#I don't want to deal with anything anymore

[alwaysobsessed777]

okok so for the nika angst how about it’s something with her injury and reader trying to help her and it’s appreciated but nika feels helpless since reader helps with everything and nika starts closing herself off ??

idk something like that 🤷‍♀️

FINE LINE - N.M

finally finished this one after the long day I had (which was literally just shopping and watching the UConn game). So please...enjoyyy and hopefully it's not to bad.

Not sure the word count but there is no warnings!!

"hey, Niks. I'm gonna head to work, um, do you need anything before I go?" A simple question. Nothing that could be taken the wrong way.

"Nope."

"Okay...I'll pick something up for us to eat on my way home, if you want me too."

"Sounds good."

My lips form a thin line, "Okay, just text me something you'd want. I love you."

"Love you."

I didn't want to think to much into it, but since nika's injury, I've tried my best to be the supportive girlfriend who stays by her side. But something just seems off with her anymore. I don't know if it's just the fact that's she's injured that keeps her down...or if I'm smothering her with my presence.

I made my way to work, helping the Seattle storm players stay up on workouts and anything else they needed. Quickly, I finished whatever paperwork was thrown at me. At this point, the job had lost its charm. Everything felt broken. Between the players, the staff, everything was finally falling apart...and I had no control over it.

"You good there?" Jewell's voice broke through whatever had been brewing in my mind.

"I guess," rummaging through the file I had been trying to sort, something to keep my mind off everything else. Which, clearly wasn't working.

The woman moved her way to the desk, leaning against it, "you don't sound so sure."

"I'm not."

The teasing seemed to dissipate once those two words left my mouth. "Y/n, is everything good? If you needa talk, the teams right here."

"I...I don't know. Everything seems to be falling apart." Jewell titled her head, as if to tell me to keep going.

"The team is falling apart. Whether it's the staff or it's the players. Then there was nika's injury...and I feel like I'm losing her. She barely talks to me, I can't tell if I'm doing to much or not enough." I hadn't even realized the tears that started to fall, Jewell coming up to me to hold my hands, "I just feel like everything is slowly freeing itself from my grasp...and I can't do anything about it but watch. Watch the team start to hate each other. Watch everyone I work with rip each other's throats out cause there's no way for communication. And...and then watch my girlfriend fall deeper into whatever mental crisis she's going through until there's no way of getting her back." The sobs were uncontrollable. I hadn't realized how much I needed to talk to someone. I was so focused on everyone else. I forgot about myself, the one thing that was supposed to matter the most I let slip the furthest away from me.

"Hey, y/n, just take the rest of the day off," I went to argue, but Jewell just shook off my response, "don't worry about the team, don't worry about anyone in this building...other than you."

"I can't just leave."

"I'll talk to someone, explain what's going on. They'll understand, everyone needs a mental health day every once in awhile," The woman's soft smile sent a wave of comfort over me. The first feeling of comfort I've had in awhile, "and about Nika...I'm sure she's dealing with a lot. Going through an injury like an ACL tear, it takes a toll on every aspect of your life. Now I'm not giving her a reason to shut you out...but give her just a little bit of leeway."

I nod, fighting the urge to crash into her and just hug her....which goes right out the window the second she opens her arms inviting me in. Without a second thought, I bury my face in her shoulder, trying to take the comfort the woman was offering.

"How do I even talk to Nika? I've tried...nothing seems to bring her back to me...." Had I tried hard enough? Was it really my fault for her drifting away from me?

"Like I said, I'm sure there's a lot going on in that thick head of hers," a small chuckle escaped my lips, "but I'm sure she'll have a reason that made sense to her on why she was pushing you away. And please, if it's extremely stupid...let me know and I'll prove her how stupid that move was."

A smile spreads across my lips, "thanks Jewells...I needed this."

"I know...you looked like you were gonna throw this desk at me when I walked in."

"Whatever...I'm gonna go talk to Nika. I just need to know she's okay."

Jewell seemed to soften even more, "Nika is gonna be okay. Now or even a month away from now...she's gonna be okay."

"Thank you," she pulled me into another hug, letting me go, allowing me to make my way back to the apartment my girlfriend and I shared. The small place we've started to call home after just a couple months. Meeting about a year ago at UConn, the giant campus somehow leading to us meeting each other at one of the many cafes that were scattered throughout it. The way I had finished my studies for physical therapy and she had just finished her last year on the basketball team. I had been praying to get a job for Seattle storm since I was little, not being able to play but hoping to help the people who did. Then, Nika got drafted, sending her straight my way. We got close over her training camp days, which lead to her making the team, to her needing a place. I just happened to overhear and offered her a spot in my apartment. Little did I know she'd end up being my girlfriend a month later.

But here I was today...reminiscing the last couple months like our relationship was in the past. A sudden wash of dread spread throughout me, stopping me from getting out of my car as I sat in front of the apartment. I almost had to bribe myself with the fact that if I got everything out now, it'd all be fixed later.

Opening the door to the small place left me sick, walking up the stairs to our shared room was even worse. I stood in front of the closed door, quiet sounds floated around from the TV. I knocked a couple times; no answer. I opened the door slowly, catching Nika sitting upright - hair down, hood over her head, covers pulled up to her chin - a dead stare right at the TV. Not even a little acknowledgement of me being her.

"Hey," it came out rough, hoarse. My nerves became uneasy. Knocking her head to the side, her eyes fell on mine, but it lasted no more than a second. "Can we talk?"

Nika tensed, "about what?"

I made my way to the bed, sitting beside the girl, "Us."

"Us?" Her head snapped in my direction. A wash of worry or nervousness flooded her face.

"Yeah," fidgeting with my hands, I continued, "Are you not happy...like...in our relationship? Am I being to much? Or maybe I'm not enough for you? Maybe I wasn't able to help you like I thought I would? I don't know, I probably shouldn't have brought you back here, to Seattle, when you could've just went back hom-"

Nika's hands made contact with mine, her body moved to be faced towards me. "Are you unhappy?"

"...I...I don't know."

Nika's eyes widened, shock, worry, nervousness, anything and everything seemed to hit her like a truck in that very moment. "Y/n...I'm sorry...maybe we should end things."

Tears swelled in my eyes, this wasn't anything that I was expecting. "You wanna break it off?"

"I...I don't know," the girl started, staring off at the small contact that we were making, "maybe it'll be better for you. You could live your life without worrying about me 24/7. Maybe you'll find more time to be with your friends instead of stuck in bed with me. Maybe you'll start to love your job again without having to worry if I'm upset that you get to work and I don't. Maybe you'll be able to actually live your life without having to worry about the disappointment you come home to everyday. Maybe you'll be able to find someone who will be able to treat you the way you're supposed to be treated. I love you too much to keep you stuck in the house with me. I love you so much I need to let you have a life, not for you to only care about mine."

Tears fell from her cheeks, sobs erupted out of me. The stress and hurt of Nika's words hitting me harder than anything else ever has. "Nika...I love you...I don't want anything but you."

Nika shook her head, "no...I'm a burden on you...I can't hold you down anymore."

"Nika...please...I can't live without you. I would do anything for you...even if it's ruining my life, I would ruin my life over and over again before I let you go." The brunette couldn't keep eye contact. Anything was better than looking at me at this moment. "Nika, I'm not letting you break us up."

"Why? I can't be the girlfriend you deserve. I'm stuck here...and you just get stuck with me."

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Niks."

Her eyes fell on mine, "I just don't understand...I can't even stand myself right now."

"And I will always be able to stand you... I'll do more than just 'stand' you, Nika, I'm always gonna love you." Her eyes fell again, she pulled me into her. A hug. The first one she's initiated in awhile.

"I'm sorry," her voice breaking, "I...I just want you to be happy."

"I'm always happy...but that's only because I'm with you, Nika."

She let out a soft chuckle, "I don't know what I'd do without you, y/n/n."

A smile, small, but still a smile stretched across my face, "I don't know what you'd do either."

She moved to look me in the face, "you're the only thing that's getting me through this injury...I hope you know that."

"I'm just glad to hear I'm helping you at all," I take her hand in mine, a soft spark ignited between us.

"I know I haven't said it to you-"

"you haven't really said much in awhile."

Her face softened more, "I know, and I'm sorry about that, but I just want to let you know... you're more than enough for me. Over the last couple weeks...I had this feeling that I was becoming a burden on you...and I thought if I separated myself from you, you'd finally realize I wasn't enough for you."

"Nika..."

"Y/n...I want nothing more than you in my life, always and forever."

"And you'll get that...cause I'm not going anywhere." A easy quiet settled between us, she moved to lay in my arms while I rubbed gently on her arm. Her breaths seemed to fall into a steady pace, a pattern. She fell asleep...in my arms...but things just felt easier. A weight lifted off my shoulder, and I'm sure it was the same for her.

I placed a soft kiss on her head, settling my head on hers. Drifting away to sleep that was almost inevitable, I whispered three words, "I love you." Those three words I would never go without telling the woman in my arms. I wanted her to know I meant them ...even in her worst moments.

A/n hopefully this is to your liking (the person who requested this) and it was more angsty than what I usually write.

[livesworthlivingau]

Memory of Lost Letters

Spoilers for ISAT and Two Hats below! CW: Panic Attacks, Suicidal/Death Ideation, Unhealthy Obsession, Grief/Loss

Yet another memories chapter! Heavily inspired by this fic I read recently and I realized it would be prime angst to make an LWL version of the idea, 30 years of 'lost letters' to Loop.

("… Hello?… Are you there Loop?… Does this still work?")

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("Thank you again, Loop... I don't know if you can hear me, but I think I can still feel you somehow... I can't wait to see you again, whenever you're ready!")

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("Loop... I understand if you need some time, you can take all the time you need, I'll be there for you whenever you want it... but please say something, anything... I just want to know you're okay...")

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(Sigh)

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("We're gonna be leaving Dormont soon, last chance to come accept everyone's thanks in person, if you want... We're heading to Bambouche so uhh... hopefully we'll see you there if not.")

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("... It still doesn't feel real... leaving Dormont, being out of the loops... I can only imagine how it might feel for you... I miss you Loop...")

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("PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!! I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!")

|"Sif, please hold on a second-!"|

("NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!! NO ONE GETS IT!! ONLY THEY DO!!! WHY WON'T THEY ANSWER ME?!?! I KNOW THEY'RE THERE!! WHY-")

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("I can't do this… I can't do this anymore Loop… I don't deserve them, I don't deserve any of this… You do. You should be here, not me… Please come home. Please take it all back… Please…" Stifled sobbing)

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(Deep breath "... I'm sorry Loop, it's been... a lot to deal with... I think I'm doing a bit better now... We met Nille finally, she's really nice, tough too, I think you'd like her." Chuckles "... If you don't want me to call you anymore, all you gotta do is say so, I'd understand, I promise...")

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(Sigh "Thanks again for everything...")

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("Happy birthday Loop!... At least I think it's our birthday, can't know for sure, can we?... I hope it's a good one for you!")

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("Everyone helped me find a therapist, a really nice one too... Would you mind if I... told them... about you? 'Us'? They said it's all confidential, they wouldn't tell anyone else if I don't want them too... It would help me explain everything a bit more to them... I promise I won't tell anyone else, not without you...")

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("I TOLD THEM! I TOLD THEM AND I'M SORRY!!")

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("... Is it bad that I kinda wanted you to scream at me for that?... at least I'd hear your voice again... They actually recommended that I write letters to you, as a little therapy exercise... I told them I was kinda already doing that, heh... They also said I should start being more true to my feelings and tell people what they mean to me so... I love you Loop... I really hope you're okay.")

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("They're throwing some big gala for the saviors back in Dormont soon. It's gonna be really weird going back there, but I think it might be good for us... You're invited too of course, we wouldn't have saved everyone without you after all! So we'll be back in Dormont in... 33 days, if you're still there or wanna meet up... I love you Loop.")

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("... I'm at the favor tree... I told myself no more wishes... I told myself it's a bad idea and would only bring more pain... b-but..." Heavy sobbing "I-I found a leaf... a-and it looks like you Loop... I just want to see you again... please stop me Loop... please... I-I...")

|"Siiiiiiiif? Siiiiiif, where'd you go?"|

("No... Not now... I need you! YOU PROMISED LOOP! YOU SUPER DUPER PROMISED!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!")

|"SIFFRIN?!"|

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("... Why didn't you do it Loop?... Why didn't you kill me?... You should have, you know... You deserve it all, not me... I... I love you Loop...")

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("...")

(Soft snoring)

("Mnffff..." Yaaawwwwn-)

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("Sorry... about the other night... I thought I was doing better but... My therapist warned me it's common to have a relapse now and then, especially so close to the source of trauma... I ruined everyone else's night, I'm sorry I had to ruin yours too... Thank you again Loop, I love you...")

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("Heh... I'm so pathetic Loop... I can't even see a shooting star now without crying... Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that at least... I love you Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! Hehe~! Odile-" Hiccup "Odile bought some reaaally nice Ka Buan liquor, and IIIII'm drunk~!" Hiccup "Heh... Remember how you said you didn't know what you looked like? Well just between you and me... You were reaaaal pretty as a star~." Hiccup "Is it weird that I kinda wanted to kiss you~? Hah! I wonder if it'd tingle... Do you even have a mouth? Heh... I loooove you Loooooop~.")

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("... Stars I really hope you can't actually hear these...")

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(Sigh "Still thinking about you... I love you, Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! So much has been changing around here, I don't know if you really wanna hear about it all, but life's been good! Still think about you a lot though... I'm in Jouvente now if you ever wanna stop by! Just look for the 'Savior's Style' shop and you'll find us! I love you, Loop!")

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("LOOP!?... Loop?... I thought I heard you, are you there?... Was it just a dream?...")

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("Happy birthday Loop. Sorry I haven't been calling more, but I'm sure you're sick of hearing from me anyways. Everyone says hi by the way! I haven't told them your secret, don't worry, but they got curious why I kept sneaking off for a little bit every year, so I told the truth, just a little ritual of mine to stay connected with you in some way... I love you, Loop!")

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("Okay, now!")

{|<=-"HEY LOOP!"-=>|}

("Hehe, everyone wanted to say hi themselves this year! Nille too! I love you, Loop! And happy birthday!")

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("Mmmm.. Happy birthday Loop... Long busy day, so had to sneak it in before bed..." Yaaaaawn "Good night, Loop. I love you...")

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("Happy birthday Loop! You know you're still more than welcome to come visit anytime, right? Just wanted to make sure you knew. I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I miss you... Love you...")

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("I love you Loop, hope you're having a good birthday.")

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("I hope you're not sick of this yet because you bet I'm gonna do it every year, only way to stop me is to come and make me~! So happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("I love you, Loop. Happy Birthday.")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I hope you're doing well, really. I love you, so much Loop.")

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("Happy Birthday Loop... I love you...")

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("... I miss you so blinding much Loop..." Shaky breaths "B-But I think I need to let you go... for both our sakes... I really hope you found the peace you were looking for... I love you, Loop... Happy Birthday...")

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("Loop... It's Odile... She..." Choking up "She's not doing well... I-I don't think she has long left... I-I just thought you should know... I love you, Loop...")

[paladin--strait]

please a auston matthews (est. relationship) fluff it can be anything i love ur writing

his stuff - auston matthews x reader

in which reader likes to take auston's stuff.

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the silver shines, catching my eye across the room. and i can't help but think about how great it'll look with my outfit. he won't mind, will he? as long as i return it i don't think he'll mind.

i stand from my seat on the edge of the bed where i was tying my shoes, walking over to auston's dresser and gently grabbing the silver chain. i admire the long chain, one that auston commonly wears. i unclasp the hook, sliding it onto my neck with ease.

i look down at the dish where he keeps some of his other things, spotting the tiny silver hoop earrings he wears sometimes. i frown, wanting to wear those too, but i can't help but feel bad for wearing his stuff without asking.

i soon call out, "auston!" still standing at his dresser.

i hear his feet hit the floor, presumably moving from his spot on the couch, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor before he turns into the bedroom. "yes my love?" he smiles walking over to me.

i point at the little hoops, "can i wear these? i'll clean them off after..." i ask.

he takes a closer look before he nods, "of course, you know you don't have to ask to wear my stuff, sweetheart." he laughs a little, picking up the earrings and helping me put them on.

once he finishes he fixes my hair, smiling. i notice the way his eyes flicker down to my collarbone, a glint in his eyes of something i can't place. "is that...my chain?" he asks, his gaze not leaving the necklace.

i nod, "is it okay that i wear it tonight...?" i ask, a little nervous since i can't place how he feels about it.

"of course it is!" he smiles, looking up at me.

"you're not upset?" i tilt my head in confusion at his response, feeling his fingers move down to delicately grab the silver chain that sits on my neck.

"how could i be upset? i wear this chain during games," he says, gently rubbing his thumb over the necklace. "it's almost like a symbol that you're mine. everyone knows this is my chain, so you wearing it will make them realize that you're taken."

i smile, laughing softly at his words. "i didn't think of it like that..." i cup his cheek in my hand, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"let's make a deal." he says, a playful smile on his face. "i'll wear this chain during games and practices, and you wear it whenever i'm not wearing it."

"deal!" i say, smiling wide at auston's proposition. "promise you'll wear it during interviews and stuff too?"

he nods, moving his hands from my neck to my waist, pulling me close to him. "i promise."

after we talked a little longer, i slid on auston's jacket, and we finally left for our date. we met mitch and his wife at a fancy restaurant, and i didn't notice the way that recognition shifted in mitch's eyes at the sight of the chain, smiling with a nod at auston.

from that night on, i wasn't known as y/n l/n anymore, i was mrs. matthews. even though we aren't married.

[twst-drabbles]

Hello! this is my first time request something so I hope I didn't break any rules.

I want tooth rotting fluff sanctuary au with Leona and Ruggie. Nothing specific but I want to have a glimpse on their everyday lives with the caretaker mc

Leona and Ruggie 5

Summary: Ruggie and Leona are irritating to deal with when they decide to team up to bother you. Especially when you finally decided to start your walks again.

(Who doesn't like to indulge in cuteness? I certainly do!)

"Ruggie, can you not?" Sure sure, he doesn't really weigh much of anything, embodying the wind, but you never once said you'd be carrying him on your back while hiking. "Get off."

"What? You don't like my company? You're hurting my feelings here." Ruggie did, in fact, not get off and instead wrapped his arms tighter around your neck. You can practically hear the grin on his face, the brat. "I may not be tiny anymore, but this form consumes a lot of energy. I just get tired too easily, Caretaker."

Yeah and you have a flesh and blood body that's aging and breaking down in ways you don't want to talk about. You too get tired! It's why you're walking again.

"Should've stayed home then if you're that bone tired." You reached back and grabbed Ruggie by the scruff. He went limp and it was easy to slide him off. Ruggie was still smiling, though it was a little stiff. Looked funny. "Off you go."

"I didn't realize you've become so cold, Caretaker." Oh and here's the other familiar that decided to tag along as soon as Ruggie that announcement that somehow missed Jack's ears. "Here we are, putting in the effort to keep you company and you punish us by making us walk on our own legs."

"You're not even walking, Leona." He's laying on a large mound of sand that's been trailing behind you like a snail.

Leona waved you off, one arm behind his head. "Don't we deserve to be spoiled a little? Look at Ruggie's face. Can you really say no to that?"

Ruggie, still grabbing him by the scruff, pouted, ears flat against his head as stray leaves gently swayed around his body. You tossed him towards Leona's sand.

Leona gave a bark of a laugh while Ruggie whined out your name.

"Hey, do you really want us to go home?" Leona picked off the twigs and leaves collecting in his sands, flicking them off into a nearby puddle. "We can be quiet if it bothers you that much."

"We can just hide away so you can pretend we're not here, if that's better." Ruggie popped out from the sand, crossing his arms.

…that's a little too serious a tone to take on this early in the morning. That's concerning.

You raised an eyebrow. "You both really want to be with me, right?"

Leona didn't say anything, preferring to close his eyes, while Ruggie gave a big, defeated sigh. "Isn't it obvious? We'd end up worrying ourselves sick if we let you walk all alone."

…ah, alright. That's the core of it huh, worry. Well, hopefully there will come a day where they won't worry about that.

"Then walk with me all you like. Just, no surprise carrying. I need to used to my own weight first."

[fakeusernamelol]

HI, IT'S ME, I HAVE A CREEPY IDEA AGAIN, PLEASE HEAR ME OUT I BEG YOU ALL 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (Tw: Cheating, technically dubcon and forced Preg 🤷)

Before stan started to date Carla he used to «fool around» with Ford in their room, They were both virgin guys with not really any close friends and extremely depending on the love of the other so they count with the other even in the hormonal-teenager things, Always excusing the make out or touching as just «practice» for when they get any girlfriend. When stan started dating Carla of course those practice sessions abruptly ended, Stan didn't think so much about them because it was just some funny thing to do with ford but now he has a girlfriend so he can do those funny things with her, But for ford? Oh, he was MAD

He hated seeing how much stan has changed just for that girl,how Stan always had an anecdote with her, how his beautiful eyes glow while talking about her and how he had the same smile that he has when he's talking with him. But no, that can't be, Ford really couldn't believe that girl was as great as Stan told, Most important: He couldn't believe stan would love her more than he loves his brother.

Those practice sessions weren't just that for Ford, he was sure there was something more. He wouldn't never forget how gently and beautiful Stanley looked with his Chubby cheeks in a pink tone and his raspy voice in low calm tone, The soft moans Stan made with every movement, his slicked hair now messy and a glow in his eyes he could bet it was shinier that he one he got with Carla. Ford was sure, Carla couldn't never please Stan as good as he can.

But she has seemed to mess up his brother's brain so much that he hasn't still noticed, It was going to be Ford's labour opening Stan's eyes and make him look that the best couple he could have ever was him because no one knows him better than his twin. He knows Stan would do anything for him, but he couldn't just tell him to break up with Carla, no, Stan's been brainwashed and he doesn't know it! So Ford had to make him remember how better it was being with him.

Stan doubted it at first, it wasn't so necessary for him anymore, he already knew how to do it and can enjoy it with Carla but Ford really seemed to still need help in order to have the chance to ever get a girl. After thinking about it so much he really couldn't let his brother down, and we'll, they're brothers! It wouldn't count as cheating because they're just bro helping bro, So the «practice sessions» were back 🤭

But Stanley quickly noticed it, They had just been kissing, touching their bodies and dry humping but Ford seemed to want to go further, trying to touch Stanley under his underwear and now adding new moves to their practice sessions. He couldn't deny it, it felt good. Ford's fingers were bigger than Carla's and the gentles caressing to his clit made him shudder. Stan wasn't a virgin anymore but Ford was and the idea of making his brother lose his virginity was complicated for him, he wasn't sure, it was maybe too much, He had a girlfriend and Ford should lose his v card with a pretty girl but at the same time his mind was blinding him with all the stimulation ford gave him, didn't help how insistence Ford was to have sex, excusing his dirty thoughts with being part of the practice and don't counting because of it. Stan could be very strong towards a lot of situations, but his achilles heel was his brother's need for him. Stan just set one rule: He had to pull out before cumming to prevent any accidents. No big deal for Ford, he still managed to show stan how good he could feel if he was with him... SO WHY IT DIDN'T WORK!!?? he didn't know what kind of game stan was playing, he was almost all nights moaning his brothers name and giving him so much love just for the next day forget about him and spending his time with Carla in that stupid 50's themed restaurant and don't think about him at all. what did Carla had he didn't!? Why was stanley still giving her priority towards him!? He had enough, He couldn't stand all of this any more second, if stanley didn't want to leave Carla, he would make him leave her. Good for him stan tends to let himself get lost in pleasure feeling confident that his brother wouldn't do any weird shit while having sex so when Ford nutted inside him it took him some time to realise it and get extremely angry with Ford giving him time to strategically plan a lie to calm stan telling him that he would be safe because he has been tracking his cycle and he was in a safe day (he indeed does it, but stan was ovulating so 😶‍🌫️), it was..still very weird to know that but Stan trust Ford, he was very smart and always has a plan to everything, he wouldn't make a mistake like that without noticing so, he believed him he would be fine.

Ford was so happy now, he knew that sooner or later Stanley will show signs of pregnancy and he finally will have to break up with Carla leaving all Stanley for him, but suddenly something unexpected happened.

Stan came home crying: he didn't have any signs of bruises or blood so he wasn't hurt, el diablo was still parking in front of the pawn so he wasn't robbed.

«What happened then, Stanley?»

«Ca-carla.. she, s-she left me!! »

Oh, Ford had to hold back his joy with all his might, but the glow in his eyes betrayed how happy he was to hear that, FINALLY! It was curious tho Carla was the one who broke up with him, apparently for a hippie guy she met at the restaurant they always were, Doesn't matter, Maybe she noticed that Stan was too much for her and decided to be with someone more of «her level» It was good news anyway, Ford made sure to comfort Stanley cuddling with him and giving little kisses to his wet cheeks telling him she was the one who has lost a big shot, Stanley was so beautiful and amazing he wouldn't have any issue finding someone to be, who knows, maybe that one was close, hugging him in their bunk right now!

Everything was perfect now, Stanley's was finally him's and he would make sure to let him know he was everything he needed and nothing bad was going to happen any soon-

Just to be stopped by the Stanley's sudden and desperate urge to vomit. Oh, right, he forgot about that.

...woops

[theoneandonlysemla]

Sujamma Sundas

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Honestly, I was like "uuuuhhhh, what did I even write in my life" at first but then I remembered that one specific scene in Dealings with Daedra: Boethiah's Wrath that always makes me so happy when people reach it while reading! That's the one.

Nevri and Morotar have been on the road and poor Nevri had to fight her way through a draugr infested nordic ruin. They now have reached an inn, where they stay the night and Nevri helped herself to a bottle of wine. Let's say, the two of them had a not so pleasant conversation and Nevri left, to wash the rest of the draugr blood from her body. [I'd love to put the entire scene here, but that would be like 2,5k words, so take a snippet:]

A knock on the door startled her, interrupting her train of thoughts. She sat up in the tub, one arm covering her breasts and the other grabbing for the hilt of her sword. Her heartrate rose. She was ready to fight, in this case, completely bare. 

“Who’s there?” She uttered, feeling that she was no longer master over the movements of her tongue.

Instead of an answer, the door opened. Back through the archway she was able to see it, but the light over on the other side of the room was dim. Too dim to recognize anyone who had entered. Only a tall silhouette. Her heart skipped a beat. What did he want in here?

“What’s the matter?” She prattled, cursing the amount of wine she had drunk.

Still no word, but she heard heavy steps on the stone floor. The figure traversed the archway and light fell on his body. Nevri’s guess was right, the Altmer stood in front of the bath. The sword still in hand, she let herself sink in a little deeper, her black hair floated around her body. Automatically she crossed her legs and shifted a bit to the side, turning in the tub. Expectantly she stared at the High Elf.

“What is the matter?” She repeated her question, this time slow, to not make it too obvious that she was drunk.

He did not wear his armour anymore, only the boots were a reminder of it. He looked over her and Nevri would have liked to vanish. She did not know, how much of her naked body he was able to see, but every little part of her bare, gray skin was too much.

“As you have been gone for quite a while, I found myself in the responsibility to check on you.”

“Check on me?” She repeated. “Why would you?”

“You are the one who pays me. It would be quite inauspicious if you were to drown drunken in a tub.” He sounded reproachful.

“Canmal pays you, not me. So, you can let me drown in peace,” Nevri answered and let the blade fall out of her hand.

Coin was the only reason, he cared about her wellbeing. She knew that, but it still stung. Without giving him any further looks, she let herself sink under the water. She held her breath, eyes open. And she counted. One, two, three… Hopefully he would be gone soon. Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight… She could not hear any steps, but the water around her ears may deadened the sound. Sixty-four, Sixty- She had to resurface. With her hair sticking to her face, she emerged from the water. She rubbed it out of her face and to her surprise, Morotar still stood next to her.

“You have checked on me. I am fine. You can leave,” she nagged.

Instead of leaving he held a towel in her direction. Reluctantly she took it, giving him a confused look.

“Out,” he said in his most strict voice. “Now.”

“No?” She answered, but being very unsure of her response.

He made a big step closer to the tub, now standing directly in front of it. Looking down on her, his blue eyes fixated her. His expression was unreadable, frozen in place. Nevri pulled her legs closer to her body, clutching the towel in front of her. She felt her heartbeat fasten even more; shivers of excitement rushed through her. Her mouth was dry and to withstand the eye contact was more than exhausting. Morotar bowed forward, his head was in line with hers. She breathed in his smell and felt the warmth emanating from his body.

“If you do not leave this tub right now, I will pull you out and throw you into your bed. Without granting you to cover your bareness. And maybe, I will change my mind on the way and toss you into the little lake outside, as you are so unwilling to leave the water. You would be sober in no time.”

Nevri swallowed hard and her gaze flitted to the pile of clothes and armour pieces on the floor. No, she really did not want to leave the bathroom without her garments or her armour. She had no choice but to obey his order.

“At least turn around if you insist on staying in here,” she mumbled.

[andy-15-07]

Pedro being reader father who doesn’t approve her relationship with Paul.

A Love Story for the Ages

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader x Pedro Pascal

WORD COUNT: 1213| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across the living room, illuminating the tension between father and daughter. Pedro, his face etched with a mixture of concern and disapproval, watched (y/n) nervously twirl a strand of hair around her finger.

"You know I don't approve of this, (y/n)," he began, his voice firm but laced with a hint of underlying worry. "Paul Mescal is… well, he's an actor. A young, impressionable actor."

(y/n) sighed, the sigh heavy with exasperation. "Dad, he's not just some… some Hollywood heartthrob. He's kind, he's talented, and he makes me happy."

Pedro scoffed. "Happy? You think this is happiness? This whirlwind romance, this… this media circus? You're getting swept away, (y/n). You're blinded by the fame."

"He's not just famous, Dad," (y/n) argued, her voice rising slightly. "He's a real person. He's thoughtful, he listens to me, he makes me laugh until my sides ache."

"And what about your career? Your dreams? You're a rising star, (y/n). You're supposed to be focused on your work, not on some fleeting Hollywood romance."

(y/n) bristled. "My career is important to me, Dad. But so is my happiness. And right now, Paul makes me happier than I've ever been."

Pedro shook his head, his expression grim. "This will end badly, (y/n). Mark my words. These Hollywood relationships… they rarely last. You'll get hurt, and I won't be there to pick up the pieces."

"I'm an adult, Dad," (y/n) retorted, her voice trembling slightly. "I can make my own decisions. I can handle myself."

"Can you?" Pedro challenged, his gaze intense. "You've never had to deal with this kind of pressure before. The constant scrutiny, the paparazzi, the rumors… it will consume you."

(y/n) felt a surge of anger. "You don't know him, Dad. You don't know anything about him."

"I know enough," Pedro countered. "I know the type. They're all the same. Charming on the surface, but ultimately self-serving. They're in it for the fame, for the image."

"You're being unfair," (y/n) insisted. "You're judging him based on your own prejudices."

Pedro remained unconvinced. "I'm judging him based on what I see. This isn't the life I envisioned for you, (y/n). I envisioned a life of stability, of quiet happiness, not this… this chaotic whirlwind."

(y/n) felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Why can't you just be happy for me?"

Pedro sighed, the lines on his face deepening. "I want you to be happy, (y/n). But I also want you to be safe. To be protected from the inevitable heartbreak."

"You're not protecting me, Dad," (y/n) said, her voice thick with emotion. "You're trying to control me."

The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. Pedro looked at his daughter, his heart aching. He saw the pain in her eyes, the frustration, the hurt. He knew he was pushing her away, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

Finally, he spoke, his voice softer now. "I just… I worry about you, (y/n). You're my daughter. You're the most important thing in the world to me."

(y/n) looked at him, her anger subsiding, replaced by a wave of sadness. "I know, Dad. I know you worry."

She reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle. "But I'm not a child anymore. I can make my own choices. And I choose to be with Paul."

Pedro held her hand, his grip firm but not forceful. He knew he couldn't stop her. He knew he had to trust her, even if it terrified him.

"I just… I hope you're right, (y/n)," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

(y/n) smiled, a small, fragile smile. "I know I am, Dad."

A Few Weeks Later

The paparazzi were a constant presence, their cameras flashing as (y/n) and Paul walked down the street, hand in hand. They smiled for the cameras, their faces bright with happiness, but the constant scrutiny was starting to wear on them.

One evening, as they were leaving a restaurant, a particularly aggressive photographer shoved his way through the crowd, nearly knocking (y/n) over. Paul instinctively pulled her close, shielding her from the chaos.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

(y/n) nodded, her heart pounding. "Yes, I'm fine. But that was… that was scary."

Paul looked around at the throng of photographers, his eyes narrowed. "This is insane. We can't live like this."

(y/n) sighed. "I know. I wish things were different."

Later that night, as they lay in bed, (y/n) thought about her father's words. He had been right. This life was chaotic, unpredictable. The constant attention, the invasive cameras, the never-ending rumors… it was exhausting.

She turned to Paul, his face illuminated by the moonlight. He was sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He looked so young, so vulnerable, despite his tough exterior.

(y/n) reached out and traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek. She loved him, truly loved him. But she was starting to wonder if this life, this life in the spotlight, was truly worth it.

A Month Later

(y/n) received a call from her father. He sounded hesitant, almost apologetic.

"I… I saw the interview you gave," he said, his voice low. "The one where you talked about how happy you are with Paul."

(y/n) smiled. "Yes, Dad. How did you…?"

"I saw it on the news," he admitted. "And… and I have to say, you looked… you looked really happy."

(y/n) felt a surge of warmth. "I am, Dad. I'm happier than I've ever been."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, Pedro spoke. "I… I think I was wrong, (y/n). About Paul. About this… this life you've chosen."

(y/n) gasped, her eyes widening. "Really?"

"Yes," Pedro said, his voice firm. "I… I saw the way he looks at you. The way he cares for you. And I saw the way you shine when you're with him. I… I think I was too quick to judge."

Tears welled up in (y/n)'s eyes. "Oh, Dad…"

"I'm proud of you, (y/n)," Pedro continued. "Proud of the woman you've become. And proud of the happiness you've found."

(y/n) smiled, the tears finally spilling over. "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for understanding."

Six Months Later

(y/n) and Paul were married in a small, intimate ceremony. Pedro walked (y/n) down the aisle, his eyes filled with pride. He watched as his daughter exchanged vows with the man she loved, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of peace.

He knew that this life would never be easy. There would always be challenges, always be obstacles to overcome. But he also knew that his daughter was strong, resilient. And he knew that she had found her true love, a love that would sustain her through anything.

As he watched the newlyweds kiss, Pedro felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He was grateful for his daughter's happiness, grateful for the love she had found, and grateful for the chance to mend their broken relationship. He knew that this was just the beginning of their story, a story filled with love, laughter, and a little bit of chaos. And he was ready for it all.

[fucco-san]

hi, are there other websites that I can follow you on since you’ve left ‘Orrible X?

Idk I'm too tired with people right now I don't want anything from them anymore

Can't believe I have enough patience to deal with them til now but I'm at my breaking point right now so we will talk about it later

[ashton-ryder]

Ashton didn't flinch at the outburst volume, but did wince at the substance of those words. It didn't change his question, compared to her, if she declared his out casting, would they really deny her? He didn't even have the answer to his question, what could they have done? Nothing, it wasn't their fault. He inserted himself into their lives and they owed him nothing. Instead, all he could say was what encapsulated his decision to keep quiet, "and she's family too, isn't she," Ashton started before steeling himself to look at JP's heartbroken face, "how could I do that to you, hurt you and make you choose between your family to turn against?" Telling Jeremiah or Charlie hadn't changed much of the status quo, even if Jer managed to quell her at times (in ways he rather not know and let the jealousy fester over) for Ash to last long enough till now. And he rather spare JP the hurt because he would be the one to hurt the most by this, and it still won't change anything.

He paused at the second painful question, eyes looking away before he even dare murmur, "well, you made it plenty clear you didn't want me there tonight." If he'd admit it, it hurt a little to barely be acknowledged, not during the fight, not as they shared words of love, not as they left the room while he picked up broken glass. He felt like he didn't belong in there, but so much worse for being the one to have caused it. Instances came in small doses over the years that unconsciously drew a line he knew he shouldn't cross; celebrating birthdays, family nights, JP protecting Sada, they were all small and petty and meant nothing individually, but piling them up together alongside Sada's constant torment of reminders for years was a bad recipe for his overthinking mind.

There wasn't enough time in the night to tell him all of it. But Ashton doesn't comment on that and instead opened the can of worms he can never close ever again. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do, he was so afraid of it being the wrong thing to do, but he was so stuck, what else could he do? Ashton let out a long, shaky exhale when he finally ran out of words, he couldn't do anymore of this tonight. When JP's voice finally calmed into something softer, anger dissipated, sharp edges no longer there, did Ashton genuinely look up to him from the floor, a small breath escaped through a ghost of a smile, "..it does," mirroring the complete opposite reply of the similar words of comfort he told JP earlier, greeting it with softness instead of rage. He was trying to bargain with himself that the moment he got his PhD, he had to leave New York, he couldn't do this for the rest of his life with Sada breathing down his neck, but even with that deadline approaching he wasn't sure if he had the heart to leave what had been a second home that welcomed him with open arms since day one. Not that it mattered any more, PhD not even in his sights right now.

It was a valid question that brought a sigh that came out half a laugh of the crude way it was asked, Ash was about to answer when JP decided to make a guess that caught him off guard, "huh-?" He hadn't been ready to think about that, even if JP had been teasing him about it and him denying it for years, suddenly it all felt too real within just days ago, and yet not real at all. It was.. confusing if only on a very miniscule level. Jer's words still ringing heavily in the back of his head as a reminder; there's Sada, there always will be Sada and that's never going to change. "No- no. I don't-- think so.." it was perhaps the first time Ashton actually hesitated debunking JP's theories about the two of them, always quick to deny because nothing ever happened between them before. A seed of doubt now wondering if Jer told Sada, but he quickly swatted it away, it was too soon for either of them to want to deal with that. He wouldn't.. right?

Ashton ran a hand through his hair ending up rubbing over his face, thankful for the darkness of the night that JP couldn't see him properly, "we- I mean.." So much truth came out today Ash almost kept going, stopping himself in time. But the sudden panic rose, "please don't tell her." JP could break his trust and run back to Sada with everything else, but not this one, "you'll probably actually find my corpse if you do," he tried to add an air of joke but in the end felt much more heavy as a fucking true possibility, and his deep blues glanced up with an underlying desperation, words uttered so softly but seriously almost as a beg, "..please." If JP wanted proof of good will of Ash trusting him with the truth, this was it. It felt like he was putting his heart in JP's hand and guess this was about to test who he really was to JP, compared to Sada.

"I really don't fucking know, I just.. I had a mission once in New York - I'm sure she's told you this already. It's just been so much worse since she followed us back here and we're essentially stuck in here together."

"You're fucking family!" he roared, reminiscent of his older brother. "That's what you are. And to the Roses, that matters. What do we have to do to make you believe that?" he asked almost rhetorically. Being accepted as one of them was a fucking honor that Ash should have just taken. He didn't have to keep doubting himself like he was and, mad or not, that broke John-Paul's heart. "Fuck Sada," he said surprisingly even for him, but he was pissed at her for keeping her mouth shut and even madder with the possible truth to Ashton's revelations. "When have we ever made you feel anything less than one of us?"

Why else would he have gotten so mad at him for keeping things from him. He had, for the most part, been honest and open with him. With the important stuff anyway. John-Paul didn't understand why Ashton felt he couldn't do the same. Or how he had been so blind to the fact that his friend had been suffering so badly because of the woman he considered a mother. What anger he'd felt at the party had, by now, dissipated into a self-reflective hatred. Had he really made Ash feel like he couldn't be trusted?

"All of it," he answered as if it had been a question when Ash scoffed. Then he shut the fuck up and let him talk.

His brow furrowed in deep regret when he fully realized he hadn't been the safe space he'd thought he was for him, the pain in Ash's eyes nearly fatal. Worse still he remembered overhearing Amelia say something about a break-in during a facetime call. And how, when he asked about it, it had been brushed off as misplacing her earrings. What Ash didn't know was that he'd asked Sada to use her connections just to check it out, worried about Amelia's safety, and he been reassured she was fine. Had Sada lied to him?

He gave a short, silent nod when he asked about his telescope - because yes he did remember Charlie trying to get some money together some years back. And how he'd given her most of what she was needing when he finally got her to admit why she'd needed it. However, he'd been given a story of Ash dropping it. John-Paul suddenly felt like he didn't know anyone anymore, each confession distorting the reality he once knew.

The realization of what an asshole he'd been was now painfully obvious to him. But how did he say sorry now. "If it means anything at this point I'm glad you didn't leave," he offered quietly. "You could tell me why she has such a hard on for you," he added crudely. "Is it over Jer?" he guessed, Ash's feelings for his brother unspoken knowledge between the two.

[randomaj]

something something about how it really sucks that it's basically impossible for me to not be discriminated against being in so many minority groups and minorities within that, but also I feel like I can't get angry/stressed by it because I am infinitely more well-off compared to other people, but also I experience a lot of things first-hand and shouldn't have to deal with that ( as should no-one else ) but also actually it shouldn't even matter because you're allowed to feel angry about stuff and be mentally ill and not have to justify and fuck.

[thecherrygod]

//

[sergle]

had another consult w Dr. Boobs about my reduction to check on my healing progress, and I continue to get a good grade in boobs

[ghostoffuturespast]

Honestly, getting real tired carrying and supporting other folks around here when most of them aren't returning the favor...

[lordelmelloi2]

🥲

[review-anon]

//So....Tetro Pink Chapter 3's Deadly Life Part 2 and the Class Trial.

//It had a...lot going on with it.

//Thoughts are below the cut:

//When we last left off, Tsuno gently opepned the door and got skewed for her efforts, right in front of Wada for extra emotional damage. Netherless to say he takes this well, as the others arrive and wonder what tf is going when Mai points out that suddenly, investigation has become very unsafe because if there was one trap, that could mean mulitiple traps.

//The trap itself was a spiked plate which was on a pully system triggered by simply opening the door and there was literally no way that anyone could have predicted, Tsuno was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

//Wada is quite catatonic for obvious reasons and when Okazaki shows up, he literally loses his temper and actually stabs her. Given all the shit she's done to him in the Chapter, this felt very justified especially when Wada confesses to Mai when she asks about what Okazaki has been doing to him, and she's undestandably pissed at Okazaki because she deserved to get stabbed.

//Trail time and the obvious question is asked; what if there is mulitiple blackeneds? Monomoko answers with saying they are playing by V3 rules and if there is two blackeneds only the first counts, meaning unless the deaths are done by the same person, only Kamimura's death needs to be looked at, Tsuno's death for the most part can be ignored as the blackened for her will gain nothing. Unless of course its the same person.

//Wada is immediately accused as the killer but not only does Mai point out there is a ton of evidence that shows he was being framed but they managed to figure out that the killer doesn't trigger the BDA and since not only did Ken trigger the BDA for Kamimura but also Wada triggered the BDA for Tsuno, neither of them could be the killer. It takes a while to clear Wada which gets annoying because certain people (read: Tamba) get very stuck in on that, but eventually the conversation turns to when Kamimura died, which with all the blood, implies he was killed in the art room, and even though he was taken from his room, not only did the killer steal his key, but they used the 3D Printer to clone said key to get in. They also realised the struggle they found in Kamimura's room was faked by the killer as he was already unconcious when they find a drug which could knock someone out and a ideal place they could lace it, being the special food Mai cooked for Kamimura in the resturant event since he still had some left over and once again proving why parties should never happen in Killing Games.

//There is a lot of emotions during the trial as Yanagi is put on the spot due to his lack of alibi which he confirms eventually he was trying to pick the lock to the locked room as while bashing the door open is a violation of the rules, lock picking might not be and he was trying to do so, but failed miserably. Hirokai was more focused on his petty grudge against Yanagi then solving the case and Ken at mulitiple times, loses his tempers and shouts at everyone to just focus on the evidence and logic and not their grievences against each other. Also Hirokai's failed unliving attempt was exposed by Ojima in order to disclose where the cynanide went.

//Eventually to Bubble's dismay, turns out Tsuno and Kamimura's deaths were done by the same person and as such they realised the culprit had to spend all of yesterday to steal Kamimura's key and clone it via the 3D printer, all of last night to set up the spiked plate trap in the woodshop and finally all of the morning to not only kidnap and kill Kamimura, but also be largely absent from the investigation seeing as they went to the dorms to trash Wada's and Tsuno's rooms. As such it had to been someone who had no alibi for any of those times, didn't matter if they didn't have one for one or two of those time periods but if they were absent and unaccounted for all three, they would be suspecious. And when everyone was saying their alibis, only two people were narrowed down; Tamba and Okazaki.

//Both were physically strong and not only could set up the spiked trap but also overpower Kamimura, but what it came down to was how the culprit moved Kamimura from his dorm to the art room which was a considerable distance without being spotted. Tamba wearing barely anything would have had to use a blanket which would have been easily detected but Okazaki has a coat, and she used said coat to huddle with Watari eariler in the chapter, which we find out said coat was big enough for her to hide inside of it, and Watari is much bigger then Kamimura. She also claimed she knew what everyone was doing but as Ojima pointed out, Okazaki has been hall monitor for a while now so she must have picked up on what everyone's daily routines were and claim she saw them do so. It ain't looking good for Okazaki, especially when Watari demands her to take her coat off, because with the sheer amount of blood Kamimura bleed out, and the fact he wasn't discovered that long after he expired, Okazaki wouldn't have had time to clean herself off before the BDA went off. So Okazaki took her coat off, and Hiroaki immediately threw up since she was coated in blood. Of course she tries to play it off as Wada's stab attempt, but there was too much blood for it be from when she was stabbed and so the jig is up.

//Normally when Chapter 3 culpirts are exposed, they do a complete personality shift and go absolutely psychotic. We seen this happen in the main series, as Celestia's accent breaks down when the gears turn on her, Mikan becomes deranged when sus is on her, Korekiyo goes completely delusional with his "sister" when people start to suspect him, in the Another series Kinji also goes loopy when people figure him out and I don't think we need to go into detail how much Kanade breaks down...it speaks for itself. So...what does Okazaki do? Well...she takes her mask off so we finally see what she looks like...and goes completely full Card Carrying Villian. You see, Okazaki as it turns out, was a self proclaimed phantom thief who robbed and stole from people in her home district, and sees herself as a supervillain. Tsuno comes from her area and Okazaki has a very one sided rivalry with Tsuno as she sees her as her greatest arch-nemesis and wanted nothing to do but one up her and in a Killing Game; that meant killing her. That's right, Tsuno wasn't just a death for the sake of it, she was the intended target all along. As for why she killed Kamimura it was for three reasons. Firstly she wanted to alert people that the killer used tools from the Woodshop, which due to nobody going on there wouldn't have been on the agenda and wanted Tsuno to investigate, bonus points if Wada was there so he could be even more devestated, secondly she knew that Kamimura was one of the more competent people in Class Trials and wanted him out of the way as he could rumble her and thirdy it was to completely break down Ken as he was another one who could have figured her shit out, but if he was too emotionally distraught over the death of his only friend, then she could get away with it.

//While this was happening not only does Okazaki's sprites with her mask off completely take up the screen but also some very cheesy cartoony supervillain music is playing in the background which apprenetly was composed by Tek Soda, Okazaki's VA. To say this was a total tonal mood whiplash was an understandment since EVERYONE in the stream was completely flabbergasted by what they were seeing and we all, including myself, was lost for words. I had for the longest time seen Tetro Pink as a much more grounded universe when compared to other Danganronpa titles where nothing too crazy happens, but Okazaki's true self was a glimpse into what normal Danganronpa is like with the wild personalites and absurdity. Neitherless to say nobody likes this at all as various characters especially Ken, Wada and Watari were completely appalled not only that Okazaki did kill, but she killed for such a stupid reason.

//All three were having a bad time but Watari was probably experiencing the worst of it. With Ken and Wada yes them losing their friends sucked, big time but at the very least they have the memories of their friends and they can move forward in honour of them, but Watari...can't do that. Not only was her best friend in this Killing Game the one who killed them, but she had a side to her she knew nothing about. It would be too easy to say Okazaki never cared for Watari, but as a further knife twist...it turns out she DID care for her, and did genuinely enjoy the times they spent together playing staff, but since Okazaki is so convinced she's the Joker, she saw Watari as a future sidekick to her to help with her latest evil schemes, much to Watari's complete horror.

//So what did I think about the whole thing? Well for one I feel vindicated. I said for a very long time, that Okazaki screamed Chapter 3 killer and that I didn't trust her due to the vibes she gave off. This got me so much hatred from the Tetro Pink community, and the ONLY reason I thought Ojima was because I didn't know if there was one or two killers, and if was mulitiple killers Ojima made sense, but if it was the same killer, then only Okazaki would have done, what she done. So yeah I'm laughing on how much the Tetro Pink Community is breaking down over Okazaki being the Chapter 3 Killer, because I'm like "I told you so." Occam's Razor is a bitch and you need to use it more.

//On her personality shift its...interesting, I'll give you that. The emotions are still raw and I do need time to process them so I cannot give you a accurate summary what I think. This might require a second viewing to see if its a good twist or if its another Kanade; good for shock value but doesn't hold water upon repeat viewings.

//But of course that's not the worst twist with Okazaki, though her execution was brutal af because she got the Viserys treatment. No it comes with when Scientist 01 breaks composure and briefly mentions a name for Okazaki before referring to her as her number, but this name startes with a Y which Okazaki never had. Well in a conversation with Scientist 05, it turns out that Okazaki's real name was Yume Yonekura and is the child of Scientist 01.

//I have been getting SO MUCH hate from how I'm viewing Staffside and chief among them is people who cannot grasp why I have no empathy for anyone on the staff, and think I'm some kind of sociopathic monster because I don't care when *insert scientist name here* is being tortured or shows human compassion, and says I don't have a heart. And then we get this; where Scientist 01 threw her OWN GODDAMN CHILD INTO THE KILLING GAME WITH NO REMORSE!

//Koroko might have abused Mikako serverly and was a horrible mother to her, but she never killed her. Junko might have had backstabbed and killed Mukuro but it was part of her idealogy to feel despair and did hate the fact she killed her own beloved twin sister. Not only did Scientist 01 kill her own child, but she was very unaffected by the whole thing and when Scientist 05 expresses remorse, she more or less implies that if he keeps up with this discussion, his own daughter will be part of the next Killing Game roster.

//Let me make it very clear to you. Its clear you people have a lot more empathy and compassion then myself. I wouldn't go as far as to call myself a sociopath, but I do have a lot lower levels of empathy then the average person, and if I see a organisation committing horrific acts against humanity and Tetro Pink's motives are just pure evil, end of story, I completely shut off my heart and don't give a single monkey's what happens to them beyond them getting the consequences I know they will never get because with Tetro getting a second season, these scientists are gonna completely and utterly get away with everything. I'm reading Staffside for context and understanding the lore more then anything, I'm not looking to emphasis with anyone, because the organisation has more then crossed the moral event horizon.

//And if they do recieve consequences, they are not gonna go back to society, they are gonna be arrested, crimes get exposed, their families completely abandon and disown them ESPECIALLY as this being Japan, their lives are ruined as well, and the fact they are "just following orders" doesn't really hold up in court, it might save them the death penetly, but the public won't have much sympathy for them.

//This is also why when Bubbles called out people for sending hate to Vonbabbit and the team behind Tetro Pink, and said they are unwelcome in his community, I didn't say anything because I knew the second I spoke up there, I would recieve even more hate from people due to my views on Staffside. From now on, I'm completely and utterly banning any talk on Staffside and any asks regarding it will be deleted, since I do not want to think about it anymore. You will also never hear anymore about me talking about Staffside.

//In addition, anyone who also does what they did to Bubbles and uses this as an excuse to send hate to Vonbabbit is also kicked out from here.

//I apologise for the rant-y bit here but I have had to deal with a lot of shit last week due to the Tetro Pink community and I've lost a lot of patience as a result and I just want lay out the groundrules going forward.

//Overall while Tetro Pink's Chapter 3 is certainly one of the better ones, its too early to say if its the best one so far as I still think it has to compete with Trigger Happy Havoc's original Chapter 3.

//I just know Chapter 4 is gonna be horrible big time.

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