, crying, edging, pillow humping, riding, calling hongjoong’s hole a pussy, choking.

w.c. 1.2k

“i don’t get why we have to do this in front of them!”

you huffed sharply while pacing back and forth; eyeing the crowd that watched the altercation between you and your boyfriend. one moment you two were a happy, loving couple, then the next it became being irritated with each other.

but when the third strike made an appearance, you were over it. it came down to him, your light, submissive boyfriend, yelling at you for defending the team. leaving to you both bickering at each other in front of the members.

“oh, now you have a problem? you weren’t saying all of that when you were babying them.” hongjoong yelled. you cocked your head in confusion angrily feeling a migraine come along. you just didn’t understand how your boyfriend could turn his emotions on like this.

something was bothering him, and you needed to get to the bottom of this.

“you know what-”, you cut off turning to the boys, “you guys deserve a day off from all your hard work. go enjoy the rest of your day out together or something. i got hongjoong and i’ll make sure everything is back to normal.”

“thanks y/n, come on guys.” seonghwa mumbles, still feeling hurt by his best friend’s words, leading out with the rest of the team.

watching them go one by one, you forget your bratty boyfriend’s presence. “y/n! are you kidding? they need to practice more, not having the privilege of being lazy. babying them won’t do any better.”

“you need to calm down! i don’t know why you’re acting like this all of sudden but this needs to stop.” you push. hongjoon’s eyes just roll at your statement, creating a dark force that washes over you.

you knew what that certain feeling was. an urge to tame, otherwise known as fixing your submissive back into shape.

“you know what, i’m done with this conversation. either you go upstairs obediently or you go up there by force.”

the sound of soft chuckles escape through the lips of hongjoong. and having your dominance taken as a joke didn’t stick with you lightly. you moved closer towards the leader and grasped his throat. you squeeze his windpipes in warning handling the oxygen slowly.

“oh? now you wanna laugh at me?”

“n-no, i’m sorry m-mistress.” hongjoong suddenly whimpers, understanding he took it too far and quickly submits.

you bring your boyfriend’s face to your lips, kissing him deeply with desire. “bring your ass upstairs. you’re gonna take everything i give you then apologize to the crew, do you understand?”

“y-yes mistress!”

smiling, you tapped his cheek before letting him go leading him to his dorm room.

“oh, mistress! please!”

a few minutes later, you had hongjoong begging and pleading for you to touch him as he humped one of the pillows on the bed. seeing his firm behind in the air, thrusting in and out just to get some type of friction, made you feel a tingly sensation.

“m-mistress! i’m sorry, s-so sorry. please help me c-cum,” hongjoong sniffles pleading for your touch.

“hm? oh, now you wanna be nice? what happened to that nasty little attitude you had a moment ago?”

his soft pleads switch into loud whines hearing your mocks; he grinds harder with an objection in mind. “you were not trained to be a brat nor disobedient. i am very surprised by your actions today, baby.”

“forgive me! forgive me, mistress!”

you reach over to give your boyfriend and command, “here, suck and show me you can be a good boy. and hurry it up, unless you want that pussy to be sore for the boys to see.”

immediately, your index and middle finger are being sucked on like a nipple by a needy hongjoong. his muffled moaning contracted with every motion he caused, pre-cum leaving small spots onto the pillow.

“now, that’s a good boy. i’m gonna stick my fingers into your pussy while you keep humping that pillow, do you understand?”

“yes! y-yes! i get it, mistress! just help me cum, please!”

your fingers thrust into hongjoong’s “pussy” trying to hit that certain spot as he pleasures himself to the soft padding. the faster he goes, the deeper the digits surround the tight muscles. “go on baby, tell mistress more. tell me how much of a good boy you could be.”

“i-i can be a good boy! so g-good! i’ll do anything if you let me cum!” he begs.

you grin at the leader’s obligations hitting his prostate selfishly. “oh? anything you say? first, you’re gonna tell me why you’re acting so grumpy all of a sudden and then i might ride your pathetic cock after you promise to apologize to the boys.”

“i-i promise! it’s just- oh my god!- we’ve been under a lot of pressure since kingdom and- i-i’m gonna cum!”

you pull away before he gets the chance and demand that he finishes his sentence. “-and i just want everyone to be happy! the label, the team, the fans, you…”

“ah, baby. everything is gonna be fine, you just gotta be the best you can be; not what everyone wants you to be. we’re all proud of you guys, the label, the fans, and me. but you cannot push yourself to be angry, especially with the team. they look up to you and you really hurt their feelings.”

forgetting all about the sexual tension and focusing on the conversation, hongjoong felt tears build up and fall. “i-i didn’t mean it. i swear. i don’t know why i acted like that y/n. i’m r-really sorry.”

“oh hun, it’ll be okay. just apologize and everything will go smooth. now that we’ve cleared that up; why don't your mistress show you how proud she is of you. would you like that?”

hongjoong sniffles and replying, “yes, please.”

you give him a soft smile and turn him around, throwing the soaked pillow to the side. going on top of him, you gaze down at him observing his pretty face. “aw, look at my pretty baby,” the leader blushes following your movements as push down on him.

a unison of moans take place between you two, feeling the pleasurable sensations. “oh, mistress. you feel so good!”

“i know baby.”

bouncing up and down, you bring your face towards hongjoong’s and kiss him; tongue and saliva intertwine. “ugh. w-wait! i’m gonna c-cum, mistress.”

“go ahead baby, cum for me.”

warm fluids fill you up making you go over the edge. “fuck, honey. you’re so good for me..”

minutes past with you and your boyfriend laid out on the bed feeling the cool air. it has been a while since you two got some alone time; hence the practices. “i’m glad you’re okay baby. thank you for sharing with me.”

“no. thank you for setting me straight. i’ll make sure to say sorry to the team before dinner.” hongjoong promises grabbing your hand to hold. you make sure to giggle and peck him onto his flushed cheek.

“you know, this is the first time we ever had a real argument like this.”

“huh, really? if arguments lead to this kind of sex; we should do it more often.” hongjoong laughed.

#kpop #dom!reader #sub!idol #aesthetic #kpop smut #ateez #sub!ateez #sub!hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x you #ateez smut #ateez x atiny #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #fics from gold

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Part 3 (Mycroft Holmes x Reader)

AN- Thank you for the patience for this one! My little boy has been unwell so it has taken a little longer than I had hoped but here is the third instalment! It’s a little shorter than the others but that’s because I wanted to contain the angsty part in one chapter, the next ones will hopefully be longer..

This one is a little more angsty, a lot more emotional, but I’m quite happy with the outcome and I hope you are too! As usual, please let me know any thoughts/feedback! And enjoy!

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"Is it just me that finds Stephen Fry a bit.. sexy?" You spoke, watching the television as Young Ones' Scumbag College competed on University Challenge. "I don't know what it is about him. He's just.. got such a lovely voice, and he's so sodding clever and his CLOTHES- got much better looking with age, mind." Mycroft only hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Hmm.. He's not really my type." You laughed and petted his head fondly.

"You don't have to be gay to find another man attractive Myc." You mused. "Me and Greg talk about it all the time, though he fancies Hugh Laurie more, especially in Blackadder." You laughed, thinking back on the memory of Greg's fondness of George in the Blackadder Goes Forth series.

"I'm aware that sexuality and attraction are not the same, Y/N. I am comfortable enough in my own heterosexuality to appreciate another man's features. In fact, I very much agree with Gregory's view on Mr Laurie. Stephen, however, is not my type. The few people that did speak to me in University used to tell me I reminded them of him in the way I behaved but, and I quote, 'without even a lick of his humour, you miserable bastard.' Thus, I cannot look at him in that way." He laughed a little and you cleared your throat.

"Oh.. uh, yeah I guess that makes sense. Not the humour part though, you're actually hilarious and they missed out big time." You tried to avoid the point where you'd deemed Stephen Fry sexy in every way he was similar to the man who was laying in your lap, and just hoped he wouldn't bring that up.

"He definitely got the looks side of things though, particularly as General Melchett in Goes Forth, though I am not particularly fond of the facial hair." He screwed up his nose in distaste, you fighting every ounce of your control to not say he looked a bit cute. "And certainly didn't have the waistline that 21 year old Mycroft had."

"Speaking in the third person now, are we? Well, Mycroft, Y/N is comfortable enough in her friendship that Y/N thinks Mycroft can be sexy in his own ways too." You teased, partly embarrassed, but equally just trying any way to improve the man's confidence, even by a little. Mycroft choked a little on his own saliva and had to sit up to regain his own breath. Too far? "Sorry." He shook his head 'no' but didn't speak. In his moments of regaining his composure, Mycroft watched you. Processed in his head what you had said- 'was it a joke?', he couldn't read anything on you that would suggest that, though his eyes were glassy from the choking- watched as you panicked, then subsiding the panic to concern as you made sure he was okay. All these things, he thought, he didn't deserve. He took a deep breath and reached for the television remote, pausing the show and settling back on the other side of the sofa. It had to be done now. Done while his brain was allowing it, before he got attached... before he got attached even more. He couldn't keep pretending it was okay, keep accepting your compliments and your kindness, couldn't allow himself to go any further in his.. attraction?

It was always unspoken between the two of you- your not so subtle hints to Mycroft over the last few years hadn't got unnoticed, Mycroft would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he felt the same way, though this was perhaps the most open you had been; he would always put it off, try to think of reasons why you shouldn't be more than whatever you are now- most of the time it circles back to work, your busy schedule at the Yard and his unpredictable working hours mostly, saying to himself that it would simply be pointless, that you wouldn't see each other. But he knew that was a lie- you see him as often as you can, even if it's just for an hour on lunch, and everyone knows he would do his best to move empires to have you over for dinner had it been a while, quite literally actually.

Then there was age, you were in your mid-to-late twenties, he in his forties, though that argument also fell flat after you had mentioned your last long term relationship had been with a man your elder, amongst many of your interests in celebrity males that you had mentioned being closer to his age than yours- and, on his behalf, it was usual for a Politician to walk into formal dinners with a younger woman on arm. In the end, it all went back to the real reason Mycroft put everything off, a reason he hated admitting to even himself. Mycroft was scared.

Having been the age he is with no sexual experience, no previous relationships, and not even many friendships, he was terrified he would humiliate himself and you would leave him completely. You were both adults, both clever, you both knew there was always 'something' there, but without you ever acting upon it, Mycroft decided to live his life keeping you as a friend rather than risk not having you at all. He felt guilty enough having you here anyway. He couldn't allow you to keep stroking his hair like that, or letting you sleep in his bed with him, hold him as he snored, when it was for completely other desires in his own mind, not without speaking to you. No, that wouldn't be fair- even if he didn't fully understand everything himself and was still incredibly scared. You needed to know the truth, about everything, and, if there were the slightest chance you'd forgive him, he had decided he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't put it off anymore, he wanted you to carry on doing those things, wanted to continue the nights you would stay in his bed. But Mycroft wanted it to change, he wanted to be able to start the night with a ghost of his hand on your hip, without waiting until you were asleep to bring himself to have that courage, to wake up next to you and not feel the awkward need to move so soon, just to stay a little longer. Christ, Mycroft wanted every cliché in the book with you, and it took him until yesterday to realise how much he wanted that, after nearly losing you. And he needed you to know, even if it risked it all.

"Y/N I-"

"I know, I'm sorry, I took it too far I was just messing about.. Not that I didn't mean it, I wasn't joking about you.. You are very attractive, but it was inappropriate.. I shouldn't have said it.. I just wanted to help.. though I don't think it did, might have made it worse, actually.. Didn't want to say anything and let you find out.. like that.. not that it matters.. because I AM happy JUST being your friend, over the moon, actually.. so I don't want you to think I ruined that... Because I know you don't feel.. like that.. and you're not saying anything which is scaring me a little because you're always talking.. Not that I don't like that.. I love you talking to me, you've got a lovely voice.. and.. and I'm going to shut up again.. sorry.. again.." You rambled, a lot, too much.. far too much. Mycroft tried to process everything, his eyes closing at every word. You were making this so much harder for him, admitting everything like that. Mycroft hunched forward in his position and braced his elbows on his knees, index and middle finger of each hand holding the weight of his head by his temples.

"No just.. Just stop talking for a moment." Mycroft snapped, cutting you off as your mouth opened to speak a little, the small jump back made his gaze soften. "Please." He spoke softer, apologetic. "I can't.. talk about that.. not yet. Not until you know.." You went to speak again but his head tilted, eyes containing a rare glaze of vulnerability, trying to stay in contact with your own but constantly dropping back to his lap- a silent plea to stay quiet, be patient and just give him a moment. And you did. Turning your body completely sideways, you crossed your legs on the sofa, hands resting folded in your lap as you encouraged him to continue with a brief nod of your head. "I fear if I don't tell you of yesterday's happenings in this very moment that I never shall, and that is far too selfish, even of me." He took a deep breath in. "But I just.. need a moment. A few, likely, throughout." You nodded your head again.

From there, Mycroft began to explain everything that had happened, told you of his sister, where she had taken him, Sherlock and John, what she spoke about, what she tried to get them to do. His voice cracked every so often, knuckles whitened as his fists clenches, creases formed in his trousers where he squeezed his hand on them, but you listened to every word and stayed silent- eyes welling with small tears. Mycroft spoke of the screen, told you of the snipers that were out there, targeting Ms Hudson and Molly. Your body stiffened as he added Lestrade to the list, feeling your throat tighten a little at the mere thought of losing Greg. Mycroft pressed on, told you about how Eurus tried to make Sherlock choose between him and John, told you how he'd tried to convince Sherlock to just shoot him, how Sherlock refused and threatened to shoot himself. His voice went breathless at the end of that, the idea of losing his brother so easily still fresh in his mind. You loosened your sitting position and leaned over, taking Mycroft's hand in your own and squeezing. He sighed again and closed his eyes.

"Please, don't." He whispered, trying to fold his hand into a fist to escape your embrace. You didn't let go and offered your other hand on his back in support as you watched a stray tear fall down his cheek. "I said don't!" He shouted, moving from your touch and standing up from the sofa, beginning to pace as his face contorted into more pain, another tear following the path of the last. You sat back, watched him, didn't take the anger to heart. "It was my fault! All of it!" He ran his hands through his hair and tugged, moving them after to wipe the droplets from his cheek.

"Myc it's ok-"

"It isn't okay Y/N! No part of any of this is even remotely close to okay!" He stilled now, posture going back rigid as he looked at you, eyes bloodshot and glassy. He told you of his Birthday present to Eurus- five unsupervised minutes with Moriarty- and started his pacing again. "A man died yesterday because of me. Sherlock, John, Greg, Ms Hudson, Molly. They all almost died yesterday. You almost... you almost died yesterday." His breath hitched again, lip softly quivering at the end of his words. You tensed a little and frowned, confused and urging him to elaborate. "They weren't the only people on the screens, not the only ones with a red dot on their heads, Y/N." Gaze avoiding you now, turned completely to face the wall rather than look at you at all- giving him a chance to compose himself, steadying his voice. "I saw you, you were happy, just dancing and making tea, but at any moment you could have... and it would have been my fault. And I know I should have told you yesterday, it was selfish of me using you the way that I have without letting you know everything. You could have been gone before I could tell you everything, before I could explain how I feel about you, and it all came rushing to me the moment I saw your face on that screen. I’m so sorry, for everything, for ignoring everything, for being the reason you almost-" The last thing Mycroft had expected was the feeling of arms around his waist, the feeling of a head resting between his shoulder blades, soaking the shirt with tears. You sniffed, holding onto him tighter as you cried into his back.

"It's okay Mycroft." You spoke, voice croaking from tears. "They're okay.. I'm okay. And you're going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere." The relief Mycroft felt from your words ran through his body as he slumped a little, left hand holding on to where yours joined on his stomach, his right lifting to his eyes where, in a very rare moment, he allowed himself to weep.

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Neither of you were too sure on how long you stayed like that, Mycroft being held in your arms as he quietly cried into his hand, you into his back, but it was long enough that your feet were beginning to ache and Mycroft had become silent a short while ago. You attempted to loosen your grip but Mycroft quickly grabbed back at your hands, holding them to him again. You changed your tactic and instead circled round until your hands remained together on his back, you now at his front and you gave him one last squeeze before guiding him backwards to the sofa, taking your place next to him but keeping your arms around him.

"I'm sorry." His voice was broken, quieter than usual. You shook your head and fought the urge to cry again.

"Don't." You spoke, sliding a hand down to hold his own that rested on his thigh. "Don't apologise Myc. You didn't do anything on purpose, you were just trying to be a good person.. a good brother. We're both still alive. Sherlock, John, Greg, Ms Hudson, Molly, they're all fine, and I have no doubt that it was partly due to you that they are still okay- whatever the three of you did in there, it worked, and that's all that matters to me." Mycroft shifted, his eyes finding yours once more, scanning, searching, trying to find anything that showed you were lying, that you didn't trust him anymore, but he couldn't find anything.

"But I-" You placed a hand at the back of his neck and leaned forward slightly, your lips meeting his briefly for a few seconds before pulling back. It wasn't desperate, or longing, or out of lust- it was everything Mycroft needed. Everything that let him know that you weren't going anywhere, that you still wanted to be around him, to be with him. He relaxed but didn't speak, his hand beneath yours just turning to allow your fingers to lace together as he let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. You rested your head against his shoulder, smiling softly as you felt his own rest atop yours before falling into a comfortable silence.

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Looking at me - Arthur Leclerc

Thank you so much for requesting! I already had an idea in my head for something like this and you just gave that last push! It was my first time writing in third person, and I really-really need the practice. Still I hope you will enjoy this 😀🧡 Have a great weekend everyone!

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Getting a chance to walk a well known fashion show at the age of 19 was a huge step in her career. She had jobs and photoshoots all the time, but everyone knew that you’re becoming a name in the industry when well known brands ask you to model for them. She already had a photoshoot with one of them a year ago, but having that break since then and now made her think she probably wouldn’t make it into the real fashion world. However, after Alpha Tauri gave her a chance thanks to Pierre, she was contacted by a well known brand just days after the release of the pictures and they asked her to attend their show at the end of the year. Having the promise of such a big show got her through every harder moment throughout the year and she felt like December couldn’t turn up quick enough.

Luckily as it was well after the end of the season for Pierre he could attend with their parents and siblings. She couldn’t even imagine going through something like this without them. Y/N used her last two guest seats to invite both Charles and Arthur. They were friends of their family and she knew Charles was into fashion and would always take the opportunity to attend shows. He probably could have bought tickets to it himself, but it wasn’t the same as being invited by someone who worked for the company that time. It was also probably the only way to make it seem less strange that Y/N would have liked Arthur to attend. No one asked questions why he was there if he came with his brother. There’s no easier way to do it.

The two of them were quite good friends, as they spent most of their childhood together and later could connect over being younger siblings to well known athletes. It was probably easier for her as she at least went her own way while Arthur was following in Charles’ footsteps, exactly. He was a talented driver, but people and the media always loved to compare the brothers, always bringing down at least one of them even though they were never really in the same championship or position at the same time. They usually talked at least weekly, but after harder races or attacks from the media either Y/N reached out to him or the other way around. It was just easy to support each other as they understood each other’s challenges and hardships. They couldn’t complain though, as both had family and other friends who supported them in their careers and personal lives also.

“ They’re outside. ” Pierre’s voice got her to jump in her chair a little before Y/N took in what he said. “ I’ll get them to the seats and we will meet after the show, yeah? ” He asked, taking the passes from the table next to her. She knew they wouldn’t have time for her to greet their friends and get back here in time.

“ Yeah, thank you. Enjoy. ” Y/N nodded with a grin before getting a kiss on her cheek from him. “ I’m gonna try not to trip. ” She added with a chuckle before he left, watching as he closed the door after himself while she could still hear him laugh. She leaned back in her seat as everything was already done for the show, and it was now just minutes until the start of the show.

She finally chose a photo from the morning when we arrived at the avenue, to share it on her story. Making sure it uploaded fine she could see Arthur’s profile picture in the bottom left, telling her that he already saw it, making her smile immediately. Y/N sent him a quick selfie with her eyes closed and holding up a peace sign as the grin still didn’t leave her face. She was just about to put her phone down when he sent one back, mimicking her pose and making her laugh out loud. He did look silly and seeing Pierre so confused in the background of it just made it even better. She wanted to respond but then had to leave when they were calling her name from the hallway. With one last deep breath she fixed her hair in the mirror before leaving the dressing room and following all the girls to the backstage.

She felt like an anxious mess right until it was her turn and had to step out onto the stage as they counted down for her from the sideline. She made sure her dress wasn’t in the way of her steps, although knew they practiced for any possible outcome and knew she would manage even in a dodgy situation. Her heart was beating so loud Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if the people watching the show could hear it over all the music and talking. She still tried to look cool on the outside, her grin not faltering for one bit as she walked down the length of the stage stopping at the end and turning for the cameras. Her way back was a bit more relaxed already, knowing she did her job and just had to get back from where they started. She had one more dress at the end of the show but that seemed a lot easier after such a smooth sailing first appearance. The second one felt like a treat for a job well done and she was ecstatic as she changed into her outfit for the after party. Her body felt sore from all the excitement and then adrenaline that already left. However, her mind was still running and looking forward to the night as she went to the lobby where she knew the others would be waiting for her.

“ You looked stunning out there, Y/N! ” Charles greeted her with a tight hug, making her chuckle quietly. Stepping back from his embrace the next ones were Pierre and her family before Y/N could finally turn to Arthur, not forgetting about him in any way.

“ Thank you for coming. ” Y/N said before hugging him, although it was something that was for his brother too, not just him. “ Hope you’re not too tired yet. We have a long night ahead of us. ” She let out another laugh after letting go of him but she didn’t even get to step away too much before he held up a bouquet of blooming flowers.

“ Just a little congratulatory present. Wanted to give it to you prior to the show, but that didn’t really work out. ” He said with a little blush creeping up onto his cheeks, as she took the flowers from his hands, immediately smelling them.

“ Thank you, they’re beautiful. ” Her eyes were still fixed on the bunch of them, taking in how sweet it was of Arthur. It was made from all of her favourite types of flowers, not missing any from the short list she could make up in her head. “ I’ll make sure they get home safe. Wouldn’t want to kill them at the club. ” Y/N let out a little laugh, turning to her mum while they exited the building together.

Luckily her family offered to take her things back home while they went straight to the venue of the after party. Her other siblings went home too after some last minute hugs, leaving the four of them to be the only ones to attend. There were cars that took the guests to the rooftop bar that was decorated perfectly for the occasion. The moon was shining onto the balcony, but there were also lights running over them, making sure everything was visible and people wouldn’t trip over each other or the few steps around the bar and dancefloor. It was the perfect setting for a party that was relaxed but at the same time a true after party, where everyone could let out their pent up energy and adrenaline from the show.

Minutes after they left the elevator, that took them to the floor of the balcony, they were already standing next to a table with their drinks on it. They were watching the crowd dancing just inches away from them while discussing the day. Pierre and Charles were deep into one of their usual disagreements about their past season, making Y/N shake her head. It wouldn’t have been them if they got through a day spent together without a silly argument. That would have been too easy. She has been watching the crowd blocking out the bickering coming from next to her, gathering courage to join the dancing even though she never backed off being the center of attention it wasn’t the same with strangers. She knew just a few people from here, almost half of it being the ones she invited herself.

“ A dance? ” She turned to Arthur in the end when she could see that his glass was empty. He froze for a second, looking around them. “ You don’t have to, but I would rather turn deaf from the loud music than them roasting each other. ” She chuckled, cocking her head towards her brother and Charles standing across them. She took the last sip of her drink and was about to get into the crowd when Arthur nodded and putting down the glass from his hand was ready to follow her.

“ I’m not a big dancer, I’m warning you. ” Arthur sighed, but wouldn’t have denied himself the chance to spend some time with her in a more private setting. They never mentioned anything about stepping up their friendship, but that didn’t mean they never thought about separately, in their own heads.

Y/N took his hand with a grin, pulling him towards the dance floor, weaving through the people standing close, leaving them a sliver of space to navigate their way. They had to stop a few times people stumbling in their way or bumping into them while they were getting closer to their destination. Y/N saw two of the girls she knew a bit better, and decided it will be better to be with friends than alone. Arthur greeted them, quickly introducing himself and even though they were already safe, standing in a less crowded space, in the moment Y/N didn’t let go of his hand while they enjoyed the music and the company. Arthur did take part in the dancing, although several of his moves ended up making them laugh and him blush a little although it never made him stop. He was happy to be the source of their joy for the night.

A few songs later Arthur excused himself from the group to get a drink for himself, while the girls stayed in the same position. Y/N spotted a few guys just seconds after he left, watching them, and approaching their group as soon as Arthur was out of the view. They were quite rude, not caring about how the girls tried to ignore them and get them to leave finally. Y/N was about to just leave and not even look back when she felt a hand come around her waist. Without looking up at the owner of the hand she got to know who was standing behind her by just the voice.

“ I think you should search for another company. The ladies aren’t interested. ” Arthur informed the intruders and by knowing him for years, Y/N could tell he was really focusing on the pronunciation. He seemed serious, like never before and it did the trick, getting the guys to turn around and leave mumbling some swears in his way.

“ Thank you! For both. ” Y/N smiled up at their saviour, taking the half full glass from his hand as he held it out for her. Arthur just shrugged his shoulders, relaxing his shoulders and taking a sip from his drink.

What they didn’t see was Pierre and Charles paying close attention to their group from afar. Her brother still had his fists clenched but he was slowly letting up as the situation got resolved and the younger ones could continue enjoying the party and drinks. Looking at each other they agreed with a sigh at being glad Arthur was there with them and helped them get out of a sticky situation. From the outside they did see how the younger Leclerc and Y/N were around each other, although neither of them wanted to push them towards a goal. It seemed simple, inevitable, but they wanted them to find their own way. It wasn’t rare that the only possible way wasn’t the best way in the end. Meaning, even if they looked compatible for an outsider, it was possible that a relationship between them wouldn’t be long-lived.

They stayed until their legs felt sore from dancing and standing around, and their minds were in a comfortable fuzzy state from the few drinks they got. The night wasn’t young anymore when they got into a taxi, heading for Pierre’s apartment that had enough space for all four of them. They all took turns in the shower and decided on who will sleep and where. There was only one guest bedroom and in the end Charles gladly gave it up to Y/N saying she was the one who worked today, taking the couch with a duvet and a pillow. She was about to just go and finally get a chance to fall asleep, when Arthur stepped out of the bathroom now in his pajamas. For a second she debated if she should just let him sleep on the other couch or maybe act on her idea.

“ We can share the bed if you would like. It's big enough for two people. ” She offered in the end, with a shy smile, pointing towards the bedroom down the hallway. “ I promise I won’t snore. Unlike Charl. ” Y/N let out a quiet laugh, making sure the mentioned brother didn’t hear it and wouldn’t try to get back at her for it.

Arthur had to agree with a sigh that sleeping in the same room as her brother, would have been on the same level as some late torture methods. He couldn’t really deny the offer, taking his things as they wished goodnight to the others and walked down to the bedroom. Within seconds they were both under the duvet, managing to share it and not pull it off the other one. They did start out quite far away from each other, but Y/N couldn’t be fed up when she woke up in the middle of the night to an arm draping over her waist. It grounded her while she had to get used to her surroundings and helped her get back to her dream right until the delicious smell of lunch got them back to reality around midday. They shared a moment, gazes locking, before getting out of bed with grins on their faces, both deciding to push the conversation to another time. At least until lunch, as Y/N’s stomach grumbled as soon as she was standing next to the bed.

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Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Matter - Chapter Six Tags: Angst, Gender-Neutral, Alcohol/Drug Abuse, Depression You kept driving. The constant sensation of moving, of going somewhere was the only thing that was holding you together. You needed to go, you had to get away. Your foot pressed down harder on the accelerator, your hands were wrapped tight around the steering wheel. The scenery was flying by faster and faster. The only thing you could concentrate on was the highway, everything else just fell away like it never mattered in the first place. It stripped you bare, washed you clean. You couldn't remember the last time the anxiety had been silent. You drove faster, chasing the feeling, hunting it down, it was the only thing that mattered. Nothing else-

Shit, a sedan was pulling out in front of you. Slamming on the brakes, the seatbelt dug hard into your body as it held you from going into the wheel. The sedan ahead kept getting closer, your eyes widened at the imminent collision. Somehow you managed to slow down in time, the sedan was steadily pulling away from your car. Your heart was thumping so hard it hurt. Adrenaline dissipated outwards from your chest and it made your hands shake. Turning off at the next exit, you parked up at a gas station and turned off the engine. That was close, that was too fucking close. How fast were you even going? You didn't look to see, you didn't care. All you were focused on was maintaining that sensation of freedom and nothingness where the anxieties didn't exist anymore. But that was a momentary blip, they'd already come rushing back as you considered what would have happened if you reacted a second slower, half a second slower. When you'd calmed down, you filled up the tank while you were at the gas station and realised you didn't have a clue where you were. It was hours ago since you'd left the city with no thought of where you were headed. It was already getting dark. After looking up the directions back to the apartment, you got back on the road. Inevitably, you began to picture that pack of beer in the refrigerator again. Why hadn't you thought about him drinking? It wasn't like you'd only been seeing Johnny for a few weeks, you'd been going to the dojo for months. In all that time, you hadn't considered it? If you were honest with yourself, you felt betrayed by him. But he had never lied to you, he never said that he'd stopped drinking. You just didn't think about it. You had blocked it out of your mind, content with your self-imposed ignorance. So what were you so upset about? Johnny was drinking in front of those kids, wasn't that reason enough to be angry? No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't picture him getting drunk in the dojo. Those beers were getting him through the day, a whole pack wasn't going to get him drunk, he'd practically still be sober. You were so conflicted. You knew you were wrong, but it didn't stop how you were feeling. You felt dejected and angry and hurt. There was no one to blame, nowhere to put the emotions so they had to be buried away. You were in half a mind to go to a liquor store, buy a bottle of that cheap whiskey Johnny liked and get fucking wasted. Instead when you finally made it back to the apartment, you got high. Though it didn't help much, you'd take any kind of relief you could get. You didn't know what to think anymore. It'd be easier if you didn't have to think at all. - - - When Johnny called, you didn't pick up at first. You just let it ring and ring until it finally went to voicemail, unable to scrounge up enough courage to actually talk to him. You needed more time to get your head straight. It still wasn't sinking in that he hadn't done anything wrong. Even though he was still drinking, he wasn't like before when you were together. He was healthier, he was more himself. No matter how many times you reminded yourself of the truth, it didn't ease the rising dread and the constant thoughts of the Firebird wrapped around a tree, him going on another bender, him ending up passed out in some alleyway, him lying face first on the ground, wheezing, choking, dying. An hour later he called again. This time you answered, needing to hear his voice. He asked if you could come to the dojo tomorrow and you agreed, like always. Parking up next to his Firebird the next day, you hesitated getting out of your car. A small part of you wanted to bolt. Maybe distance would somehow lessen the pain, maybe if you never saw Johnny again you could imagine that he was perfectly fine, forever healthy and untroubled. You pushed the anxious thoughts aside and headed into the dojo. There were a few kids already there. Hawk, Aisha and Miguel were chatting in the corner, too engrossed in their conversation to notice you coming in. As you went into the office, you almost collided into Johnny and reared backwards to avoid him. He immediately reached out and held onto your shoulders, carefully steadying you before you could stumble. “You okay?” He murmured softly, his bright eyes entirely focused on you. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” you replied, unable to hold to gaze. Turning your shoulders slightly, he seemed to take the hint and let you go. He didn't. . .he didn't smell like booze. Maybe he was being polite and he'd wait until you left before he started drinking. You moved passed him and settled down at the desk, quickly picking up some pieces of paper to start working. Johnny was still hovering by the door, his presence was almost oppressive. You were hyperaware of him in your peripheral vision, you could still feel his hands on your shoulders. Thankfully he went into the dojo and you could breathe a little easier. This was so pathetic. The things you had made yourself believe, the things you convinced yourself of in order to try and ease the pain. It wasn't just being naïve, thinking that he'd stopped drinking, it wasn't even willed ignorance, it was worse than that. You had deluded yourself, you had created an impossible narrative and you hadn't even noticed until it stared at you right in the face. Johnny was never going to stop drinking. He didn't stop for Robby, he didn't stop for you, and he certainly wasn't going to do it for himself. Anguish bled into your heart at the realisation. You looked over to the dojo through the window, seeing Johnny talk to a few of the kids. There was nothing you could do, there was never anything you could do. That sense of helplessness you hadn't felt for months was back. You couldn't even help the one person that you loved more than anything in this world. You were worthless. - - - The next time he called, you didn't answer. Not the second or the third time either. You couldn't bring yourself to go back there and see him again. Your head was all over the place. You felt deeply agitated but calm at the same time. There would be times when your mind would blank, and then it would be a mess of racing, spiralling thoughts. Whenever you got home from work, you didn't know what to do with yourself anymore. You considered listening to some music or watching a movie, but you didn't have the energy to decide. It was too much effort. A strange weight had settled deep inside your chest. Sometimes it would flare up, almost like the echoes of adrenaline. You didn't know whether it was agony or rage, neither conceded to the other so it felt as if you were in the eye of a storm, waiting for the moment when everything would come undone. You parked up outside the apartment after another long, shitty day at work, trying not to think about the fact you needed to get some groceries. The refrigerator was almost empty, the cupboards were largely comprised of condiments and spices. There might be can of soup hiding somewhere. You walked to the entrance of the apartment building, thinking that the soup would have to suffice for dinner even though you wanted a proper meal. A few days ago you got food poisoning from something, you hadn't worked out what it was in the end. Tomorrow you would go to the grocery store. Or maybe the day after that would be better- “Hey.” The sound of Johnny's voice made you look up in surprise. He was standing near the main door with his hands in his jean pockets. “What are you doing here?” “I was driving through, thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing.” You let out a sigh, rather irked by the fact he'd turned up in person. It was easy to ignore a call, but you couldn't ignore him standing right in front of you. His eyes were watching you carefully, expectant of anything but a dismissal. “Let's go up,” you told him, pulling out your keys and opening up the main door. He followed behind you silently as you took the stairs, Johnny's presence was making you nervous, you almost tripped up on the last flight of stairs. The sound of an argument from one of the neighbours permeated through the corridor as you went to your apartment. You fumbled impatiently with the botched lock, completely forgetting the normal routine of opening it up. Taking in a breath, you focused on doing it slowly and managed to get it open after a few seconds. “Want me to take a look at that?” He offered as both of you went inside. “It's fine,” you replied, gesturing to the sofa. After kicking off his shoes, he sat down with his elbows on his knees. There was that same sour expression on his face from the last time he was here. You tried not to take it personally, he was just thinking about his mom. Rather than sitting next to him as the sofa was a little small, you perched on the armrest, waiting for him to say something. “I tried to call a few times,” he told you, obviously waiting for an explanation. “I haven't had time to come to the dojo.” “How about next week? Is Thursday okay?” “Do you have a lot of paperwork then?” “Uhh. . .yeah I guess.” “I'll let you know,” you replied, taking to your feet. “Was there anything else?” Johnny's jaw twitched as he looked away from you for a brief moment. “I wanted to know how you're doing.” “Fine,” you immediately responded. “Just tired.” He kept watching you, wanting more than a three word response. “How are you and the kids?” “I'm okay, kids are doing great too.” You nodded slowly, pressing your lips together. After a few moments of silence Johnny asked you how things were at work. “Busy.” He looked down to his hands, he seemed uncomfortable that you were being so unresponsive. “I saw Robby yesterday,” he mentioned, trying to keep the conversation going. “How's he doing?” “Pretty good. He was in a bit of trouble at school but he's keeping out of it for now. We go to a burger joint each week and I drive him to school sometimes.” “That's good. He needs you, Johnny.” “He asked about seeing you. I haven't told him that we're not uh. . .” “Why not?” “I didn't want to give him another reason to be disappointed in me,” he murmured. “He's got enough already.” The hurt in his eyes made your heart twinge in discomfort. Both of you broke eye contact, unable to hold each other's gaze. “I think he'd be more disappointed that you lied to him,” you replied quietly. He stared at you again. Your chest hurt even more so you turned away and headed towards the front door. You said that you'd let him know whether you could make it next week. Johnny finally took the hint that you wanted him to leave and got off the sofa. After he put on his shoes, he stood in front of you for a few moments, his hands were almost balled into fists, his fingertips grazing the pad of his thumb. “Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at the door?” “I said it's fine.” You opened up the front door for him and he moved past you. He turned as if to say something else so you cut him off before he had the chance. “Talk to me first before turning up here again, alright?” Your tone was harsher than intended. His eyes flicked down to the floor, he nodded in response and then walked off down the corridor. You watched him walk away, trying to ignore how wrong it felt to watch him leave, just like you wanted. - - - It took less than five minutes for you to regret how you had spoken to Johnny. You shouldn't have been so rude to him. You were just so exhausted, and for him to catch you unawares like that, like he always managed to, made you shut down. The only thing that seemed to make sense was to put some distance between you and him, to give you a moment to process what was happening. Almost a week has passed and the agitated state you'd been in had finally started to settle out into something more predictable. Extra shifts and overtime kept your mind occupied. It was almost like you were functioning on autopilot, going to work, driving back, eating some food, getting high, sleeping, you did a lot of that now. Before you had barely been able to sleep, but now you'd go ten hours straight and it still wouldn't be enough. You didn't think about those beers in the refrigerator as much. Every now and then the anxiety would bleed into you uncontrollably as you wondered where Johnny was, whether he was okay, how much had he been drinking, had he got into a fight. Was he safe? He had the dojo now, he had the kids, he had Robby back. It would be enough for him to keep it together, he wouldn't get as bad as before, it had to be enough. When he was in your apartment, you'd said that you were going to call to let him know whether you could make it to the dojo on Thursday. It was only the night before that you finally managed to coax yourself to give him a call and tell him you'd be able to make it. The next day you found yourself driving to the dojo, smoking a joint to try and relax a little. With the windows down and the music blaring, you ran over the apology you were going to tell Johnny. You hadn't meant to be so dismissive and kick him out of the apartment after he'd barely been in it. You were still pretty fucked in the head, maybe seeing him every now and again would calm you down, maybe you wouldn't worry as much, maybe you wouldn't be so scared. After parking up next to the Firebird and heading inside, you asked Johnny whether you could talk to him for a minute. “Everything okay?” He asked when both of you were in the office. You stood in front of the desk, keeping your arms from crossing over your chest. “I wanted to apologise for being rude to you last week. I was just so tired and. . .” you trailed off, the words you had prepared earlier didn't seem right. How were you meant to explain yourself? How could you tell him that- “It's okay. I shouldn't have turned up without checking with you first,” he replied solemnly. That wasn't what you'd been trying to say, was it? “Sensei!” Miguel said as he came in to the office. “Aisha can't make it today, she's got a family thing she can't get out it. . .sorry am I interrupting something?” He must have noticed the tension between you and Johnny. Forcing a smile on your face, you shook your head and sat down behind the desk. “It's fine, Diaz. Text down what we've been doing today and let her know.” “Oh I'll just FaceTime her later.” “Face what?” “It's a video call, Sensei.” “Right, sure.” Miguel failed to hold back a grin as he left the office. Johnny turned his attention back to you. For a moment you thought he was going to say something, but he simply nodded at you and went into the dojo. Over the next few minutes, you watched as he chatted to his students before gathering them all together on the mat and starting the class. His words kept playing over in your mind over and over. Was he never going to turn up at your apartment again? Why did the thought fill you with so much dread? - - - Maybe monthly visits to the dojo would be the best compromise. It was frequent enough to keep on top of the paperwork but infrequent enough to give you time away from Johnny. It would be better if you started to drift away from him. Aside from helping him out in the office, there wasn't anything good you brought into his life. You hadn't helped him before when he needed it the most. All you did was watch him get worse and worse until you couldn't do it anymore. Why hadn't you helped him? Were you really that useless? Why had you walked away? Were you really that much of a coward? It was shameful what you had done, unforgivable. You'd left him. You'd left him all alone. What if he did that to you? You'd never recover, you'd never be the same again. When Johnny called, you didn't answer. The week after you'd been to the dojo, he called a few times, the week after that maybe once or twice. Even though you'd told him not to, you held out hope every time you went to and from work that you'd see him waiting outside your apartment. But he never turned up again. It had been a tiring morning. Work had been torturously long and you were only halfway through your shift. You were on lunch break, sitting in your car smoking a joint. It was the only thing that took the edge off anymore. Your phone buzzed and you were taken back by a text message from Johnny. He never texted. You checked the number a couple of times, making sure it was him. The content of the message should have been evident enough. >> can u come to dojo tonite at 8? He had never texted before, he didn't know how to. Immediately you called him back, but it went to voicemail after a couple rings. A few minutes later you received another text. >> have class cant talk. really need to see u. its urgent Your eyebrows furrowed. It was urgent? Was something wrong? Was he okay? You texted him back, telling him you'd meet him at eight, asking if he needed you to come sooner. He sent back a reply saying eight o'clock was fine. Unable to hold back your curiosity, you shot off another message, asking how he knew how to text. >> Diaz teachin me He didn't text anything else back for the rest of the day. The rest of your shift passed by in an anxious blur as you worried about whether he was okay. Something must have been going on. Had something happened to Robby? If it was really bad, he wouldn't have waited until the evening, would he? You parked up at the dojo a couple minutes before eight o'clock, trying to ignore the growing nerves. Heading in through the door, only the office was lit with the main lights turned off. Passing round the mat, you heard Johnny's voice. “For the last time Diaz, I'm not buying you those nunchucks, they're-” Johnny stopped talking the moment you walked into the office. He was sitting with his feet on the desk, beer in hand, a magazine on his legs which he must have been flipping through. There were a couple of empty beer cans on the desk, one had already fallen to the floor. You suddenly felt nauseous and had to force yourself not to turn away from him. “What are you doing here?” He questioned as he took his feet off the desk and dropped the magazine down onto it. “It's eight o'clock,” you reminded him quietly, eyes fixating on the beer he was holding. How many had he had already? “So?” He spat back. “You said you wanted me to meet you here at eight.” “No I didn't.” “It was a couple of hours ago, Johnny. You texted me.” “Since when do I text?” “Since Miguel started to teach you?” He looked at you puzzled for a few moments before his expression filled with recognition. He let out a deep sigh. “That kid. . .” he mumbled in irritation. You suddenly realised that it was Miguel who had texted you. Shit. . .why didn't you realise? Johnny always called him Miguel whenever he spoke to you, not Diaz. You should have known. He'd never texted you before, and then after he rejected your call, he didn't call you back. He always called you back. You felt stupid, embarrassed. “Well. . .I didn't mean to interrupt you. You seem to have plans so. . .” You tried not to think about how many more beers he'd get through tonight. About to turn away from him, he quickly stood up and put the can down on the desk. “What's going on with you?” “What do you mean?” “What's going on? I haven't seen you in nearly three weeks.” “I've been busy.” “Doing what?” “Work's been crazy, I haven't found the time.” “Haven't found the time, that's a good one. I should remember that.” “What?” “I'm just making a note of your bullshit,” he told you as he began to approach you. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me?” “No, I don't want to fight,” he replied softly, stopping a few feet in front of you. The smell of alcohol was even stronger now. “I want you to tell me what's going on. Something's not right with you, what is it?” “I say no when you ask me for a favour and that automatically means there's something wrong with me?” “I thought you liked it here. The kids think you're great, they keep asking me when you're coming back and I don't know what to tell them. It's better when you're here.” “Gotta have someone to do your busy work, right?” “Don't do that. Don't put words in my mouth. I don't give a shit about the paperwork. I like having you around, alright?” Your eyes dropped to the ground, you didn't know what to say, you didn't know what to think. "Look I know work's crazy but. . .can't you come here once a week? Just for an hour or two." You slowly started to shake your head, every week was just too much. "Okay, what about once every two weeks, starting tomorrow?" You pressed your lips together, hesitant to agree even though it was better than every single week. "Please?" You looked up at him then, at his bright, hopeful eyes and you were nodding before you even realised. He walked you out of the dojo and to your car not long after that. You supposed you would be back here tomorrow. - - - The kids greeted you warmly the next day when you walked into the dojo. Miguel, Aisha and Hawk followed you into the office, but it was only Aisha and Hawk who were chatting excitedly about the mock tournament that Johnny was going to plan, discussing who was going to fight each other, what new moves they could incorporate in the fights, who was most likely to win. Miguel remained quiet and avoided your gaze, Johnny had probably chewed him out for the stunt he pulled on you last night. He might have been trying to do the right thing and help his Sensei, but he had no right to lie like that. It wasn't fair. Johnny greeted you without any awkwardness or tension and rounded up the kids to begin the class. It was. . .kind of nice being back in the dojo, listening to the rhythmic sound of the kids doing their movements, to Johnny as he walked along beside them, effortlessly explaining how they could improve and complimenting the students which had cracked it or had shown improvement. After the class, Miguel came into the office with his backpack and apologised genuinely for what he did. You nodded in response and accepted his apology before asking him why he wasn't staying. "Sensei says I have to do some endurance training today." "Endurance training?" "Yeah, it's a lot of running and stuff. Fifteen miles to start and then-" "To start?" You reply incredulously before mumbling under your breath where's Johnny. Taking to your feet, you looked out to the dojo to find him talking to Bert. Miguel might have done wrong, but he didn't deserve to be punished like this. "Oh it's fine, I do it anyways. Just not usually on the night I'm supposed to be going out with my friends," he reassured you. Your eyes flicked between Miguel and Johnny, uncertain whether it really was okay. "I know I shouldn't have lied so. . .really it's fine." "Alright," you told him. After Miguel left the office and more of the kids headed out of the dojo, Johnny came in to see you. "Diaz apologise?" He asked, coming around to your side of the desk and perching on the edge of it. "Yeah, he did.” “He's a good kid really.” “I know.” He nodded slowly, his eyes avoiding your gaze like he was preparing himself to tell you something. “I uh. . . I told Robby about us. About a lot of things actually.” “Yeah?” “About Sid, and Cobra Kai and all the shit I did in high school.” He paused for a few moments, taking a deep breath. “I told him about my mom too and. . .how she passed.” Johnny had told you what happened to her a long time ago. He talked about the months he'd spent visiting her in hospital before she died, how day after day she got worse and worse until she wasn't really there at all. Her death hit him hard, she was all he had. “I think I said too much. He hasn't answered my calls in a couple days.” “He probably needs some time to process,” you replied. “That kid's always got a lot to process huh?” “You still taking him to school?” “He'd already left when I got there yesterday.” “Beat him to it next time.” “What. . .I should camp outside the front door at sunrise?” “You gotta show someone you love them right?” “Yeah. . .” Johnny mumbled back, focus drifting away from you as he became preoccupied with his thoughts. - - - The angst fest is back in town! Been a while huh? I'd hoped to get this finished months ago but season 3 of Cobra Kai really just put me off Johnny's character and I had a total loss of inspiration. I do plan on completing this story and hope you'll enjoy this next installment. Your comments are much appreciated as always. 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usedtobe-angstyoikawa · 3 years

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Found you

Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: you fell in love with him at the wrong time, slight enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: angst (disappointed but not surprised)

Word count: 1909

a/n: sorry I’m a sucker for pain and I’ve been CRAVING unrequited-love-kinda-heartbreak for the past week so yeah sorry again. Also I just finished reading the song of Achilles and didn’t cry so I NEED this

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You first thought he was an asshole. Always wanting to be the center of attention, being the teacher’s pet but talking shit about them as soon as they turned around to continue with the lesson. He was the typical perfect boy who everyone loved, so sweet, so polite, so talented. Or so they thought.

You changed school during your third year of high school and started going to the same one as your childhood friend, Aoba Jōsai High. Kyōtani (aka mad dog) wanted to join the volleyball team but didn’t want to go alone ‘cause he knew he’d screw it up and go back to training by himself. So, you offered yourself to go with him and apply for the manager position. Boy was that the worst choice you’d ever made. Not only did you have to spend lots of time (worth of studying) in that stupid gym but you also had to deal with their self centered captain. The first thing he said to you was “hey cutie where’s my hug at” (a/n: I’m so sorry but he would) you wanted so badly to punch him in the face, but you knew better so you just rolled your eyes and ignored him.

He kept flirting with you every now and then but he grew tired of your indifference pretty quick and started behaving like the spoiled child he was. He’d argue with you during practice over some stupid shit or blame you for having given him really cold water to drink during the last match on purpose just to make his throat sore and sabotage his performance. You were petty and didn’t let him off with this behavior so easily, you’d point out every wrong answer he gave during class just to piss him off or boo him every time he’d miss a serve.

The team seemed to find your relationship with Tooru entertaining. They’d make bets without the two of you knowing, wondering who’d win the next argument or how long it would take you to punch their captain in the face.

After a few months as the team manager you grew closer to the boys and started to listen to their personal problems, giving them the best advice you could think of in order to help them out. They became your friends. Even Oikawa came to you every once in a while to ask for your opinion on some ugly outfit he was thinking of wearing to some party, only to then clarify that he was asking you so he’d do the opposite of what you’d said.

Eventually the bickering ceased and you two started to get along, greeting each other when you crossed in the hallways and making small talk when you were the only ones left in the gym. That last one happened very often. Oikawa was known not only for his good looks and popularity but also for his hard work and volleyball skills. You’d seen him staying at the gym practicing until god knows what hours of the night, Iwaizumi always being the one trying to get him to stop but failing.

One night it was just the three of you, you were about to leave when the two boys started screaming at each other. You’d seen this exact same scene before, Iwa begging him to stop and Tooru yelling at him for not being a good friend and support him. But this time it was different, Iwa was tired of this and didn’t know how to help his stubborn best friend so he exploded.

“ You are a stupid, selfish asshole ” were the words that left the boy’s mouth “ You’re so blinded by your goals that you don’t realize how bad the people who love you are suffering. All because of you and your stupid need for perfection. And I’m tired of this shit”

After that he left the gym and headed home, leaving you alone with Oikawa. The boy seemed to ignore your presence as well as his friend’s words and continued with his practice. He served over and over again, running out of breath with every hit. You didn’t really understand what the big deal was, why he would overwork himself or why Iwa was so mad at him.

“Hey, shittykawa ” you called, expecting him to ignore you. He turned around, volley ball in hand and nodded his head at you.

“What? You gonna yell at me too?”

“No, actually I just wanted to ask you what is going on. I’m still new to this whole manager thing but I’m pretty sure part of my work is to make sure you guys’ heads are working all right, and yours seems to be a bit fucked up ” it wasn’t until the words left your mouth that you realized what you had said. You looked up at him and waited for the argument to start. Again, you were surprised.

“I know, I can act like an idiot when I’m hating myself” his answer was meant to be sarcastic but his face said otherwise.

That day something changed between you two. You sat in the middle of the court and Oikawa opened up to you. He told you about his dreams and goals and how close he had gotten to achieving them, only to have them snatched away because of some mistake he had made. Kyōtani had told you about the match against this Karasuno team and how the lost had affected them, but you felt there was something he wasn’t telling you. Now you understood. Oikawa blamed himself for it. And that wasn’t all, he also talked about the amount of stress and pressure he had put himself under and how tired he was of giving it all only to be beaten by more talented people. You watched him cry and throw balls at the wall, screaming about some first year student who was a better setter than him even though he had worked ten times harder. He was mad, furious but also exhausted. You didn’t really know what to say so all you did was listen to him. Once he had calmed down he apologized for his behavior and walked you home.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t expected to see that side of him, you hadn’t even considered that maybe that annoying egotistical self was just his shield, a mask. Ever since that night you started being nicer to him, asking him how his day was going, if he had drank enough water, etc. You were becoming friends.

It wasn’t long until Oikawa’s fans started rumors about the two of you being a couple, the team would make fun of him but he’d just brush it off and deny it. He was Oikawa Tooru, the great king, he couldn’t date someone like you. That’s the lies he’d tell himself but the truth was that he had found a good friend in you and was scared to loose that.

Late night talks in the gym became a regular, he’d always walk you home after practice (along with mad dog ‘cause he was your neighbor) and every now and then you’d have lunch with him. At first it felt nice, you liked being friends with Tooru and being able to help him out with his problems, letting down his walls and showing you his true self. It was close to the end of school that you started to feel weird around him. Suddenly the gym seemed a bit smaller than it used to be, the air felt a little dense too specially after watching Oikawa train intensely, sweat running down his neck. It’d get harder to swallow and talking to him without going blank was a challenge, something was wrong with you but you couldn’t tell what.

You didn’t tell mad dog about it, knowing he wouldn’t really have an answer to give you, so you kept it to yourself and waited for it to go away. It didn’t. You started to think about him on a regular basis, wondering what it’d feel like to hold his hand in yours or to cup his face and give him a soft pe- wait what, oh shit. Could it be? Could you be in love with Tooru?

One night, while he was walking you home after practice you decided to put your feelings to the test. Without really thinking much about it you got your hand out of your pocket and grabbed his hand. It felt cold, harsh, it wasn’t soft at all like you had imagined but you still liked holding it.

“ What are you doing?” you looked up at him with a boring expression on your face, his cheeks were... red?

“ I’m holding your hand” god you were stupid.

“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

“ I don’t know it just... looked cold, I’ve heard you have cold hands and so I thought I’d help you out” it sounded like a better excuse in your head.

“ Oh, eh okay, thanks I guess?” He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand, holding it tight until you reached your home.

After that incident you decided you were definitely in love with him. That same night Oikawa realized his feelings towards you were purely platonic, he loved having a friend outside of the volleyball team who could see him for who he really was and would not be afraid to judge him, you cared about him and weren’t afraid to show it. He remembered the words you’d said to him that night at the gym after his fight with Iwa.

“You’re lucky to have someone who cares so much about you, I can really tell he loves you. I know you probably can’t see it right now, but all those things he said he only did cause he’s worried you’re gonna get yourself hurt. He loves you”

He loves you.

The graduation day came and you all cried, laughed and hugged each other. You had planned to confess your feelings to Tooru once the ceremony was over, but before you could get a change it all went to shit. It’s like it all happened in slow motion, him grabbing your hands and pulling you into his arms, making you feel so warm inside.

“ Thank you for giving me a second chance, you’re such a good friend” Ouch. “ I need your advice once more, please?” He looked at you with his puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. He took you away from the crowd of students and guided you through the halls, finally sitting on the steps of the stairs.

“Okay, so, what is it?” A part of you hoped this was a love confession, the other part knew that it wasn’t.

“ I’ve been thinking about what you said to me that night at the gym” he started “ The night I had a fight with Iwaizumi” his checks were turning red, he was playing with the rings on his fingers, and suddenly you understood. This was a love confession, except he wasn’t confessing to you.

“ You love him” Tooru looked up at you and smiled, you’d never seen him smile so bright.

“ I think I do, but I’m scared. He’s my best friend you know, there’s a lot at risk. I couldn’t bare to loose his friendship over some crush.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “But I’m sure this isn’t it, it’s not just a crush” Ou-“ I love him” -ch.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Remus gets injured in a game. I have literally read everything you have written but i'm not sure if you have wrote one like this. If you have, ANOTHER PLZZ

Hello anon! I wove this together with a couple different prompts, listed below:

1. Coops argument

2. Prompt 21: “You need to eat something”

3. Remus gets in a fight with Snape

4. Protective Sirius

5. Coops going home grumpy after losing a game (see link)

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove! TW for fights, blood, bruises, arguments, and someone getting called a wh*re

Snape’s cheek gave easily beneath Remus’ fist, which was a tad bit surprising. He wrapped his other hand in the neckline of his jersey, yanking him back in to land another punch to the side of his head—that would leave a nasty bruise in the morning. Stars sparkled in his vision as Snape got a lucky shot in and he doubled down, ignoring the thin line of pain that trickled down his chin.

“Break it up, boys, that’s enough!” The referee’s whistle blew as he and another pried Remus’ hands off Snape’s jersey; someone took him by the shoulders and pushed him away from the fight. Pots.

“Say it again!” Remus shouted at Snape as the refs and their teammates continued pulling them apart. “Say it again and I’ll knock your fucking teeth in!”

James’ hold on him faltered for a second as another person skated over and tried to join the melee. “Cap, no!”

“Move, Pots.”

“Loops won the fight, it’s done. Let’s just keep playing.” James shoved both their chests hard enough to send them back a few inches, but Remus’ blood boiled as he ground his mouthguard between his teeth. He glanced up at the clock—3:16 left in the third, Snakes up by two. Their win was almost guaranteed and Snape was still pulling this bullshit.

He skated quickly over to the bench and mumbled his thanks to Hestia as she pressed some gauze to his lip and ice to his cheek. “Lupin, you’re in for the rest of the game,” Coach Weasley said, tapping him on the arm with his playboard. “Anything broken?”

“No, Coach.”

“Then get your ass back out on the ice and score some points. We need some speed.”

He could feel the fury rolling off Sirius as they wove through the Snakes’ defense, shooting again and again to no avail. Frustration built up in every nerve—he was worried about the win, of course, but mostly he was pissed. Pissed at Snape, pissed at James for pushing him, and pissed at Sirius for butting into the fight.

Remus scored a final goal just as the buzzer sounded. Hissing filled the stadium, even though it was a home game. Snape smirked at him as he skated past and the only thing keeping him from dragging him right back in by his greasy hair was the possible suspension.

The shower was cold, because of course the fucking shower was cold. Remus shoved his stuff in his duffel and waited outside the locker room, silently fist bumping the guys as they left. God, he hated losing games. It was inevitable, but it always felt shitty.

“How’s the lip?” Sirius asked when he finally came out, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Fine. What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“You butted into my fight. Nobody asked you to.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Re, he called you—”

“Yeah, I know what he called me,” Remus snapped, practically slamming the door to the parking lot closed. “I was there.”

The only reason you’re on this team is because you’re the captain’s whore, Snape had sneered. He bit the inside of his cheek as his anger flared at the memory. “I was just trying to help,” Sirius grumbled.

“Well, you didn’t. You proved his fucking point.”

“I didn’t prove shit!” Sirius scoffed as they got in the car. Immediately, Remus felt claustrophobic.

“I had it handled, Sirius!”

“You’re still bleeding!”

Remus ran his tongue along his lip—sure enough, the salty tang of blood filled his mouth. He swore under his breath and held his sleeve to his lip; his cheekbone throbbed and he knew it would be swollen in mere hours.

“Here.”

“I don’t need that.”

“You’d rather stain your sleeve than accept a tissue from me?”

“It’s a black sweatshirt, it’s fine.” Sirius muttered something. “Care to share with the class?”

Sirius sighed as he turned off the freeway. “I said it was your idea to keep these here in the first place. I don’t know why you’re being all pissy with me. We’ve lost games before.”

“I’m pissed because you don’t think I can handle myself in a fight.”

Sirius took his eyes off the road for a half second in shock. “Excuse me? Why do you think that?”

“I just told you!” Remus said, exasperated. “Snape was being a dick, so I punched him. I didn’t need your hero complex to swoop in and save the day.”

“Re, I didn’t even get a hand on him. Pots—”

“Oh, I’m pissed at him as well,” Remus snorted, staring out the passenger window at the blurry lights against the dark. “If someone calls me a whore, I’d rather get the message across that they can’t do it again.”

“Would you rather have gotten a penalty?”

“Yes.”

“That is unbelievably selfish.”

Remus laughed without humor. “Y’know, it’s really funny that you’ve never had this conversation with Logan, the king of the penalty box. Is it because he’s not a delicate flower like me?”

“Wh—” Sirius clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Remus. I have never seen you as a—a delicate flower. For your information, I have chewed Logan out on multiple occasions.”

Remus gritted his teeth and trained his gaze firmly out the window. He heard Sirius sigh next to him and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his composure. The next ten minutes were dead silent and deeply uncomfortable, which was a rarity with them; even after losses, they would talk through the errors or try to lighten the mood.

Both of them closed their doors a little harder than necessary when they got to the house and Hattie trotted over hesitantly when they came inside. “Hey, Hatters,” Remus murmured, crouching down to her level and holding a hand out. She licked his cheek and let him bury his face in her thick fur—Sirius scratched her ears as he walked past. “Did you have a good time while we were out? Huh, baby girl?” He looked up and saw the tail end of Sirius’ eye roll. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Sirius, it doesn’t work. I’m giving the dog a hug because I’m still pissed at you.”

“There is literally no good reason for you to be pissed at me!” Sirius finally said, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. “Holy shit, Re, I don’t even think you’re mad at me!”

“Oh, yeah? Then who am I mad at, oh great and wise captain?” Remus practically spat, shouldering past him into the kitchen and wrenching a cabinet open. “Please enlighten me.”

“I wish I knew!”

Remus slammed the bread down on the counter and glared at him. “Then maybe you should shut the fuck up if you don’t have anything to support your claim.”

“Acting like this is a goddamn debate club isn’t helping. Your lip is bleeding again.”

“Fuck.” Remus ripped a paper towel off the roll and dampened it, holding it to his lip with a wince. Sirius opened the freezer and dug around for a moment with another paper towel. “I don’t remember you getting hit.”

“This is for you, you stubborn fucker,” Sirius said as he walked over and pressed it gently to the side of Remus’ face. “Better?”

“…a bit.”

The tension on Sirius’ face began to fade; he just looked concerned as he pulled the ice away and checked the bruise. “Your eye might swell.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you actually want to talk now, or should we yell a little more?”

Remus sighed and felt his anger abate. He was beyond exhausted, and still upset, but having Sirius nearby was like balm on a burn. “I don’t know.”

“I’m going to make some sandwiches. Hold this.” Sirius tapped the ice towel and moved to the abandoned loaf, grabbing some peanut butter and jelly as he went.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder and gave him a look. “I know you, Re. You’re not going to feel better unless you get some food, and neither will I.”

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.”

“No, you don’t.”

Remus’ lack of response was enough of an answer. The pain stretched to his forehead and he grimaced, prodding his lip cautiously. Sirius whistled for Hattie and spread the leftover peanut butter from the knife onto a clean spoon, holding it down for her to lick. A smile tugged the corner of Remus’ mouth. “Cute.”

“I can be cute on occasion.”

“You’re always cute.” There was a beat of quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Not for interrupting the fight?”

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” Something tickled at the back of Remus’ throat. “I fucking hate Snape.”

“Me, too.”

“Surprisingly enough, it feels pretty shitty to be called a whore. Who would’ve thought?”

Sirius turned and faced him, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His eyes were soft. “You know that’s not true, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Remus. What he said wasn’t true. You have nothing to prove to anyone on the team, least of all to me. You earned that spot on the roster fair and square, and Snape’s just freaked out because there’s another player who could grind him into the dust without breaking a sweat.” He stepped closer and leaned on the counter next to Remus, leaving a few inches between them. “I don’t think you’re a whore, if that means anything.”

Remus laughed softly. “Of all the people out there, I think you’re the only one who could reliably make that assumption.”

Sirius didn’t smile. “You’re my best friend and also my fiancé. The sex is a great bonus, but my favorite part of being with you is just being with you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Remus muttered, though the sharp edges began to smooth in his gut. He closed the distance between them and laid his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. Can I take a look at your lip?”

“Sure.” Remus peeled the towel away and Sirius bent slightly, poking the area around it. “Ouch.”

“That’ll probably take a week or so to heal. He got you good.”

Remus pouted. “No kisses for a week?”

Sirius did laugh that time, bright and sunny enough that Remus nearly made his lip bleed again with the answering smile. “I said nothing about no kisses.” Warm lips trailed from his unbruised cheekbone to the edge of his mouth, leaving tiny tingles in their wake.

“I really am sorry about what I said. You were right, I wasn’t angry with you, and I had no right to go off like that.”

Sirius shrugged. “It happens.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Then let’s agree to talk first, bite heads off later, okay?” He held his pinky out and Remus linked it with his own, kissing it quickly.

“Deal. Are the sandwiches done? I’m starving.”

Wordlessly, Sirius handed him a sandwich and hopped up to sit on the counter, scooting over to make room for Remus to join him. They ate quietly, swinging their legs as the calmness of the kitchen crept back in once more.

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signs on houses cusps

ARIES

*note that any planets in these houses can affect the energies

1st house in Aries/rising 🐏

Aries is the traditional sign of the first house, so having Aries rising is a straightforward energy and it will be expressed easily here. You are someone that views the world just the way it is, with the good and the bad and you embrace this idea and work through it. People see you as a joyful presence that helps remind them of how important it is to enjoy everyday and not take it so seriously at all times. You might be expansive when you first meet someone and funny. Physically, you look youthful and you are full of energy. Jumping head first into anything that you do is your way of approaching projects or situations and this can sometimes give you a spontaneous, an action oriented personality and make you feel misunderstood by those that are more cautious and calculated. Relying on your instincts first is something you believe a lot in and any physical activity might help you to externalize the anger that you might have accumulated along the way.

2nd house in Aries 🐏

The second house is the house of Taurus traditionally and having it in Aires might make the person impatient of the slow-moving second house energy. You are someone that is very driven by the idea of becoming independent financially to the point that you want to skip some steps in order to get where you wish. This is the reason why sometimes you might make hasty financial decisions and have the need to move around a lot. Learning how to be patient and understand that slowing down will help you achieve your goals faster is something you deal with. At the same time, learning from your mistakes is something you are not afraid of and your self worth is quite strong. You should not be afraid of showing who you really are due to the fear of coming off too strong. You might sometimes be aggressive and stubborn about the things that you own or believe in, but you are quite good with getting your way and achieving your goals at the end of the day.

3rd house in Aries 🐏

The third house is in Gemini traditionally and having it in Aires means that self expression to you is a way to use up your energy. You are the type of person that needs communication in order to feel motivated. It can happen at times that your mind goes wild and that’s when you words can come off as harsh and direct, because you are not used to filtering the information before putting it out. However, balancing your freedom of speech with a diplomatic way of communication will get you far. Short trips help you manage your anger, as well as writing your thoughts. Whenever you feel like you need to communicate your anger, slow down first and try to understand the situation and then speak your mind about it, you can get quite stubborn in your ideas which will come in handy only as long as it’s used in a creative, productive matter. It’s mostly probable that you were quite social while growing up or in school and you carry this child-like way of communicating your emotions throughout your life.

4th house in Aries 🐏

When you have Aries in the house of family and home, which is the house of Cancer, it can sometimes be overwhelming. You grew up in a family or setting that gave you the freedom to be the kid that you wanted to be, but at the same time you might have dealt with conflicts in your home life. Maybe the way you communicate with your family or the way you are when no one is watching is very expansive and reckless and being at home gives you energy and helps you feel youthful. Also, it might be that humor is an important part of your relationship with your family or with the people that know you best. At the same time, it might be harder for you to express your emotions towards your family and you’d rather show them your love through making them smile or have a good laugh or do something nice together. You’re the type of person to dance in your room when no one is watching and find coziness in disorder sometimes, as well as having a lot of energy when you’re around the people you care about.

5th house in Aries 🐏

The fifth house is the house of Leo, so having Aries here can be a bit clashing, but it’s still a good combination. You are someone that’s driven by the idea of doing fun things - going out, meeting people, spending your time on any creative hobby or anything that helps you enjoy yourself. Paradoxically, you might sometimes feel as if these areas are also the ones that bring up most conflict in your life. Maybe you are the type of person that stands up for their hobbies a lot and you can get too fixated on an idea you have that can cause arguments or maybe you find out that dating brings out clashes in your life. Having fun is great, but sometimes assessing your decisions rather than jumping head first into them just because it’s fun would help you be more grounded and will prevent regrets. Be more gentle with the ones you love and practice active listening if you feel like that’s something that you should work on. You get an energy boost from any creative project as well. If you ever have kids, they will likely be as spontaneous as you are.

6th house in Aries 🐏

The sixth house is the house of Virgo, so having Aries here can either be challenging or motivating, depending on how you use the energy. It’s likely that you are quite driven by the idea of having a stable routine, but somehow it happens that it’s difficult for you to stay organized. You are the type of person that likes going with the flow and most probably physical movement helps you eliminate any type of stuck energy or anger that you accumulate in you. You are have a lot of energy, especially when at home and need constant stimulation in order to get yourself tired. Finding your own way of organizing yourself is crucial here, so do not try to plan things if that doesn’t work for you and rather do things at your own pace, which is quick. Attention to details might be something you struggle with and you have to be careful not to mistakenly hurt yourself or get any injuries due to your rushing nature. If you were looking for a sign to get a pet, this is is, as it would brighten up your routine.

7th house in Aries 🐏

The seventh house is standardly in Libra, which is the opposite sign of Aries so having Aries here can be a challenging placement. It’s likely that the close relationships you have with others and more specifically your romantic relationships bring out the angry side of you. Maybe you are not the person to get angry, but somehow in a relationship you do. In order to make this placement flow you need to accept this part of yourself and recognize how in your love life you need someone that you can be goofy around and do a lot of crazy things together and maybe someone that helps you get that careless side of yourself into the world in order to take off some of the pressure you tend to put on yourself at times. When it comes to people you are close with, you tend to be really outspoken and independent and a bit more different than how you show up to the rest of the world, where you feel like you are trying to be something you are not at times. Implement this 7th house careless energy in the way you view the world as well and you will find a much needed balance.

8th house in Aries 🐏

The eight house is naturally in Scorpio, so having Aries here makes this house be expressed in a different way. It’s possible that whenever you get closer to someone, they start seeing your childish side, your wild side, your careless and sometimes impulsive self. You are driven by the darker things in life, no matter what that means for you. You might find yourself being into crime tv shows or the occult or any spiritual activity and feel very passionate about these subjects. One downside of this placement is that you tend to want to do everything by yourself and not let your partner or business partner or project partner to help you, you should let down your guard when it comes to this. Also, anger is something you know how to express, but it might come all of a sudden and out of nowhere, just because you kept it inside for too long without even realizing and then it just bursts.

9th house in Aries 🐏

The night house is the house of Sagittarius originally, so having Aries here can create a positive blend. You are someone that’s driven by the idea of learning and expanding your mind. However, you might find yourself getting bored with it quite easily and you constantly need new information coming to you in order to keep your attention. Travelling and meeting other cultures gives you energy and makes you feel alive. You might be someone that shares their opinions and views on life wholeheartedly. Thinking about the big questions of life make you happy and you always feel like you are on a quest to find the truth. You are quite independent as well and you feel like you are most independent when travelling abroad or living abroad. If you haven’t done this step yet, any cultural experience of this sort or any learning experience such as academia or learning a new language will give you a great sense of freedom.

10th house in Aries 🐏

The tenth house is usually the house of Capricorn, so having Aries here can give you some trouble. You are someone that is driven by the idea of having a successful career and working towards it, as well as someone that knows how to independently get where they wish. However, you feel like you want to reach your goals without actually doing the work and you might be restless when it comes to your career and get bored easily. Being more calculated will help you a lot with being on track and closer to your goals than acting without a plan sometimes. People likely see you as a free spirited person, a youthful soul that knows how to enjoy life, but can sometimes get stubborn in their ways of doing things and therefore get into conflict, especially at work. If you find a way to balance things, it’s most likely that you will have a leadership position later on or at least inspire some people with your crazy journey.

11th house in Aries 🐏

The eleventh house is usually the house of Aquarius, so having Aries here is an energy that works for you. You feel very energized from your friendships and especially from settings when you are part of a community or a group of people and you enjoy standing out through your actions here. It’s possible that your friendships are the place you go to in order to let loose and go wild and you are quite impulsive when with your friends. The downside of this placement can be that you might sometimes snap at your friends group for no reason and that can be seen as ‘too much’. Trying to find a balance between being independent and being empathic with your surrounding group is something you learn in time. You might have a tendency to be impatient about the future and want to skip steps with this placement. Your child-like personality shows off in your friends group and that really inspires a lot of people to be more of a free spirit like you, you might be quite good at leading the way in a group and have a leadership personality.

12th house in Aries 🐏

The twelfth house is usually the house of Pisces, so having Aries here can make its traits be a bit foreign to you and confusing. Sometimes it’s hard for you to see your childish side and to let loose. These traits are there, but they can sometimes be hidden in your subconscious. You can tap into this side of yourself through dreams, meditation or any other form of escaping, such as drinking wine with your friends on a Friday night. It’s possible that people might get angry with you for no reason or the people might not show you their anger. This trait can mirror some anger issues you might be dealing with. Working on expressing your anger can help you see it in other people. You might be the hyper energic person when drunk , but in everyday life it can be a bit hard for you to find your motivation and drive to work towards your goals. Check where mars is in your chart in order to see in which area of your life you can tap into this Aries energy more.

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Christmas Cheer

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Everyone is spreading the Christmas Cheer Word Count: 1291 A/n: Sorry about unable to post, my laptop still hasn’t been fixed.

Merry Christmas from England :)

New York City.

Its the place you want to be for the holidays, the snow is unbelievably pretty and the decoration always stands out the best than last years. Growing up in New York, Christmas still takes your breath away, if you weren’t feeling the Christmas cheer then doing into downtown New York and you’ll find all the cheer you need.

Still, it was the first time you wouldn’t be spending Christmas with your family. You had lived in the Avengers Base, like many others, and your parents were on holiday for once.

All their kids were out of the house and your parents figured it was back to exploring the world, making the most of their lives. You were fine with it, you like seeing the messages in the family group chat to see your mother busting out her moves on the dance floor at the cruise and it’s always a crack to see your dad on the FlowRider. Your siblings were married with kids or spending their Christmas with their significant other’s family.

Meaning, it was the first time you would be spending Christmas with the team.

You consider them a second family, so you weren’t bothered about spending Christmas with them. The only struggle you had was buying gifts for them, there was a lot more of them than you immediate family, so budgeting was a little harder this year - but, luckily, you planned ahead and started buying gifts at mid-October.

Peter and his aunt were coming to the base as well to celebrate Christmas. Tony couldn’t have a Christmas by himself with his wife and daughter - Morgan was begging to see her uncles and aunts. Clint decided to bring his family along to the base as well, more like Laura had pestered him about it.

It was a packed household, but, it warmed your heart. The Christmas tree was big enough to have presents under the tree. You put it up the moment it hit December 1st, everyone came in the morning to see you tangled in tinsels.

You remember Sam complaining the loudest that you should have waited for everyone to be up so he could help. He loves doing the decorating the tree.

Obviously, there was a loud argument on who should put the star on the top, eventually, it was picked that you should do it. You like admiring the tree from time to time.

The Christmas activities were highly forced by Steve, only because everyone seemed to agree to spend Christmas with each other. So, of course, there was a gingerbread house competition. Everyone knew that everyone in the team was competitive, but you’ve never seen such fury between Bucky and Steve, as Steve was betrayed by Bucky, who loudly teamed up with Tony.

Steve gasped, dramatically, and yanked Banner to be his partner, the poor man was sputtering excuses as you looked at him sympathetically. You had banned Natasha and Clint being in a team together as Clint grumbled and teamed with Wanda as you teamed with Peter, Natasha pulling Sam by the ear to get their spot to join the competition.

Vision and Rhodey were the judges since they were the most likely not to be biased. Concluding, Tony and Bucky the winner as you and Peter came third, with a sulky second place of Steve and Banner.

Of course, it had snowed, so there was a snowball fight. This was started by Bruce, surprisingly. He had picked up snow and clumped it into a ball. He was supposed to hit Clint, missed and hit Natasha.

The silence was deafening when it had happened.

It was all good when she hastily picked up a clump to throw back at the scientist, who was sure he was dead for.

You can’t remember the last time you had a snowball fight, it had been years really. It was great fun, especially with a gang of superheroes. No one was backing down in the fight, it had only stopped when Nick Fury came to visit and he was hit in the face with a stray snowball.

No one knows who threw it.

(It was Rhodey.)

When that stopped everyone seem to try and play it off as if they weren’t having a snowball fight. You, Peter and Wanda did a few snow angels and inevitable - seeing that Clint had declared a competition on the best snow sculpture, with no teaming up.

You were doing the judging this time with Bucky by your side, he liked shouting insults towards Steve to overthrow his game. You weren’t surprised that Tony had built his own Iron Man suit with snow. You were surprised to see that Natasha built Spongebob, you were unaware she knew what that was, she doesn’t seem the type to enjoy a cartoon.

“Does it have to be a grand thing?” You asked as you watched everyone build such great sculptures, taking up the front of the base, luckily they were located in the middle of nowhere.

“Where’s the fun of not doing it ENORMOUS!”

The winner was Bruce with his sculpture of a massive cat, Clint was sulking when he wasn’t even declared second or third.

“Clint, you built a giant dick, you could have put some detail on it!”

“Go suck some dick, Wilson.”

(Clint was bitter that Sam took second - he built the head of a falcon.)

Christmas has most definitely been the best time of the year. How could possibly forget everyone having a movie week of Christmas movies? Don’t forget a highly toxic argument that rise among the team which was the best Christmas movie.

“It’s clearly Home Alone,” Peter spoke loudly as Banner scoffed.

“No, it’s The Grinch.”

“Okay, just because Hulk is green and so is the Grinch-”

“Steve!” You called him out as Natasha was busy howling in the background, her side was hurting from laughing too hard.

“I’m just saying Elf is a great movie.”

“Of course you would say that, childish!” Bucky called him out.

“Oh, what do think is the best one then Bucks?”

“It’s a wonderful life,” Bucky said as if it was obvious.

“The guy was going to kill himself, how is that the best Christmas movie?!” Tony argued, “Come on, guys, it’s Polar Express!”

“Actually, it’s Die Hard.”

“CLINT SHUT UP!” Everyone shouted as he started to crack up again.

“(Y/n), what do you think is the best Christmas movie.”

You put your hands up, “I am not getting involved with this...”

“You suck, man,” Sam announced, with a smirk on his face, “Krampus.”

“That is a horror film,” Rhodey pointed out, looking at Sam as if he was insane.

“A Christmas horror film,” Sam says, hands out with a bright smile.

“I would like to watch that,” Thor piped up, his hand up to talk.

You raised an eyebrow, “For once, Thor had been so quiet that I forgot you were here.”

The argument lasted for a while, but everyone had seemed to forget about it or at least, sweep it under the rug as Christmas was nearing closer. It was lovely to see everyone in a Christmas cheer, wearing lovely and ugly sweaters.

(Bucky had taped a mirror onto his sweater with a note cello taped to the jumper saying “Ugly.” - Tony did not take it well.)

You admired the tree, a few nights before Christmas, excited to open gifts. Though, upon inspection, perhaps you have to be the parent to be holding a black bin bag and collecting everyone’s wrapping present this year.

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