#(because multiple of them said they couldn't help me. they were recommended for people with issues like mine)

[anomalousmancunt]

begging USians to realize their experiences are not only not universal, but extremely rare in comparison to basically the rest of the world. Brits too, actually. specially regarding disability and chronic illness.

[originalaccountname]

Sorry to bother you but I’ve been getting into BSD and Chuuya’s my fave, but I’ve been seeing some contradictory things in fanfic so…

Does Chuuya actually have a god sealed inside him? I thought it was just like his power without limitations and was dubious of those takes, but since eldritch beings can apparently be a thing (and not an ability), I think it could be plausible either way.

Though even if it’s not I can see why people would use that route for some good angst.

This is not a bother at all! This is something I very much like to talk about

if you're really new I do recommend you go read both "Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen Years Old" and "STORM BRINGER" light novels (but SB especially), not only are they great books with Chuuya as the focal point but they will help answer your question in depth (you can buy the English translations but I can help you find the translation online if that's what you need, just message me again)

The short version is that Arahabaki being an actual god, a separate entity from Chuuya that has a personality/a voice/desires, is a common fanon trope, but not a canon fact. The truth is more complex and much more fun, lore-wise, in my opinion

And now the long version, because I'm passionate about this and this is my excuse to deep dive into it (spoilers for Fifteen)

In Fifteen, Chuuya says this:

Chuuya himself presents "Arahabaki" as nothing more than pure power. No thoughts, no personality, but powerful for sure.

That phrasing in Fifteen created a lot of confusion I think, talking about gods as real but also not:

But I think it's more of a symbolic reference, talking about immense power that seem out of this world. Because in practice, as Chuuya said before, "Arahabaki" is simply raw power, not an entity. You can't pray to it, it can't understand you, it can't perform miracles (which is why he knew the Old Boss couldn't have been brought back by Arahabaki and it was all nonsense from the start)

I'm also putting part of the blame on the anime, where they decided (while not being exactly wrong either, out of context it's weird) to illustrate Chuuya "floating in a bluish-black darkness, surrounded by a transparent seal" and being pulled out by a hand:

like this:

When, if you actually reread that part in the novel with knowledge about Storm Bringer, it's actually this moment that was being referred to:

Which brings us to Storm Bringer! (heavy spoilers I'm serious)

"Project Arahabaki" was the Japanese government's attempt to create an ability weapon from an individual. They wanted to craft a singularity that could be used multiple times, thus granting them access to power that should not be accessible normally. They based their research on what France had discovered through Verlaine. The objective is to create a massive energy output through a self-contradicting ability, for which you need a vessel:

Chuuya is the device. "Arahabaki" is the massive energy. That massive energy can control gravity to the point of being able to create localized black holes! N implied that part of the lab's work for the Arahabaki Project was to modify Chuuya's body to be able to withstand the constant gravity effects on it so he doesn't just die. Chuuya's normal use of his ability doesn't seem to have any drastic effects on him, and his physical resilience (to getting hit, stabbed, poisoned, shot, electrocuted, to going through a black hole) does seem to imply they did succeed at least in part.

And this bit here explains why "Arahabaki" was the chosen name for the project; unexplained phenomena across History that can be linked to an ability going haywire, but were attributed to god-like interventions at the time. So you're a funny little mad scientist, you read research papers from another mad scientist that named their own creation after a mythological monster, and you decide to do the same with your own local folklore.

But!

There's still something to be said about how "Arahabaki" is a singularity, and therefore, has its own set of rules. Chuuya does loose control, Chuuya does regress to a sort of destructive instinct while under Corruption. But "Arahabaki" is still no more than an ability singularity. Here's what is said about Guivre and Arahabaki:

They are both singularity life-forms. They exist because they are singularities; outside of it, they are nothing. The inner workings of abilities are still mysterious, but most of them have a link to their wielder's desires. For example, Atsushi's Tiger is there to protect him, a mirror to his will to live no matter what. Verlaine's Guivre is similar:

Guivre was a beast born out of Verlaine's loneliness and resulting hatred. He felt deeply alone in not feeling/being human, and through Pan's (his "creator") special "programming" of Verlaine's ability, N was able to trigger the true form of his singularity with that flare gun and metal powder, which took the form of Guivre. It's what the hat was supposed to prevent, but Verlaine had already lost it by then.

Chuuya's Arahabaki is probably similar. Its first apparition was when Rimbaud tried to absorb him and use his ability for himself, and any subsequent use is linked to grief and survival. Basically, if they're their own entities, they are still born in a specific context and deeply linked to the original ability user's character. And Arahabaki? Only exists if Chuuya uses his activation phrase to get rid of the limitations put into place to prevent him from exploding:

More about about Corruption: SB is kind enough to give us an explanation on how the nullification process works, right here:

Chuuya's self-contradicting ability makes him able to control gravity through the sheer amount of energy it creates by permanently interacting with itself. It is kept under control through the use of an activation phrase, O grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again, which, after being either said or thought by Chuuya, will open his "Gate" (which I'm interpreting as a blocker put in place by the lab so the singularity doesn't just kill him, like those poor people they mentioned existed through History), and by opening it, "free Arahabaki's true power" (aka Corruption). When Dazai uses his ability on him, the base self-contradicting ability is nullified, which cancels out the singularity taking place, which stops Corruption and allows that "Gate" to close again. The red markings are there because they're cool and fun.

To conclude, I'll let Dazai do the honors:

bonus: what does that mean for Chuuya's ability?

bons 2: Perceived timeline of Chuuya's past and what happened to to create confusion around his humanity

[dameronology]

love in an elevator (natasha romanoff)

summary: nothing will make you confront your ex like being trapped in a lift with her

warnings: language

eugh two natasha fics in a night?? no regrets. i love my wife. enjoy.

jazz xx

The key to a break up, you had come to learn, was distance.

Distance and space and time apart and whatever other bullshit it was that Vogue recommended every week. Maybe a glass of wine or two here and there, and a night out with your closest friends. You'd cycled through that process ten times over but getting distance from Natasha Romanoff felt near enough fucking impossible when she was quite literally everywhere. At work, in the office, at the Avengers HQ, in the streets. New York had become a thousand times smaller after your break-up.

Seeing her at work was unavoidable. After all, that was how you'd met. Natasha was easy enough to get on with back then; she was blunt and straight to the point but it was clear she cared deeply about the people she loved. You never imagined being one of them yourself, but when she'd asked you out after a few weeks of casual flirting and longing glances, it was hard to remember a time when you weren't. And not only were you somebody she loved, you were the person she loved most. The person she wanted to come home to everyday; the one she laid herself bare too and would have stopped at nothing to make you happy.

It had been a good year and a half. All smiles and a few rocky days here and there, but you never wanted to leave Natasha's side. She'd never pictured buying herself a ring for anyone, or even considering the idea of marriage, but the day she proposed had been the best of your life. Multiple promises had been made that day. I'll love you forever and I'm never taking this ring off.

Promises, as it was, were made to be broken.

Work got hard for both of you. Missions and long trips apart and your relationship basically becoming long distance. Each factor a tiny nail in your coffin but Natasha Romanoff would have been lying if she said she wasn't the one building said coffin and holding the fucking hammer. Because for every day she spent away from you was a day that she took a step back to her old ways. She became a closed off woman all over again, shutting you out and refusing to talk.

You'd have been a fool to let her treat you that way. Leaving was hard but like hell were you going to let her drag you down with her. She'd lost herself and now she'd lost you too.

Your break-up had been a wake up call. She'd gotten better - gone to therapy, started talking to people again, come back into herself. At that point she could have begged you to take her back, but what use was it? There was no promise that she wouldn't do the same again. The risk of hurting you was too high.

So, Natasha kept her distance and so did you - where you could, at least. Getting into an elevator with her wasn't ideal but you were running late for your meeting and hell, you couldn't wait any longer. That had been your main worry right then -standing next to your ex, wondering if you'd make it in on time- but as soon as the elevator shuddered to a halt and the lights went out, those worries seemed like a fucking vacation.

"Are you kidding me?" you huffed. "Tony Stark spends millions on this building but he cheaps out on the elevators?"

"Hey, it's fine," Natasha said - stoic as ever, but just as jittery as you. Not so much at the situation - it was hard to be worried about being stuck in a lift when you'd fought aliens - but rather at who she was with. "You just gotta press the emergency button-"

She stopped, watching as you began to punch the bright red button multiple times.

"Only once, though," Nat continued. "You don't want to break it."

"Jeez thanks, Natasha," you muttered. "Wisdomful, as always."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Well, you're not!" you snapped. "I'm running late for a meeting and I do not need this right now."

"This being stuck in a lift or this being stuck in a lift with me?"

You huffed. "Does it matter? I don't have time for this."

"We're literally stuck in an elevator," she shot back. "I'd argue you have all the time in the world."

"Fine," you muttered. "I don't like being stuck in elevators at the best of times but being stuck in one with my ex-girlfriend -my ex-fiance, even - is a little less desirable."

She gave you a smile. "There we go."

Natasha gracefully placed her bag down and took a seat on the floor of the elevator. She pulled a book out the front pocket and began to read, clearly not phased by the situation. You let out another loud sigh and threw your own briefcase to the ground, clumsily taking a seat beside her. Her green eyes flickered up from the pages, giving you another smile. This was so you. Making a scene, being over-dramatic at the slightest inconvenience. She'd been the reasonable one in your relationship.

Pulling out your phone, you began to violently type something.

"Who are you messaging?" she asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're about to crack your phone screen with how hard you're typing."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm messaging Tony to let him know what a dickhead he is."

"I don't think Tony's to blame-"

"- look, Natasha. My morning is ruined and I'm going to get so much shit from Fury for missing this meeting that I need to let it out, okay?" you cut her off. "Sometimes, it's just easier to have someone to blame."

"Do you blame me for our break-up?"

Your brows shot up, eyes widening. Okay, you hadn't expected that question. There hadn't been much conversation about your break-up. You'd just told Nat you were leaving and she hadn't argued. Even when you wanted her to - even when you were ready to beg and implore and beseech for her to want you to stay - you'd stayed quiet.

"W-what?" you stuttered. "No, of course not."

"Are you sure?"

"There are a lot of things in that situation that I'm not sure of but that isn't one of them," you insisted. "I don't blame you or me or anyone. I mean...yeah, you coulda tried harder but - why are we even talking about this?"

Natasha shrugged. "Like I said, we're stuck in a lift. Seems like a sign from the universe to ask this stuff."

"Right," you replied. "No, I don't blame you and no, I don't hate you and yes, I forgive you for anything you think I might be holding against you. Any more questions?"

"Do you miss me?" she quietly asked. "I miss you."

"All the time, Nat," you said. "Sorry I iced you out."

"You did what you had to," Natasha reasoned. "And quite honestly, I iced you out first, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

'I think...I think that losing you was the wake-up call I needed," she admitted. "For what it's worth, you're the reason I got better. The reason I am better."

You shrugged. "It's just what I do."

"Yeah, okay," Natasha laughed. "One more question -do you hate me for not calling you?"

"Yeah, a little," you said. "I guess some part of me always hoped that there was still a chance for us."

"Maybe there is."

You glanced over at her, eyebrows raised. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"Okay," you replied. "Dinner tomorrow night then?"

Natasha nodded, glancing back down at her book. "Yeah, sounds good."

[motomamita]

Blood, Sweat and Ice. Part 2.

Part. 1

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: When eddie thought he had everything under control, the past returns putting everything at risk.

Warnings: smut, +18, manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of depression, cursing, idk sis.

Do not translate or copy this!

6 months later.

The summer sun was beating down with all its heat that afternoon in Hawkins. For that reason, almost all of the citizens were inside the StarCourt enjoying the air conditioning and the various varieties of food to enjoy the heat.

Eddie Munson was no exception. Sitting in one of the comfortable seats at Scoops Ahoy, he directed his gaze to the clock on the wall and the entrance to the premises. She would have to be arriving at any moment, and so she was.

(Y/n) was present at the premises when the clock reached 15:30 in the afternoon. She was wearing a white tank top that perfectly matched her torso. Eddie had seen her wearing that same garment a few days ago when he saw her leave class. She entered the place head down and trying to make as little eye contact as possible with the people who were there. To the rest she was invisible, but to Eddie she had become his whole world.

He continued to observe her clothing, surprised to see her wearing Bermuda shorts that reached above her knees. It was the first time in the last 6 months that she wore something that showed her legs, or at least a large part of them. Eddie knew this very well because he had been following her ever since. However, that garment seemed not to be to her liking because she was wearing a summer kimono that reached her ankles, hiding the multiple and visible scars. The summer heat had forced her to wear something cooler, but the insecurity on her legs led her to try to hide it as much as possible.

Eddie couldn't help but pout in saddnes. He adored her legs, and it seemed sad to see how hidden she was because of her insecurity. After all, those marks were for him a memory of the first contact with her.

(Y/n) approached the counter and hugged herself, hiding her legs with the long garment and admiring the variety of flavors. Robin Buckley wasted no time in approaching her to take her order. Eddie got up quickly from his place and walked up to them, standing next to (y/n) at a good distance.

"I recommend the lemon one. It is usually the most requested in this hot season." Robin spoke, looking up and meeting Eddie's watchful gaze.

"It's true, the lemon one is my favourite." Eddie commented placing one of his hands in the back pocket of his pants.

The attention of both girls went directly to him, especially that of (y/n) who had not noticed his presence near her. There was a silence that was interrupted by Steve Harrington, who had been watching a restless Eddie for half an hour.

"I'll take care of her, go to the cash register Robin." He ordered with a serious expression on his face, he didn't like Eddie's presence there. Much less close to (y/n) because he, like the whole group, knew what Eddie had done.

Robin didn't refuse and walked away, leaving the 3 of them in a tense silence.

"I think…I think I'll go for the lemon one." She timidly talked, puzzled by the whole situation. Steve nodded and began to assemble the ice cream.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who constantly flushed.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who instantly blushed.

"We don't do charity here, Munson. You have to pay to order." Harrington replied curtly.

"Who said I had no money, huh?" He asked amused as he took out a 2 for 1 coupon from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. "I'm going to pay for her ice cream, and you're going to give me mine for free."

"No need, I can pay for it myself..." (y/n) was interrupted by Eddie's voice.

"My treat, it's not every day you see girls as pretty as you, sweetheart." Eddie stroked her hair lovingly as she whispered 'thank you', surprised by his words. "Hurry up Big Boy, I don't want our sundaes to melt."

Steve tightened his grip on the spoon and bit down on her inner cheek, grudgingly complying.

And so, they both sat at one of the tables alone and began to get to know each other. Well, rather, Eddie reviewed almost all of (y/n)'s life as she told him about it, believing that this was new to him. The fact was that Eddie knew everything about her, or at least most of the events in her life since the last 6 months. He knew it was Billy Hargrove who found her in the locker room bleeding until she fell unconscious. He knew that the attack was the topic of conversation in all of Hawkins for at least the next 3 months. Billy had been singled out by the main culprit in the early days because of his reputation until evidence to the contrary was proven. Hargrove was released and it didn't take him long to accompany (y/n) for the first few weeks until he walked away from her, stating that he no longer felt the same way.

For her part, (y/n) had spent weeks in intensive care due to the severity of the cuts. Eddie had come to hurt part of her tendons, questioning whether she would be able to walk once she recovered. Miraculously, (y/n) was able to walk normally despite the discouraging initial diagnosis. However, her legs no longer had the strength of before, and that led her to never be able to ice skate again. Eddie knew that the news caused (y/n) to fall into a severe depression that led her to attend therapy every Thursday afternoon. There were also consequences due to the notable scars on her legs and the insecurity that showed them to the world. And finally there was the fear that this attacker would hurt her again. Because yes, the police never found a culprit despite having a lot of evidence and witnesses in front of their noses. So that incident had been forgotten by most, and that was in Eddie's favor.

Munson did not rest in those last months. Since that fateful night in the locker room, he had not stopped thinking about that girl. On her lips, her body and everything that had to do with her. He not only wanted to know more, but he also wanted to have her again. He wanted to be able to be a part of her life because she, without knowing it, was already a part of his. For that same reason, he investigated and followed her until he was finally able to approach her again. And this time, he would never let her go.

1 year later.

"Why are you in such a rush, Eds? I couldn't finish eating my birthday cake!" (y/n) groaned laughing as Eddie led her by the hand jogging back to his truck, away from the restaurant.

"Don't worry about it, I have a present at home that you will love!"

Eddie had accomplished his mission; now (y/n) was his girlfriend. Since that afternoon at Scoops Ahoy they had become inseparable and it wasn't long before they formalized a serious relationship. Eddie had managed to gain her absolute trust, and she had decided to give this boy a chance, who seemed to be everything she needed. Eddie adapted so that he could provide her with everything she needed, while she was more surprised every day by how right he seemed to be for her. He left substance and drug abuse behind, changing it to a total obsession with (y/n). He got a job as a guitar teacher in a school for children with different needs, and thus managed to earn a good reputation not only with the citizens but also with the parents of (y/n). She, for her part, was in her last year of high school and was preparing to teach as well, being an ice skating teacher for the younger children. Everything seemed to be going well, if not for Eddie's 'friends'.

Eddie drove to (y/n's) house. Once they got out of the truck, he covered her eyes with his bandana and helped her walk into the house. Laughing and stumbling they reached the living room, he removed the bandana from her eyes and the lights in the room came on.

"Surprise!" They yelled in unison.

There were Eddie's 'friends', who soon became friends with (y/n) after the two started dating. There were balloons everywhere and colored garlands were falling from the ceiling. Nancy Wheeler held a birthday cake in her hands with several candles burning and waiting to be blown out. (Y/n) didn't take long to approach and turn them off, she was still surprised by the presence of all her friends there. Robin Buckley was quick to put a birthday hat on (y/n), who laughed as Eddie struggled with his own hair to get into his own. Jonathan Byers wasted no time in helping Nancy with the cake, bringing plates and silverware to start cutting it.

Soon, everyone made themselves comfortable in the armchairs and tasted the cake while chatting calmly. (Y/n) was listening intently to Nancy talking about her upcoming skating competition. After the incident, the competition was postponed until weeks later, where Nancy won first place and began her winning streak until today.

"Well, well, well. We're tired of hearing how you win all the competitions, Nancy. We already know how talented you are." Eddie applauded drawing everyone's attention and winking mischievously at the one with curlers. "I think it's time for my girl to say a few words." He ran his hand over the bare thighs of (y/n), who had decided to put on a dress that showed much of her legs. "Come on, say something." He cheer her up

She put the plate on the table and quickly looked at everyone, looking for the words to start talking.

"Well, first of all I want to thank you guys for this beautiful surprise that you prepared for me. Seriously, I didn't expect it..."

"It was my idea." Eddie reported proud of how well all his preparations went. (Y/n) smiled at him and kept talking.

"This last year was one of the best of my life, counting this birthday." She couldn't hide her smile. "I never thought I would meet such wonderful people in my life, I am lucky to have them by my side."

Eddie reached out with one of his hands and smoothed (y/n's) hair, drawing his full attention.

"And Eddie...I really don't know where my life would be without you." Those present looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, uncomfortable. "After what happened to me I thought no one would ever love me or accept me again. But you did and I am grateful to you."

"Oh my girl..." Eddie whispered with a small smile on his face.

"I am sure that destiny brought us together to never separate us. I am very happy with you." (y/n) smiled embarrassed at how cheesy her speech had become.

Eddie laughed and soon hugged her tight, hiding her head on his chest. Nancy and Jonathan smiled awkwardly, while Robin played with one of the goblins to avoid making visual contact with Eddie.

"I think it's time for everyone to go home." Steve Harrington spoke for the first time, tired of all the charade Eddie had gotten them into.

"So early? I wanted you to stay and open my presents." (y/n) pouted and got up from her place, imitating her friends who began to collect their jackets and bags.

"For next year it will be." Robin spoke walking towards the entrance.

"Besides, I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to do while your parents are away, (y/n)." Nancy commented mischievously, playfully tapping her friend's shoulder.

"That's right. Now, go, go, go!" Eddie pushed them slightly out of the house while the others said goodbye.

At midnight, Eddie got ready to wash the dishes while (y/n) opened the gifts that were on the table one by one. There were several and each one had the name of whoever brought it. Nancy and Jonathan brought her an agenda so that (y/n) could organize herself with her first skating classes. Robin gave her a record by her favorite band, and Steve several Scoops Ahoys coupons. (Y/n) smiled and placed each gift lovingly to one side. There was only one letter left on the table. She grabbed it and noticed that it had no name of who had made it. She was about to yell at Eddie to ask if it was his but stopped when she heard him sing while he was still in the kitchen.

Carefully, she opened the letter, took out the paper inside, and began to read.

'Eddie was the one who attacked you in the locker room. Nancy paid him to do it so she could win the competition. Now he's obsessed with you. Everyone in the group knows but no one dares to tell you. Be careful with Eddie.'

Her mind went blank, trying to process what she had read. It wasn't until Eddie's voice pulled her out of the trance, startling her.

"I'm done cleaning, now I want my dessert.. What are you reading?"

(Y/n) moved her hand to prevent Eddie from grabbing the letter but he was quicker, taking it from her hands and reading it instantly. When Eddie looked back at his girlfriend, she was glassy-eyed and shaking with fear or rage, or maybe both. He tried to get closer but she jerked back.

"Love... I don't know who dared to write such an atrocity but I swear..." Eddie put his hands to his chest and put on his best face of innocence.

"Do you swear to me what? That you will find him and attack him like you did me?" She raised her voice annoyed at his hypocrisy. "Are you going to cut off his hands? His neck, huh? Tell me Eddie! Why did you do it?! Why?!" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I would never be capable of something like that, you know me..." Eddie took a few steps closer and crouched down, trying not to look threatening to her.

"No, the truth is that I don't know you at all." Quickly all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.

"Of course you do know me..."

"No, I only know the version you created to get to me. The version you used to gain my trust, my love, my life!" Eddie shook his head slightly, trying to convince her that she was wrong. "My life, Eddie! How much did my life cost? My legs and my career? 100 bucks? 200? Or maybe a blowjob from Nancy?"

"God, no! What are you talking about!? I... I never..." Eddie stammered nervously.

"Tell me it wasn't you." She spoke stern. "Tell me you weren't the one who abused me and ruined my life that night. Tell me, Eddie."

A sepulchral silence formed in the room. (Y/n) heard the beating of her own heart at a thousand per hour. Eddie was trying to talk to himself that he could still deny everything and fix the situation. Lie.

"I... I didn't..." He whispered looking into her eyes but he couldn't make eye contact. He was screwed. "Shit, shit, shit." Eddie looked down and hit his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

(Y/n) sobbed when she saw that it was all true. She had been dating the attacker, the person who ruined her life forever. She took advantage of the moment that Eddie was still distracted to get out of there. She wanted to run, she wanted to escape from him. Walk away. She tried to go out the door but Eddie blocked her.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice came out grim. "To take refuge with your friends?" Eddie clenched his fist angrily.

"Anywhere is better if I'm far from you." She muttered angrily, staring at him. Eddie's eyes were no longer sweet and tender, but cold and full of hate.

"Are you going to sleep with idiot Steve?" Eddie looked down, taking a better look at the girl who was trying to calm down.

"Maybe." She responded defiantly.

"I'm sure it was him who wrote that. Damn bastard." He bit his lips angrily and looked at a fixed point on the wall. "You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" He looked at her again.

(Y/n) took a breath and pushed Eddie hard, out of her way and heading towards the front door. She heard his hurried footsteps behind her until he took her arm, holding her in place.

"Without me you are nobody, (y/n)." She turned to look at him in surprise. "Everything you have is thanks to ME."

"It isn't true." Eddie gave a mocking laugh when he saw her hurt by his words.

"Your 'friends' were mine first. Without me you would not have found your passion for teaching skating either..."

"You cut off my legs!" She interrupted him now crying with rage.

"I know, I know! I was wrong, maybe, I don't know!" Eddie raised his voice even higher, scaring her. "But thanks to that now you're better with me. Or do you think that Hargrove would have dated you longer? He only saw you as a hole to discharge his sexual desires."

"Don't talk about Billy..." Tears fell from the girl's eyes.

"Look at him now! He left as soon as he saw your legs! He can't bear the thought of being with someone like you!" Eddie brought his other hand to the girl's cheek. "On the other hand, I loved you from the moment I saw you on the track. And even more after your recovery." He softened the tone of his voice, trying not to scare her further. "I really love you, (y/n). I was the one who helped you not to feel ashamed of who you are, but proud of being able to get out of a situation like this."

"You doomed me, Eddie." She cry.

"No, no, no. I didn't." Eddie knelt in front of her, bringing his hands to her waist and holding on tight. "I was responsible for us being together now, happy with each other. Don't you see, I adore you with all my damn soul. I was wrong, I admit it. But this is not the time to repent and look back, there is keep going."

(y/n) brought one of her hands to Eddie's cheek, caressing him. I was falling into his trap again. Falling before the king of manipulation that was Edwards Munson.

"What I want most now is a future with you and no one else. But I need you to trust me, that you know how to forgive me and accept that everything I did was because I love you." Eddie whispered as the first tears began to fall from his brown eyes. "Say it, love. Say you trust me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes, focusing on Eddie's caresses on her waist and on his sobs. She was not going to deny it, she loved him very much.

"I trust you." She finally spoke opening her eyes and looking at him. Eddie smiled happily, stopping crying.

"To show you how much I love you, I want to start over with you, (y/n). Hawkins is no longer safe for us." She shook her head slightly, according to his words. "There are a lot of people here who want to hurt us. Hurt you. And I'm not going to allow that."

"What will we do then?" She asked, totally swayed by him.

"We're getting the fuck out of this town. We're going to Houston." Eddie stated, still kneeling in front of her.

"Houston?.."

"I have money saved, we can buy the tickets and go together. I have some friends there who can give us a hand, until I get a job." Eddie already had everything planned for weeks. It was smelled that someone would end up telling the truth.

"And the skating?.."

"You can teach there. I know that there are many more opportunities there and several tracks need teachers. I want you to fulfill your dream." Eddie took one of his hands and put it on her belly, caressing it. "We can start a family. We can start now. I know how much you love children, and so do I. What do you say, is that what you want?" He looked at her with his doggy eyes, completely convincing her.

"Yes, Eddie. I want to start a family with you, far, far away from here."

"That's my girl." Eddie growled, picking her up in a bridal fashion and carrying her to her room.

Both undressed between kisses, caresses and praises. Eddie took the opportunity to offer special affection to her legs, biting them lightly and leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. No more was needed, she was ready.

Eddie plunged his eager cock into her, sighing in pleasure at the same time. He barely gave her a few seconds to adjust before moving his hips in a desperate rhythm, reaching deep inside her. He was anxious to make her his, to start a family and have her by his side forever.

"God, I can't imagine a life without you. Agh!" Eddie whimpered, burying his head in her neck. "You're perfect, perfect for me. And this pussy is too..."

The thrusting didn't stop, and neither did the moans. (Y/n) was so absorbed by the pleasure that she couldn't speak, barely understanding what Eddie whispered to her.

"Fuck Hargrove and Harrington. You're mine, all mine." Eddie got up and placed one of his hands on her waist, thrusting into her hard. "I will never let you go." He murmured, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Ed...Eddie!" She moaned, bringing her hand to his wet curls, caressing him and keeping him as close as possible to her.

Eddie lowered the hand that was on her waist and rubbed in quick circles (y/n)'s swollen clit. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her back arched and her eyes closed with pleasure.

"That's right, that's right. I'm going to cum inside you, my girl. I'm going to give you my children as many times as it takes." Eddie closed his eyes as he felt her contract around him. "You're going to give me some beautiful babies. So cute I won't stop until I have 10 mini Eddies running all over the house."

(Y/n) hugged him around the waist with her legs, pulling him closer and making the thrusts even deeper, hitting her cervix with his cock. That took her to the limit, coming hard even with Eddie fucking her.

"Good girl, that's it. You'll be the most beautiful mom all of Houston is ever going to see. All those bitches are going to be jealous of you and how adorable you'll look with my son in your belly." (y/n) nodded her head quickly, shaken by her orgasm. Eddie looked into her eyes, bringing his hand to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat.

"Give me your babies, Eddie! Please, please..." she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and pulling a loud moan from his mouth.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." He repeated until his orgasm arrived.

A hoarse moan escaped Eddie's throat as his warm cum filled (y/n's) tight cunt. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the new sensation and the future together. Eddie joined their foreheads still breathing hard and still without coming out of it, he really wanted to make sure to get her pregnant.

Once they both managed to calm down, they lay in their arms around each other and stared at the ceiling. Silent until Eddie decided to speak.

"I have a present for you." He muttered with his hoarse voice. He slowly got out of bed under her watchful eye and approached until he took something out of one of the pockets of his jacket. "Here." He spread it out.

(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the small silver box in front of her. Without waiting any longer, she opened it anxiously to find a necklace of the same color. From it dangled a charm of a skate, along with a small 'E'.

"Do you like it?" Eddie asked with a smile on his face.

"I love it! It's beautiful, Eds!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks thanks!"

"The best for my girl. Now, let me put it on you."

(Y/n) turned around and Eddie carefully placed the collar on her. Turning around, they both admired the gift in silence, still stunned by it all.

"I can't wait to start a new life with you, a better one." She murmured looking at him in love. Eddie smiled at her, caressing her lips and chin gently.

"Me neither, beautiful."

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ch. ix - chilly

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

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things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

You had always felt somewhat calm in hospitals. You don't know if it was the smell, the minimalistic design or the fact that the drugs are just RIGHT THERE. It wasn't really disneyland for you, but it wasn't anxiety inducing.

"(y/n), do you need to pee?"

That does though.

"No, Yunho, I'm fine," you sighed but offered a small smile at your friend. Usually, he'd make sure whatever you need is met but this time he simply nodded and looked back to his phone. This made you huff and close your eyes in annoyance, "Yunho, you can't be mad at me for doing what I think is right," you finally said. Yunho didn't bother to look at you when he shrugged, "I'm not mad at you for doing what you think is right for you, I'm mad at your ex who fucked with your mind so bad that he managed to change who you are as a person," he muttered loud enough for you and your other two friends to hear.

Thankfully, before you and Yunho got into a bitching match, Jongho swooped in and tugged your arm, "Hey! I think it's your turn now!" He stood up, taking you with him, leaving Yeosang to scold Yunho to not provoke you in such a sensitive day.

To say that the doctor was surprised when you came in with three men was an understatement. "I... See you and the father has brought some friends," the doctor said, smiling unsurely as she looked between you and the boys. "None of them is the father, they're just moral support. The father is not in the picture," you stated, shifting your eyes away from her. Sensing that you weren't really feeling great, the doctor thankfully nodded in understanding, "I see. Well, no matter the availability of the dad, South Korea has a great program to aid expecting mothers as they are improving the birth rate. We can help you register for the maternity aid right after this and you can just focus on yourself as expectant mothers should." Hearing her use the word "mother" multiple times made your heart clench. You wanted to correct her, you wanted to tell her how you're NOT going to be a mother. You don't even know what you want. Heck, you don't even know why you're there in the first place. It was such a shocking news that you haven't really processed what was going on. You didn't know what to do whatsoever. You couldn't even come up with the idea to check up on the baby that was growing inside you to confirm the pregnancy. Truth to be told, Yunho had to basically force you to do an ultrasound because last time you got yourself checked, you found out you were pregnant and you just bolted.

Despite his disagreement with you, Yunho stepped up to talk to the doctor in consideration of your reluctance all the while Yeosang sidle up next to you with your hand in his as an attempt to calm you down. Jongho too made himself useful by giving your information to the doctor. You were the one being completely useless by just sitting there, accepting whatever it was the doctor recommended for you. You couldn't even get yourself to focus enough to even listen to the conversation. Your head was too riddled with the conflicting thoughts of what you want and what you think you want. Since Yunho mentioned it, you couldn't shake off the very based fact that you really do want to be a mom and what has been hindering you is the fact that there is no man who's romantically involved in your life like how you planned. Should such an important decision be made when you're in such a negative state that you can't even decide between wearing skirt or pants?

For days, you have been trying to find other rational reasons to not keep the baby. Financially you were stable and you even have savings for the future, your company provides you with great benefits, your living situation is above average, and technically speaking you have all the mental and physical support you will ever need. There were absolutely no reason for you to not keep the baby. Even mentally you were ready. -ish. As best you could considering no one is ever mentally ready to welcome another human being they created who made their entrance by screaming. All reasoning, all doubts you ever had only pointed to the absence of a man, THE man, who you wanted to share the experience of being parents with. It was starting to become ridiculous for you to be so hung up on a broken plan.

Somehow you managed to move yourself to the the chair with your shirt hiked up to just above your stomach. Your three friends huddled up to your side in curiosity and desire to show support. "Now, I'm going to put some gel on you and it might feel cold at first but once I move the wand around, it's not going to be as cold, okay?" The doctor said. Even with the warning, you couldn't help but tense up once the liquid hit your skin, the sensation made you clutch onto the fabric of your pants. But sure as she said, once she moved the wand around, the coldness dissipates and all you could feel was the slight pressure of the wand.

The doctor narrated what she was doing but you couldn't seem to concentrate on her words. While your friends had their eyes glued to the monitor, your were trained on the ceiling above. Noticing this, the doctor paused her movements and pulled the wand away from you, "Is something wrong, miss?" She asked. Though you wanted to tell her something, anything, you couldn't find your voice. It was stuck on your throat like a piece of gum to the sole of someone's shoes. You knew then and there that you were panicking because the reality was dawning on you and you had no way of getting out of realizing it.

All of a sudden, a hand grabbed yours and like an anchor, it pulled you back to your senses. Your eyes met with Yunho's stern ones and in the steadiest voice you had ever heard from him, he said something that managed to calm the storm in your mind.

"It's going to be okay."

You knew he wasn't just talking about that moment, he was talking about your pregnancy in general. It was such a simple sentence but it the surety in his voice immediately reminded you of how much the four of you have been taking care of each other. As much as they joked about you being the only one keeping them alive, the only one who had the good sense when it comes to taking care of other human beings, you had to admit that they themselves have been taking care of you since day one. They offered their shoulder to cry on when you got your first scolding on the job, they shared your happiness when you told them you finally found the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and they helped pick up your broken pieces when you left. You had been so caught up with one man that you selfishly forgot you had three. Sure, they were not the person you had hoped for, but they were your constant in a series of uncertainty and disappointments.

"I'm scared," you choked out, tears brimming in your eyes. "Of course you are," Yunho nodded, finally cracking a smile at you, "You're gonna be the biggest pain in the ass for the next nine months, I'm gonna have to fugure out how to bulk order aspirin," he joked which made you whine and slap his hand. "But," he continued, "At the end of that nine months, we're going to welcome the newest addition to our little group and it will be a good thing, you hear me? Sure, it's gonna be spittle and tear-filled, and that's only from Yeosang's side," Yeosang scoffed and punched his friend on the side of his arm which made you chuckle a bit, "But it's gonna be so worth it and we're gonna be there with you for every step of the way, okay? You're going to look back at this day and regret not worrying more about your baby taking after us too damn much." It amazed you how easy Yunho made the situation seem in the best way. While it didn't immediately made you feel 100% better, you realized that it pushed the negativity away and replaced it with something you can't quite describe.

The doctor took the reduced tension as a cue to continue ger exploration. It didn't take long for her to halt her movements and announced to the whole room, "And look, someone here wants to say hello." All three of your friends tore their eyes off of you first and you had the pleasure of seeing the bewonderment in their eyes; their pupils dilated and their jaws slacked, it was as if they were seeing something so magnificent and you had to admit you had never seen them with that look. Curious, you too looked at the screen, slowly tearing your gaze away from your friends to where each of them were looking at.

From the moment you laid eyes on it, you could immediately tell what you were looking at. There, in the vast nothingness, a tiny blob appeared as a proof of life. You couldn't help but look between the screen and where the wand reside on your stomach, not being able to hold yourself back from reaching to the spot with your vacant hand and pressing on the spot gently. Noticing this, the doctor smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's where your baby is, miss."

Ever since he left you, ever since he told you what he thought of you, you gave up on the notion of a family. You were so in love with him, it was him or no one and you had intended to keep your promise because you know he'd at least respect that. But that little bean-shaped dweller, a creation that has yet to have its own sentience and had to depend on you to live, that little bean caught your heart the moment you laid eyes on it. With shaky hand and trembling breath, you touched the screen and for the first time in three days, you smiled at your baby as you let your tear drop. "Hi baby, it's mama. I'm gonna take such good care of you and even though it's gonna be just the two of us, you're gonna have the best life I could ever give you, okay?" "This is uncle Yeosang, and your mom's lying because me and uncle Yunho and uncle Jongho are gonna be here too for whatever your mom refuse to let you do. Fair warning, I will not have the power to say no to you so please don't abuse my weakness." While his words were sweet, Yunho and Jongho couldn't help but shove him down to a chair and scold him for ruining your moment. Though it made you laugh so they couldn't really get mad at him. But he was right, neither you nor the baby will be alone and that's what matters. You've made up your mind and just like you at your job, you're going to give it your all into being a mom with the help of the little family you created.

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hi! i wanna say first off i love your writing so much so don’t worry about writing this asap take ur time <33

i have a marilyn/ laurel gates request more like laurel because it’s a bit darker jealousy

a boy keeps hitting on reader and laurel sees and gets extremely jealous and even though reader told him multiple times to go away laurel takes it out on reader and shows her who she belongs to

Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes.

You don't own me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, possesive Laurel, jealousy, strong language

Word count: 2,660

Summary: You work at Weathervane, and a annoying boy comes in to try to seduce you. This isn't funny for your girlfriend, Laurel.

N/A: Request are open!! I love all your ideas!! You can read the rules here. Sorry about the language mistakes.

It was a normal day, like any other. You used to work at Weathervane. It was a quiet job, without problems. People used to be nice, and besides, you knew everyone. You saw how someone you waited for every afternoon entered the cafeteria. You had been with this woman for a while, Marilyn Thornhill. Or rather, Laurel Gates. You knew who she was, what her family was. But you didn't particularly care. You were not among her “enemies”.

She approached the counter, where you were, and she leaned in a somehow suggestive way.

“Hello,” you said with a certain grace in your voice. “You took longer than usual.”

“You know, classes are driving me crazy,” she answered you, holding your hand as she used to.

You laughed and stroked her hand.

She always came at that time of the afternoon, and she stayed in the cafeteria until you finished your shift. Sometimes you got the impression that what she wanted was to keep an eye on you, but you knew she didn't have many friends, so it's not like she had anything better to do.

“Shall I bring you the usual, pretty girl?” You asked with a mischievous smile. At first you decided to keep your relationship as a secret, there was a significant age gap, and everyone in town knew you. You did not want comments behind your back, at least for now.

“Please,” she whispered with that look that drove you crazy.

“Sit down, I'll bring it to you right now,” she said, pointing to one of the tables.

You made her coffee and took it to her, getting very close to her. You knew she liked to hold onto your leg while you served her.

“Today is on the house,” you said smiling.

“What? Why?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because I feel like it,” you said turning around and going back to the counter.

You didn't have much more time to work, and the sun was beginning to hide little by little. There were barely two customers left in the cafeteria, including Laurel, of course.

The door opened when you were about to chat with her for a while, and you couldn't help but huff, going back to the counter.

A young boy appeared. You didn't know him, so you assumed he wasn't from the town.

“Good afternoon,” he said with a charming tone, staring directly at you. He had a sweet smile, and you were sure that if you liked boys, he would have caught your eye.

“Good afternoon,” you said, in your usual helpful tone.

The boy leaned against the counter and continued to smile in a slightly disturbing way.

“I've been on the road for hours and I've decided to stop to rest in this charming town. What can a girl like you do to satisfy my craving for caffeine and sugar? He told you with bright eyes.”

You smiled. He seemed like a nice guy, and that was something you liked in people. After all, working with the public made you meet all kinds of people, and not always so friendly.

Laurel was reading a book at her usual table, apparently oblivious to that conversation.

“Well, it's late, but cream puffs are quite well, so I recommend them to you,” you told him, pointing to those puffs in the display case.

“If you recommend them, I'm sure they're delicious,” the boy said, leaning on the counter. You felt yourself turn a little red.

“I promise you, there are also a two for one price,” you said.

“Fantastic,” he whispered, raising his eyebrows. “To drink I would like a double coffee with a single sugar packet.”

“Just one? How brave you are. I must tell you that the coffee here is quite bitter,” you said amused, going towards the coffee machine.

“With you here, one packet is more than enough,” he said, apparently very sure of himself.

You looked at him over the machine. You didn't know why you had caught his attention so much, but you decided to act normal. Laurel seemed a little more attentive now, which you didn't like at all. She was quite jealous, and you didn't want arguments.

“You can sit at a table, I'll bring it to you,” you said, while you manipulated the machine.

“I'm fine here, I've already told you that I've been driving for hours,” he replied, amused. “Excuse me, what did you say your name was?”

“I haven't told you,” you said serving the coffee. Sometimes kindness was confused with something else, but you didn't think badly at first, so you started not giving it too much importance. “My name is (Y/N)”

“(Y/N), gorgeous. I am John,” he told you, sighing, extending his hand towards you.

You hesitated for a moment, but you shook it. You noticed that he didn't want to pull away so quickly and you pulled a little harder, trying to keep smiling.

“Here you go,” you told him, serving his order. “I know you've been sitting for hours, but I'm sure you're much more comfortable at a table.”

“I doubt it,” he replied, bringing the plate closer while playing with his fork. “Tell me, (Y/N), what can you do to have fun in this charming little town? I was thinking of spending the night here.”

“Hmm. Not much really,” you said thoughtfully. “If you like history, there is a place called Pilgrim World, a funny tribute to colonization,” you said joking.

“Sounds interesting, maybe you'd like to join me,” he suggested to you. Few doubts remained. That John guy was blatantly flirting with you.

“I'm sorry, but I have to work,” you said, apologizing, raising your tone a little so that the redhead could hear you well.

“But you weren’t working all day, right? What time do you leave, by the way?” He asked you, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Uff, very late,” you lied, dodging his "arrows of love."

John laughed, as if he was watching you run away from his apparent charms.

“I read on the internet that there is a kind of academy here with some peculiar people,” he told you, relaxing his suggestive tone a bit.

“Oh, yes,” you said, glancing at Laurel, who was discreetly watching.

“Do you know that I also have powers?” He told you, getting a little closer.

“What a surprise,” you said tired, looking for something to do so you don't have to put up with that annoying guy anymore.

“Yes, I know how to read your palm,” he said to you, gesturing for you to give it to him.

You hesitated for a moment, but did it, puffing loudly.

“It seems that you are a very romantic girl,” he told you, pretending to know what he was talking about.

“Oh, really?”

“Oh, yes, look, you will have at least four children...”

You suppressed a laugh that entered you at hearing that nonsense.

“Interesting, I can also see that you will marry a charming man who came into your life by chance.”

That sentence already put an end to your patience, and you withdrew your hand abruptly.

“Look, John,” you said, emphasizing his name. “There are five minutes left to close, so if I were you I would finish your coffee and leave.”

“Do you want us to go to dinner? I'm sure you know a good place here,” he insisted. You shook your head and crossed your arms.

“John, I have a girlfriend,” you said directly, starting to get a little nervous.

“But she's not here now, is she?”

“It's $5, thanks,” you said, ignoring the fact that he was sorely mistaken.

“Well, it's fine,” he said, leaving the counter and taking a piece of paper from his pocket. “Call me if you change your mind,” he told you, paying you and bringing you the card with his number.

The boy went to the exit, and you followed him, slamming the door shut as he left. You sighed and changed the sign from open to closed, crumpling the paper in your fist and tossing it into the trash can.

Laurel had stopped reading a while ago, and she was looking at you in a slightly dark way.

“Buff, how annoying,” you told her, taking off your apron. “I'll change my clothes and we'll go, okay?”

Laurel didn't answer you, just nodded slightly. You sighed for the umpteenth time and went into the small room in the back of the place.

You grabbed your backpack and pulled out your shirt, starting to undo the buttons on your uniform. You turned around and almost had a heart attack. The redhead was right behind you.

“Oh, fuck, you scared me,” you said, placing a hand on your chest. Her expression did not tell you anything good. “Hey Laurel, are you alright?”

“I don't know, do you think that after what I've seen I can be okay?” She asked you, with a severe tone.

You rolled your eyes, I understand the problem.

“What exactly did you see?” You asked back.

“I've seen my girlfriend flirting with a boy in front of me,” she said almost with satisfaction.

“Oh, come on. You know that's not true,” you said, leaving your shirt to be able to concentrate on the conversation.

“It isn't true? Because you smiled at him a lot, and it even seemed like you liked him. Do you have fun making me jealous, (Y/N)?”

“What? Nonsense, all I wanted is for him to leave me alone,” you defended yourself.

“That's not what I've seen.”

“Well, you should graduate your glasses, because I think you haven't seen it well,” you said, laughing incredulously.

Laurel didn't seem to take kindly to the comment, as without warning she grabbed your chin hard, causing you to give a brief hiss of pain.

“(Y/N), don't take me for an idiot. I've seen how you looked at him. I'm sure you were dying to go with him, to have him use you like a whore, and fuck you in his car seat,” she growled, keeping her firm grip.

“You're wrong, you know that I only love you,” you said, trying to get her to let you go.

“Well, you don't show it, smiling like a fool at anyone who wants to take you to bed.”

“Smiling? Fuck, Laurel, it's my job. I'm just being nice.”

Her grip loosened a bit and you were able to move back a step. It wasn't the first time she said something like that to you. You knew that everyone had a dark side, and that exaggerated jealousy was hers. It was a minor defect in your opinion, since her virtues far exceeded it.

Laurel relaxed her expression a bit and approached you again, taking your face in her hands.

“My girl, you don't know how bad I have been seeing how other people try to seduce you,” she whispered to you with a childish voice. “I am yours and you are mine, right?”

You calmed down a bit and nodded, grabbing her waist.

“Of course,” you said, kissing her tenderly and slowly. Laurel pulled away after a few seconds, and her gaze darkened again.

“Maybe you need me to remind you, (Y/N), to remind you who you belong to,” she whispered into your ear.

A shiver ran through your whole body and you tried not to let her see the smile that was starting to form on you.

“And how are you going to do it?” You asked her, with a slightly challenging tone. Her gaze turned dangerous.

“To begin with, get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.”

You bit your lip and obeyed, noticing how excitement began to form in your body.

“I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry I let that bad man try to seduce me,” you said, the way you knew she liked it.

“Are you sorry, (Y/N)? That's not enough, honey,” she told you sweetly, while she discreetly pulled down her underwear. “Come on, apologize,” she said, pulling up her dress.

You wasted no time, and you launched yourself to kiss her where she was asking you, causing her to start gasping.

The position was awkward but terribly sensual, caressing the back of her legs while your tongue worked between her folds.

“That's it, honey. Good girl,” she gasped, placing a hand on your head, as she moved her hips slightly against your face.

The moans were not long in coming. For a moment you remembered that you had put the closed sign, but you had not closed the door. The morbidity that someone could enter the cafeteria did not make you worry, quite the opposite, it excited you even more.

“Faster, (Y/N),” she ordered between groans and groans. “Make mommy happy.”

Your tongue was moving as fast as you could. There were many arguments that ended like this, and you loved that. You could be kissing her there all day, but you preferred to pretend that she was the one ordering you to.

“Fuck me, use your fingers on mommy,” she said, almost unable to speak properly between her own gasps and moans.

You stepped back a bit and did as she asked, well almost. You only used one finger, which obviously annoyed Laurel, who yanked hard at your hair.

“Are you still challenging me? Do it as mommy wants, honey, or you won't get your reward,” she hissed at you.

You didn't want to exhaust her patience, and you obeyed, inserting another finger into her.

Her movements and her moans became disordered until her entire body trembled. You rose, satisfied, throwing yourself at her lips to kiss her passionately.

She kissed you back, until, unexpectedly, she slapped you on the cheek. She didn't hurt you, but she did impress you.

“Take off your pants,” she ordered, getting dressed again.

You did, leaning against the small desk that was in that room.

“The panties too, (Y/N). And get on top of the table.”

You climbed on top of that piece of furniture, while you undressed from the waist down. Laurel closed in on you like a predator stalking her prey.

Not wanting to delay what was to come any longer, she ran her hand over your sex, sighing.

“Why are you so wet? Is it because of what you did to mommy? Or is it because of that imbecile guy?” She asked through her teeth.

“It's for you,” you said, anxious. “Please.”

“Oh, honey, now I'm going to remind you who you belong to. And one last thing: don't even think about closing your eyes,” she told you, inserting her fingers into you.

Her pace was intense but not too fast. She probably wanted to enjoy that moment. You started to moan, unable to do it in silence. The excitement was too strong to hide.

“That’s it, (Y/N), moan for me. I'm the only one who can make you enjoy yourself that way, you know that, right?” She asked you, increasing her speed slightly.

“Yeah. Only you…” You gasped, feeling yourself getting closer. Soon you felt that your body needed to release all that tension that was accumulating. Laurel noticed and slowed down drastically, with a wicked grin.

“Do you want to cum, honey? So anxious...” She whispered, almost stopping.

You nodded, unable to bear that tension.

“Say it, (Y/N), say who you belong to. I want to hear it from your precious lips.”

“I'm yours, Laurel, only yours…” You sighed, wishing that the rhythm of before would return.

“That's how I like it…” She said, returning to that rhythm that drove you crazy.

It didn't take more than ten seconds for you to arch your back and scream exaggeratedly.

“You're not going to make me angry again, are you, (Y/N)? You're going to be good,” she said to you, moving away from you.

“No, Laurel, I promise.”

“I hope so, honey. I don't like to punish you. You are mine, you should never forget it.”

[powerrangersystem]

So, we just got out of the psych hospital. We were there for 10 days. We shouldn't have been there at all, or if we did need it, we only needed it for about 3 days. But the doctor refused to let us out any sooner than 10 days. It was a terrible experience and completely upended our system. We are currently dealing with the fallout.

One of our parts made a poor decision and took some pills. They were not attempting anything--they just wanted a nap. But our therapist said we needed to make sure we were medically okay, so we went to the hospital. The hospital did not understand DID and decided to send us to the psych ward "for the weekend".

When we got to the ward we were told by the weekend doctor we could leave on Monday, but on Monday the regular doctor had given us a discharge date of 10 days before anyone from our treatment team ever met us. He would absolutely not hear any argument against this and told us that if we tried to sign ourselves out (we were voluntary), he would get a court order and take us to court to keep us there.

My outpatient team called the hospital every single day trying to talk to someone to recommend we be discharged earlier. They were hung up on and given the run around every time.

The hospital was not equipped to treat us--they were not trauma informed at all and nobody understood DID. We were told multiple times that they only wanted to talk to {deadname}, who is dormant... and that we were confusing them. We were also shamed for having self harm scars and not fed appropriately because we have a specific diet (we ended up losing nearly 10 lbs in 10 days).

I spoke with the patient advocate and explained it to her. She said she would advocate for me, but the doctor later told me that she recommended they get a court order if I tried to sign an AMA. I also talked to my case manager and therapist and they both did advocate for me to be discharged earlier, but the doctor did not care.

I have been to the psych ward several times before and never had such a terrible experience. It caused a lot of chaos in our system. I (Rey--co-host) literally disappeared for a full day out of stress and then couldn't come out for more than an hour or two the entire rest of the time.

We also weren't the only ones having a bad time. Another girl was given a court order when she tried to sign out and they lied on her paperwork saying she had social problems, slept all day, and didn't eat, none of which was true.

I felt totally helpless and out of control. I had no agency and felt completely unsafe for 10 full days. We were all in fight or flight the entire time. Now, we are having nightmares and flashbacks, problems with destructive coping mechanisms, and rapid switches. We cannot get back into our routine. We have had therapy every day since we were discharged, but we are still struggling so much.

This experience was truly terrible. I am angry and upset and so are my outpatient team. I am not writing this to dump on psych wards. I have had really good experiences in them before and they serve a very important purpose when they are needed. I am just writing this to get it off my chest and vent a little.

Ultimately we'll be okay, but this has probably caused us to never ask for this kind of help in the future whether we need it or not. It has ruined the purpose of psych wards for us and it was not necessary. My therapist has said she will file a report and help us file one as well. Other people we met there are talking about getting the media involved (there were many other issues I haven't mentioned, such as being left on the unit with no techs and having very little programming at all).

Okay, rant over. Thanks for letting me shout into the void for a minute.

[icharchivist]

Hello, could you tell me a little more about thing? With that rapping doctor? Like, I found some music some time ago, it was pretty nice, but I couldn't make a sense from what it was, like is it a game? Show? Some sort of event for irl groups? I remember trying to find something, but it was mostly in Japanese and I thought it's named Star Division, because that's what I saw in title? No need to go into too much detail, if you don't want to, just curious what exactly it is or where I could find more about it

you mean Hypnosis Microphone?

(translation)

Yeah i can tell you more about it but you're breaking some dam here, i've been into this saga since 2019 LMAO

Hypnosis Microphone is a multi-media fictional franchise that has its plot mostly happen through CD albums, songs and drama tracks. The core of the plot happens here.

Ever since, the story of the tracks has been adapted into a manga that doesn't have a public fantranslation. There's multiple manga series around this idea with a couple prequel manga and stuff as well.

There's also an anime, a rhythmic game and a stage play that came out but they're totally alternative stories/universes to the main plot though. Aside from the anime that has elements you can take and apply to the Main storyline, they're not where you'll find the main storyline and i'd only recommend looking into it if you're really curious.

So, to get into Hypmic, you want to check the songs and drama tracks.

Here's a few links that can help you:

-Youtube playlist of the songs in chronological order of release -Spotify playlist of the songs in chronological order of release, includes the anime only songs -Spotify playlist of the full albums in chronological order of release, with the songs AND the drama tracks

You'll find all of the translations of the wikipedia. On this list you'll see the details of each album chronologically, with a link redirecting to every translated tracks, including the plot ones.

On a few more details under the cut:

On Hypmic itself, there's a plot that evolves with the tracks and characters arcs and stuff.

The basic plot is that after WW3 broke out, a political party took over the world in order to kick men out of power and ban weapons, imposing instead for people to use Hypnosis Microphone, mics that can cause illusions and psychological damage if used with a good rap flow, if they wanted to settle score.

The plot of the story starts as the government set up Territory Battles in Tokyo, in order to have the most powerful Hypmic users focus on petty wars and fights against each other rather than focusing their power on the government itself.

As such you'll see the discography is usually, individual bands's stories first, then it's what we call Battle CDs, which is when the bands have to fight for said State Mandated Territory Battles.

The audience (us) has to vote during battle season in order to determinate the Champion, and the plot evolves and changes depending on those choices.

So the type of songs are: -Solo songs where each characters basically expose a bit of themselves -Band songs where the bands establish their dynamics -Battle songs, usually smashing two bands together and having them fight each other with their verses -Champion song for whoever won the Division Rap Battle (DRB) -Big All Cast songs usually setting the tone of the season/battle to come -Duets that are bonus contents that were sold with the manga and recently were released as part of the album themselves, and it's usually just the characters messing around being silly. -There's also been a song from the antagonists as a bonus.

The Bands therefore represent Divisions, in season 1 it focus on Tokyo but by season 2 it expands to other cities of Japan as two new bands join the rooster. Each Bands are therefore supposed to represent thematic of their own regions. With the added layer that the leaders of each of the 4/6 bands used to be in One Same Band together until something broke them apart, leading them to have more reasons to pettily fight against each other.

Tbh all of it is mostly set up for the gimmick ahah but it's quite fun and the characters are pretty fun.

The bands are focusing on: -Buster Bros! representing Ikebukuro Division, a group of brothers with difficult past, with a geeky aesthetic -Mad Trigger Crew, representing Yokohama Division, consisting of a Yakuza, a corrupted cop and an ex-soldier, all navigating the more underground illegal side of their city. -Fling Posse, representing Shibuya Division, consisting of a fashion designer, a liar writer, and a gambling addict. More in the trendy fashionable side of the city, strangers meeting for the thrill of the fight. -Matenro, representing Shinuku Division, consisting of a shady doctor, a night host, and an overworked salaryman. The so called "sick city", the night life, old friends and the new. And as season 2 rolls around: -Dotsuitare Hompo, representing Oosaka, consisting of a stand up comedian, a teacher and a conman. The busy streets of Oosaka, the entertainment industry, ect. -Bad Ass Temple, representing Nagoya, consisting of a monk, a visual kei singer, and a lawyer. More on the spiritual level, Buddhism aesthetics, all that jazz.

(in term of notables VA, as you're into GBF i'll just mention that we have, as you know, Sho Hayami (Shiva) as Jakurai (M's leader), Shirai Yusuke (Mordred) as Ramuda (FP's leader), but also Saito Soma (Feather) as Gentaro (FP member), Asanuma Shintaro (❤❤❤❤) (Ryan, Domon) as Samatoki (MTC's leader), Subaru Kimura (J.J.) as Ichiro (BB's leader), and in more obscures NPC, Haruki Ishiya (Arrogante) as Jiro (BB's member), Wataru Komada (Lavritta) as Jyuto (MTC's member), Kengo Kawanishi (Benvolio) as Rosho (DH's member), and Takaya Kuroda (Reizrit) as Rei (DH's member)

So as you're asking because we're talking about Hayami, you want to check out Matenro (麻天狼) especially. (They're one of the only two bands with a Japanese spelling to their band name, and theirs is 3 Kanji long VS Dotsuitare Hompo (どついたれ本舗) so it shouldn't be too hard to find if ever you struggle). They're also Grey themed so you can check them out by their album jacket if you need it. I'm a Fling Posse stannie myself so *waves hand at them* if ya want.

so that should be more or less the gist of it. The plot gets a bit more complicated and the characters are super neat and have neat dynamics with one another, but yeah it's really built around this whole gimmick ahah.

Guess i'll also just drop this song to close this convo

(translation)

but yeah that should be the outlines, if you ever need more infos on it do feel free to hit me up, it's a fun saga after all.

But that should give you a starting point :3c

Take care!!!

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Worthless - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

Stepping out of the black Hummer, I looked up at the massive house before me. It was hand built by the pack's founder, Fry Blackwood, who the pack is named after. It was originally intended for just the alpha but ended up becoming the pack house. Honestly, I couldn't even imagine why anyone would want a house that big for themselves. It would be super lonely not to mention creepy as all hell to have all that space to yourself. In my opinion, it was way better suited as a pack-house. At the moment, the monstrous building housed fourteen of the sixty-two members of the Blackwood pack and still had room for a lot more.

New or unmated pack members were usually recommended to stay but could do as they wish. Plus, we didn't get many new members and the unmated wolves were mostly kids living with their families. Most of the residents that were living here were doing so because they felt comfortable being constantly around a group of people. For me, it was just easier. I was the Beta and it'd be better to stay rather than run back and forth from an empty house. The majority of the pack had homes scattered around the territory, either in the woods or in town. It never stopped anyone coming over and hanging out though. There usually was a large number of wolves around at any given day.

The pack-house was just the center of our 'community'. It was honestly like heaven to me. I couldn't imagine not being surrounded by family. Breathing in deep, I took in the scents of my brothers and sisters, of my home. A moment later I was looking up at the sky, lungs gasping for air as a groan escaped me. Two wolves sat on me, their mouths pulled in wolfish grins. I knew who they were, instantly recognizing their scent. Vick and his twin sister Aster. A deep chuckle sounded.

"Come on you two, get off of him."

Complying, they jumped off and the view of the sky was replaced with the grinning face of Rory. He was a man, though he acted more like a boy, of Asian decent with a scar running over his eyebrow. His face was always stretched out in a smile which seemed to be contagious. He reached out, pulling me up and into a hug.

"Man. Good to see you back, Kade."

Sure enough, a smile spread across my face. It was great to see him even though he was an annoying little shit sometimes.

"Glad to be back."

We strolled up onto the porch, coming to the front door which was set with a stain glass image of a wolf.

"Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

He thought about it for a second as he turned the knob, motioning for me to go inside.

"Not really... there hasn't been much trouble with Rouges. Oh, there's a lone wolf but he's never crossed over from No Man's Land. Just kinda sits there, looking across. Eric said he can't connect with him but he means us no harm, so to let him be...." he frowned.

"There's been a little trouble with Murphy's pack though. We keep catching whiffs of them over here. Eric's called him multiple times with him but he denies everything."

I scowled. Murphy was the Alpha of the neighboring Dickerson Pack. They had half the members but made up for it with an unhealthy thirst for violence. We'd have to deal with them soon. Hopefully, we can talk it out instead of resulting to war.

"Oh and Jasper found his mate. A guy named Lucas. He's nice."

He gave me a sideways look as we made our way inside.

"They've been at it like rabbits."

Chuckling I rolled my eyes and cut him off before he could continue, knowing his next question.

"No, I haven't found my mate yet."

"Oh, well I'm sure you will soon," he said with confidence and a grin.

He opened his mouth to say something else but a shout cut him off.

"Yo Rory. Get your ass out here and help."

Rory shrugged at me before turning and making his way back outside. He stopped just before the last step, calling over his shoulder.

"Also, Eric wants you to come patrolling tomorrow so get up early."

I groaned, earning a chuckle in response and closed the door. I was making my way up the stairs to my bedroom just as my stomach growled. Thinking that it'd be best to feed the beast I decided to take a detour back down the stairs, heading for the kitchen where voices could be heard. I knew who it was before I saw them. Shelby and her mate Anna rested against the island, chatting away. They glanced up, sensing me and a smile formed on their lips.

"Kade, your back," Anna exclaimed, as she came around the counter, to give me a hug.

"Yeah, It's great to see you guys again," a smile tugging on my own lips.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Hey, it was nice seeing them but feeding the monster within comes first. Shelby chuckled as Anna gave me a pout.

"Yeah, Jasper made lasagna last night. I think there's some left."

My mouth watered at the thought of Jasper's food. He was best damn cook this pack ever had. 

"Thanks, Shelby."

I pulled out a stool to sit at the island.

"So I hear that Jasper found a mate... Lucas was it?"

Anna grinned.

"Yeah, they're so lovey dovey too. I mean, at first they weren't... Lucas did shoot Jasper and all, plus kept him hostage and there's the whole 'coming from a line of hunters' thing but they fell in love and OMG I ship them so hard."

I was shocked. What the fuck happened when I was gone? Seeing my face, Shelby intervened, laughing.

"Lucas comes from a family of hunters but he never actually believed in werewolves. He was horrified that the wolf he actually shot turned into a..."

The microwave beeped and Shelby took the lasagna out, setting it before me before she continued. I practically inhaled the food, gaining a couple laughs from the girls. We sat around a little longer before I made my excuses and went to go up to my bedroom, promising to tell them about my trip another time. I closed my door, breathing out a sigh of relief. I loved them but damn those girls could talk a deaf person to suicide.

Stripping off my clothes, too lazy to take a shower, I crawled into bed. While laying there, I thought about the reason why I had been gone so long. Since my eighteenth birthday I and every other werewolf on theirs, had the ability to sense our mate. The only problem is that we can't if they aren't 'right there'. We could feel that they're out there somewhere and sometimes we would have vague dreams but that was it until we met them. I was already twenty-two and there was still no sign of my mate so I decided or more accurately, Eric decided, that I'd take time off from my Beta duties and mingle with the other packs to look for them. Nothing turned up.

I didn't know if I was unlucky or what but the thought of never finding my mate made me ache more than I wanted to admit. Sighing into my pillow, I tried to picture my mate. Like every other time, the image of sad blue eyes surrounded by Auburn fur appeared. That was all I could get. They weren't even in human form. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't see anything else. It really put a damper on the excitement of finding my other half. Exhausted, I turned my thoughts away from my mate and drift off into sleep.

[persevereforahappyending]

i’m actually very weak so i’ll probably have to make multiple trips anyway unless i bring help but that sounds like a lot. maybe leave a window open? perhaps u could leave the door unlocked ? if you hear any floors creaking pls mind ur business and go about ur day 🫶

that’s so interesting! i’ve met a few celebrities and i always have different reactions but i think i’m getting better at talking to them (don’t get it twisted i still make a fool of myself). honestly i’m just very bad at talking in general dkdhjdgdf. do u have a fav interactions?

You know, I'll just help out. I feel like watching you box up my stuff would be more stressful than the thievery going on.

Oh god, there's been so many great interactions!

Katrina Law - The first Arrow actor I met and was just so incredibly nice. She even talked to my brother and recommended he watch The Flash.

Stephen Amell - He was super nice and has one of the best handshakes ever. Met him twice actually and still just super nice dude.

Amy Acker - Oh my god so nice, so sweet. She quoted Person of Interest to me and that made me more nervous because it was so great.

Jason Faunt - Again super nice dude. Talked about Power Rangers and how he was my favorite ranger. And he let me hold the helmet for the photo and that was just like a childhood dream come true.

Ashley Eckstein - So so so so sweet. Talks to literally all her fans and is just super kind. We talked about Star Wars and how backwards I went with getting into it.

Chris Evans - Absolutely no words were said but he was nice, and I got a fist bump and to stand next to him which was the best like 3 seconds of my life.

Charisma Carpenter - Probably one of the nicest and sweetest people I've ever met.

Kathryn Newton - So incredibly nice. Her line moved insanely quick with how quick she was signing but she still had like a full conversation with you in like a minute or less.

Jeremy Shada - Super nice and fun and talked to all his fans. Talked about Adventure Time, Voltron, and Julie & the Phantoms. He just couldn't stop talking in, in like the best way.

Jason Isaacs - Had a long line but made sure to talk to everyone. We talked about music and records, and it was just so chill.

Melinda Clarke - Again super nice. We stood there for a minute and just talked about Nikita and how great/underrated the show is.

My takeaway over the years is that actors who play villains, the bitchy, evil, characters you despite, are some of the nicest most grateful people in the world.

What about you, any standout or best interactions?

[js-third-place]

I still don't know what's real and what's my anxiety, I'll try to relay this somewhere between how it felt in the moment and how it looks now.

The bookstore had 3 or 4 customers, which was the perfect amount. Enough that I wouldn't draw sole focus, not so many I felt anxious.

On my way to the book store I passed one of the lunch places I had in mind. The only one on the route and not requiring crossing 2 large streets in a terrible 6 way intersection. It was uncomfortably busy.

I did need to ask about the location of a book, and that involved hovering next to a woman at the register for an uncomfortably long time before she somewhat curtly handed me off. Not enough to ruin anything, but didn't feel great.

The person who helped me find the book and the person who rang me up were both wonderful. The latter made a joke about my very common name and when I responded the original, curt, woman got annoyed and left to the back. I can write it off as the owner trying to work but it actually registered a little bit that time and bummed me out.

Walking out, the weather was getting bad, I talked myself into hitting the busy bakery and just working it out.

On the walk over there was a couple walking into a business between us. He openly stared at me multiple times, including looking partly over his shoulder as he entered his destination. I was not holding eye contact or staring at him, but most of the times I glanced over, his eyes were fixed on me.

I panicked while ordering because I couldn't remember what their non coffee options were to drink and ended up having to come back a second time and buyba soda seperately. The cashier was nice enough the first time but cold the second. She walked away while I finished the order.

Two women were taking up 2 seats at a somewhat communal table so I grabbed one seat away from them. They were having a pretty personal conversation so I was trying to find another spot.

The runner came out with my sandwich, and we had the kind of interaction I have a lot. It starts totally normal, but by the end (2 quick sentences this time) they're looking at me as if they know something is wrong in my head. I have to assume it's my trouble holding eye contact but I'm not sure.

I don't know how to build enough confidence to look someone in the eye when every interaction just makes me feel like more of an outsider.

I noticed a table with a few dirty glasses but seemed abandoned. I asked a few other people and they all were nice and said they thought the people were gone so I settled in among the discarded trash.

I ate and read, and could see both people I had asked staring at me occasionally.

I need to stop here and say: before this crippling anxiety set in, I would treat any sort of long glance as evidence I looked cute that day. I can't pull up that kind of assumption anymore, not even by force.

There was a cute moment where a lady and her dog drew the attention of the entire cafe and I shared a few normal glances with other diners. That went fine.

When throwing out my garbage I initially felt like I was getting a weird look from 2 workers but I was able to convince myself they were probably just in conversation and I distracted them. I'm not entirely unable to correct my feelings as I go.

That's basically the end, but I want to call out my bad behavior on the wall back because I think it might be related. I saw a person doing nothing wrong but something about them just sent me to a very judgemental space. This happens a lot. I can notice if and condemn it, but I can't stop myself from feeling it. It's very clear I need more work on just existing around people.

Overall, I think I handled the situation well, but I do wonder if it was worth it. The money, the calories, the time and for not much benefit. Even if things had gone perfectly, I don't think it would have made me happier than just staying home.

My friend highly recommends. "Bourdain Days", where you pretend you're Anthony Bourdain wandering an area. Get a bite to eat, get a drink, talk to some people and do it all with his ease. It sounds amazing, and I do think it could work for me in other circumstances, but a snowy Chicago afternoon wasn't it. I also think you need a very specific kind of place, and the only place I know of in my neighborhood with the right vibe, hours, and menu closed during the pandemic.

It might be that simple. It might be just finding the place with the right vibe to accommodate. A little dive-y but clean, serves lunch but nothing too heavy, where you can order a beer and read your book. Just the right amount of busy.

I'll keep looking.

I have a single ticket for a comedy show tonight, Im going to try very hard to make it happen but I already can feel myself wriggling out of it

[lavynrose]

Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

[dystopiandilfs]

Dream's discord podcast. Basically him answering questions for 2.5 hours. This will sort of be in order but I fucked up my notes so it might not be in order completely. (From 13th May 2021)

For reference the photos at the end are: A prototype of fidget spinner merch as loads of people asked, a reference photo of his favourite merch and a photo he sent of his hair to prove he wasn't a brunette.

•He said his teeth are mostly straight but he's thought about getting Invisalign. He's never had braces. He has a tiny gap in the left side of his mouth and his canines are longer and sharper (vampire arc). He's never had teeth surgery so has his wisdom teeth still.

•He thinks pineapple on pizza is good.

•He likes seafood like lobster and crab. He had crab made in an air fryer last night. He like peas. He thinks quesadillas are good and likes most food.

•He hates Coffee and most drinks

•The Dream Shorts team is Ken who is his personal reminder (Ken's main job is to spam him with texts so he doesn't forget things as he's got a habit of reading texts and not replying) and also comes up with a list of sets for Dream shorts. The builder is a friend and munchymc builder "his talent gets wasted on Dream's shorts but we pay him so"

•His editors are currently Dizzy, Firesale and Mjcr. Willz doesn't edit for him anymore

•The mask animation isn't done but Mask should be released May 21st. He wants to release them together as "the whole song is a double meaning and the whole nuance will be lost without the animation" but no matter if the animation is done the song is getting released on the 21st.

•He and Sapnap eat together often.

•He and Sapnap prefer medium rare Steak

•He wants a home gym it's something he's willing to splurge on. They currently have a weight rack but they haven't even set it up.

•"Eat the rich? Shut up shut up" - Dream

•Talked about money basically saying "Most people don't understand how money works I don't have millions in my bank account it's in assets like merch, land and warehousing for that stuff" (He's not in his landlord arc)

•He's been debating Pride Merch because of Rainbow Capitalism. He doesn't want it too be seen as a money maker and if he does most proceeds would go to charity. He's currently super busy merch wise with Sapnap joining and George in the middle of joining. He did say "Only if the LGBTQ+ community in this community wants it" He thinks he's going to at least change the merch website to a pride one. Sapnap wants to make pride merch including a rainbow flame on his.

•He wants to create a charity that's centered around helping LGBTQ+ one day because he thinks that there's a lack of them. He mentioned that creating a charity was expensive and took a lot and was a complicated process including a board of directors but he wants to do it someday.

•He wanted to buy a bunch of houses in Florida which was a service to house mostly LGBTQ+ youth and people stuck in abusive households for free to get them out of bad home environments. But he didn't because he didn't want people thinking he was profiting of of abuse victims and LGBTQ+ community.

•He said he's terrible with time management and replying to people which is why Ken helps him (and also helps George and Sapnap). He mentioned how Sam messaged multiple times and Dream just forgot to answer but felt bad "I feel like people think I hate them..... Cause I'd be mad if people did that to me"

•He tries to reply to a few texts a day (community number). He also can't do birthday messages everyday because you can only reply at certain times so it's not abusing the system so if you get one it's special. He said he does try but it's got a weird time gap.

•Him and the manhunt winner are trying to come up with a good time to film

•He wants to stream this MCC on twitch and says his team is good.

•He talks about why he's not partnered with Twitch. Basically Twitch has a lock rate (in which you make money) and you legally can't stream on YouTube. So legally if Tommy wanted to stream on YouTube he couldn't. Someone then mentioned how Bad is a twitch partner but still streams on YouTube "Bad streams on YouTube but he has for a while and I don't think that he cares" - Dream

•He likes to reply to every donation he gets on stream and feels bad when he doesn't so he'll turn them off when he streams and wants a platform deal where he can be payed to stream (not twitch). If he gets a streaming partnership he will stream a couple of times a week. He looked in to Facebook but they don't have an alias system meaning you can see everyone's actual Facebook account and personal info, he doesn't like seeing real names on Facebook so it would require a lot of altering if he was to stream there so he's thinking it's probably going to be YouTube.

•He was asked about if his demographic was what he expected and he said he went in with no expectations, he didn't even know what stans were, wasn't really on social media so he wasn't aware of the fan culture. "You guys are a handful sometimes but it's worth it"

•He also mentioned how he and the DreamSMP changed the twitch audience demographic. It used to be male dominated in both streamers and audience and now it's almost split which is unheard on.

•He has 5 fidget spinners in his house. Two in his bedroom. Two in his office. One in the living room.

•He likes his Minecraft skin as he thinks the arm is cook and you never see the rest of his skin really. He says it's unique and different and "me". Dream: You can't even tell half the skins apart on MC.

•He's not lost the motivation to stream. Most of the times if he wants to stream he gets George or Sapnap to do it and he just turns up. It's more beneficial to them as they have donos and subs on. (Don't we fucking know it "can you say hi to")

•He has listened to Lovejoy. Says the ep was great and they're very talented and awesome. Doesn't know what his favourite song is but probably would pick One Day because the chorus slaps.

•RIP to acoustic Roadtrip. He said instead of acoustic Roadtrip we get Mask so no losses today for Dream stans.

•"With Roadtrip I went to Parker and I said Hey I have a story I want to tell through music. I have no experience with that can you help me" He said sure. He crafted the music and melodies and how things are formed where it's catchy. I have less comfort singing that. I love the song and it's my song, it's very representative of me and I'm sure I could sing it but it's a song I'd be kinds of scared to sing live, with Mask I basically did everything. I sat there the entire time and maybe an hour out if the 100 I wasn't in the call. Dream came up with the lyrics and main melody for Mask (First one he's ever come up with) "That was just notes in my fucking voice memos"

•The clip we heard of Mask was a prechorus not the actual chorus. He thinks he'd be more comfortable to do a mask acoustic and it's more melodic than Roadtrip. The chorus also has a lot of instruments similar to Roadtrip. Mask starts of slow and guitar with minimal reverb and is more raw.

• He doesn't want music to be his main thing. It's something fun to do and he's passionate about it as it's a way to express emotions. He wants to release mask then go from there. He wants to release at least one more song but has nothing on his mind currently. His two ideas were Roadtrip and Mask.

•He wouldn't quit his job to become a pizza delivery man.

•His favourite features on himself are eyes or freckles and he also confirmed that he does have eyebrows.

•He was told that Parkour warrior would be bought back some time in the near future and he got excited for it. "Even if I don't win, which I will, it'll be fun"

•Went on about his MCC team but I'm not going to put that in as we should be getting them today. He did say he wasn't on Pink but he did sound confused. (For reference he's always in Pink as it's the last team announced and keeps the hype up by announcing the biggest streamer last)

•Said he and his mum had the Mr Beast burger. He recommends because he likes the avacado. He mentioned how Mr Beast uses "Ghost Kitchens" which is basically where he gives restaurants permission to cook his food so it's restaurant quality food.

•His favourite piece of merch is the circle smile. (The pool photo on Instagram). He said the quality was bad (he worked with a different company and didn't have his own company) and it was elasticy feeling and he's planning on re-releasing it again but with good quality.

•He's started to send merch out in custom packaging. So his bags have the smile and will mostly be green. Sapnap's has the flame and is either black or white. He's also trying to make it so every order has the sticker packs for both him and Sapnap.

•He loves the coins as it's cheaper than a hoodie but still celebrates the milestones and will last a long time. He mentioned how the old coins are getting removed off the site and how if you have any of the coins your special because only a few thousand get made. He's kept around 100 of each coin that he wants to give away in person.

•He wanted to have a cool store where you could access computers that give you access to the DreamSMP in spectator mode. But it's too costly and would require too much time and isn't safe fight now. He doesn't think it'd be worth it financially.

•Most of the hoodie are black instead of multiple colours because of limited supply and covid. Getting the colours are harder because if the pandemic which hopefully won't be an issue soon.

•He wants to do a short meetup tour with Sapnap and George with a few locations in the US (and if others nearby want to join like Quackity or Karl they can). He also wants to visit Australia, UK, Canada, Mexico and Philippines and do something like that there but definitely at least visit with George and Sapnap.

•He's never been to the Philippines but his mum has. He wants to set up a place in the Philippines where he can ship merch in bulk and it would help to reduce shipping. However it would probably be big milestone merch.

•He's not got the vaccine yet but will get it when he needs to. He doesn't leave the house so he doesn't see the point.

•He's the ideas man. George's footcam video was Dream's idea. The T-shirt video was Dream's idea. Most if not all of the Dream Team's videos are Dream's ideas.

•Said he's got a similar/the same hair colour as Froy (Dream buddy at this point the only difference between you and Froy is that one of you is dating Richard Madden /lh)

[disneydarlingdiva]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

👏🏽👏🏽 can i just give you a round of applause for saying that!👏🏽👏🏽 it really pisses me off when white folks do the ABSOLUTE bare minimum and they’re congratulated for it. I had to unfollow Florian when he posted that irrelevant “BLM” post. What part of that video of a mother and daughter discussing black beauty involved the current BLM movement? Because he said “all lives matter” before changing it to BLM when black folks questioned how it related? But the icing on the cake is when he turned off the comments because of it. No sir, you really showed your true self with that shit, yet others were congratulating him as if he’d won the Nobel Peace Prize or something.

SAY IT WITH YOUR WHOLE CHEST GIRL!!!!!

HE SAID ALM. AND HE MEANT THAT SHIT.

White men do not need WOC, especially Black women, to make excuses for their dumbass actions.

I wasn't even able to find him attractive before he did that stupid shit, and the fact that there are WOC stillllll thirsting after his ass when he has already proven that he doesn't give a single fuck about us???

Couldn't be me.

48 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 04:03:36 GMT

#4

Powerpuff Girls Headcanon:

The girls get older and realize that none of the people that they've fought are the real monsters the way the mayor is.

I mean, what kind of mayor would allow 3 kindergarteners to fight his battles for him? Unless he didn't care about them the same way he didn't care about the people they fought. After all, they're not human either.

Let's take Fuzzy Lumpkins for instance. The girls come to realize that he was only protecting his space. The mayor was encroaching on his territory through his deforestation efforts to expand Townsville. How else was he supposed to defend himself if not gaining notoriety?

The Gangrene Gang? Grew up in a poor part of the city and were exposed to dangerous chemicals. We've seen how careless the mayor can be. Where else would he dump the remains of the monsters from Monster Island? And with their altered DNA came health issues. That forced them to steal just to pay for their hospital bills.

HIM? Definitely Trans. Denied the right to transition and was forced to take street hormones that altered not only the shape of their body but the color of their skin.

And I 100% feel like Ms. Sara Bellum was the brains behind all of it. Was drugging the mayor through pickles and influencing all of the decisions he made. It was the only way that a woman without a face could gain power.

77 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 17:32:19 GMT

#3

I said it before and I'll say it again. I am not watching any movie or show about black pain. I don't need to experience that trauma anymore than I already have.

Some of those stories may be important. Some of them are torture porn. And some of them are specifically made for white people to feel sympathy for black people.

I don't need stories about us dying. I don't need stories about slavery. I don't need a series about black people experiencing multiple traumas through a horror lenses.

If y'all wanna watch it, that's fine. But I'm not watching anything that contributes to the pain that our community feels on a daily basis. I don't need to see a dramatized version of our reality.

I'm good.

126 notes • Posted 2021-04-17 23:06:24 GMT

#2

I need white men to know that "You're the first black girl I've dated" is a red flag.

I need black men to know that "You're pretty for a dark skinned girl" isn't a compliment.

I need white women to know that your tears don't excuse your microaggression.

I need non-black POC to know y'all aren't allowed or permitted to say nigga.

This has been a public service announcement.

Shut the fuck up.

176 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 23:00:06 GMT

#1

I'm over WOC stanning these basic ass white male celebrities. They're not cute enough to say half the things they do. They don't date WOC publicly. The definitely don't date us in movies/tv. What have they done to deserve the amount of thirst that they get?

99% of them don't stand up for us or our rights. They don't care about us. But day in and day out I see new reasons that have been created to love on and support them and their work.

All because they have a cute dog and some of y'all have pics saved of their dick prints and their buzz cut doesn't mean they deserve our time or energy. Because they definitely won't give their energy or time to us.

Also: Stop referring to yourselves as White Man's Whore. It's fucking disgusting. There's literally nothing funny about it.

535 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 05:39:42 GMT

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[babygirlkiki1016]

Masterlist

Chapter 1: The company

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

I pulled the rope, fastening my bag to one of the ponies. I didn't speak to anyone the next morning, besides no one was going to try to talk to me anyway. The company would only speak to their kin, and as I passed by heading to the front of the line I was given dirty looks. Except for Kili, he smiled and waved but his brother shoved his arm down, scolding him for even looking my way. I sighed and walked past some more dwarves, and each scowl gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I couldn't understand what it was, but it hurt deeply, like knives to my soul.

"Y/n." Gandalf greeted me with a smile, letting me pass by. "Once we're out of the shire, you will scout ahead and report anything back to us." He leaned down slightly, so I could only hear. "We're also making a bet on if Bilbo is coming, wish to participate?" I looked towards the rest, they all seemed to be having fun. The talk of the Hobbit showing up again brought them entertainment.

"No, we're heading into a dark path Gandalf. If I were to partake in their silly affairs I'd only ruin the fun." He groaned, standing up straight to get on his horse.

"You know, it won't hurt to have a little bit of fun. You'll be riding with Thorin, for now, being in the front will give you the advantage to take in your surroundings." He was right, in the front of the line I would be able to listen to the woods, there was something dark out there. Something will be following us, I don't know what, but whatever it is it's not good.

"Are you sure he's alright with the idea of me riding with him?" He grimaced at the question, I should have figured Thorin wasn't going to accept it.

"He's not happy, just don't antagonize him and you'll be alright." My very presence puts him on edge, speaking of the devil he came up behind me with those blue orbs piercing into mine. He didn't say a word to me, he just climbed onto his pony looking ahead. Hesitantly I go to climb on but his hand stretched out, he was waiting for me to take it.

"Hurry up we don't have all day." He growled, quickly I pulled myself on and sat in front of him. I gasped at his warmth, it felt nice with his chest against my back. "Lead." His gruff voice made me shiver, I kicked the pony lightly and she went off. We made our way down the path, passing multiple Hobbits that were nearby. One was a child, a small girl about half the size of me. She waved with a wide grin, I couldn't help but wave back eagerly. It's been a while since I've seen children, my kind barely has any men around. The cold blast killed most of our soldiers who were men, so not a lot of children are born these days. Let's just hope those reports will save my people, and we can have a fresh start with alliances. "So, does all of your kind have wings like yours?" His question surprised me, he wanted to know more about my kin? Why? Was he planning for war?

"Why do you want to know? Are you planning to kill us all already?"

"I am just curious about your race, I haven't heard much about it. From the tales my grandfather and father told me, most don't have wings unless they're born with it."

"Hm." I knew all about their race, and the fact that he wanted to know more about mine intrigued me. "Some have wings, it depends on if you have a certain gene in your blood."

"How big is your homeland?"

"It was huge, bigger than the city of Erebor. Yet where we live now, is small considering your kind took our home." I snarled, he took a deep breath, probably to calm himself. His hands then gripped my cloak, and he pulled me against his chest roughly.

"I suggest you don't annoy me, for I won't be responsible for what happens to you on this trip." He was threatening me, I bet if we were attacked he'd leave me for dead.

"And I suggest you let go of me, I won't kill you but I think you'll be fine with a few fingers missing." I turned my head to face him, he was extremely close, our noses almost touching. Reluctantly he leaned back slightly, releasing me from his hold.

"I can't wait to reclaim my homeland, then I'll have you out of my sight. I won't have to deal with your kind anymore, your murderers. I don't know what Gandalf was thinking."

"He was thinking, that your weak, too weak to take down a dragon. If you want me to help you, I recommend you be friendly for I can easily leave you behind. I'll find a way into that mountain myself, so watch your words Thorin Oakenshield." He went to protest but was interrupted by shouting, it was Bilbo running from the entrance of the shire. We were in the middle of the woods now, I pull on the reigns to stop from going any further. Bilbo ran towards us, waving the contract in his hand, panting heavily.

"I signed it." He exclaims, panting heavily as he handed the contract to Balin. Balin pulls out a monocle to check the paper. It looked like Bilbo had brought everything from home with him.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Balin smiles, and surprisingly it didn't disappear when his eyes met mine. The warm smile made me happy, didn't he hear the rumors people had spread about my kind? Why was he so nice to me?

"Give him a pony," Thorin ordered, nudging me to keep going which I obey.

"No, no, no, no. That-That won’t be necessary. Thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frog Morton once." Bilbo refuses, but they didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly two of the dwarves grab hold of his arms, pick him up, and placed him directly on Minty. As we all rode along in the woods, I could hear the dwarves talking to each other.

"Come on, Nori! Pay up!" Oin demanded, the sound of coins clinking together reached my ears.

"The rest of the dwarves took gambles on if Mr. Baggins would show," Thorin explained, however, I already knew this due to Gandalf.

"What about you Thorin? Did you participate?" I said looking at him, he shook his head laughing slightly.

"I don't participate in silly affairs, though if I did I would've guessed he wouldn't have come." I can see how that's true, sometimes people just don't want to leave home. They'd rather stay in their safe comfy beds, and I was one of them. "You seem deep in thought." My cheeks turned red as I realized I had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm alright." Clearing my throat awkwardly only to hear Bilbo shouting about something else.

"Uh-wait, wait. Stop! Stop! We have to turn around." Thorin groaned and I slowed the pony down, waiting to hear Bilbo's excuse.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf wondered, he was riding a larger horse than the rest of us.

"I forgot my handkerchief." We can't just stop and go back because of some handkerchief, it would only be a waste of time.

"Here! Use this." Bofur rips off a bit of cloth from his robe and throws it to Bilbo, who looks at it with disgust.

"Move on!" Thorin announces, and I continue down the path of our journey. Later that night, we stopped by the entrance of a small cave. I slept close to the edge of the entrance, my wings keeping me warm and hidden from the others. That's when I heard shuffling behind me, it was Thorin setting down his sleeping bag.

"Did you miss me already?" I joked, making him roll his eyes annoyed.

"One of us has to watch you, you might try and kill us in our sleep." I just turned back around, curling back up into a small ball. It was colder outside than I expected, I should've brought warmer clothes. I shivered as a gust of wind blew our way, it took a while for me to fall asleep. The cold wasn't helping me at all, but I finally managed to sleep into unconsciousness. That is until I woke up to howls, not just any normal howls, wargs. I sat up, searching the area, getting ready to strike if I had to. The orcs were far off into the distance but I saw them, I could feel the evilness radiating off of them.

"You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin yelled making me turn to him, he stood up abruptly, his fur coat missing. That's when I realized it was on me, he had laid his coat on me to keep me warm but why? What was his reason for being kind to me?

"We didn’t mean anything by it," Kili stated, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world." Thorin angrily walks off, I had an urge to go try and cheer him up. He did give me his coat, after all, I could at least do something nice. Slowly I made my way over to him, he hadn't sensed my presence yet.

"Thorin?" I called letting out a small yawn. He didn't face me, instead, he kept his gaze pit on the horizon.

"Go away." He ordered but I refused to listen, my feet made their way next to him. He scowled at me, but said nothing else, he only just crossed his arms. His hand caught my attention, it was bigger than most, his fingers were twice the size of mine. Without thinking I tugged on it, making his eyes avert to me. I placed my hand against him, comparing the sizes. "Y/n?" He mutters, wondering what I was up to.

"Your hands, they're so much bigger than mine. For such tiny men, you certainly have large fingers, it's fascinating." I looked up at him, his eyes widened at my comment. "You know as a child I used to wonder what the tiny men of our world looked like, I tried to learn everything about dwarves that I could. My kingdom's library had multiple books about your culture, I have to admit it was interesting to learn about your courting styles."

"You know of our courting ritual?"

"Of course, I know everything about each race. I was a very strange child at that age, yet one question remained unanswered. Why do dwarves keep their hair long?" He smiled at my curiosity, those deep blue ocean eyes stared at me in adoration. Though those furious eyes returned, and he angrily pulled his hand away.

"You shouldn't be asking questions about courting, it's not as if anyone would marry your kind anyway." He lifted his hand, glaring at it in disgust. "Now I have to wash away the filth you have spread upon me." My heart broke a little as if a piece had shred from the flesh. As he stormed off I wondered what ran through his mind, he was the sweet innocent man a few seconds ago. What made him irritated with me? Thorin went back to the place we had been sleeping, and he grabbed his cloak moving to the other side of the camp. Each dwarf turned their head my way, and only three of them grinned at me.

"I'll keep watch," I spoke as I returned to my make-shift bed. It would be better if I stayed away from the others, at least that's not what Kili thought. Cause a few seconds later he plopped down right next to me. "What are you doing? Won't the others scold you for sitting next to me?"

"Who cares, they can argue all they want. No one should be alone, I'll keep watch with you." My heart swelled at his kindness, why was he being so nice to me? Did he believe me than those foolish rumors the others had heard? He frowned slightly, he was serious now. "Are you ok Y/n?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I've dealt with stubborn dwarves before believe me. Their rudeness hardly bothers me anymore." I lied, staring down at my hands. How could this world think such cruel thoughts about my kind, why did Thror have to lie about us? Kili placed his hand on mine to try and calm me, and lightly he caressed it with his thumb.

"You know not all of us hate you, me, Balin, and my brother Fili we know the truth. I told my brother what you told me, and he sort of believes it. You don't seem like the angry ravaging digonisks we've heard about, and besides the reports in those mountains is evidence that your kin is innocent. Speaking of Balin however, he wanted me to tell you that when you get a chance he wishes to speak with you." I glanced over the white-haired dwarf who gave me a small smile. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Maybe his politeness was just a ruse to kill me in secret, what if Kili is doing the same? Ever since I've joined the company I haven't thought of the consequences, I treat them as if they're normal men. I have to be more careful if I am to get to the mountain. "You know you should probably get some sleep, we'll need those wings again."

"No, they're orcs not far, they're watching us. I need to be awake just in case they decide to come our way. I appreciate the gesture, sleep Kili, you and your kin are the most important people here after all." He opened his mouth to protest, but kept quiet and snuggled up in his bed. I kept my eyes on the frontier, watching as the orcs scattered away but I knew they would be back, they always come back.

~♪♠♪~

The harsh wind blasted against me, the building fell apart from the ice that covered the bricks. Shouts were heard from all over, but the only I could focus on was my mother's. My legs hurt bad, but her condition was worse, there was an ice shard in her side. It no longer looked like liquid water, instead, it was nothing but a melting ice block of blood.

"Mommy!" I reached out for her, my hand reaching out to try and save her from the man that stood close. His sword was raised ready to strike, and that's when I saw his face. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company.

"Die filth!" His sword came crashing down hard, and as it decapitated her head I shot up. My chest beating fast, it was just a dream, just a dream. Most dwarves were asleep, the only one awake was Kili who was taking over my shift. I had fallen asleep, how could have been so stupid? He could've hurt me, or worse slaughtered me like the rest of my family. My body trembled as he came close to me, worry showing in his brown eyes.

"Kili stay back!" I warned, he raised his hands as a symbol of peace.

"I won't hurt you, I promise...are you alright?" I was shaking violently, and it wasn't because of the wind that blew our way. "Are you cold? Here." He sheds his cloak going to hand it to me but I shake my head.

"N-Nightmare." That was all I managed to get out, he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor and slowly made his way over showing that he had no weapons. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. I didn't hug back, for I was waiting for any sign that this wasn't a nice gesture. It didn't come, he just pulled me closer, and I have to admit the hug was very helpful. I listened to his breathing, and eventually, it helped my heart stop beating at a rapid speed. He smelled of sweat and pine wood, surprisingly it was a soothing smell.

"Want to talk about it?" He whispered, pulling back to look at me as his thumb rubbed softly against my skin as a way to calm me down.

"No, it was just a silly dream. It's not as if you would care anyhow."

"I do care, and just in case another agonizing fantasy comes across your mind I'll sit right here. So if you do have another nightmare I'll be here to help." He gently pulled me into his side, which I hesitantly accepted, and soon I went senseless, succumbing to the darkness.

For the next few days when I wasn't flying above them to keep watch, I rode with Thorin. The more we rode together, the more he didn't mind it. Soon it was like second nature to him, and every morning when it was time to leave he would hold out his hand to help me on the pony. Although he was extra grumpy today as we continued our journey in the woods while riding in the torrential rain.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?" Dori begged, but to no avail, nothing could be done. Well at least for them, considering I was a dragon slayer and immune to fire. One of my abilities was magic, and that magic included creating ablaze. I felt Thorin shiver from behind me, and I felt bad. I never did thank him for letting me use his cloak the other night.

"Thorin take the reigns," I ordered, turning around on the horse, immediately he grabbed the reigns as I let go.

"What on earth do you think your doing woman?" He growled, his eyes piercing into my own. Resting a hand upon his chest, he blushed slightly at the contact I used just a little bit of my charms to summon some heat. "What curse are you putting on me? Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"It's not a curse, it's a spell to keep you warm you ass. Now hold still or I just might burn you." He growled and lifted his head to try and see in front of him, I wasn't that tall. After a few seconds of straining his neck to see, he eventually rested his chin on the top of my head lightly. "I'm not your headrest you know."

"Well, I can't see around your thick skull."

"It's not that big! I'm shorter than you!"

"Shorter, but your head is certainly wider. Are you sure you have a brain in there?" I burned him slightly, making him wince.

"Keep talking 'Oh great one' and see where it gets you. Your lucky I'm even giving you warmth, I could just keep it all to myself." I returned the heat to normal and leaned my head on his chest. His breathing went rigid for a second, then slowed down but his heartbeat sped up.

"...What other powers do you have?" He asked, moving closer to my hand to get warmer. I slipped it down to his side, making him jump. "Watch it."

"Other than fire, I have a vast amount of strength. I could rip a tree out of the ground, second I can fly at fast speeds while spreading my wings. Soldiers with wings are called our airborne army, they attack from above and can kill dragons a lot easier. Last but not least, only the royal line can take on the form of a dragon. At least we used to, The Power of The Black Dragon was lost long ago. It is passed down from generation to generation, but the Queen with the ability died along with it." My mother, just a year before my coronation to take on my birthright was gravely injured from the frozen blast caused by men. She passed away, I never got to tell her that I loved her. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I'm scared'. Though I will never forget her last words, 'don't take revenge.'

"How many more are there?"

"Once there were millions of us, and now because of people like you, there is only 1,000. I hope your happy, cause soon we'll be extinct."

"No, cause soon you'll get those reports. And you'll show the world the mistake we caused." He whispered, his comment made my heart swoon. Had he said what I thought he had confessed?

"Thank you." It was all I could say, I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He was trying to keep me warm like I was doing to him, perhaps he's not like the monster from my dreams.

@fili-is-my-lover @kirenia15 @lunariasilver @depressedchilipepper

[hikari-writes]

『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Oneshot

Winter Wonderland Collab

❝ Cure For A Broken Heart ❞

Pairing: Goshiki Tsutomu

Warning: Cheating ex boyfriend, past toxic relationship

Genre: F L O O F

Words: 3.6k

Notes:

-F!Reader

A/N: heres another piece for the winter wonderland collab feat baby boy goshiki :3

Winter Wonderland Masterlist

You stomped your way through the shopping district full of couples making out, anger seeping through you as you tried very hard not to yell at those strangers. 

It was hard to contain your anger towards happy couples, especially since you had just broken up with your cheating boyfriend. 

Definitely not a good way to start your Christmas evening.

You rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tears that were welling up in it. You tried to get your mind off of things as you thought on how Oikawa would react when he finds out about your breakup. 

He'll most likely nag you for hours, saying that he knew that your (now) ex-boyfriend was bad news all along. You couldn't help but to heave another sigh. 

Not that Oikawa hadn't warned you about your ex before. He warned you multiple times, even. But you were too blinded by what you thought was love for your ex to even pay any attention to Oikawa's warnings. 

As you kept walking and walking without any particular direction you were heading into, you finally found yourself in an unfamiliar side of the shopping district. 

The place wasn't bustling with as many people as the center of the shopping district you were in just now. There were fewer shops, and the things that were being sold in them weren’t as eye-catching as the ones in the busy part of the shopping district. 

Just then, your feet stopped at a shop that appears to be a cafe. You looked at the shop sign. There, written in a beautiful font, was the shop’s name.

“...Shiratori Cake House.”

You stared at the picture of a swan on the sign board logo. Fits the cafe’s name to a T, you thought. Seeing as how the place is void of any visitors, you figured that there won’t be so many customers in the cafe and decided to enter the cafe to treat yourself to something sweet and take your mind off the aching pain in your heart. 

Truthfully, you could’ve just gone to the cafe Oikawa worked at, since you’re more familiar with that place and you might even got to ask for a bit of a friend discount from him. But since it was CHRISTMAS, the place will undoubtedly be flooded with customers, who were mostly Oikawa’s fangirls, and you didn’t want to be suffocated with so many people while your mind was in total shambles. You needed peace, quiet and a little bit of a sweet treat to mend your broken heart at the time.

As soon as you stepped in, however, you realized that your previous guess was completely off. 

The cafe wasn’t lacking in customers.

It didn’t have any customers to begin with.

You looked around in confusion. You even thought that maybe the place was actually already closed for the day. But you were definitely sure that the sign read “OPEN” before you entered just now. See, it wouldn’t have been weird if business was running slow if this was any other day. But it was CHRISTMAS. Every cafe, bakery and cake shop in the town was swarmed with customers, especially considering the fact that there weren't as many shops like that in your town to begin with.

Your confusion was cut short when you heard a male voice called out to you.

“Welcome, dear customer. A table for one?”

You turned around to see a guy with a black haired bowl cut wearing what you presumed to be the cafe’s uniform greeting you. You sent him a nod and followed behind him silently as he led the way to one of the tables. Considering the fact that he was serving you, you took it that it was still business hours at the time. 

“Take your time, and just call me whenever you’ve decided on an order.”

He handed you the menu and you took it with a curt nod. You didn’t spare a glance at the menu as you stared at the waiter. He noticed your gaze and looked at you with confusion evident in his eyes. 

“Is there something wrong?”

At his question, you found yourself opening your mouth to say something that even you yourself wasn’t expecting to come out of your own mouth. You guessed you could say you said that on the spur of the moment, but what exactly prompted you to say that was unknown to even yourself. Who knows, maybe the stress and sadness you were feeling after having just broken up with your ex made you lose some of your brain cells.

“Can I get a smile from you?”

You asked with a straight face, as if you didn’t just ask a question that might as well be considered as a pick-up line. After blurting that out, you realized how much you actually sounded like Oikawa. Guess being friends with him had made his habits rub off on you too. You internally cringed at what you just said, and was about to apologize to the waiter when you saw his reaction. 

He looked extremely surprised at your sudden request and he was blushing extremely hard, you could even feel the heat he was radiating. He kept opening and closing his mouth, as if trying to say something to you but the vocabularies in his brain just disappeared. It was apparent that he had never experienced being hit on before. His reaction seemed to be contagious when you found even yourself blushing at his reaction, and you were left with an awkward silence as the both of you continued to hang your head low. You gotta admit though, he was pretty cute so that just became another factor as to why you blushed after what you just said.

Not too long after that, another waiter stepped in and pushed the black haired waiter away. You snapped out of your flustered state and looked up at the waiter who just helped the two of you get out of that awkward situation. He had copper-colored hair with a….unique hairstyle.

He heaved a sigh before meeting your gaze.

“Please excuse him, dear customer. Although, I must say, you did break him after what you just said.”

At his statement, your blush grew darker.

“B-broke him, you said...”

You quickly averted your gaze and stared intently at the menu in front of you, trying to distract yourself from the unbearable awkwardness. 

You skimmed through the menu and took a quick glance at the cakes displayed in a window glass. All the desserts looked delicious, sure, but you couldn't buy all of them. Finally, you decided to go with the easiest solution.

“Say, what do you recommend? Do you have any special menu that you specialize in?”

You turned to the two waiters who, oddly enough, were still standing near your table instead of just waiting at the counter until you called over. 

At this question, the black haired waiter perked up, and he seemed like he had finally been snapped out of his embarrassment. 

“If you're asking what we specialize in, I must simply mention our tea! While the tea leaves aren't anything fancy or anything of the sort, the way we *cough* I *cough* brew our tea is enough to bring the full flavour of the tea. I'm sure you'll enjoy it!”

He seemed rather enthusiastic about it,but the other waiter just shot him an unpleasant glare. The black haired waiter quickly shut his mouth up. From the way he said it, you could pretty much deduce that the aforementioned “tea that they specialize in” was brewed by the black haired waiter himself. Nice display of confidence.

The other waiter cleared his throat before speaking. 

“I'm pretty sure she meant what sort of DESSERTS do we specialize in, Tsutomu, not drinks. And to answer your question, we do pride ourselves in our chocolate desserts. I highly recommend you getting the Black Forest cake, but since it IS Christmas, we also have Strawberry Shortcake to offer, if you'd prefer that.”

You contemplated on what to order for a moment. In the end, you decided to go with what he recommended (since he did go out of his way to mention that).

The waiter displayed a small smile that probably meant “Oh thank goodness I didn't waste my time recommending that cake to her,” as he jotted down the order. He didn't say it aloud obviously, but his smile just kinda radiated that vibe, y'know?

You then turned towards the black haired waiter, Tsutomu, you presumed, and gave him a small grin. 

“And I also would like to have this tea that you specialize in.”

His face lit up and he seemed to be blushing a bit. He nodded enthusiastically while the other waiter just gave him a distasteful look. 

The two walked away and you took the opportunity to look around the cafe. It seemed to have a pretty good interior design, and the cakes being displayed also seemed to sparkle brightly. You wondered why there was no customer at all. Probably because of how it's located in a pretty deserted part of the shopping district. 

Meanwhile you were busy looking up and down the shop, the two waiters who were serving you just now whispered to one another. 

“Before you start, let me just make one thing clear. She obviously wasn't actually planning to hit on you from the look on her face, so stop acting like a high school girl who just got herself a boyfriend.”

The copper haired waiter, Shirabu, started. Tsutomu seemed a bit disappointed at this, but he quickly furrowed his brows at him. 

“But still, I was still being hit on by a really PRETTY girl. It's probably a Christmas miracle or something.”

He sighed with a small blush adorning his face, to which Shirabu just replied with a disgusted look. 

“I wonder if she has a lover or not...”

He quietly asked the question out of curiosity. Shirabu looked at him for a moment before glancing at you. 

“Think about it logically, Tsutomu. Today is Christmas. It's basically a holiday for couples to spend their time together. Meanwhile our dear customer right there is, as you can see, alone. Plus, why would she wonder around this part of the shopping district alone if she wasn't preoccupied with her thoughts. She probably either is definitely single from the start and wanted to get away from the busy part of the shopping district which was full of couples, OR she had just broken up with her lover.”

After explaining his guesses (Thanks, Sherlock), Shirabu seemed to realize something and turned to Tsutomu almost immediately. 

“Don't tell me you….you wanted to ask her out or something?? Tsutomu, it was just ONE pick-up line, for God's sake.”

Shirabu frowned at the younger male, expressing his disbelief with a sigh. 

“That's not it!”

He hissed in defense. Tsutomu turned to look at you again who were staring off at the shop's window, silently admiring the falling snow outside. 

“It's just...she seemed sad and I was just wondering if she has a special someone who she can confide in….or something.”

Tsutomu softly explained, his eyes still fixated on you.

“You know what people nowadays call you? A busybody. Why would you care for a stranger anyway?”

Tsutomu gave a silent glare towards Shirabu as he finished brewing your tea.

“Well then, Shirabu-san, if I'm a busybody then you're a jerk. It's called being KIND and maybe you should try it sometimes too.”

“Alright, then, go take this cake to her, if you're SO kind. And DON'T scare her away, you hear me? She's our only customer today and we don't appreciate you blabbing unnecessary stuff at her and making her leave.”

With that warning, Shirabu handed Tsutomu a plate with a slice of Black Forest cake on it. Tsutomu just grumbled as a response and made his way towards you. 

“Here is your order. Please enjoy it.”

Your train of thoughts was interrupted when Tsutomu came back with a tray of your order. You nodded and mumbled a small thank you before picking up the cup of tea. It was freezing cold outside so you figured the hot tea could keep you nice and warm.

As soon as you took a sip from it, you were completely stunned by the flavour of the tea. 

Turned out he wasn't joking or blindly bragging about the tea he made. It was, without a doubt, extremely delicious. The coldness you were feeling was gone in an instant and it felt as if your entire body was filled with the warmth of the tea. 

“It's really delicious.”

You commented and looked at him with a genuinely warm smile. He tried to hide the smile that was forming on his face but the blush on his cheeks was enough proof to know that he was completely pleased with your compliment. 

All of a sudden, you were washed with feelings of nostalgia. Now that you thought back on it, you also always tried your hardest to brew the best tea for your ex-boyfriend. All of that memory seemed like a blur to you now that you know that he probably didn't mean any of the compliments he gave. Heck, you even caught a glimpse of him pouring the tea you made into the sink but you decided that that was just your mind playing tricks on you.

“Urgh, this SUCKS. I came here to forget about him but he still somehow managed to wriggle his way into my mind...”

You closed your eyes and your brows were knitted together in frustration as you thought that. You inhaled the scent of the tea and thankfully, that managed to calm your nerves down. 

“Are you alright??”

When you heard the panicked voice of Tsutomu, you opened your eyes and only then did you realize something sliding down your cheeks.

“What….?”

You touched your cheeks to inspect what it was. Well, even if you didn't, you already had a pretty good guess as to what it was. 

Tears were running down your cheeks in an uncontrollable manner. It was as if the more you tried to wipe them away, the more they came flooding down your face.

Tsutomu was panicking so hard, he felt as though he just lost ten years of his lifespan. Meanwhile Shirabu was glaring daggers behind his back, thinking that Tsutomu had said something to make you cry. 

“I'm terribly sorry, I….”

At this point, you had buried your whole face in your hands, ashamed at yourself for crying in front of these strangers. Just then, you felt a comforting hand being placed on your back, softly rubbing circles on top of it.

“It's alright if you felt like crying. Just let it all out.”

Those words were all that you needed before streams of tears started to pour out of your eyes and a few sobs to escape your lips. The fact that you suddenly remembered how your ex-boyfriend would always tell you to not cry in front of him because he claimed it’d be “troublesome” made you realize how toxic your relationship was.

After a few minutes had passed and you had calmed down, you pulled your hand away from your face before facing Tsutomu. He noticed this and looked at you with a concerned look. 

“I’m really sorry. That was shameful of me to cry in front of a total stranger. Thank you for giving me the chance to let all that out.”

You smiled at him and he retreated back his hand that was on your back. 

“Uhm...if you don’t mind, you can tell me your problems. I believe that it’s better to have someone you can confide in rather than keep it to yourself.”

You looked at him for a moment. Most people won’t really care about a stranger’s problem, so Tsutomu offering that came as a bit of a surprise to you. But if he had offered that, then it’d be nice to accept it.

“Thank you for the offer...Excuse me for bothering you then.”

So you told him everything from how you were burned out because of your work and were hoping to have a nice, relaxing time alone with your ex….and how you discovered he was cheating on you when you went to his place uninvited. You stormed out of there, and walked and walked and walked...trying to get as far away as possible from his place. Then, before you knew it, you found yourself in front of this cake shop. 

Tsutomu listened so intently, nodding his head every now and then to silently reassure you that he was listening. It warmed your heart when you saw how considerate he was being. For once, you actually felt as if a burden had been lifted off your shoulders. 

Shirabu who was sitting at the counter was silently listening to your story too. He made his way to your table and put down a slice of Strawberry Shortcake, claiming that that one was on the house.

“It’s hard to see the truth when you’re too blinded by what you wanted to believe. I’m sure that’s what happened to you too. Whoever that guy was, he clearly is a jerk that doesn’t have any respect for people. How can he be so disrespectful to someone as beautiful and kind as you?”

Tsutomu huffed out in frustration. You smiled at him for a moment before realizing what he just said at the end of his line.

“What...was that?”

You asked with an awkward smile and a small blush adorning your cheeks.

“Huh? I said he’s such a jerk---”

Before he got to finish the sentence, his eyes widened as a realization dawned upon him about what he just blurted out and before he knew it a deep crimson blush was already dusted upon his cheeks.

An awkward silence came upon the both of you and Shirabu who was watching the whole thing heaved an exasperated sigh as he thought on how hopeless the both of you were.

“A-anyways...thank you for hearing me out. And the food here is delicious too. I’ll definitely come back here again and bring my friends as well.”

After finishing your cakes and tea, you got up from your seat and went to the counter to pay for your orders.

“Ah, it’s already so late so uhh.. I think it’s best if I accompany you until you reach the main part of the shopping district.”

Tsutomu quickly got up from his seat and walked towards you. You honestly didn’t want to trouble him any further, but he simply assured you that he wanted to do it himself. Shirabu also nonchalantly encouraged you to take him up on his offer. At last, you did and walked out of the cake shop side by side with Tsutomu. 

The rapid contrast of the temperature from the heater in the cake shop and outside of it made you involuntarily shiver. As you exhaled, you could see your own breath in front of you. You’re definitely curling up under your kotatsu tonight.

The both of you walked in silence, admiring the colourful decorations being put around the district. When you finally reached the more busy part of the shopping district, the both of you stopped in your tracks.

“Thank you for everything today. You’ve been a great help…..Uh….”

You stopped mid-sentence as you realized that you didn’t know what this stranger’s name who had been so kind to you was.

“Just call me Tsutomu.”

He replied as if he knew what was on your mind. You smiled and nodded.

“....Tsutomu, thank you again for today. You can call me Y/N.”

You didn’t know whether it was because of the cold or because he was blushing, but you noticed his cheeks being dusted with pink hues. The same could be applied to you as well as you felt the rising heat in your cheeks. 

You bowed one last time and was about to continue walking when he called out to you.

“Uhm! Y/N...now that I think about it...I uh... I don’t think I caught what your phone number was….”

The both of you stood there in silence, your blush only grew deeper as moments passed by and you quickly responded to him by taking out a piece of paper from your bag and scribbling down your number.

“Here!”

You handed him the piece of paper and hung your head low, too embarrassed to face him. He took the paper and held it close to his chest.

“....I’ll be sure to contact you.”

He whispered under his breath, barely audible to your ears. You nodded and the both of you shared a small, content smile before making your separate ways to your house and back to the cake shop respectively.

That Christmas had been very hectic and you were drained out, but spending your time at the cake shop was an experience you’ll never forget. After all, the cute, black haired waiter there did help mend your broken heart at the time. 

Bonus~

Oikawa totally wasn’t having it when he knew you gave out your phone number to a total stranger. In the end, he nagged you for hours about the danger of strangers and also how he was going to kick your ex-boyfriend’s ass after that. (He, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki brought you cakes and some games to cheer you up so you weren’t all that bothered by his continuous nagging.)

The End

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