#this year i'll be cutting back on sweets and going for walks outside once a week

[tokidokifish]

in one of god's funny little jokes, this year lent starts on valentine's day

#not that it'll affect me obviously #anyhow i don't consider myself catholic anymore but i observe lent as kinda a dual exercise in self-restraint #and in honor of my father (who was very catholic) #this year i'll be cutting back on sweets and going for walks outside once a week

[rxmqnova]

Lonely souls

Y/N: 12 years old Story: After a failed attempt of getting her family back, Wanda meets a young girl that needs help … ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I've been walking around for the past few hours. I have no idea where I am. Actually… I've never been outside of the base I've spent my entire life in. I have no idea what happened, but I managed to sneak out when the hydra agents were busy fighting a bunch of guys named the Avengers.

Suddenly I see a young woman cutting branches of the trees that are surrounding this place. I take a deep breath and walk towards her. Maybe she could help me, right?

"I. Hm. Excuse me? Could I ask if there's some village, city or just something near this place?" I ask the woman nervously, playing with my fingers. I've never actually talked to normal people.

"How did you get here?" She asks, looking at me confused.

"I. Hm. I-I got lost" I lie. I can't tell her about the base…

"Well, there's nothing around in here" She says. "Only my house. Come on, I'll make you some tea" She gives me a smile.

"Thank you" I smile back, a sigh of relief leaving my lips.

"What's your name?" She asks as we step into her house. She leads me into the kitchen and gets into making the tea. The house looks nice, she must be kinda lonely here though if she lives here alone. I don't even see any pictures here.

"Y/N" I simply answer.

"That's a pretty name" She smiles. "I'm Wanda… How old are you?"

"Twelve" I respond. "… You live here all alone?" I ask which was probably a mistake, cause she only sadly nods. She places the tea on the table, telling me to sit down, so I do as said.

"Your parents must be looking for you. Where do you live?" She asks with a soft smile. I just blankly stare at her, not knowing what to say. She keeps looking at me, waiting for an answer, but suddenly I hear her voice in my head while her eyes are glowing red. "You were at hydra?" She asks, her eyes turning back to normal.

"How… how do you know?" I ask, standing up and backing off, slowly walking backwards to the front door. My heart racing as I'm praying she's not one of them.

"No, no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" She stands up, slowly walking towards me, hurt visible in her eyes. "I have powers, I'm an Avenger… or was. I don't want to hurt you… Let me help you… please" She says, her gaze softening which makes me relax a little bit.

"Mhm" I slowly nod. I have no place to go anyway, so hopefully she's really one of the good guys.

"Good. You must be hungry. Let's sit back down and I'll give you something to eat, okay?" She smiles softly.

"Okay" I just simply nod. I'm really hungry and don't want to get killed by her.

She gives me some food that I've never heard of before. It smells nice though, I hope she won't poison me or anything. I get into eating and let me tell you… I've never eaten anything better before.

"Do you like it?" She asks with a warm smile.

"It's really good, thank you" I say politely with a smile.

"I'm sorry again… about scarying you. I really don't want to hurt you. You can stay the night and we'll think of something tomorrow. Would that be okay?" She asks, waiting for me to say something while she's playing with the rings on her fingers.

"I.. Yeah. Thank you" I smile.

When I'm done eating, Wanda shows me her bedroom, telling me I can sleep there and insisting she's gonna take the couch. She borrows me some clothes to sleep in and I take a hot shower before bed.

Once I'm all finally ready to actually go to sleep. I lay down on the bed, feeling better than ever. A knock interrupts my thinking. Wanda walks in with a smile on her face, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I just came to say goodnight. You can come to me if anything" She smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. She presses a kiss to my forehead, stroking my cheek with her thumb, making me feel something I've never felt before. It's a nice feeling though. "Sweet dreams" She smiles at me again before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Goodnight" I smile at her before she closes the door, closing my eyes right after that.

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Tears are streaming down my face as I'm sitting in the middle of the bed, hugging my knees tightly. I've just had the worst nightmare. My hands are shaking like crazy and I just can't stop the tears.

I manage to crawl out of the bed and walk downstairs with hope to find Wanda. She said I could come to her, so hopefully she won't be mad.

I walk to the living room, finding Wanda sitting on the couch and watching TV. I let out a shaky breath before calling her name.

"Wanda?" I quietly call, not wanting to scare her. She turns around to look at me, her smile fading when she sees the state I'm in.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asks, already walking to me. She cups my cheeks with her hands, wiping my tears away with her thumbs.

"Nightmare" I manage to say, trying not to cry again which is not really successful.

"Oh honey. It's okay. I'm here" She smiles, pulling me into a hug. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, rubbing my back as she's still hugging me. I nod in response, hoping she'll somehow help me to get it out of my head.

She leads me to the couch and we both sit down. She wraps an arm around me which makes me to lean into her and wrap my arms around her.

"What was your nightmare about?" She asks, playing with my hair.

"… That I was back at hydra" I manage to get out after taking a deep shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry, honey" Wanda says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I promise you'll never go back to that place. I'll make sure of that"

"How can you be sure of that? What if they'll find me?" I ask, looking up at her.

"… They won't… You have me now and I'll always protect you.. no matter what… I know I said we'd talk about it tomorrow, but… Y/N, I think we both need a new beginning" Wanda starts, still playing with my hair. "We can stay here or go anywhere we'd want. I promise I'll take a good care of you and always protect you" Wanda says, tears in her eyes by now.

"You want me to stay with you?" I ask, tears also filling my eyes. She's been really nice to me and I really don't want to stay alone.

"Yeah… If you want to stay with me" She says, wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes.

"Mhm" I nod, practically jumping into her arms, holding her tightly and receiving a kiss to my forehead. I really need a new beginning…

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I kind of rushed this…

PS: Currently working on the werewolf story someone requested :))

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[carrotsnake]

Botw/Totk headcanon: Sheikah NPCs beyond Kakariko

after impa being the Last of Her Kind for nearly 20 years, we were kind of spoiled with the era of wilds sheikah. still, kakariko is known for it's older population and botw makes a point to let us know paya isn't used to seeing people her age. this post is about asking 'where are they?' and filling in the gaps. being a peaceful farming village it makes sense the younger gens would want to leave as soon as they can for some adventure.

sheikah typically have hair on the grey-to-white scale (granté proves this isn't a requirement), and unlike the past games they have a greater diversity in eye colour. below is a list of hylian npcs that look too young to have greying hair that i hc are either from kakariko, or have some sheikah ancestry.

from left to right: lecia, letty, mina, her brother mils by proxy, teli, juney, and baumar. i'll go into more detail about each under the cut, comparing them from the 2 games alongside some more headcanons. some of them i haven't found in totk yet, so i'll edit when i do.

pic on the left side is them in botw, totk on the right.

Mina is a treasure hunter looking for loot with her brother by the exchange ruins outside the great plateau. the siblings also show up in the dlc. they're trying to steal a sheikah heirloom back from the yiga hideout, though they don't know it's purpose - they just wanna sell it. in totk she walks on the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she says that even treasure hunters deserve some fun once in a while, so we can assume she's takin' it easy. Mils, meanwhile...

...joined the zonai survey team, and moans about what tough work it is. he walks through pagos woods to the zonai ruins. he joined in the hopes it would lead him to treasure, but he hasn't had his lucky break yet. most hylians travel from stable to inn and can be assumed not to have a proper home due to the lasting effects of the calamity. this is my bias but i like to think he's talking about kakariko when he mentions home. let him grow some pumpkins and wrangle cuccos. he wishes to live a quiet life.

i find it sweet him and mina are both in faron. maybe they decided to split up and cover more ground? with mina off sunbathing and sipping mimosas in lurelin, mils got the short end of the stick again.

Baumar:

'i hope you die': lazy, cliché, unrealistic. 'i hope your favourite botw npc gets mushroomed and bowlcutted': it's scary, it's possible, it's happening to me right now. such was the fate of our poor resident shield-surfer bro from botw. known for many hit quotes such as 'let's go bamboo! yahoo!', 'shield surfing is like, totally radical, dude', and my favourite:

in botw he rides his horse on the path between serenne and snowfield stable. in totk he's part of the fashion tour-group that run around hateno village. maybe he went to hebra to show his 'wicked' surfing moves to selmie and she said 'kid, if i let you out on the slopes you'll die. sorry'. his world was completely shattered beneath him like a broken shield, so he turned to cravats and puffy short shorts to cope.

his name is similar to the hills of baumer above deya village ruins. maybe he's a descendent of the few survivors. i wonder what his ancestors are thinking now, watching what he does with the gift of life.

Teli walks between fort hateno and hateno village. He sells ancient guardian parts and even mentions he trades them with Robbie. he has a high opinion of himself and tells you he's known across hyrule for his 'roguish good looks.' in totk he's one of the men in the 'Gourmets gone missing' Penn quest that gave himself food-poisoning by riverside stable. after which he scares away some cuccos and makes you wrangle them for a sidequest. just L after L for this dashing rogue.

Juney, now famous for her rupee grinding sand seal minigame, i instantly recognised as the epic divorce woman from rito village. her attitude is just as surly as ever but they gave her a soft side. i like that every minigame location could not be further from hateno. you'll find that school someday queen.

she was a newly wed mad at her husband, jogo, for choosing a cold place for their honeymoon. he begs you to give him flint to cook some baked apples for her to save their already failing marriage.

in totk they're not together, jogo inhabits a cabin in tabantha village ruins with another woman. he didn't give her enough baked apples.

Letty walks along the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she gives you cooking tips and that's pretty much it. i'm pretty sure i've met her as a yiga disguise more often than i've seen the real her. if anyone has found her in totk, please let me know.

Lecia is a new character in totk. she's with the research team and plays a part in the foothill stable Penn quest. she kind of looks like a grown up Koko. maybe a distant relative? but maybe she's not sheikah. maybe the sight of all those pasty naked man nips traumatised her so bad she got marie-antoinette syndrome from the shock. i haven't seen her since.

thank you if you read to the end. to clarify i'm working on some fic stuff and that entails finding npcs across the overworld to give some more lore. it's a sheikah focused fic so i needed some characters other than the kakariko residents. it's also just fun fleshing out random npcs to make the world feel more lived in. again, i'm missing some details like what mina does before you save lurelin, so i'll edit this post in the future.

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[emilysboy01]

Transmasc Reader x Teen!Lottie

Transmasc reader dating Lottie pre-crash, and going through the testosterone changes while she's stuck in Canada (based off this).

Also reader is on low dose testosterone, purely cause that's what I've done my own personal research in :)

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Pre-Crash:

As soon as you told her you were transmasc/wanted to go on testosterone, this girl was straight on the phone to her dad about getting you the best gender therapist, doctor, and surgeon, she could fine, so you could make you on the outside match the inside.

Always giving you kisses and calling you her best boy, I-

Gave you extra special kisses and calling you her brave boy (idahforebifbie). "It's only gonna be a week, sweet boy. I'll be back home soon, I promise." while saying goodbye to you and her parents before she left on the plane her dad had rented for the team.

~~~

Pre-Them Being Found:

Not hearing from her for that entire week broke you, going to the last appointment before getting your first dose in tears and alone.

Unfortunately the next time you heard from her parents was three weeks after your first injection, when her mom called you to say that the team had been deemed deceased.

Life went on for you over that year and a half. You moved to New York, cut your hair shorter, took your T-shots regularly.

Your voice grew deeper, your happy trail got thicker, you even gained a fair bit of facial hair, despite there being a gaping hole in your heart left by the girl you always said you'd marry one day.

Still keeping in touch with said girl's parents (mostly her mom, let's be honest, her dad's a bit of an ass), leaning on each other to try and mourn (to an extent), until you got the phone call. They found them.

~~~

Everything after??:

You sobbed for hours, but ultimately ended up agreeing to Ms Matthews' offer to fly you back to New Jersey, free of charge, since none of you knew the condition of any of the girls, or if she was even on the plane back.

Once you got there you waited and waited and waited, watching the rest of the girls walk off the plane, exchanging small smiles and waves at them, and just as they looked like they were about to shut the plane door, your eyes met hers. She knew it was you.

You bounded over to her, barely giving her enough time to get to the bottom of the steps of the plane and drop her bags, before you literally ran into her, and she held you tightly in her arms.

You both stayed like that for a good 20 minutes, before reluctantly pulling away.

"What is this?" You inquired, running your thumb along a faint scar on her forehead. "Oh that? That's nothing- what is this?!" She replied, lightly scratching her left hand over the small bits of facial hair that had started growing on the undersides of your jaw. "Oh that's nothing," You said, shooing the topic off slightly, resting your hands on her cheeks. "Wait until you see the happy trail." "You got a happy trail?!!" She exclaimed surprisingly, running her fingers through your short hair.

Let's just say you both spent hours upon hours after that, in the car on your way back to her house, then cuddled up together in her room, catching up on your progress, and slowly but surely, trying to get her to talk about some of the stuff that happened in the wilderness.

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Hi so I got a little carried away w/ these, and it's a little shorter then I thought it would be, but I just wanna keep you guys sat until the 1st, love y'all, hope this was okay @deerlottie xxx

-Harlow

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[seraphimcollections]

AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x reader | CH. 3 |

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of firearms, slight gore, cursing, etc.

summary: Alejandro and his lover's lost engagement is brought to light, along with his betrayal.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: eheee... hello again. Ok ok, alright I'll be honest and say that I've little to no inspiration or motivation to write, so I apologize for the long wait. I hope you enjoy, thank you!

chapters: | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 |

You remained silent the entire flight back to what you knew as The Mexican Special Forces’ base. A place you once called home by proxy.  Your eyes caught Valeria’s from the corner as the copter made its descent to land. Alejandro never took his eyes away from you, his gaze burning into you. You only gave him a glance before looking back out the window as the copter finally touched down. Soap took Valeria by her arm, helping her out of the cabin. Alejandro partially stood before stalking over to you. He went to grab your arm but you quickly shrugged him off, standing to your feet on your own. You glared into his dark eyes, him being a few inches taller than you. 

Without a word you pushed past him, stepping out of the copter on your own. Alejandro stayed close behind you, his gaze never leaving you. You hated it. You hated the way he looked at you, it hadn’t changed, after all these years. The same longing, the same warm feeling. It made you want to vomit. Rudy quickly joined the party, his surprised expression not lost on you. The party finally reached a shipping container refitted with a door. Alejandro’s rough clasped around the back of your neck, bringing you to a halt. No words were exchanged as Alejandro cut the zip tie keeping you bound. 

Graves opened the door, pushing Valeria through, you followed. 

“Take a seat,” Graves gestured. 

There were two chairs, Valeria took the one facing the door and you the one facing away. You crossed one leg over the other before crossing your arms. Graves walked around the two of you like a vulture. 

“Right, how do you all know each other?” began his line of questioning. 

“Know is a strong word,” Alejandro’s voice had become gravelly, but you could still hear the sweet notes similar to those all those years ago. 

“Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿no?” Valeria teased. 

“De las que no tienes, cabrón,” you say over your shoulder. 

“Enough! Valeria, hijo de puta, ¡te mataré!” Alejandro stalked toward Valeria, only to be pulled back like a mangy dog by Rudy and Soap.

“Ya! Ya!” Alejandro shrugged them off, remaining a few feet away from you. “Go on.” 

“We don’t take orders anymore,” Valeria smirked, “even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.” 

“Look at this-” Alejandro chuckled bitterly, “they’re ex-military, we served together. And Y/N-”

“That person is dead,” you growled, “along with that name.” 

Graves chuckled, leaning over you to stare directly into your eyes. 

“And who might you be, sweet thing?” He smirked, amused by the rage burning behind your dark eyes. 

Valeria smirked as you looked at her from the corner of your eye. 

“Show them.” 

 It happened in a blink of an eye. You kicked Graves’ in his knee then shoved his shoulder so he’d be facing away from you, forcing him to his knees. You caught his neck between your thighs before constricting to the point you could see the American’s face go red. He clawed at your thighs as he looked up in surprise with a tinge of anger. His struggle brought a smirk to your lips as you looked over your shoulder to the other men in the room all frozen with their hands on their holstered guns. 

“Move and I’ll snap blanquito’s neck,” you said, your voice calm. 

Your hand moved up to your mask, pulling it down slowly. As the mask was removed, more scars were revealed. Until finally the biggest of them all was revealed. Two scars ran from the corner of your lips and across your cheeks. These scars ran deep, deep into your soul. From the outside, one could see that said scars healed harshly, leaving your once remarkable looks mutilated. Your mask fell around your neck, your gaze falling down to Graves’ whose shocked expression began to deteriorate into horror. 

You chuckled darkly, cocking your head to the side. 

“Aw what’s wrong, baby, you don’t think I look pretty like this?”

⇼

Alejandro stood over his many weapons and supplies laid out perfectly across the table. He counted them twice, thrice even, but it still didn’t calm his nerves. He leaned on to his palms, his eyes seemingly looking over his supplies. He could barely hear the footsteps. They were faint, but they were there. They stopped a few feet away from him. He could feel someone’s gaze burning into his back. 

“If there’s something you’d like to say, then say it,” he finally broke the silence. 

“I just don’t know why you’re worrying your pretty little head over this,�� your voice chimed sweetly, “mi cariño.” 

Alejandro smirked before turning to face you, leaning against the table before crossing his arms. 

“Someone’s become arrogant,” Alejandro joked. 

You smiled that sweet smile, the one that could melt him from the inside out. The same one he could never say no to. Your stance exhibited respect for your superior but your expression clearly gave you away. The way the dim fluorescents sparkled in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  And it couldn’t have made him happier. And even more worried. 

“It’s nearly a suicide mission,” Alejandro frowned. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, finally approaching to stand beside him, “you’re overreacting.” 

“You’re right: this is a suicide mission,” Alejandro said. 

“Ale,” you touch his arm gently. “There’s nothing to worry about. It’s a simple ‘get-in, get-out’, that’s it.” 

“It’s just too easy, mi vida. What if we missed something-”

“Oh, so you’re doubting my intel now?” Your brow quirks. 

“No, never,” Alejandro shook his head with a sigh. “I can’t…” 

You cocked your head to the side, looking up into his serious gaze. 

“Can’t what?” 

Alejandro’s gaze softened, finding it easier to avoid your gaze. 

“I can’t risk something happening to you,” Alejandro said, “what if you get caught? What they’ll do to you, you’ve seen it.” 

Flashes of the many mutilated bodies, the blankets scrawled with the cartel’s warnings flickered across your memory, bringing you to frown. You shook your head of the memories. 

“That won’t happen,” you smiled softly. “I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Promesas?” said Alejandro. 

You gave him your best grin before nodding, “I promise, mi amor.”

Alejandro's serious expression finally parted with a charming smile. He came to stand in front of you. His calloused hands found purchase on your hips as you stood in between his legs. Alejandro let out a comfortable sigh, his shoulders visibly slouching.

“And once all is said and done, I’ll have the honor of calling you my wife,” Alejandro said. 

You chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his rough lips. Alejandro hummed, looking into your eyes with so much love pouring from him. 

“I can’t wait, marido.”

⇼

You hummed in satisfaction seeing Graves struggle in your hold, but even more so seeing the rage painted across Alejandro’s face. 

“Ah, looks like blanquito is going blue,” Valeria laughed. 

“Release him, now!” Ghost shouted. 

You gave the American one last look before shrugging and finally let Grave’s free. The poor man gasped and coughed for air as he scrambled away from you. Soap helped him to his feet but you couldn’t help but smirk as Graves’ irate expression. 

“Enough games!” Ghost shouted. 

“You were one of us, how could you?” Rudy said with a frown. 

“No, you were the wild ones,” Valeria smirked, “Los Vaqueros! My crew were clean cut senor y senoras.” 

“Yeah, until the raid, ¿te acuerdas?” Alejandro said with his disdained smirk. 

“Recuerdo perfectamente. Más que tú, bastardo,” You growled, “you left me to die, and let my attempted killer run free -- but it seems you’ve forgotten that part.” 

The expressions on most of the men, minus the one known as Ghost and Alejandro’s, dissolved into confusion. 

“What! The corporal never told you?” Your laugh rumbled in your chest. “He never told you what really happened that night, eh Rudy?” 

“Enough,” Alejandro’s gaze became harsh to match his venomous tone. 

You chuckled, leaning your head back, to look up at the singular lightbulb hanging above. 

“The night before, the scouting mission,” you hummed, “el jefe, se suponía que no debía estar allí, ¿o sí? You were supposed to lead him away-” 

“Stop it-” 

“But there he was,” you sighed, “I had walked right into the lion’s den. I waited, waited for my fiance to come storming the door down and rescue me. Two weeks, two weeks I waited until you finally showed up. But the damage had been done.” 

“They…did this to you?” Soap said, his eyes wide with shock. 

“Among other things. But look on the brightside! I survived,” you said, your eyes hardening, “And that slippery bastard got away.” 

A heavy silence came over the room as you looked over your shoulder and into Alejandro’s eyes. He couldn’t meet your gaze, choosing to look down at his boots. 

“We had to do it…the right way,” Alejandro said slowly as if trying to convince himself with his own words. 

“So I did what you couldn’t,” you said, lifting your mask to conceal your face once more. “I carved that fuckers heart right out his chest and mailed it to his mama. Of course, she didn’t have to wait to see her son much longer after that.” 

“That’s sick,” Soap shook his head. 

“He was supposed to go to prison,” Rudy chimed in. 

“So you killed him, and took his place,” Graves said, finally regaining his balance as he circled both you and Valeria. 

“We created a power vacuum, and filled it,” Valeria smirked, “Las Almas needs us.” 

“Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios,” Alejandro frowned, “and at one time, I thought you knew that, mi amor. You disgrace the army, y tus hermanos, no?”

You wanted to bury the shame bubbling in your chest the second you heard the disappointment in his voice. You clenched your fists, angry that hearing his words would affect you this much. You wanted to shout, to scream but you remained silent. 

“Why you doin’ this?” Graves leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“You tell me, you’re the contractor, no?” Valeria leaned back in her chair. “What you don’t do, your competitors will.”

“You’re a narco harboring a terrorist,” Ghost said from his corner of the room. 

“Terrorism is good for business,” Valeria shrugged. “It’s insurance. “The fuck does that mean-” 

“¿Puedes sacar tu maldita cabeza de tu culo por un segundo? ¡Puta madre, Alejandro!” Valeria shouts, shrugging off Grave’s hand from her shoulder. “As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. If you want your so-called terrorist and your missiles, you need me, you need us. To prevent bloodshed.” 

An angry fire ignited within Alejandro’s eyes, knowing full well what Valeria was insinuating. 

“Fuck this,” he cursed as he grabbed his weapons, “I’m not doing this.”

“It doesn’t change anything-” 

“It changes everything!” shouted Alejandro, his eyes once again finding purchase in yours. 

And for a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of you - the old you. But just as quickly as he saw it, it was gone, leaving only the monster he had unknowingly created. 

“Don’t make a deal with them,” Alejandro said, his words heavy. 

“It won’t end well.”

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[extraordinarilyextreme]

queer rep in 《鸣龙少年》 The Hope (2023)

i just finished bingeing all 30 episodes last night and i thought i was over this, but i'm really not.

Yu Yang (禹洋) is a shy senior in Class 11 with a stammer. in ep. 5, we learn that due to health issues, he took an extended leave from school and thus had to repeat his second year, so he's a year older than his peers. his mother is well-meaning but overbearing, and he was made the target of quite egregious bullying before he joined Lei Ming's (雷鸣) class. throughout the show, we see him become more and more willing to voice his own opinions and set boundaries, esp. with his mother.

(a side point, but i absolutely adore how the show did not pathologize his stammer as a bad thing he had to be "cured" of; it's through unconditional acceptance and encouragement from the adults in his life and his friends that we see him naturally come out of his shell.)

unlike his four friends in Class 11, he doesn't seem to be embroiled in any of their tangled 感情线 / "love" lines, nor does he seem to have one at all—until ep. 21.

on new year's day, the Class 11 CPs are a mess. Jiang Qinglang (江晴朗) confesses to Cheng Yushan (程雨杉), leaving poor Bian Xiaoxiao (边晓晓) who likes JQL and Li Ran (李燃) who likes CYS behind.

so when the fireworks go off, JQL and CYS are togther, whereas BXX and LR are together—contrary to how the show has been pairing them thus far.

then we cut to YY, who is watching the fireworks alone, but about to text someone.

that's a name we haven't seen before! Wu Fan (吴凡), i wonder who that is?

importantly, we see him delete the "I" and instead wish this person "happy new year."

the entirety of ep. 21 was about confessions, crushes, dating/breaking up/moving on, and the innocent and pure feelings we experience in our 青春 / youth.

so it's truly not that big of a stretch for me to think that what YY may originally have been intending to write was “我喜欢你” / "I like you."

then, in ep. 24, Lei Ming takes his class on a trip to Qingbei University in Beijing. and it's there we finally learn who the mysterious WF is.

four years ago in 2015, an older student once stood up for the bullied YY and ended up with quite a nasty beating.

as YY quietly cleans his savior's injuries, they have a brief exchange:

Yu Yang: I'm sorry. Wu Fan: You haven't done anything wrong. What are you apologizing for? In the future, raise your voice when you speak and build up your muscles; I guarantee no one will dare to mistreat you. If that really doesn't work, let's enroll in the same university later on. In the future, I'll continue to protect you.

in the present (2019), YY is waiting outside WF's university. originally overjoyed to see WF, YY's expression drops when he sees his xuezhang with a girlfriend. nevertheless, this might be one of the only times in this entire show we see YY don such a sweet open-mouthed smile.

they grab milk tea together and catch up, reminiscing about their earlier years. unfortunately, whereas YY has never forgotten their first meeting, WF remarks that he would've forgotten about it entirely if not for YY mentioning it now.

then YY asks what will happen after WF graduates.

the camera cuts to a shot of the milk tea brand: 心意 / the intentions of my heart.

this milk tea shop is a recurring setting throughout this drama. it's where one of the main CPs (Li Ran & Yu Chengshan) had one of their earliest interactions in ep. 3, and it has consistently been romantically coded (e.g., a boy treating his crush to a cup of milk tea).

so, effectively, as WF tosses away his empty cup, that is also signaling the short lifespan of his current relationship.

finally, WF encourages YY. only...

Wu Fan: I promised my mom I'll return home to take the civil service exam. After I graduate next year, I'll immediately go back to Xingzhou.

and then, once again, as YY sadly watches WF walk away, the camera cuts to the milk tea cup in his own hands.

in the end, Yu Yang never got to express his 心意 for his xuezhang, and he can only keep it to himself.

but as their Chinese teacher Tan Xiaozhou (谭小舟) remarked earlier in ep. 21 during their class on love poems:

Love is not only in the present tense or future tense, but also in the past tense. Having loved before doesn't mean that the current love isn't real. Loving now doesn't mean you won't love again in the future. If you didn't obtain it, or you broke up—without longing, without resentment—silently remembering the beautiful parts—bidding "Take care" in a cool demeanor: this, also, is love. [...] To me, the most important thing about love is that I can respect your independent nature, protect your lonely soul, and defend your right not to love me.

and so concludes our Class 11 xuezhang's 感情线. for a gaokao-prep cdrama that aired on CCTV8, i honestly cannot believe we got any of this.

here are two more small instances of queer acknowledgment:

in ep. 13, school psychologist Sang Xia (桑夏) leads a lecture on sexual harassment: what it looks like, how to prevent it, how to keep yourself safe. right from the start, she emphasizes that boys can be victims as well—and also that harassment can occur between same-sex individuals.

in ep. 21, when the school runs amok with dating rumors among the teachers, Sang Xia questions why everyone defaults to thinking that it must be a male teacher confessing to a female teacher.

overall, i seriously cannot recommend this show enough. it tackles so many themes (e.g., the premature grief of losing a loved one to Alzheimer's; the importance of destigmatizing depression and mental health overall; the hugely significant role that family/home life has on students' ability to perform well in school; that parents are not infallible and can be controlling/manipulative/abusive, even if unintentionally; that SES so greatly impacts the trajectory of a student's life; how damaging bullying/cyberbullying can be; and that though society is rife with inequity and injustice, it is the responsibility of adults—as best as they can—to create a more just and safer world for all children), and in both a realistic and gently heartwarming way.

#the hope #鸣龙少年 #cdrama ramblings #the episodes on depression also hit especially hard for me #esp as someone who is training to be a psychologist #rly like how Sang Xia put it: psychologists are both teachers and doctors #this show really humanized these students and god i wish such compassion and empathy could always be extended to people with depression

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drowning innocent wolves (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 2: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Era: Bullets (2003)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy

Content:

- A/B/O

- Knotting

- Biting

Word Count: 3,729

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

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As soon as you leave work, you drive to Gerard's house. Normally, you would stop by your place first, — change into some better clothes, maybe freshen up your hair and makeup a bit, grab some snacks for the two of you to share. Today, however, it seems like timeliness is a priority, and you don't particularly think that Gerard is going to care much about makeup or food.

He started texting you long before your shift ended. After several minutes of your phone going off in your pocket, you informed your boss that you were going out for a smoke break. Once you stepped into the cool autumn air, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and read your boyfriend's messages. Your heartrate picked up speed as your eyes scanned over the texts and you put together the pieces.

G: You get off at 3 today right???

G: Can you please come over after work?

G: Sorry... I'm just really needy :( It's driving me crazy

Though you hadn't honestly come outside to smoke a cigarette, you were beginning to think you might need one. Of course, Gerard did get in needy moods sometimes, but not text three times, hours before you leave work needy.

You took the time to think about it. You had been dating for just under a year. In the time you had been together, he hadn't gone into rut. It was a totally logical conclusion, but the thought still made your head spin.

Knowing that you wouldn't be able to focus on work for the rest of the day without an answer, you decided to bite the bullet and call him.

He picked up on the first ring. As soon as you heard his voice, you figured you had your answer. "Hello?" Benign as the greeting was, you could hear something that sounded like a whine cutting through the word.

Fuck.

"Hey, sweet thing," you said. "I saw your texts. You alright?" You didn't exactly want to openly ask him if he had gone into rut in the parking lot of your workplace, but you imagined that he got the general idea.

"I'm, um..." Another whimper. You leaned back against the building, taking in a deep breath. Getting wet just from the sound of his voice wasn't exactly part of your plan, either.

"I'm in... a bit of a situation," he managed. "My, uh... My rut started yesterday. I think I need... I need you to come over after work. Please. I need you so bad..."

"I'll be there as soon as my shift ends." You found yourself sitting on the curb at this point. When the fuck did you even sit down? You squeezed your legs lightly together in a futile attempt to take a bit of the edge off. "I'll take good care of you when I get there. Just wait on me."

"Yeah. Okay." The trembling accompanying those words made you wonder what sort of state he would be in by the time you finally showed up.

Knowing you would be expected back inside in a few minutes and you couldn't exactly walk in blushing bright red, you opted to cut the call short. "Alright. See you then," you said. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

With a shaking hand, you pressed the end call button. You tucked your phone back into your pocket, standing up on unsteady legs.

Throughout your shift, you considered what might await you this afternoon with a lump in your throat. You had wondered about how this whole rut thing would work since the two of you first started dating. You didn't exactly have anyone you could ask for various reasons.

For one thing, you were a beta. You were essentially average in all ways, — human. Sure, maybe you got a little extra horny around certain times of the month, but that was standard hormonal stuff. You definitely weren't bedridden for days at the time in a self-built nest, — which, if you had to guess, was exactly the position Gerard was currently in.

For another thing, Gerard was not a standard alpha. Sure, he told you all about the rut and the knot and such, but aside from that, he didn't quite fit the profile. He was so... submissive, for lack of a better term. Most every time the two of you had sex, you were the one in control. He would do anything you asked him to, but there was a hint of something else, buried underneath the surface. When his eyes locked with yours, there was a sort of spark that you hadn't seen with your previous partners. Something that burned like a flame in the night.

There was an unspoken mutual feeling of belonging between the two of you already. You could only imagine what it would be like after today.

When three o'clock rolled around, you rushed to collect your things and clock out.

You drive to the house in silence. When you get there, you take the time to halfway collect yourself, — fingercombing your hair, spreading some gloss over your lips, — before stepping out of the car and heading for the door, already readying your key.

Nobody else is home, thankfully. In fact, the entire upper level of the house appears to be empty.

That only leaves the basement.

Your footsteps echo as you walk down the stairs. "Gerard?" you call out. "I made it! Where are..."

"Oh, thank God." As soon as you step off of the final stair, Gerard is in front of you, pulling you into his chest. You let out a surprised shriek at the way he squeezes your waist.

You feel him pressing against your thigh, and you know.

"Well, hello to you, too." You manage to untangle yourself from him for a moment, taking in the sight of him in the dim light of the basement. Though you know it's far from the most pressing matter here, you have to ask... "Is that my sweatshirt?"

Gerard gives you a sheepish look. "Well, it was mine originally," he argues. "I wore it, like, twice before you took it. It smelled like you, and you left it in my car, so..."

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful grin. "Doesn't matter much, anyway." You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You look so cute in it, I figured I'd ask..."

You don't expect the gentle kiss to turn into an intense collision of tongue and teeth. You gasp as Gerard's teeth sink into your bottom lip, just enough to scrape, before he pulls away.

"Please," he says, voice dripping with desperation. "I need you so fucking bad. I've gotten myself off five times since this morning. Nothing helps. I'm fucking miserable."

"Okay, okay." You regard him with a look of sympathy, though you would be lying if you said that his desperate state doesn't turn you on.

Though you know that it won't make it any better, you can't help but dip your head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the feverish skin there. He makes a high-pitched noise, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

You pull back with a smug grin. You press a gentle kiss against his cheek before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you go lay on the bed for me?" you ask. "Let me see what I can do for you."

He gives you a jerky nod before obliging you.

You push the blankets to the side, taking a seat next to him on the bed. As soon as your hand gently comes to rest on his chest, he gasps, squirming under your touch.

You're unable to bite back your grin. "That sensitive, huh?"

"Shut up," he groans. "It feels like... Like my fucking blood is on fire..."

"Poor baby." Your hand travels down until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You yank them down quickly before running your hand across the visible outline of his cock in his boxers. He whimpers at your touch, rolling his hips into your palm. You pull away, frowning.

"All pent up," you say. "And you can't get any relief, no matter what. Must be awful..."

"Yeah, and you're making it worse," he snaps. "I thought you were coming over to help me."

You raise your eyebrows at him. He never lashes out at you like this. He's usually so gentle and sweet, so soft-spoken. Try as you might, you don't generally get under his skin this easily.

Then again, you're beginning to think that this version of Gerard is a completely different version than you usually have around.

You decide to test your limits a little more. Just to see.

"Temper," you chide him. "What happened to your patience?"

He laughs humorlessly. "What happened to my patience?" he echoes. "Let's see. I came down with a random fever the other day that just kept getting worse. Next thing I know, I'm hornier than I've ever been. It's never been this bad before. It's been happening forever, but I..." He trails off. Suddenly, all the color drains from his face.

"Holy shit," he murmurs.

Noting the shocked look on his face, you place one of your hands atop of his. "Gerard? What is it?"

"I think... Jesus Christ..." He sighs, reaching a shaky hand up to rake through his disheveled dark hair before meeting your eyes.

"I think it's because this is the first time it's happened since we've been together," he says.

You blink at him. You know there has to be some sort of connection to this information, but, for whatever reason, it doesn't compute. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Though you expect him to get agitated again, Gerard remains calm. He reaches out and threads his fingers through yours. "Because you and I could be a mated pair," he says. "That's why it's so intense. Basically, my body's telling me to..."

You smile at him, squeezing his hand. "Claim me?"

He freezes, just staring at you for a moment. Finally, he shrugs. "Yeah. I guess." His pallor disappears, only to be replaced by a bright shade of scarlet. "I mean, that sounds so... Possessive and creepy. You know I'm not like that. Only if you're alright with..."

You laugh. "Gee, baby. It's okay." Your thumb brushes lightly over his as you continue to speak to him. "The thought of it doesn't freak me out or anything. In fact, I think it sounds... Kinda romantic, in a weird way."

He sighs, turning several shades redder. "It isn't. Like, at all," he says. "Since I'm in rut, I'll definitely end up knotting you this time. And, if we actually do this whole... mating thing, I'll have to bite you."

He looks at you as if he expects you to be horrified. You just laugh. "Kinky."

He shakes his head. "You don't understand. If I bite you, that means you're marked, which means you're tied to me for pretty much forever. It's like a fucking... Biological marriage."

You chuckle. "Well, that does sound sort of creepy, but only because you put it that way." You squeeze his hand again. "In all honesty, Gee, I think I understand all of it. And it doesn't scare me at all."

He looks at you with wide, dubious eyes. "Seriously?"

You shrug. "I mean, yeah. I love you. I was kinda hoping we'd be a 'forever' thing, anyway. If you want to knot me, bite me, whatever, I say go for it."

"You're sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been so sure of anything."

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours again, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you," he murmurs. "God, I love you so much."

You giggle, stroking the side of his face gently. "Same to you, babe."  You give him another quick peck before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Now, make me yours."

You don't expect these words to have much of an effect on him. Yet, he fucking growls in your ear before reaching for the zipper on your jeans.

Before you can really make sense of it, your clothes have been tossed aside. Gerard is still wearing your sweatshirt, but he really doesn't seem to give a damn. He's too focused on attacking your neck, sucking and nipping playfully but never sinking his teeth in. You figure that will come later.

Slowly, his mouth travels down your body until he's kneeling at the foot of the bed. Realizing what he's doing, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. "You don't have to," you say. "I mean... I know it would be easier for you if you went ahead and..."

"I'm not fucking selfish," Gerard grumbles, pinning your hips against the bed. He gives your inner thigh a teasing nip. The gasp this elicits from you causes him to flash you a self-satisfied grin. "Are you really about to turn down getting eaten out, sugar? God knows, it would be the first time..."

Holy shit. He really wants to do this. "No," you say quickly. "No. By all means, go ahead."

So he does. You throw your head back as soon as his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a long stripe all the way up to your clit. "Fuck, Gerard."

He simply hums against you before focusing his undivided attention on using his tongue to its fullest potential. He's always been good at eating you out, but this... This is on a different level entirely.

He is quick, fevered. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, desperately crying out his name every now and again.

You don't think that anyone has ever made you feel so good, so fast. He falls into a quick, effortless rhythm. Before long, a sudden rush of heat washes over you.

"Gee," you whimper. "I'm gonna..."

As soon as he casts those hazel eyes up to look at you, it's over.

You come with a shrill cry. He holds you down despite your trembling, pushing your body into the mattress until you finally relax.

Panting, you throw an arm over your eyes and go limp. "That was fucking amazing, holy shit..."

Gerard gives a little chuckle of satisfaction, nuzzling your thigh.

Once your breathing calms down, you uncover your eyes. "C'mere," you tell him.

He climbs back onto the bed without argument. As soon as he's within arm's distance, you pull him in for another kiss. This one is even more blistering in its heat. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, intoxicating.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if either of you will ever come up for air, he pulls away, panting. "Can... Can I?" he asks.

You smile, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Do it."

He presses his lips against yours again and pushes inside of you. You immediately gasp at the stretch. He's always been big, but this feels different somehow.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

You look up, only to see Gerard's face formed into what you can only describe as an expression of pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open. His hands grip the edges of the headboard behind you.

Though you can only imagine how good it feels to finally be this close to relief after an entire torturous day of desperation, he still opens his eyes again. He looks down at you with a look of genuine concern. "You alright, sugar?" he asks, voice strained.

"I'm good," you assure him. "You... You can move."

If you were overwhelmed by the feeling of him before, your head spins even more when he begins rolling his hips into you, setting a slow, tentative rhythm.

Your eyes fall shut as your arms tighten around him. You don't know how to describe the feeling that is currently washing over you, — don't know if the words for it even exist. You just know that it's different than how it usually feels when he fucks you.

Maybe it's the way that he moves against you with a natural, single-minded focus, as if this was what he was made to do. Hell, maybe it was. You've seen more alpha in him in the past half hour than you have... Well, ever.

He's making you his. Everyone will be able to see it. Hell, they'll be able to smell it on you. The mere thought of that sends another rush of heat coursing through your body. You're beginning to understand what Gerard meant earlier when he said he felt like his blood was on fire.

In the moment, everything feels so... right. You know that this isn't the way that this normally goes, — that you aren't one of the omegas that he's supposed to be drawn to, that you don't go into heat, that your scent isn't the strong, pheromone-laden smell that's genetically designed to drive alphas wild, — but none of that matters.

What matters is that he wants you, now and forever.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you return the sentiment.

There's the obvious physical element of it, too. It almost feels like he's growing inside of you. He hits all the right places with every single thrust, forcing breathy whimpers up from your throat. You want to dig your nails into his back, hold him in place, make him yours, too, but that dumb sweatshirt is getting in the way. You grip handfuls of fabric instead.

His name breaks up from your throat in a series of desperate cries, as if it's all you know how to say. Fitting, considering that you feel as though he is flooding every aspect of your existence. "Gerard..."

He makes that low growling sound again, sending your head spinning. The dizziness intensifies as he speeds up. Nearly every sharp thrust is punctuated by a low groan as his pace builds towards a crescendo and you draw closer to your climax.

"Gerard." You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face in the feverish skin of his neck. He manages to drive into you with even more ferocity.

That's when you feel it, unmistakable. The knot, swelling as he gets closer to his release.

You feel so full, every bit of him overwhelming your senses. It's all so much, — almost too much. You can't hold back any longer.

"Gerard... Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come..."

He doesn't say a word as he slams into you with a force you didn't know he could even possess, sending you over the edge.

You can't help it. You fucking scream as you unravel beneath him.

He lets out a loud groan, stilling inside of you. He's deeper in you now than you think he's ever been. The knot pushes against your spasming walls, filling you with the most divine pressure.

The sound that Gerard makes as he releases inside of you can only be described as something akin to a roar. His head falls against your shoulder, and then...

Pain. Searing pain to match the molten pleasure that is currently melting your insides. His teeth are buried in your neck as he fills you up with pump after pump of come.

You close your eyes, letting your scream die down into a pathetic whine. Not long afterwards, Gerard collapses on top of you, utterly spent.

You know that this is the point where it would all usually come to an end. Yet, it doesn't.

Gerard is still buried deep inside of you. The two of you are effectively locked together by the knot.

Under any other circumstances, you might find this scary, — or at least really fucking weird. Right now, though, you don't particularly mind.

You sigh as you feel his tongue running across your neck, lapping up blood from your bite wound.

He pulls away and stares down at you.

There's a faint smear of red beneath his mouth. His eyes look different, pupils blown wide. He's still breathing heavily.

Truth be told, he looks sort of terrifying right now, a far cry from the shy singer who you met at a basement show last year.

Nonetheless, when he reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch.

"You're good, right?" he asks, voice dripping with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Christ, sugar, I didn't mean to be so rough..."

"Gerard. Stop," you manage to speak. "It was good."

He blinks. "Good?"

You chuckle. "Well, fucking amazing is more like it." You kiss him lazily before pulling away with a contented sigh. "I can't believe you kept that stupid fucking sweatshirt on the whole time. Kinda rude, considering you marked me for life and you couldn't even be bothered to get completely naked..."

"Wasn't really my top priority," he says. "As long as I took all of your clothes off, I was all good."

You laugh. "If you say so," you say. "I just think  your new mate deserves a little more respect..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The silence settles comfortably between the two of you, the room filling with the sound of your slowly-steadying breathing. Gerard traces gentle patterns against the skin of your shoulder, just like always. You could almost forget the monumental moment that just occurred if it wasn't for the stinging wound on your neck and the fact that you're literally stuck together.

You break the silence. "Kinda late for me to ask this, but exactly how long do knots usually last?"

Gerard gives a noncommittal hum, still tracing hearts against your skin. "Usually about thirty minutes."

You groan. "Jesus Christ. You better be hoping that nobody comes home."

"Trust me, sugar. I am." He pulls his hand away before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"I love you."

He's said it a million times before. You're sure that this time is the most sincere one yet.

"Love you, too," you reply easily.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as his arms loop around your waist. "You're stuck with me."

You laugh. "Yeah. For the next twenty-five minutes and the rest of my life."

As much as you plan on giving him hell for it, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Olsen I

Part 7 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~3.5K

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TW: Self Harm. Alcohol addiction.

Y/N POV

The ride to Olsen's feels like it's taking for-fucking-ever. I swear Mr. Bronson is taking every long way he can, but I know that's not true. When he picked me up, he could tell something was wrong. Over the course of the ride, I've sent Elizabeth a handful of texts. I know I'm being harsh, but I'm fucking pissed.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"How many more lies are you keeping from me?"

"Took a look at your wiki ENGAGED since 2019, huh?"

All messages still say DELIVERED.

Looking at her Wikipedia page was weird and only added more fuel to the fire inside me. A small part of my brain knows she must have her reasons, but I'm choosing to ignore it. Most things she told me about herself seem to be true. But why lie? She knows who the fuck she is. Granted, I guess when she picked me, she knew what a fucking dumbass I was.

When the car stops, I finally realize what my hands have been busy with. I look down at the cuts forming on my knees. It's a result of tick I do when I'm nervous/anxious/pissed off. I run my hands up and down my knees, digging into them—something I haven't done in half a year.

Mr. Bronson, like the quick man he is, opens the car door for me, helping me out. I watch him take a brief look at my knees. "I'll be waiting for your return, Y/N." I thank him and make my way to the building entrance. Thankfully no paparazzi are around, well, as far as I know. They snagged that picture of Elizabeth and me from the park, so who knows where those fuckers are.

I greet the doorman and go to walk in before being stopped. I look to the doorman stopping me. "I was just here. I'm a guest of Liz's- um, Ms. Olsen." I grit my teeth. The doorman looks me up and down. "I'm sorry, Miss, I believe you're mistaken." He begins to escort me backward without touching me.

"Really, we're doing this?" I spit out at this man. "Miss, please don't make this a bigger situation." I look up at this man. "Are you kidding me?"

"What seems to be the problem?" I turn around to see Mr. Bronson. The doorman explains how I was trying to trespass and refusing to leave the premises. Fucking prick. Mr. Bronson knows this dude is full of shit, but he pretends to listen to be polite. "Listen, I can assure you that Miss. Y/N is a respected guest of Ms. Olsen, and if you could kindly grab Mr. Madison, he can match my claim."

Mr. Bronson is MVP of the night tonight. When the doorman turns around to fetch Mr. Madison, I turn to Mr. Bronson to thank him, but he looks down at me and winks. "No problem, kid."

Mr. Madison returns without the other doorman. He opens the door, lets me in, and thanks, Mr. Bronson. "I apologize, Miss. Y/N for the trouble that has been caused to you tonight." Getting in the door isn't even my most significant issue tonight. "I'm just thankful you could help me out, Mr. Madsion." He nods, continuing to walk me to the elevator. Once I'm inside, he bids me goodnight.

Like the drive over, the elevator ride feels like it's taking its sweet time. Once the ride stops and the lift dings, I mentally prepare myself as best as I can. The doors open, and I step out into the same hallway I was in hours ago—each step to Elizabeth's door echos throughout my body.

And here I am outside her door.

I knock a couple of times and wait.

Liz POV (earlier)

I cautiously make my way over, unlocking and opening the door.

"Robbie?" I let slip out in my shock.

"Hi, Lizzie." He croaks out. I look at the man in front of me up and down. This is not the man I left in Richmond. The Robbie in front of me has let his beard untrimmed, his face looks beat up, and his clothes seem to hang off of him. I look up into his eyes. The redness and bags hanging off of them tell me everything I need to know.

I've destroyed him.

"May I come in?" I nod and gesture for him to enter. He thanks me and walks in. With his back turned to me, I wipe my now sweat-covered hands off. I watch as Robbie takes a look over everything. "Could I get you anything?" Robbie turns to me. "Just a water would be fine, please, and thank you."

I continue watching Robbie make his way to the couch. He cautiously sits down and waits. I fill up a glass of water and bring it to him. He graciously takes it as I sit down a couch cushion over from him. He takes a sip and places his glass on a coaster. "I know you hate water stains." Robbie and I both give one another a weak smile.

"So where-" "How hav-" We both start simultaneously. "Go ahead." I nod at Robbie.

Robbie briefly smiles before looking off, thinking. I am mentally trying to prepare myself for anything he might ask, but the truth is I don't have an answer for any of them.

"Before we start, Liz, I want you to know that I did not come here to argue." Robbie points his eyes to mine. He's being truthful. "I came here because we left a lot of things unsaid the last time we saw each other. I hurt you." I watch as his bottom lip starts to quiver. "I'm sorry for that. Truly. And um." Robbie breaths in. "I want us to talk about everything from Richmond to now. It doesn't matter in which order. I hope you understand."

"Y-yes," I reply through a broken voice.

Robbie's eyes glance over at me. I can tell he is thinking about how to start. After minutes of silence, a question breaks through the air. "What's their name?" I was hoping we wouldn't start with Y/N, but I can't blame him. "Y/N." I squeak out. Robbie nods, muttering the name back to himself. I also want to ask him questions, but I want Robbie to do it himself. If I start asking, it'll feel like I'm trying to steer the conversation another way.

"This whole time, I thought you were in L.A. Or maybe I just hoped you were." Robbie shrugs. I let my shoulders drop. "Robbie, I- I'm sorry." Robbie shakes his head. "I thought about you every day." Robbie offers. "I thought about you too." I retort, hoping to give him a tiny shred of happiness.

"Were you gonna come back?" The pain in Robbie's voice every time he speaks is like a stab to the heart. "Yes." "For me or your job?" I bite my bottom lip before replying. "Both." A whispered, "Okay." Falls from Robbie's mouth as he goes to take a sip of water. "I should have been more forthcoming and clear from the start. It wasn't my intention to hurt you and make you leave."

I nod. Robbie sees it and falls back into silence. I know it wasn't, but I was blinded by it all at the moment.

"What the hell are you saying!? You want to break up? Is this about what happened on set?" Robbie sighs. "Lizzie, that's not what I'm saying at all!" I throw my hands up, walking away. "Oh, really, Robbie? You just told me you've been thinking that we should take a break and slow down!" Robbie follows after me. "Lizzie! I'm just saying that we've both been way too stressed and busy with everything. Maybe we should slow down!"

I walk up the stairs and into our bedroom door, closing it and locking it behind me. "Lizzie." Robbie tries opening the door but stops when he realizes it's locked. "Babe." I sit on our bed, ignoring him, trying to catch my breath. I'm on the verge of an attack.

I hear Robbie take a seat outside the door. I run my hand through my hair, remembering the last time he asked for something like this.

We were only a couple of months into our relationship. When I was asked if we could slow things down. I was hesitant, but I agreed. His band was starting to do well, and I was being booked more frequently, so it seemed like a good decision. Only for a couple of weeks later, Robbie showed up in the middle of the night profusely apologizing, slurring his words, saying, "she meant nothing." I know he wasn't lying but yeah, it fucking hurt. What hurt even more, was how much Robbie hurt himself over it. That night he showed up. He had cuts up and down his biceps.

So yes, Robbie is right. We've both been stressed as of late. Yes, we barely feel like a couple at times. But I can't help but think about before.

"Is- Is thi- Is this like last time, Robbie?" I ask through the closed door. I hear him shuffle. "Not at all." His voice sounds sincere. Robbie tries the door again, Still locked. "Lizzie, I'm just saying that." He pauses. "That we both haven't felt each other in a while. It just seems like we're here just to be here. Maybe slowing things down and taking a step back might be good."

I break down. I stifle my cries through my palms. I didn't want to hear this. I don't want a repeat of last time. I believe Robbie when he says that's not his intention or plan, but you never know. I try to gather up as much oxygen as I can. I look around the room and make a choice.

_

Before Robbie knew it, I had two bags packed up. I shuffled my way past him and down the stairs. Robbie pleads for me to answer any of his questions, but I can't focus on that. If I stop, my body will betray me. Before I make it out the main door, Robbie asks. "Lizzie, is this it?"

I don't turn towards him, but I answer. "I just need to think about this. Us. I'll call you when I land."

"Robbie." Robbie watches me scoot closer towards him. "Take off your coat and roll up your sleeves," I ask him in a calming tone. I don't want to force him, but I need to know. How is looking at me hurts. He thinks I'm judging him, but I want to ensure it didn't happen. Robbie stands up. He removes his coat, setting it down on the arms of the couch. Robbie shuts his eyes as if he's trying to hide from the world. He carefully rolls up his sleeves.

Robbie stops at his elbows. I stand up and carefully take an arm in my hand: no marks or anything. Robbie still hasn't opened his eyes. I gently place my hand on his elbow, and I start rolling up the sleeves some more.

I take a sharp breath in when I see the first cut. I look up at Robbie's eyes closed and ashamed. I keep pulling up. One cut turns into two, which turns into five. I stop when Robbie places his hand over mine. He's looking at me through tears. "I'm sorry." I don't respond. Instead, I pull him into a hug. Both of us take it as a sign to let the tears fall.

Standing here brings me back to this morning when Y/N held me.

After a while, Robbie whispers something into the top of my head. I pull back, not knowing what it was. "What was that babe- Robie?" Robbie unwraps himself from me and takes a seat at the kitchen island. I sit on the couch cushion closest to him.

"I don't remember doing most of these." I know he is talking about his arms, but he doesn't remember? I raise an eyebrow, confused. Robbie sees it and explains. "Since you left, I haven't been taking care of myself. Well obviously. But I- I've been-" He pauses, but I already know the answer. I knew it from the second he walked in.

"You've been drinking," I say, catching me off guard. Robbie accepts my tone. "The day I decided to call you, after not hearing from you. I woke up on our kitchen floor at 5 P.M." Robbie pauses as he runs his fingers through his beard. "I don't remember the previous night." Robbie lets out a weak chuckle. "As I said, I thought you were in L.A. this whole time. Then I saw the pictures."

I drop my head into my hands. I regret not telling Robbie where I was and if I was safe. I can't imagine the hell that was running through his mind. Because I know I've been there consistently worrying about your partners' well-being for them to be silent.

"Liz." I turn my head up to Robbie. I swear, for a second, I thought it was Y/N. "Yes?" "In Richmond, I asked if we could slow down. That was a terrible way of saying that, but I did it because we were both stressed about the wedding, your show and movie, and my band. But I just wanted us to be in a good position for our future." Robbie gets up and comes closer to me. He sits down in front of me on the floor.

"Lizzie, I believe I still want that." Robbie gently reaches for my hands. I place them in his. "But I'm not going to lie before you left, it felt like for the weeks prior- It felt like we were never on the same page. We just didn't feel each other anymore. Did you feel that way?" Robbie brushes his thumb over my engagement ring. A tear falls from my face at that action.

"Yes. I didn't feel you anymore, Robbie." Robbie lets out a disappointed sigh. "Is there anything I could've done?" My lips quiver at that question because the truth is. "I don't know." I watch Robbie think.

"Robbie, when you said what you said, yes, it hurt me not because it was coming from you but because I already knew it. I knew for a while. I was scared, and I didn't want to face the truth. Robbie, I still love you. I do. But-"

"But it's not there anymore." I nod at Robbie as tears and sniffles fill the room. Robbie gets up from the floor and sits down next to me. I turn to him so we can hold each other for what might be the final time.

_

Being held by Robbie was about the last thing I expected to happen today. But it's something I needed. I'm still kicking myself over how I acted in Richmond. I have anxiety, and for me to treat Robbie how I did when he was being open with me... I'll never forget.

"Lizzie," Robbie whispers, breaking me out of my head. "It's okay. I'll be okay." I cup his face, nodding. "I want to help Robbie." Robbie places his hands over mine. "Lizzie, I- I don't. I- I've been talking with a doctor in L.A. and talked to someone from the Crisis Text Line."

"Robbie I-"

"Don't worry, Lizzie. I know that look on your face. It's one of the reasons I love you. You want to help no matter what. But this is something I have to do for myself. I leave tomorrow morning. No matter how our conversation went, I was still returning to L.A. I just wanted to know if we would be together or not."

"I'm sorry, Robbie-

"Elizabeth." This time Robbie is holding my face. "Stop apologizing. I know what's going on in that head. What's happening between us right now is happening in the most mutual way possible. Plus, you didn't force me to make the actions that I did." Robbie wipes away the tears I have.

"I understand, Robbie, but please, I at least want to do something. Let me come with you to your first visit. Is it tomorrow?" Robbie shakes his head no. "It's in a couple of days when you should be back in London. I planned it that way." I shut my eyes hurt. I know it is for the best, but ow.

I hear Robbie sigh. "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to an AA meeting back home. I don't believe I have an addiction per se, but we both know what the last few days have done to me, and not for the first time. So if you want to help, you can make sure I make it to that meeting. Plus, being in L.A. for even a day can make it so I can start moving out."

"Moving out? What Robbie no-"

"Lizzie, we're-" Robbie looks at me, confused. "We're-"

"I know, but as you said, I'm going to be in London. So it'll be easier for you to stay at our- the house. I trust you, Robbie." I pause. I want to say more, but I don't want to make things more upsetting or worse. "You're still my friend." I smile at him.

"Just friend, not best friend?" We both let out a deserved laugh. Robbie looks up into my eyes like it's his last time. "Thank you for everything, Lizzie." I frown, not letting the waterworks start up again. "Thank you, Robbie." We pull each other into another hug before releasing one another. Robbie goes to get up. I watch him curiously.

"This is a little weird, but could I use your bathroom before I head out?" "Robbie, you're not seriously considering leaving right now, are you?" "Well, yeah?" I shake my head no. "You're staying here tonight. No offense Robbie you look like hell. You need a shower and a good night's sleep. Plus, I want to know you're safe. So please stay here tonight." I get up, walking closer to my now ex.

"Are you sure?" Robbie is hesitant, and I get it. "Mm-hmm," I reply. I get closer and closer until I wrap my arms around him. "Plus, I can make us breakfast in the morning before our flight." Robbie puts his arms around me. "I'm going to miss your famous waffles." I unsling myself from Robbie. "What about my anchovy toast?" This causes us to both crack up. "Only a little," Robbie says through a smile I haven't seen in a long time.

_

After helping Robbie find towels and clothes, he could wear later tonight. I helped him get out of his shirt and pants, and even though Robbie told me this was unnecessary, I still wanted to help, plus a part of me was curious to see if he was self-harming anywhere else. Thankfully he wasn't. I started a nice bubble bath for him as he laughed at all the effort I was putting in. But I don't mind.

Robbie sits on the edge of the tub next to me as we wait for the bath to fill up. "Elizabeth?" I turn to him," What's up?" "I just want you to know that if anything did happen between you and Y/N, I'm not mad. You seem happy with Y/N." A smile creeps on my face. I am happy with her. "I figured," Robbie replies, looking away. "We both know I've made mistakes in the past, so I can't blame you if anything happened."

As awkward as it is, to hear Robbie say it was lovely. I thanked him before stealing his phone, so I could start a soothing, calming playlist so he could enjoy as much of his bath as possible.

Robbie thanked me for everything and escorted me out of the bathroom. According to him, it's weird for my ex to watch me bathe. I guess he's not wrong. I clean my face and eyes before exiting. Closing the multiple doors from the bathroom makes the playlist nonexistent, which is good because right now, I could use a moment to think. To think about myself. To think about Robbie and mines future apart. To think about Y/N.

My mind begins filling with Y/N before a set of knocks interrupts me.

After being surprised visited by MK and Robbie, this time, I decide to check the door's peephole."Y/N?" I say to myself.

I unlock and open the door. "Y/N? Why are you here? Are you okay?" I look Y/N up and down. She doesn't seem happy or sad. She looks hurt and upset with a mix anger. "Y/N?" I feel the tension being built between us.

"I never knew the Olsen twins had a sister."

Pt. 8

A/N

If you or anyone you know self-harm I just want you to know that you're not a bad person. We all have shit going on with us. Self-harm is not a mental disorder. It is a behavior - an unhealthy way to cope with strong feelings. The important thing is recognizing it. Talking to someone, anyone who you think can help, is always a good idea.

Here is the Crisis Text Line. Text HOME to 741741 to reach a volunteer Crisis Counselor.

Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger but don't worry, next chapter! Stay safe, everyone.

If you have any comments or ideas, leave them <3

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Congrats on 1500!!!!! You deserve it :) I’d be interested to see any deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes!

There are two good deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes. Here is the angsty/sappy one (I have another request in the queue, so you' can'll see the bonkers one later). This happens near the end of the fic, so I'm gonna stick the explanation under the cut for spoilers, in case anyone out there has not read my four-year-old fanfic.

So, the first time I wrote the part in Chapter 4 where Renji accidentally tells Rukia that he loves her in the middle of the night, I had her get up in the morning and just go to work, so she wasn't there when he woke up. This is how that scene continued after that. The beginning may feel familiar because I scrounged most of it back into the fic later, but put it here for context.

This scene is actually kind of an interesting insight into my writing process-- I wrote it, it felt wrong to me, I was Angry for a week, and then I replaced it with the version that ended up in the final story. The flaw here, as I eventually identified it, is that the characters Say Too Much. I have a tendency to write my characters explaining everything about the story to the reader, which is not what I want-- I want to keep things subtle, I want to let the reader make connections themselves. Also, while I, personally, am constantly deconstructing and analyzing my own feelings and behavior, that's not a thing that realistic and interesting characters should be doing in stories. On the other hand, this kind of thing definitely definitely falls into the "no writing is wasted" category, because having a piece of text where I have spelled out what is going on can be enormously helpful for making sure it got sprinkled in there.

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It's late morning when Renji rolls into the offices of the 13th Division, his arms full.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" Rukia exclaims, as he dumps an enormous bouquet of red camellias into her arms.

"I'll find a vase," he promises, "I'm sure Captain Ukitake kept some around?"

"Leftmost bottom cabinet," Rukia grudgingly supplies. "Next to the extra paper." She eyes the white paper bag he has also deposited on her desk. It is printed with the label of her favorite confectionery shop. "And you know that's not what I meant."

Renji returns with a vase and relieves her of the flowers. "We need to talk."

She watches him try to fluff the flowers in the vase. "You don't know anything about flowers, do you?"

"I know about camellias," he responds simply.

She swallows. "Renji, don't."

He regards her for a moment. "You're right. I don't want to do this at the office. Let's play hooky."

She looks skeptical, so he snatches up the bag of wagashi and shakes it tantalizingly. "I'm going for a walk and taking these with me."

Rukia wrinkles her nose. "Fine. But only because I know you're going to subject me to this sooner or later, you never let anything lie. Now, help me get out of this chair."

He gives her a hand up.

"Did Brother do this often?" Rukia asks as they walk, trying to needle him. "Play hooky?"

She has repossessed her bag of sweets, although she did give him one. 

"He did, actually," Renji replies, a fond smile on his face. "It took me a while to figure out, but he used to say, 'Lieutenant! Attend me!' and then he'd go off somewhere, walking fast, very serious face on, me trying to keep up. And we'd go somewhere-- the first time, it was Soukyoku Hill, I remember that. And he would just stand there for a while, twenty, thirty minutes and then we'd go back. The cherry grove over near the Academy. The Royal Botanical Gardens. Those ugly sculptures outside the Art Museum. I think he took me along because it made it look like he was off doing something official, but I'm pretty sure he just liked getting out of the office once in a while."    

Rukia is making a face. "I think he liked being with people, but he didn't like talking to them. He did that to me all the time, too, although it was more often the woods behind the Manor or the gardens. He liked to sit and draw together, too."

They are both silent for a long moment.

"Only took us five months," Renji says quietly, "to be able to talk about him." 

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" Rukia snaps, a bit too harshly.

"No," Renji replies. "Look, we're here, you wanna find a spot to sit?"

He's brought them out to the Red Hollow Gate Overlook, a place they have spent many an hour, the best view of South Rukongai in the Seireitei. It is the analog of the overlook in Inuzuri where they used to stand, looking inward. It was the place where they buried their dead, but it never felt morbid to them. It was just a place they all liked to be, a place they might pick to be forever, when the time came.

It is getting into late autumn, and Rukongai is mostly brown now, just a small ring around the Seireitei ablaze in scarlets and oranges. Renji tries to guesstimate where the color ends. 18, maybe? They've probably already had snow in Inuzuri. 

No one is up here today. Fall colors have lost their charm and it’s pretty chilly. Renji spreads his haori on the ground and helps Rukia sit before plopping down beside her.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"You don't have to--" Rukia tries to interrupt.

"I do, actually. This has been killing me, Rukia, so let me say my piece, will ya?"

Her mouth snaps shut.

"I have spent my entire adult life trying to be better than I am," he sighs. "A good part of my adolescence, too, for that matter." He smiles sadly. "I wasn't exactly close, but I was gettin' there."

"Close to what?" Rukia demands.

"To being good enough," he explains, as though this clarifies anything. "To feel like I would have something--anything-- to offer you if I were to, y'know, ask you to marry me."

Rukia takes a sharp intake of breath.

"And then-- just after the biggest failure of my whole life-- failed my captain, failed you, failed everyone, and I let myself fall back into being an absolute trash heap of a person, you had to go and ask me, instead."

"Renji, you were grieving. You're still grieving. I shouldn't have--"

"I'm not trying to blame you! I'm just trying to explain why I haven't been the husband I always wanted to be for you. That I'm not even sure if that's something you want. That even though I've been a miserable pile of shit, I still love you, for whatever the love of a miserable pile of shit is worth."

"Oh, Renji," Rukia manages, throwing her arms around him. "You act like I've been any better. The only good thing I've been able to do-- the only thing that's kept me from giving up-- has been trying to hold you together. And lately, it seems like you're doing so much better and I'm not, I'm not better at all, and you don't need me anymore and I don't know-- I don't--"

"Shh, shh," Renji says, taking her in his arms. "Of course I need you. I've always needed you. I've only managed to get my shit in line because I thought that's what you needed. I can go back to drinking my breakfast if that's what you'd prefer."

"It's not," she scowls back at him. 

"Okay," he nods. "But maybe instead of being two sad people who can't even talk to each other, maybe we can try to be two sad people who are trying to help each other. Who are trying to get better, for each other's sake, if not for our own."   

She nods, unable to speak, and stuffs her face into his side. A muffled “I love you, too. I’m sorry,” eventually emerges.

“You’re sorry? For what?”

She turns her head a little. “For making you marry me. For roping you into Kuchiki family politics.”

He guffaws. “I was the one who told you gettin’ adopted was a good idea, all those years ago. And you shut up about our wedding, I loved our wedding. Fuck Ichigo and his dumb ideas, gettin’ married in secret and fucking over a bunch of nobles was awesome.”

“I liked it, too,” she says in a tiny little voice.

Renji sighs. “Speaking of Ichigo, though… I guess it’s probably about time I go apologize to him, huh?”

“Why is he mad at you anyway?”

“He didn’t think I was doing a very good job of taking care of you. And I got mad at him back because he was right.”

“Do you have to go right now?”

Renji shakes his head, and tightens his arms around her. “Naw," he says. "He can wait. I’m busy right now.”

#1500 follower deleted scenes fest

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First off, I loved the story. Second, what happened 👀👀👀

(Not particularly heavy stuff, but an emotionally abusive situation is mentioned, so TW for that, I guess? Also if u have anything u want me to tag here, just send me an ask and I'll do it. Also this is a long post, but that's what u get for asking someone with adhd to tell a story ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Alright, so like I said, I my first bf and I met in highschool and we stayed together from me being 15 to 26. A decade plus one of emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, my friends being cut off to further my isolation, and me being too inexperienced to see the guy for the asshole he was.

And, like I said, my therapist from that time was a goddamn genius who saw how much I was suffering but also could tell I would not get out of that situation willingly bc I was so used to that being my life and the whole "he can't be abusive - he never hit me!" mentality that I couldn't see that he would cheer me up when I was down - but he was the one to put me down to begin with!

So she said "how about you two take a break? One month away from each other, with no strings attached, not bf and gf anymore, so you can see whether this is a relationship worth fighting for" (it wasn't, lmao)

Me, a week after: so, he's gonna be traveling in two months after this one and-

She, very serious: fascinating! let's make it three months then! You'll meet again when he's back, it'll be great for everyone!

The thing is, when you date someone that swallows up your entire life and cuts your bridges to everyone else, you end up pretty lost and alone (this is literally the tactic cults use to force people to stay in the cult, by making sure they won't have a community to support them once they are out).

But! My bff, bless her heart, never left my side no matter how often I would ghost her while i was still dating. And after I'd spent that first month (november of that year) moping and crying like someone had died, she invited me to go clubbing and I actually got to dance and be silly for the first time since my early teens!

Being undiagnosed autistic/adhd and having my ex as my only social interaction outside of my family AND not doing well socially in school bc bullying made it a bit of a challenge to come on to people, so my bff would be my wingwoman - hey, my friend thinks you're cute, etc.

For some reason, the ladies shot me down a lot, which sucked bc I really wanted to kiss a girl and "find out" whether I was bi (I thought I needed this as proof, lol). But the boys had those looney-tunes eyes at me so I got to kiss some of them and it was fun and stupid and so freeing.

And then there was her. Julia. Even my adhd brain still remembers her name. She was much taller than I, with full, black hair and a raspy voice that made me go heart eyes over her. I asked my bff to chat her up to me, and when instead of politely shaking her head with an apologetic smile as the other girls did, she walked up to me.

Then she asked me whether I wanted to kiss her, and I said yes, and she leaned over me and the world stopped spinning for a moment because I was kissing a girl and it was soft and sweet and good and oh my god, so I do like girls, of course I do, they are so pretty and amazing and oh wow, I am bisexual, that's a lot to unpack and-

And then she was smiling, and saying goodbye bc she wanted to meet up with her friends, and I was left in the middle of that rooftop dance floor, under the stars, my ears ringing and my face burning hot. I had my answer. I had my truth. I had it all along, but now it was real.

So just on account of that, month two (december of that year) was already chalked down as better than the entire time I had ever spent with my not-yet-entirely-ex, but I went out with my bff other times and had just as much fun. Incidentally, the hidden quickie with the handsome guy only happened bc I was intensely fueled by a spiteful thought of "aw hell no, I won't close this year without having boned someone other than [redacted]!". So uh. Yeah. The say love makes you do things, but hooo boy, the things that spite makes u do!

Anyway, moving on! January rolled out and my soon-to-be-ex sent me a text for us to meet, and we did. We caught up at some public place, and at some point he asked me whether I wanted to get back together.

Now, the first sentence that popped into my brain, in all caps, was: "I'D RATHER DOUSE MYSELF IN GASOLINE AND LIGHT A MATCH LMAO" but I unfortunately held back enough to say "I think we're much too different people now" while choking back laughter. So he asked to be just friends and I was like, ah well, I guess?

And we had this whole talk in the cab on the way to drop me off at my place, and this is where the nickname to which I refer to him now, "the deceased", came to be.

See, he was very clearly trying to lay the groundwork to try and build a relationship with me again, talking abt how different people can still get along even if they're exes bc we are both so emotionally mature, etc.

And I jokingly say the most absurd thing I could think: "yeah, and even if we're different, it's not like you're gonna... idk, vote for bolsonaro".

And he did a double take. And. Very shyly, he said he was, in fact, gonna vote for him. Y'know the genocidal, pro-dictatorship, homophobic, corrupt, nightmare of a president with which we were later plagued with for four years in the middle of a pandemic.

That's when I realized this dude wasn't worth keeping around even as a distant acquaintance, and I had a whole mental funeral for this guy bc he would be dead to me from then on. Sad music, flowers, the whole thing. Rip in piss, as y'all say around here.

Once we arrived by my place's door, I asked him to wait in the cab while I went up real quick. When I came back, he was like "oh?? you wanna go somewhere else from here?"

and I simply shoved the very large plastic bag I'd carried down on the seat next to him, explaining: "no, it's just that this is all your crap that was still in my house and I don't want it here anymore. Bye."

What a terrific place to end this story! How dramatic! I mean, that guy was the worst thing I've ever had cling to me in my life, and that includes that one time in the woods when I was a kid and like a hundred ticks bit me.

Well, close the curtains on this show, then! This is a satisfying ending and surely you never heard of him again, right, OP? Right, OP????

[press X for the next stupid anecdote about the deceased]

[press Y to never hear about the deceased again]

[vanilla extract] (sorry I had to)

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If this made you laugh, buy me a ko-fi to help me continue to afford the therapy I so clearly need lmao

#long post/ #lu's stories #abusive relationships/ #emotional abuse/ #what I love about this story is that the only thing that might be wrong there are some dates bc adhd brain #but yeah it was. a ride #i still quote the gasoline quote sometimes #also obsessed with my stupidass logic: #ok u wanna kiss girls. u find them hot. but what if you kiss one??? and don't like it??? then ur het #lu you stupid bisexual bless ur heart

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MLP FIM Season 1 Reimagined: Episode 2

"Welcome to Ponyville"

A sunny morning in Canterlot. Twilight and Spike are in a train station with their luggage, and Shining Armor, Night Light, and Twilight Velvet are all saying their goodbyes and wishing them well. They get on the train and set off for Ponyville. (Yes, I know it was a chariot with Royal Guard pegasi originally but I like this better.) Cut to Spike excitedly staring out the window at the scenery, wondering aloud what Ponyville will be like, with Twilight nodding along and "mm-hmm"-ing while very much not paying attention to what Spike is saying because she has her nose buried in a book. Spike notices this and throws in a "maybe the pegasi make it rain lemonade and cherry pies every other Thursday," and Twilight gives the same "mm-hmm," met with a disgruntled Spike who swipes her book from her magical hold.

Spike: "You aren't listening to a word I say, are ya?"

Twilight: "I'm sorry, Spike, I'm just trying to find all I can on this Nightmare Moon pony. Princess Celestia says she's prepared, and it's not that I don't trust her, I'm just worried because she didn't seem worried and this feels like something to be worried about and I-"

Spike: "You worry about everything! C'mon, there's still more than half a year before the next Summer Sun Celebration."

Twilight: "That's less than one full year! Do you know how much time it takes to prepare for these sorts of things?"

Spike: "Do you? Have you ever done this before?"

Twilight: "Well… no, but I'd rather be safe than sorry!"

Spike: "Why don't you worry about what the Princess assigned you, and once you start on that, you can go back to doom-reading. Deal?"

Twilight sighs, but agrees. "Deal."

They go back to wondering what Ponyville will be like as the camera cuts to a shot of the train from the outside, eventually panning up and out to show Ponyville in the distance. Cue theme song.

(A/N: I'm not always going to write out dialogue nor do I think of dialogue I write as being absolutely concrete in this AU but I'll have ideas for it sometimes.)

Twilight and Spike get off the train at the Ponyville station, and are immediately greeted by the former librarian, Quiet Quill, who's there to bring Twilight to the library.

(Middling quality drawing of Quiet Quill.)

They walk over to the Golden Oak Library and Twilight happily looks through the book selection. Quiet Quill mentions that there's a room prepared for them upstairs, and then says she'll show them around town, since Twilight and Spike are new here. Twilight is hesitant, but Spike is eager to get to know Ponyville and at his insistence, Twilight agrees to come along.

After stepping out of the library, Quiet Quill turns to greet Pinkie Pie, who greets her back before looking at Twilight, gasping loudly, and running off. Twilight seems baffled by this interaction, but Quill has already moved on and is explaining some of the history of Ponyville. Twilight and Spike continue to follow her, a bit weirded out but nonetheless continuing.

What follows is much like the original first episode of the show. Quiet Quill takes them to visit Sweet Apple Acres, where Applejack and her family is introduced as everypony is getting ready for the Apple Family Reunion, and Applejack insists on sharing some of her family's delicious apple treats, which Twilight eventually agrees to. They then return to the main part of Ponyville and we get to see some background ponies. Definitely Cheerilee and Mayor Mare, and maybe some other more prominent background ponies like Lyra and Bonbon or Derpy. At some point, Rainbow Dash zooms overhead, nearly knocking into Twilight. Rainbow quickly comes back and apologizes, and while Twilight is a little miffed, she's also impressed by Rainbow's speed and dexterity. Dash brags that she's the best flyer in all of Ponyville, and bets Twilight that she can clear all the clouds in the sky in ten seconds flat, which she does. After saying goodbye to Rainbow, they eventually meet Rarity at her boutique, who immediately starts fawning over Twilight after hearing that she's from Canterlot. Afterward, Quiet Quill says she's introduced Twilight to all the key ponies of Ponyville and to go to them if she needs anything, and excuses herself to finish packing for her move to another town to be with her family. On the way back to the Golden Oak Library, they overhear Fluttershy singing with a chorus of birds and attempt to say hi, but Fluttershy goes quiet and doesn't say anything understandable until she notices Spike. She joins the two on the way back to the library, only really talking to Spike the whole way, until they reach the library and Twilight bids Fluttershy a forced goodbye.

Twilight is happy to be back at the library and away from all the other ponies, but Pinkie Pie has returned with a crowd to throw Twilight a "welcome to Ponyville" party, complete with Pinkie talking at her very fast about how she realized that Twilight was new and absolutely had to throw her a party. She tries to be polite and stay at the party at first, but eventually loses her temper and tells Pinkie to leave and that libraries shouldn't be loud. She then goes upstairs, and Spike apologizes on her behalf, saying that he'd love to go to another one of Pinkie's parties at some point, which seems to cheer her up a bit.

Spike follows Twilight upstairs, finding her staring out of her window at the newly-risen moon. Twilight reiterates that Nightmare Moon is her main concern, and she doesn't know why Princess Celestia had barely talked about it. Spike just says that they both need to get some sleep, and that Twilight can go back to worrying in the morning. Reluctantly, Twilight goes to bed, with a bit of tossing and turning and monologuing about her anxieties after Spike has fallen asleep.

Cut to next morning, at the crack of dawn, with Twilight walking downstairs and to the front door of the library. Spike follows her, half asleep, and asks her what she's up to. Twilight opens the door, and then admits she doesn't really know what she's doing. She looks out at the view of Ponyville from the front door, and Spike comments that this is going to be home for a while, so they might as well settle in. Twilight argues that the ponies of this town are "simply too ridiculous," to which Spike reminds Twilight of Princess Celestia's assignment and says that maybe there's something she needs to learn from them. "What could I possibly learn from ponies like these?" Twilight says, as the camera shows the view of Ponyville in the sunrise. The sunlight fills the screen, cue end credits.

#My Little Pony: Nightmare Finale #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #alternate universe #writing #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #art #odina actually continuing something she started???? unheard of

[kraekat29]

Beautiful Mistakes- Chapter Thirty Six

The two ended up on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing together and laughing, up until Ruby felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around and engulfed JJ into a bear hug, relaxing as his arms wrapped around her, she pulled back slightly, frowning at the cuts and bruises that decorated his face.

"I'll clean you up once we get home" She promised and gently kissed the cut on his cheek, feeling the way he instantly relaxed from her touch.

She convinced him to dance with her, laying her head against his shoulder and gazing up at him as they slow danced, god he was perfect. 

*Two years ago*

Another song had ended and Ruby's heart fluttered as JJ made his way over, " mind if I steal her?" He asked and Rafe's jaw clenched but he nodded, handing her off.

She allowed him to lead her down to the beach, the two of them talking back and forth as they shared a joint.

And suddenly for a moment she felt normal again, she was drunk off his laugh and craved his smile, she wanted her best friend back.

*now*

Ruby leaned up and connected their lips in a slow and sweet kiss as they danced, sighing happily as he kissed her back.

It seemed nothing could go wrong, but of course that wasn't true, Rafe just had to come along and ruin it.

She started to panic, trying to lead JJ away and to somewhere safe, anxiety thrumming as Rafe began to chase them.

*Two years ago*

" Rafe stop it! He didn't do anything!" Ruby yelled, trying to get the fight to stop, " he didn't steal!" She cried and yelped as Rafe shoved her to the ground.

Eventually Rafe let up, leaving Ruby on the beach as she crawled over to JJ, " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.." She said and sniffled as she helped him sit up, " why are you with that piece of shit?" He snapped, wiping the blood off his face.

" I-I" She stuttered and he scoffed, " stay the hell away from me" he growled and walked away from her.

She sat on the beach alone, tears streaming down her face as she watched the water, a sob escaping her lips.

She was alone.

*now*

She pulled JJ into the bathroom, desperately looking for somewhere he could hide, her hands were shaking from anxiety.

His grip tightened on her hand as they were cornered in the locker room, she nervously looked up at him, this wasn't going to end well.

But suddenly she was being yanked away from him, her eyes widening in horror as JJ was held in place, she squirmed against the hold that was on her but it didn't let up.

Her upper lip started to curl in an angry snarl as Rafe entered the room, she wanted to claw his eyes out.

But her ears began to ring the moment he said JJ was looking more like Luke, white hot rage coursed through her, it was game over.

He trailed his finger down her cheek, making her turn her head and bite down as hard as she could before kneeing him right in between the legs and knocking an elbow back into Kelce's chest. 

She ran over to JJ and held the sides of his face, making sure he was okay before yet again they were separated because of security.

Ruby sighed and sauntered outside, couldn't they have one peaceful night together? Everything was always a fight.

She glanced over, pausing as she saw the way Kiara was looking at JJ- why was she looking at him that way?? No, absolutely not, JJ was her man. Not Kiara's.

But once she looked back and saw JJ already looking at her she calmed down, smiling as he opened his arms for her, immediately running over and laughing as he picked her up and spun her around.

Scratch that previous statement, it looks like they could have one night after all.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #john b routledge #sage medici #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx fic #obx

[1000sunnygo]

[Fool and Genius's Summer Vacation]

A wonderful comic focused on Neji and Lee by PEYO, a talented artist who passed away in 2020.

I loved it and wanted to share its translation. I don't want to repost arts so I'm posting the translation separately, hope it conveys the story.

Translation starts below the cut.

Page 1.

[Fool and Genius's Summer Vacation]

°Drawings by PEYO

2.

Neji (studying a scroll outside his room, notices Lee):

Lee. You're here again.

Rock Lee: Neji! Today, it's a match!

N: I thought I told you not to come again.. Leave.

R: \\A match! A match!//

Neji:

[During summer vacation, this boy, with two sheets of seaweeds stuck on his face, would always be louder than cicadas.]

3.

R: *wearing a rubber float* Neji, we decide by swimming.

N: I decline. You can't swim anyway.

R: *bringing Shino* Neji, let's settle by catching bugs. I've brought an expert from neighborhood, he's unbeatable.

N: Declined. Why is it 2 vs 1 all of a sudden?

R: *brings a bowl of shaved ice* THEN IT'S A SHAVED ICE EATING COMPETITION!

*Lee shoving shaved ice into his face*

What's up? If you don't catch up, I'll win!

Uwgh.. stomachache...

N: SHUT UP! JUST STOP THESE NONSENSE!

R: *jolts*

4.

N: You're an eyesore.

R: *sweats worriedly*

N: ...

... Rock paper scissor to settle this, so go home already.

R: *beams up*

GOT IT! If I lose, 200 laps around the village on handstand before sunset. It's a promise!!

5.

(rocks paper scissor result:

Lee = paper, Neji = scissor)

(...)

R: *standing on his hands*

I'm off! Also, Neji, once I'm done with it, please consider the next match!

N: Sure.

(200 laps before sunset? That's ridiculous. How far will he take this Guy-imitation?)

R: HERE I GOOO..!!

*Lee rushes away on his hands*

N: A real fool.

To be honest, I'm rather jealous of him.

6.

(Lee walking on handstand around the village festivals as promised, Tenten accompanies him while having some sweets.)

Tenten: Did you mess with Neji again?

You big knucklehead. You'll step on a landmine without knowing a thing.

R: What do you mean?

T: Isn't he in a terrible mood lately? I wanted to invite him to the summer festival, but his atmosphere wasn't like that at all. He's impossible.

If I remember right, he had the same mood around this time last year, as well.

... Come to think of it, tomorrow is Mukaebon*, isn't it?

(*Mukaebon is the first day of Bon festival, when departed souls are believed to return home.)

Maybe, for Neji,

7.

It's a bit complicated time.

-

*Neji alone inside a shrine, door slides open. Hinata walks inside.*

Hinata: Excuse me,

Um, Neji ni-san...

8.

I've made these with my sister, so, if you don't mind...

*lifts a plate of offering for the shrine*

N:... Thank you.

*Hinata places the platter and makes a quick prayer*

H: Speaking of which, Neji ni-san... about tonight's firework display...

N:

H: ... Neji ni-san?

*notices Neji fast asleep*

-

9.

H: it's rare for him to fall asleep all of a sudden... Neji ni-san seems worn out lately.

(!)

*Hinata notices Neji's notebook and picks it up*

This...

A-amazing.. Such a dense note, all to the details of the Meridian system...

.. Could it be that Neji ni-san is trying to acquire Head family's secret arts by himself?

...!

-

"Neji,"

*scene changes to Neji's dream. A young Neji is surrounded by Hyuga elders as lamps are floating away on the water, tribute to the departed during a Mukaebon ceremony*

"come here, Neji"

10.

*A Hyuga elder pats the back of young Neji*

"Here, Neji, Send Farewell to your late father."

*Young Neji stays silent, crying by himself*

N: Bunch of lies. He didn't come back.

Obon? Greeting the departed souls, sending them off?

Stop joking with me.

You people killed my father.

And now you want your redemption with these rituals?

11.

*flashbacks of Hizashi being Punished by Hiashi*

Hizashi: "My head!!"

Hiashi: "Leave. I'll tolerate this foolishness only today. Never forget your place again!"

*scene changes to young Neji*

N: One day, I, too, will become one of them...

-

(gasps)

*Neji wakes up from his slumber inside the home shrine*

N: A dream..

...

12.

*Neji notices a piece of paper tucked under Hinata's offerings, Hinata isn't around. Neji picks it up*

[Hinata's note:

To Neji ni-san,

you seem very tired lately. Please don't overwork, and take care of yourself at times.]

N: I was tired?

Why does any of it have to be the headache of a Head family member? Did she think father would return riding on these-

.. Darn it.

*Neji takes off his headband, walks to the sink and washes his face*

-

I should've known.. that there was no point in making an effort.

Trying to do something for own future is meaningless.

After all, it's about living for the Head family and getting killed if I oppose.

My life had never been my own.

13.

And yet, the reason I desperately try to catch at straws at this time of the year, is perhaps, that I can't let go of the glimmer of hope of his return.

Perhaps just that, if only once I could hear him say,

*Hizashi's voice is heard from the back of the room:*

"Neji, you worked so hard."

N: ... that's all I could wish for-

*Neji realizes he just heard Hizashi from behind him*

!! ...FA-

14.

-ther...

*quickly turns his head in anticipation, there's nothing.*

...

Why do I work hard?

*cicadas buzz away, as the scene changes to Rock Lee still venturing the village streets on his hands*

15.

R: Haa... Haaa..

*villages whisper to each other*

(Uwah, he's still at it? That kid is circling all over the place on his hands since daytime!)

(He's under Guy's tutelage, isn't he?)

(Mom, that boy...)

(shh, don't look!)

(is he okay?)

(he bought some stuff from store a while at ago..)

R:.. One more lap...!!

.. Neji... Wait for me!!

(!)

16.

*Sun is setting. Neji finds Lee slumped at his door*

-

N: Oi, Lee.

Why are you sleeping here? Wake up.

*Lee doesn't respond, his entire body looks banged up and dirty.*

Don't tell me, did he really run 200 laps?

...

*Neji reaches out Lee, then grabs his shirt right and yanks him up*

17.

N: Why do you keep coming back?

(How are you able to do this?

If I were a fool like you, would I not be afraid to make an effort? Had there not been a mark on my forehead, would I be able to believe in a future like you?)

*Tears drop from Neji's eyes*

Lee, stop chasing this mediocre me till it kills you.

18.

I... can't work as hard as you do...

(Neji calling himself mediocre is a reference to ch. 197 quote, "I can't give up for those who believe this mediocre me is a genius")

19.

R: !

*wakes up as Neji's tears trickle down his face*

...NEJI!

N: *jolts*

W-what?

R: A rematch! As promised, now you have to accept it!

N: A match, you say...

*brings out a pack of firecrackers*8

R: Tada! Let's decide it with firecrackers!

I bought them from a firework stall during my run.

Rules are simple! One whose firecracker extinguishes first loses, so..

... Neji?

*Neji rubs his forehead in resignation*

N: I don't get you. Did you run 200 laps for these?

R:..? Yes.

...

*Night falls quickly*

R: The Obon lanterns will be up soon.

Ah, I've brought the matches!

N:....

20.

*Neji sits idly, his firecracker still burning. Lee is tensed. His firecracker is out*

N: You know, even your luck is terrible.

It's my 5th win on a row.

R:...........

N: Why don't you give up already?

R: I won't!

Not yet!! Until effort (?) triumphs over the genius....!

N: You should stop seeing me as a villain because people call me a genius.

Coming up with one childish games one after another...

How long do you want me to cater to your self satisfaction?

It's starting to annoy me.

21.

R: Please don't be mistaken. It's not like I don't want to lose to you because you're a genius.

I don't want to lose to you because you're a genius who also works hard.

-

N: Wh...

*Neji snaps*

What are you talking about?? What do you know about me?

R: That's right. I don't have the slightest idea about things going on in your family.

But,

22.

What it feels like to try hard while being bound by fate is something I know really well.

N: ...

R: But I keep losing to you.

Again, and again...

Just when I thought I could win and let you see a glimpse of a different world, even if I'm not able to save you, still...

...At the very least, I had this thought for a second.

It's another summer that you dislike so much, but you won't be able to enjoy it once it's over!

*Neji recalls Lee buzzing around trying to challenge him*

\\A swimming contest! //

\\bug catching contest! //

\\eating contest!//

N:....!

23.

R: It's okay if it's for just a while. At least, right now,

*grabs Neji's hands to give him a new firecracker*

Rather than living for someone else, live at the moment for these matches against me!

Deal?

24.

*Neji looks at the firecracker*

N: Was it..

always so beautiful?

-

*the atmosphere lights up*

R: The fireworks have started.

Man, I really don't want summer to end..

N: Oi, don't take your eyes off.

R: Eh?

25.

N: I've lost.

R: Huh? Wha-??

*Lee notices that Neji's firecracker is out, his own is still burning*

I DID IT!!! GUY SENSEI...!!! OWOW... HOT!

N: Hey, we still have few more firecrackers.

Let's do it again.

I'm not gonna lose this time.

26.

*Neji smiles to himself*

N: Really.

... a big fool.

#rock lee #hyuga neji #neji hyuga #hinata hyuga #hyuga hinata #tenten #naruto #naruto fanart #stray translations #my translation

[mountswhore]

I need some angsty Christian in my life so maybe one where you and Christian have been long distance since you’re studying in America and you find out he slept with someone else after a night out. Once you found out you immediately broke up with him and cut off all contact and that just killed him so the next opportunity he had he got on a flight to come see you and try to win you back

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 — christian pulisic

summary: you're in NY for university, and christian cheats on you.

notes: requests are OPEN.

“How’s studying going?” Christian asked, staring at his phone screen as you walked around campus. You had called him as it was dark, and late, and you knew he’d be up. Honestly, you needed every reason to call him or talk to him, because being long-distance sucked.

“It’s going great,” you beamed, looking down at your phone and seeing him smiling. He looked cozy in bed, wearing the tracksuit you had bought him for his birthday last year. And he stared back at you, taking notice of your rosy cheeks and nose due to the cold New York weather, and he missed the sparkle only he could see in your eyes.

“Really? Because it doesn’t look like you’re doing much studying right now,” Christian laughed, earning a small giggle from you, “what are you doing, anyway? You’ve been outside for almost twenty minutes now.”

“I just came home from a coffee break with friends,” you told him, finally entering your dorm building and sighing in relief at the warmth, “and I'll have you know that I'm top of my class, and I'm ahead of my work."

"Yes you are, my smart girl. You'll never understand just how proud I am of you." His words were sweet, and true, and they had you feeling warmer inside than your dorm did.

Little did the both of you know, this was the last time you had spoken on a call. Christian had no idea of the night he was about to have, neither did you.

Night out tonight, I will call tomorrow, Christian texted, forgetting about his phone for the rest of the night. And you'd sent him a small heart in reply, getting back to reading through your notecards for an upcoming end of unit test.

Christian had no clue what tonight was celebrating, but he never turned down an invitation to party with his teammates and friends. Drinks were arriving at the table quicker than he could finish the last round, many people were coming up to the booth to chat to the boys surrounding him, and they were all having a genuinely good time. But Christian was stuck on you, he couldn't stop thinking about the distance.

You were thousands of miles from each other, and he hadn't been able to touch you, hold you, kiss you in months. The last time he'd seen you was when you'd come home for Christmas, and that wasn't nearly enough time with you.

It had been two hours, and Christian felt like a buzzkill. He felt as if he were bringing the mood down for everyone, moping around missing his girlfriend.

"Cheer up," a very clearly drunk Mason chirped, throwing his arm over Christian's shoulder, "come on, we're celebrating, having fun, Y/N would want you to have fun." And he was right, you would always encourage him to have fun, even when you were stuck in your dorm studying.

So Christian started to drink more, dance more, and he could barely make out who was who under the steaming lights. He could feel people dancing with him, holding him, and he'd finally let go. He didn't want to control his actions, think about anything, his mind was iced over and the alcohol was now taking the wheel.

You had woken up far too early, deciding to take a slow walk into the city to grab some coffee and breakfast before your exam this afternoon. It was still freezing, making you crave the material of Christian's hoodie, that was now wrapped around you as you left your building and walked through the chilly New York air.

You hadn't paid attention to your phone until you got back, and had only brushed off the constant buzzing as your Psychology group chat arranging a time to meet in the library to study, but once you were back in your dorm and packing your bag full of revision materials, you'd seen it was Ben.

You and Ben weren't close at all, but you often talked when you'd visit the training grounds to see Christian. You'd gotten his number as Christian had called you on his phone, and you'd only text in regards to Christian. So seeing 12 missed calls from Ben, was strange.

Ben: Y/N answer, please.

Ben: Please

Ben: It's important.

You were close to going into cardiac arrest, sitting at your desk as you shakily called Ben back. He'd answered immediately, sounding like he was about to throw up. What the fuck was going on?

"Y/N, listen, I need to talk to you," Ben spoke, his voice low and it only worried you more.

"Ben, what the fuck is going on? Is Christian okay?" You questioned, getting antsy now and no longer wanting to wait for Ben to just spill what had happened.

Ben sighed. "Last night, we all went out. I don't even know why, we were celebrating something. But Christian was sat like a grouch, refusing to have fun. I don't know what happened, but I disappeared to the toilets, and I came back to find him necking another girl."

Your sigh was shaky, you wanted to throw up. You couldn't say anything, despite the rush of thoughts in your head.

"I had to tell you, because I don't know if Christian will. Y/N, say something, please." Ben added, and you could hear the guilt dripping from his voice. But why would Ben be guilty? He wasn't an accomplice to Christian's affair.

"I have to go," you spoke, afraid to raise your voice above a whisper in fears of it breaking, "I have an exam in two hours."

Ben's heart clenched. He felt bad for telling you, especially before your exam, he knew how important your work was to you. It was all Christian spoke about, apart from how stunning you were. But he had to tell you, you had to know, he felt horrible about keeping it from you.

Your walk to the library was fast-paced, you had arrived ten minutes before your friends, leaving you to think about Christian and what he'd done. You couldn't understand it. He had never shown any disinterest in you, he was always the one to call and text you in the morning, he was always the one to call you his smart girl or tell you he was proud of you. It made no sense for him to just randomly cheat on you.

You had composed twenty different messages in the time you were waiting for your friends. And you'd settled on it the moment your friends came into view, this was it. No more thinking about Christian. You had given your friends a weak smile before greeting them, getting ready to revise for your exam in 90 minutes.

Christian had woken up to that message, and he was hunched over the side of the bed, rereading it. His heart heart as much as his head did now, he felt even more sick than he did yesterday, and now he had to get used to you being gone. He didn't want to, he could barely gather his memories of last night, and the hate he felt in his heart for himself had kept him in bed all day, like a magnet.

You left your exam in the late afternoon, declining the dinner invitation from your friends and deciding to have a quiet night in. And it took all of you not to call Christian, like you usually would after an exam, and tell him all about it. But you couldn't. He'd made his decision, and now you had to deal with the consequences.

You had gotten into bed, turning your laptop on and planning to watch Netflix, but it was forgotten quickly as you read the messages that came through to your phone. All from Christian.

C <3: I'm sorry

C <3: I'm so sorry, I don't have an excuse.

C <3: I don't remember last night at all, but I can't believe I've hurt you.

C <3: I love you, I need you. And I've ruined it.

C <3: I will get you back, I will. I will make this right, first plane to New York, and I'm on it.

#christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fic #christian pulisic fanfic

[metalbuckaroo]

“don’t forget who you belong to” and “bend over and spread your legs” with maybe dbf!steve or mafia!Steve? 👀😳

Its sooo fucking hot that my brain is mush, so hopefully this isn't too bad.

Smutty Dbf Steve under the cut-18 plus ONLY

Steve watched from outside as you talked to one of his co-worker's son, standing in front of the sink in his kitchen to help clean up after the barbecue at his house.

A few people still lingering in his backyard in different conversations and helping with the mess that was left behind. But Steve couldn't seem to look away from the large window that gave him full view of how close the boy was standing.

You could feel the prying eyes, glancing from the dishes you were drying to meet Steve's burning gaze. A mischievous smirk tugging your lips as you turned to fully face the boy who was only a couple years older.

Steve sat down the trashcan he was throwing empty cups and packages in and walked to the backdoor, opening it just as your fingers grazed the arm of the man you were talking to.

The glare Steve gave made him back away, squeezing past Steve's broad form to go back outside.

Rolling your eyes, you went back to drying the dishes and stacking them at the side of the sink. Steve moving to stand behind you.

"What do you think you're doing?" You said quietly, looking out of the window to find where your dad was standing. "I was gonna ask you the same thing, honey."

His large hands gripped your hips, lips brushing the shell of your ear and placing a kiss just under your ear as he kept his eyes trained on what your father was doing. "Don't forget who you belong to." He said lowly, pressing his hips against you.

"Last I checked, I didn't belong to anyone." You quipped, one of his hands slipping between your thighs and up the front of your skirt. "Really now? You were telling me different just this morning." He hummed, a soft squeak passing your lips when the pads of his fingers ghosted over your clothed folds.

"That was before you ignored me for the whole day." You grumbled, trying to lean away from him, only to be pulled back into his sturdy chest. "Didn't know you were so needy for my attention, sweetie. I'll make it up to you, if ya want."

You could feel his chest rumbling with his deep voice, your breath catching in your throat when his soft lips brushed the side of your neck. "You look very pretty today. Did I tell you that already?" He hummed, your hands resting on his forearm that was around you. The thumb of his other hand rubbing the skin on your inner thigh.

"Yes, you did." You said softly, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingers slipped in the side of your underwear. "Steve-" you warned, swallowing thickly.

"Sh, someone's coming."

You let out a breath when he moved away, opening the fridge as the backdoor opened again. One of the neighbors walking in with a container of baked goods.

"I'm leaving these here for you, since you don't have someone to make any for you." She said, holding it out to him as he gave her that kind smile that crinkled his eyes.

"Thank you, so much." He said, holding a hand over his heart. "Any time you want more, just come on over."

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you pulled the cabinet door open to start putting the dishes away. Ignoring the woman's flirty tone.

This is how it'd been for months since you moved back home after college. One encounter with the 6 foot something, sturdy built, blonde behind your dad's back led to many more.

Having filthy things whispered in your ear to make your heart race and breathing hitch before he was walking away, showing his sweet side that did nothing but crack jokes and want to help out.

Swearing one day, he'd break down and tell his best friend that he'd been seeing his daughter. Which made you nervous and excited all at once.

A brisk slap to your backside snapped you away from your thoughts, looking over at the winking blonde as he nodded his head towards the hallway.

One last glance out of the window and you were following behind him to his bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Bend over and spread your legs. Gotta make this fast." Steve ordered, gesturing his eyes to the dresser as his nimble fingers pulled at his belt.

Your stomach flipped in excitement, leaning on your forearms against the dark wood and doing as he said before your skirt was flipped up and panties pooled at your ankles.

Gently biting your lip, your head dropped forward, a soft moan passing your lips when his thick head slid through your folds.

"Shit-" you gasped out when he stretched your walls around him in a swift thrust, feeling your legs threatening to give out already from the fullness.

He didn't waste time to pick up speed, hips slamming into yours with huffed out moans. His calloused hands pawing at the front of your dress until your breasts spilled out so he could knead them in his palms.

"Unless you want everyone to hear the filthy sounds you make for me, be quiet." Steve said through gritted teeth, holding back his own groans from the way you were squeezing him so soon.

You mustered a nodded, biting your lips into your mouth and digging your nails into your palms in attempt to keep quiet. Not realizing that you were holding your breath until his hips slowed. "Breathe, angel." He panted, massaging down to your waist as you exhaled.

Steve leaned down to bite a mark into the skin just above the neckline of your dress, thrusts returning to the relentless pace from before as the pressure in your core started to crest higher and higher.

The only thing holding you up when the wave of white hot pleasure coursed your veins being Steve's grip on your waist as you choked back a moan.

His fingers dug into your sides, hips grinding into yours as he filled you with ropes of his thick release and the zipper of his jeans scratched the backs of your thighs.

He slipped out of you with a satisfied hum, not realizing how wobbly your legs were when he let go to pull your underwear back up.

Your knees buckled and his hand reached to press against your stomach. "Woah, now. Dont fall, I got ya." He said, waiting until you were standing steady before bending to slip your underwear back up your legs.

"We should probably get back out there." You sighed, turning to face him. "Mhm," he cradled your face in his hands, placing a light kiss to your lips. "We'll tell him soon, sweetheart."

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CANDY: Chapter 2

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SUMMARY: Eren arrives to talk business with Venus' owner. In the process of doing so, that's when he sees you.

WARNINGS: Unedited.

PAIRING: Mob Boss! Eren Jaeger x Fem!Stripper!Reader

(A/N: As always the reader is referenced as black. Unedited all mistakes are my own. This chapter is written mainly in third person.)

Eren was driving his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class in silence.

It was deafening, but he really needed a moment to think to himself, with all the drama that involved being in the mafia he was always going.

Aside from his money missing, he had bigger problems to deal with. He was in a rivalry with another group and he really needed to speak with Franko to see what was going on.

Pulling up to the club parking lot he had shut down the ignition. Getting outside of the vehicle, Eren looked at the large bright building. Noticing the long line-up of people and the bouncer that was preventing him from entering Venus’ tall doors.

Eren hadn’t really been going out too much, after all there was a bounty on his head. He still wanted a chance to get out of that building and this would be one of his chances to do so.

Eren didn’t want to wait in line so he approached the front to cut the line.

“Back of the line!” The bouncer didn't even look at him.

“I’m not going to the back. It’s either you let me in or I can have a talk with your boss, let’s be smart about this.” Eren remarked back.

“It’s VIP only.”

“I’m not too sure if you understand what I'm saying. Let me be a bit more clear. The name’s Eren Jaeger, I’m sure you recognize my name, yeah?” The bouncer's eyes widened, finally giving Eren a full glance.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jaeger! I thought you were someone else!" Without saying another word the bouncer moved to the side, making way for him to go through.

As Eren was about to walk through the doors he turned around to speak with the man. "It's all good. I'll just talk with your boss about it." Eren smirked leaving the man in panic.

Upon entering the doors Eren looked around. He hadn’t been at Venus’ in a long time. Almost a year to be exact. The last time he was here was to deal with business. Ironically, today he was here for the same reason.

Walking through the doors of the neon lit club he had noticed that it smelt strangely sweet. A mixed scent of alcohol and perfume filled the air as loud music was booming.

It looked different than last time, Eren thought to himself. Armin did tell him tonight was different than other nights, but he wasn't expecting this big of a change.

The club was packed to what looked like full capacity, a mix of both men & women. Everyone was all over the place in different rooms and areas. Money scattered all across the dark floors. Drinks being served and the sounds of bottles being popped.

Eren walked towards the club's bar, “Can I get a Jack Daniels, neat. Your boss too, tell him it’s Eren.”

The bartender nodded their head calling some girl named Jessica over. Whispering something into her ear the blonde women left heading towards a pair of doors that said ‘STAFF ONLY’ not too far away from the bar.

Eren watched as two other girls began to grab the remaining money off the center of the main stage stuffing them into the gold bags they were holding, heading towards the same doors where the blonde had left.

Guess another one’s about to go up, Eren thought while taking a sip of his whisky.

With the music slowly fading out, the sound of the announcer’s voice was quick to replace it, “Presenting to you, Venus’ very own sweetest and definitely most delicious, Candy!”

The moving blue beam lights turned into a neon pink and purple while the music changed, Candy by Doja Cat began to play throughout the club.

Eren’s eyes were looking at the stage. He never recalled anyone who was working here by that name before. He wanted to see who it was as his curiosity once again was getting the best of him, to be fair he was waiting anyways.

Eren watched the girl as she slowly walked through the thick beaded curtains her hips moving side to side.

The woman called Candy, wrapped her hands around the silver pole. Her body moving and rolling in tune with the music.

Eren couldn't take his eyes off of her, it was like she’d put him under a spell.

Candy began walking around with her hands on the pole, lifting her legs as she to begun to spin around.

With her long hair flowing behind her, she wrapped one foot around the pole as she turned her body upside down.

The way she moved her body was truly captivating, Eren didn’t know much about this type of work but he could tell by the way she was moving that she’d put in a lot of practice and hard work.

Eren watched as the women slid into the splits from in the air to the floor. Money being tossed into the air, falling on to the floor as she slid some of the bills into her bra and panties.

Eren felt the confidence and sex appeal ooze right off her. He had seen dancers before but something about him intrigued her. He wanted, no he needed to know who she was.

“A beauty that one is. Ain’t she?” A voice spoke from over his shoulder.

Erens eye broke off from the women on stage to see who was speaking to him.

It was Franko, he began speaking again. “Been here for six months. That one. Sure knows how to captivate a crowd too.”

Eren turned to look at the man, taking another sip of the whiskey that he realized he hadn’t finished. “I came to talk to you. It’s important.”

Franko led Eren to the back room sitting down as Eren followed. “I know you’re here for the money Eren, I was gonna give it to you. You know I never miss a payment.”

“I know you do. Do you have the money though?” Eren looked at Franko sternly.

“It’s right here.” Eren watched as Franko pulled out three large stacks of cash sliding it to him.

“You came all this way for this? You usually send someone else.” Franko asked as his hands motioned towards the money.

“Yes and no. We’ve been having some tampering issues with the other group; it seems from the information I've been receiving they’ve been coming here more than usual. I’d go into further detail, but it seems too many of them are here tonight and I've been back here for way too long.” Eren explained.

“I see. I’ll come give you a visit.”

“The women that was on stage, can I have a private room with her?”

“Candy? She’s booked out for the night.”

“I’ll pay double.” Eren remarked, while flashing a wad of cash at the man.

“I'll see what I can do.” Franko sighed out.

“Perfect, hold on to my money. I'll come and get the it later tonight.”

“Mr. Walter?” The women named Candy asked.

“No, he won’t be seeing you tonight.” Eren said.

“Then who are you?”

“Your client for tonight. Is there a problem?” Eren slyly smirked.

Candy looked at the man as she held her head high. “As long as you got the paper, I ain’t got no complaints.”

“Good.” Eren said leaning back into the red plush chair.

Candy began to walk to Eren moving her body seductively, she then sat on Eren’s lap as she began to grind on him.

“So, what’s your name?” Eren asked

“I’m sure you already know I saw you watching me on stage. I should be asking you that.” Candy responded tilting his head up with one of her fingers.

“It’s Eren Jaeger, but you can call me Eren. Now, can I get your real name?”

“Candy. That's all you’re gonna get.”

Eren watched the women continue her movements.

“I want to ask you something?”

“Mhm, what is it?” Candy moved her hands against Eren’s chest.

“I want to offer you a proposal.” Eren whispered in her ear.

“I’m listening.” Candy turned her body to face Eren continuing to straddle him while moving her hips.

“There's something about you I like. I'd like you to work for me.”

“Work for you hm? And what would I be doing?”

“A few task and errands, here and there.”

“Mr. Jaeger, is it?”

Eren looks at her while nodding his head.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything I want you say? I advise you tread carefully Mr. Jaeger. You don’t know me like that.”

A loud noise made the women halt her movements.

“I guess time’s up Mr. Jaeger. I'll think about it.” The women whispered into Erens Ear lifting herself off to leave.

“Can I at least see you?” Eren asked, while softly grabbing Candy by the wrist.

“I think you’ve seen enough of me tonight. Until next time, Mr. Jaeger.”

Eren watched through low eyes as Candy left through the door.

Leaving him without her name and face alongside another issue, one where he had to fix himself.

Letting out a heavy sigh Eren titled his head back with one thought on his mind.

Who was that woman?

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