#I hope she’s put in solitary confinement for life.

[cyarskaren52]

She broke the bones of Black babies simply because they were Black there isn’t a word for this level of evil. When she goes to jail I hope 10 Black aunties find her for 10 minutes 🤷🏾‍♀️ and break her bones 10 different times and do it again 10 more times and 10 more times and 10 more times

And don’t act so shocked about this I keep telling people, white women are the foot soldiers for white supremacy! They can’t hear me though. Well, can you hear me now?

[mondaymelon]

— 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 ♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ albedo, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || notes: a new nation joins the mix !! please help there are too many what do i do when natlan appears?! ITS OKAY RAAAAH FLUFF FLUFF RAAHHH FLUFF CHILDE COMMITS MANSLAUGHTER AGAINST A FUCKING PUMPKIN RAHHHH @anonbinaryweirdo CHILDE IS BEING A SILLY ALL FOR YOU MWAH HApPY OLI DAY!!

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis, @swivy123, @solxima, @poweredbyghostadventures, @haliyamori

⤷ the seasons are changing, so let’s have some fun, shall we? ♡

"Klee, don't run so fast..."

ALBEDO sighed, yet his mouth curved upwards into a faint smile, one that could almost be mistaken as a laugh. Maybe it was. “Klee, if you’re going to run off like that, the Acting Grandmaster will certainly throw a fit about it.” There was little hope in soft threats against the child, but he had succeeded in capturing her attention, and she whipped around to look at the two of you, her bright beam dimming to a small pout.

“But Jean isn’t here! That means I can boom everything and she won’t put me in solitary confinement, right?” She gazed up fiercely at the two of you, her bold ruby eyes sparkling with daring excitement. The three of you had decided to take a little excursion to a nearby pumpkin farm at Jean’s insistence, saying that you especially had been overworking yourself with the new influx of tasks to do and that now they had stabilized, she could manage them for a day or two. She had been a little suspicious about it though, beaming the entire time and occasionally laughing at moments that weren’t remotely amusing. Her distracted gaze also kept glancing at Lisa, who had been shelving books with a devious smile. Just what is up with those two? You blamed it on the lack of sleep.

“Although…” she tilted her head, looking very thoughtful for a brief moment. “I’ll let you decide!” She ran over to you, clinging to your clothes with sparkling eyes. “What do you want to do? Just today, Spark Knight Klee will let you lead the adventure, ‘kay?” She was bouncing on her feet now, her expectant gaze a little too earnest.

“Klee, let’s be respectful…”

“Eh?? But… I want to be nice to your sweetheart!!” Klee pouted, cheeks flushed.

“S-Sweetheart…” Your mouth dropped open as the tiny girl let out a little ‘ah!’

“Oh no, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! Shoot, Kaeya is going to be sooo mad!! Shhh, you didn’t hear anything, okay?? He definitely didn’t tell me that Albedo liked liked you, so please don’t snitch!” Klee held her hands over her mouth, looking rather apologetic as her round eyes threatened to burst into tears. Albedo sounded like he was choking.

“K-Klee, why don’t you go over and look at the pumpkins for a while? I’ll let you take home the biggest one you can find…” Albedo was clearly startled, his smooth speech interrupted with a stutter. As the girl eagerly dashed away towards the fields, he let out a long sigh. “I’m very sorry about that, it seems the Cavalry Captain has been saying some strange things to my little sister.”

You shook your head with a smile. “No, don’t be. It’ll be funny later on as we look back on it, although…” Your voice trailed off as what Klee had said flashed through your mind. In a voice barely above a whisper, you glanced up at him, “Is it true? Do you… feel that way for me?”

His breath caught in his throat, and he did not speak until three beats later. “I didn’t want you to find out this way, but now that it’s come to this…” He cleared his throat, returning his averted gaze to stare at you, his brilliant teal eyes meeting yours. Every movement of his lips entranced you, and you could feel the way your cheeks grew warm as his words slowly sunk in.

And it was true, he meant it. His body was living, breathing proof, even if his life wasn’t meant to exist in the first place. That was okay. He was okay with it all. If he could have you, then the origin of his life didn’t matter. At the very least, his existence could be filled with your warmth.

“I wish to be your partner.” ♡

“Hm, this should be fun~”

KAEYA appeared amused as he hummed with delight. The reason? Something a wine-lover like him was sure to enjoy - a winery tour, not Diluc’s, to ensure the maximum happiness of both brothers. The wind lightly breezed by, rustling the warm colored leaves that resemble tongues of fire. All around you, people trailed after the tour in front of the group, aimlessly chattering amongst themselves or dutifully nodding to whatever information the guide was saying at the moment. Did it really matter? In all honesty, you knew that Kaeya had come for the sole purpose of wine, and now that the two of you were here, nothing else really mattered. He glanced at you with a beam. “C’mon, what’s with the grouchy face? Don’t you think this will be fun?” Without much of a warning at all, he grabbed at your face, pinching and stretching your cheeks while he quietly laughed to himself.

“Hey, shtop-” You manage to wrench out of his grasp, rubbing your aching cheeks with a pointed glare directed towards the male. “You know I’m not a good drinker. I’ll pass out and then you’ll have to go through the trouble of carrying me all the way back…”

Kaeya blinks, then laughs. “Hey, it's only a winery tour, who said anything about actually drinking the wine?” He chuckles into his fist, tilting his head with a swift motion. “Although, I suppose it can’t really be helped…”

“Exactly. So if you see me drinking a little too much, you better tell me, alright?” You stared him down in the eye, a failed attempt at looking the slightest bit intimidating. “I don’t want to be all intoxicated and babbling all my secrets out for the world to hear. That’d be utterly mortifying.” Just the thought of you made a shiver course through your body, a detail Kaeya’s diligent gaze didn’t miss.

He let out a cheeky laugh. “Ah, I don’t know, wouldn’t that be funny to look back on later?” The two of you were walking side-by-side on the stone-pebbled path, and he skillfully swept your hand into his, fingers intertwined in a motion so fluid it almost felt like the two of you had done this in your past lives as well. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re drunk.”

Your mouth falls slightly ajar at his bold words, whipping your head to the people around you just in case they heard. They didn’t, and continued blabbering about the most useless things in the world - the ripeness of apples, the types of long grass that was near the fields, all that significant information that one typically could do without. “Kaeya!” Your voice is panicked as you whisper shout at him, eyes wide. You know your face is red, you can feel it, and it’s something that’s too easy to spot with an eye as trained as his. “Don’t say that kind of stuff in public! Besides, it’s not even true!”

Kaeya pouted like a little child, fake crocodile tears threatening to spill from his eyes despite his voice giving away his clear amusement. “Awww, but love, why not? Is it such a crime for me to profess my love to you in the great outdoors?”

“Ugh…” You sighed, turning away in an attempt to hide your flushed cheeks. “Kaeya, you know what you-”

Too late. He had grabbed onto your chin with a grin, carefully examining just how red he was able to make you.

“Haha, you don’t even have to drink wine, love. Your face is already red enough just from my presence!” ♡

“Be careful. It’s hot.”

ZHONGLI passes the cup to you with a soft smile on his lips, one that makes his amber eyes glow with warmth. “If I had known you liked tea, I would’ve brewed you some more often.” He holds his own teacup with a gloved hand, seeming indifferent to the heat he had just warned you about. “It’s a fine day, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” You took a sip of tea, reveling in its rich flavors that danced across your tongue. “A hot drink like this is a good way to spend it.” Zhongli’s smile was one of fondness as he nodded to your words. “On days like these, you can find solace in a book by the windowsill and a drink in your hand… Although I’d like to learn more about you. How do you like to spend your time?” You glanced up from the fluid in the cup and locked eyes with his gilded ones instead. 

“Are you curious?” You answered with a nod, and the male let out a low chuckle. “Honestly, while I’m knowledgeable in a few areas, how to pass time isn’t exactly one of them. If you asked me about Liyue’s traditions and legends, however…” He paused as he swirled the cup’s contents. “I could likely go for weeks on end.”

That was the kind of man he was. Stoic, yet warm-hearted, and with a surprisingly in-depth view on Liyue’s history and culture. Where he learned all of this, you had yet to figure out, but his presence in and of itself was something soothing you couldn’t quite describe. At times, you feared his tranquil way of speaking had been inflicted upon you, but that wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest. The way he spoke was like verses in a poem, well thought out, wise, experienced, and with gliding tones like the reddening leaves on the wind. The way he was able to move even the most cynical crowds with the sway and caring truth in his words was but one of the things you admired about the man. Someone like Zhongli must've been a person who had received the favor of Morax, considering how well-versed he was. It wouldn’t be a shock if it were true.

You smiled, propping up your chin on your elbow. “Then, amuse me.”

He shook his head gently, almost in a reprimanding manner. “I’d rather see you to your residency before the sky turns dark. It’d be a shame if I were to take up all hours of your day.”

The words flew from your mouth before you even had the chance to consider them. “Who said I wouldn’t want that?” With a panicked gaze, you watched as Zhongli’s expression shifted into a startled one. For once, the stone-firm man seemed to have been given the slightest of shoves. 

It was a moment before he responded. “Saying such things…”

“They are the truth.”

“...Very well, then shall I tell you a story?” Now, his eyes glittered with a distant, deep sadness that had appeared in the short instant of silence. You nodded your head, and he continued onwards, his words forming one great melody, one intertwined with a knowledge that transcended the earth yet persisted with a harmony of tightly knit feelings that you could never begin to unravel. “One about the god of contracts, and the god of dust, a very, very long time ago. Did you know how far Morax’s love went for the goddess? He held her with much reverence in his heart, yet one day, she flowed through his fingers like the dust she was. He was never able to tell her the truth that lay in his heart, and fell into a deep sorrow.”

He fell silent, and you cocked your head. “Then… Then what happened?”

Zhongli’s somber face brightened as he smiled at you, his shining umber gaze one that held something clearly important. “That…”

“His heart has healed, with the help of someone dear.” ♡

"Against a pumpkin? Hah, that'll be an easy duel!"

CHILDE’s arms are raised, hefting up a… weedwhacker? How’d he get his hands on that?? From what you heard, it was a newly designed kind of weapon, though for some reason used to cut grass, of all things, that had been recently shipped from Fontaine to various influential people around the globe for its first use. Apparently, Childe qualified as one of those people. That, or he had just beaten up someone who had, then plucked it from his grasp. Either way, it was certainly not a welcome sight. You just barely managed to wrench it out of his hands, though with grudging certainty you can tell that it’s only possible with him going easy on you. He laughed again, his shoulders raised in triumph. “C’mon, just let me at him!”

“‘He’ is a pumpkin, Childe. You are challenging an inanimate fruit to a duel.” You deadpanned at the sight, making sure to place the weapon far, far away from his reach. “We came here with a job to do, let’s not forget that. These are going to be important Halloween decorations around the harbor and Jade Chamber, remember? Lady Ningguang commissioned us… or rather, me, herself, and I’m not about to present her with a gouged out collection of gutted and ravaged pumpkins.”

The male pouted, visibly upset. “But. It was looking at me strangely! That thing clearly is itching for a fight, and all I’m doing is giving it one it deserves!”

Yet another cause for a long sigh. You could feel your willpower slip away with your exhale. “Childe, it’s not looking at you. Those were the guidelines I drew with ink. Please, for once, cooperate with me.”

He pauses, then his eyes twinkle, and you know with reluctant confidence that he’s thought up something stupid. Surprise, surprise! You receive your big, fat, green checkmark as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, his lips raised in a mischievous smile. “Only if you give me a kiss~” 

It was better to agree now, then change the promise afterwards. You nodded exasperatedly, “Alright, alright, now let’s-”

“Ah ah ah!” Childe tutted, raising his fingers to your lips to shush you. “Sorry, but I only receive upfront payment~!”

You resisted the urge to slap him in his painfully handsome face. His features were so perfect it hurt, with his deep ocean eyes and freckles dotting his skin like stars in the night sky. “Come here.” Instantly, he perks up, and you can just imagine him with dog ears and a wagging tail, a sight that almost makes you like him. “Mmmmwah.” You plant a kiss directly on his cheek, only leaving your lips on his skin for a brief moment before pulling away, trying to hide the growing red on your face. “There.”

“Wh- Ah, no fair, you can’t do it on the cheek!” Once Childe snaps out of his initial ecstasy, there of course comes the complaints. “Do it again, do it again!”

“You never specified where. Now get to carving.” It’s hard not to laugh when you see the growing, childish frown that crosses his expression.

“C’mon, kiss me just one more time?” ♡

“Are you enjoying the view?”

AYATO’s eyes twinkle with amusement, his light hair swaying gently in the cooling breeze. The wind had grown chillier in the weeks prior, but you had luckily dressed enough for the occasion, and the warmth of his and yours intertwined fingers was far enough sufficient to dispel any chills far, far away. 

“Mhm. It’s beautiful.” You weren’t lying, the courtyard garden the male had invited you to view was certainly a marvel to behold, the warmly tinted leaves dangling like fiery ornaments from the great wooden branches, yet at the moment your eyes could only linger on the light smile that graced the man’s lips. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, a soft expression that made the colors around you seem all the more vivid. His lashes fluttered close, then blinked back open, his seas of violet underneath a breathtaking wonder more than anything else in this world. And the beauty mark the archons themselves had painted with such delicacy, just beside his eye.

Simply put, Ayato was a man of majesty.

Your man of majesty. 

It still astonished you how someone like him had chosen you, out of all people. The way your heart beat faster and words grew hastier when he was near was something you found impossible to deny.

“You say that, but continue gazing at me all the while.” He lets out a low chuckle, speaking nonchalantly. “There’s no need to needlessly flatter me like those Inazuman officials, who are always ever so desperate to gain my attention.”

“Ayato, that’s not my intention!” You pout in protest, jokingly offended that he had dared compare you to such foolishness. “Besides, it’s in no way ‘needless’! Your beauty must certainly be admired, or it’d be a waste of that pretty face of yours!”

His eyes widen a fraction as he stares at you with a slightly dumbstruck expression, that is, until he breaks into an uncharacteristically loud bout of laughter, one gloved hand over his mouth failing to mask his beam behind it.

“Ah-Ahahaha!” Ayato smiles into his fist, grinning to himself. This was what he loved about you, apart from everything. Your laugh, your smile, the abrupt way that broke apart from his somber lifestyle, all of it. “Beloved, sometimes I wonder how you’re able to come up with such things.”

“Why are you laughing? What I said was true.”

“Just like that, right there.” His smile only widens as his eyes twinkle at the sight of you.

“You're not finding this funny, are you??” You squint up at him accusingly, frowning. Ayato locks his gaze with yours, his lilac eyes against yours a captivating sensation.

“Funny? No, I could never. Beloved, you’re the most endearing of them all.” ♡

“Now mix it together…mhm, just like that.”

THOMA has a firm grip on your wrist, aiding your motions as you gently stir the fluffy batter. He’s standing behind you, his taller stature the slightest intimidating - that is, if you didn’t know Thoma at all. He’s one of the sweetest people you’ve met, especially in an originally hostile Inazuman environment. His spring green eyes sparkle as he releases his fingers, slowly taking the bowl from your grip. “Okay, I think it’s ready now!” He’s excited, and you can tell by the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “Let me just adjust the fire, put it in, and then we can wait until it’s over. It should only take 10 minutes or so with this fancy new furnace Master Ayato installed the other day…”

He rambled onwards, skillfully multitasking spreading the batter on the pan, adding more fodder to the fire, and checking its temperature, all while still talking. Another fact about Thoma - he had much to say about people he admired. Although it was rather awkward to admit, it seemed that you were one of those, as Ayaka told you with a sheepish smile on her face how Thoma had chattered all about you while briefly cleaning her room. Well, not awkward, per se. It was a feeling that was hard to put a label on, just one that made you feel warm inside. Oh… was it because of his pyro vision? Perhaps that was why your face felt so hot at the moment, listening to him talk in his smooth voice and seeing the genuine interest in his gaze. “You’re pretty.” It hasn’t even struck you that you’ve said those words out loud until you realize that he’s stopped talking, and is now staring at you instead with round eyes and a mouth slightly ajar… that, and the growing red on his cheeks. 

“I-I…?” Thoma can’t even speak with how hard he’s stammering, like something out of a cartoon, and his face is completely flushed, to the point where you think he might be feverish instead of embarrassed. “Wh-Why are you saying things like that, all of a sudden…” He coughed into his fist stiffly, readjusting his posture and taking his oven gloves off. “Besides, between the two of us, no, out of all of Teyvat, you’re the prettiest.”

Maybe he hasn’t realized that he’s said those words out loud either, because his gaze is casted to the floor that’s going to burn from how hard he’s staring at it.

“You heard me, right?” Oh, it seems you were incorrect, he had meant for you to hear it. Is that why your heart was beating so fast?

“You’re the prettiest one.” ♡

"You didn’t have to come.”

ALHAITHAM’s sharp gaze is locked onto you as he gently holds his hands in yours - per your request. His skin is cool to the touch, just like the chilling air that’s causing his hair to ruffle. “I’m here on official business, so I’ll be here awhile. Are you certain you don’t want to head back home?”

“And listen to a sleepless Kaveh rant about building structures for the next four hours?” You scoffed playfully, leaning into his frame with a smile. “No thanks. Spending that time with you is absolutely the better option of the two.”

Al Haitham’s brows furrowed the slightest bit, and he turned his head away with a brief exhale. “If that’s what you want.” He’s acting with a mask of indifference, but you know him well, well enough to discern that he’s not being truthful to himself. There’s the slightest lean in his posture, how his eyes are just a little softer, and how his voice isn’t as stony as it should be - telltale signs that he was hoping for your presence in his long work shift. Whilst the blonde architect you knew complained day and night about the two of you’s shared roommate, he wasn’t unbearable at all… although, perhaps it was unfair to compare the two. After all… you thought with a faint smile. We’re lovers.

The ashen-haired male turned to you upon seeing the change in your expression. “Is something amusing?”

“Nothing, Haitham,” you replied, beaming innocently. “You’re just very handsome, is all.” The Haitham you knew was right here, at this moment. The way his eyes widened a fraction and the way his lips twitched, the way his cheeks remained pale but you knew his ears were painted rose under his headphones. It was a person the people around him who only yearned for his attention and status could never dream of seeing. A Haitham that was for you only. 

“...What has you saying those kinds of things? I’ve already told you not to mess around, and here we are.” Al Haitham sarcastically sighs, and you know its a fake. The negligible hesitance in his usually quick-witted response has his words trailing a half-second behind, a detrimental mistake enough to determine his flusteredness. Reading Al Haitham is like a game, where the answer key is provided to onl you.

“You looked like you wanted to hear it.” You smile sheepishly, clinging tighter onto his sleeve. He’s not radiating warmth by any means, but the faint heat that rises from his body is satisfactory enough for you to feel warm. 

“Hopeless.” He says, yet doesn’t move to pry you off his arm. “Utterly hopeless.”

In his gaze is a hidden secret that his mouth wouldn't dare speak.

He was the hopeless one. The fool hopelessly in love with you. ♡

"Don't be scared, I'm right next to you!!"

KAVEH certainly looked the part of a fearless boyfriend, with the way he’s clinging to your body and shaking like a leaf. It’s no secret that he’s utterly terrified, but you’ll let him live his fantasy that he’s fooling you, at the very least. The flickering bravery in his eyes had long disappeared the moment you stepped foot into the haunted castle, a surprising suggestion coming from his roommate Al Haitham, of all people. You had heard the rumors, and heard more than a couple mouthfuls of curses directed towards him on nights where Kaveh stumbled into your place, completely wasted and reeking of booze. It was only now, with begrudging admittance, that you could confirm their truth. To tell the architect of this “romantic” and “couple-bonding” journey through a new Sumerian attraction was all it took for Kaveh to completely jump on the idea. “H-Hey, stop walking so fast, I can’t keep up…!” The blonde looked quite pitiful, holding onto your shirt with tears pooling at his eyes as he struggled to keep up with your average-paced speed. “H-Haha, you must be terrified, to be running like this…!” His awkward laugh was quickly strangled into a high-pitched screech as a person dressed in ghosty blues and greens dropped down from the ceiling and dangled there ominously with a cackle.

Moments like these made you question how you had even become acquainted with him in the first place. 

“C-C’mon, let’s run, I-I’ll protect you!!” Despite his outward appearance being disheveled as could be, with his usual properly groomed hair strewn and sticking up all over the place and his sleeves bunching up near his elbows, he managed to wrestle his way behind you while sprinting away, so at the bare minimum, if they caught you, he would be the one to fall to their claws first.

Ah, perhaps this was why. The ever steadfast desire of his to make sure you, at least, were safe. That astounding selflessness that remained apparent even through the tears that clouded his wavering gaze. You resisted the urge to laugh as your dash slowed to a brisk pace, and instead pressed against Kaveh’s side with a smile.

“H-huh?” His voice was airy, out of breath, startled. Kaveh glanced at you, crimson eyes round and expectant. “What’s wrong…?”

“I’m scared.” Lying through your teeth was guilt-inducing, but the brightening beam on Kaveh’s newfound flushed expression just about swept it all away. “Let me hold you like this, o-okay?” You even added a stutter for an extra effect, which just about drove the arrow through his poor heart. Where was your oscar? You held onto his hand fearfully, staring up at him.

Kaveh, all of a sudden, seemed to have been invigorated like someone had pumped adrenaline directly into his system, that is, an energy called “l-o-v-e!” “A-Ahem! If-If that’s the case, very well! Stay behind me, and I’ll protect you! Ahahaha! No demons would dare even set foot near my… elemental powers!” 

“Oh, thank you Kaveh…” If he noticed the evident sarcasm in your voice, he pretended not to, and there wasn’t a single change in his dumbstruck expression.

“No need to thank me! If I were unable to shield you, what use of a lover would I be?” ♡

"Look what I got...! It's for you."

WRIOTHESLEY’s eyes sparkled as he presented a glossy red apple for your viewing, its smooth, unblemished exterior being handled with the most delicate touches in direct contrast to the silver studded gloves he usually wore. “Here, c’mon, try a- Ahem.” He cleared his throat, carefully straightening his posture. “Please take it.” 

It always amazed you how his dignity still tried to uphold somewhat of a “professional” view on this entire situation. Puzzling, indeed. Perhaps he was just paranoid that he’d be seen so giddy like this and be absolutely clowned on once word got around and he went back to work at the Fortress of Meropide. The prisoners must be harsh to control on a daily basis, considering how on more than a couple separate occasions the man would come home with cuts and bleeding knuckles, to which you’d scold him (gently) for a good half hour while bandaging them up. His personality shifts were nothing but unusual.

“If you insist? Thank you.” You took the apples from his hand, fingers brushing. It was a light contact, yet Wriothesley flinched all the same, able to contain the red on his cheeks but not the dusting of it on the tips of his ears. Lucky him, it was more or less covered by his white streaked hair anyways. He could only hope and pray that you didn’t catch the sight.

Spoiler alert: you did. His fingers were warm, despite him being a cryo user. Not unpleasantly warm, like a sweaty hand that makes you feel all gross inside, but a pleasant version of it, one that makes you want to pepper kisses all over his pretty face for just existing within your realm of life.

You had to hold back on indulging in those thoughts, however, as the currently posing as stoic Wriothesley was gazing into the distance with a dramatic expression. Ooh, should you compliment him? Perhaps he’d invent a new shade of red, then! It’d be a sight to see. As silly as the idea was, you didn’t exactly what to tease him right now, not when you could taste the crisp sweetness of the apple he had picked for you on your tongue.

A smile flitted across your face and he took notice of that, giving you a small smile of his own. “Is it good? Let me have a bite. Aahh~” He leaned forward, and opened his mouth, which slowly closed in the silence that ensued. It was hard not to laugh at how sheepish he looked, rubbing the back of his head with a silly grin that escaped his usual patrolling of expressions. Who would’ve thought that a man who worked at a prison day in and day out would be so into… cheesy things? No matter, it made your heart race all the same. 

Wriothesley had expected the crunch of an apple, if he was lucky and you didn’t leave him hanging in your confusion. What he hadn’t expected was the sweet taste of your lips against his, your warmth blending with his own, your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist. It’s warm, hot. Yes, he felt like he was burning, from the inside out, from every touch of your fingers to every movement of your mouth. Sweet.

“So? How is it?” You pulled away, wiping your mouth with a cheeky smile that made him want to kiss you again.

So he did.

“Sweet. Impossibly sweet, yet nowhere near sweeter than you.” ♡

"Do you feel warmer if I hold you like this?"

NEUVILLETTE has found his arms wrapped around your smaller frame before he can even come to his senses. Yes, that’s right… the two of you had decided to go on a brief outing, with promises that you’d show him more of the outside world and that he’d, in turn, accompany you on this little adventure. Except… the two of you hadn’t accounted for the weather to be this chilly, and while there was no rain, as there was never when the two of you were together, the sun’s stale light wasn’t sufficient enough to warm your frozen body. You said you were fine and that the two of you should just stop by the next sightseeing point in the trip, but his gaze is certainly nothing to laugh at. In an instant, you’re in his arms, and he finds you in his. You’re shaking, quivering, and he’s fucking upset at himself that he didn’t do anything sooner.

“Y-Yes, it’s warm now… thank you.” Your shaking has evidently subsided, and now you lean against his chest, rising and falling with every heave of his chest. With how close you are, body pressed together with his, can you hear his heartbeat? It’s loud in his own ears, and he’s paranoid you’ll hear it - the rise and fall of the water on the ocean shores, the choppy, erratic waves on a midnight black sea. He’s afraid you’ll hear his jumbled symphony and leave him before he can say what he wants to say to you the most.

Oh, but does he even mean it? He wished he could provide the question forever poisoning his thoughts with an answer, but no matter how much he inquires of his all-knowing archon, no matter how much he judges the cases of the land, no matter how much… he still can’t find a solution that will resolve his quaky heart. It’s a problem that lies in him, that’s something that’s at the very least certain. It cannot possibly be with you, you who is as bright as the sun and whose warmth is that of a clear summer day. A beautiful disposition that is unmatched with his gloomy one. Still, he’ll yearn for you until he makes sense of it. Neuvillette cannot bear himself not to try. He will make the scale just, so that the two of you may…

“Neuvi?” The call of your name for him snatches his wandering attention in an instant. He gazes down at your figure, wrapped into his coat tightly. “Are you okay? You’ve been looking distant for a while now.” The concern in your eyes lessens the concern in his heart, and he smiles softly at your words.

“Yes, I’m alright. If you want, should we stay like this the entire trip?”

“W-What?? No, I couldn’t possibly…!!”

Verdict complete. He’ll wait. Wait until the days pass and bring the months with it, he’ll watch the leaves sink to the ocean floor and he’ll wait for his heart to decide.

Oh, if only he could know the verdict of yours.

“If it’s for you, know that I’d be more than willing.” ♡

(a/n) this reached the fucking image limit and i had to get rid of the dividers. i am so upset

anyways gotta love how they're all so romantic and childe is just like: mmm... murder... pumpkin... mmm.. screw chiscara and zhongchi . childe x pumpkin ftw (this is a joke) eek wrio feels so ooc im goinng to sob

[velting]

How Cruel~

╰┈➤. Synopsis: How Cruel, in a facility with only men, it is naturally okay to feel loney. You didn’t know how far you can take being in blue lock any longer. Reiji helps you relieve some stress in a cruel way.

╰┈➤. Warnings: both are adults [18], Porn with Plot, P in V, Afab!Reader, Shower Sex, Creampie, Ect.

╰┈➤.[Featuring]: Reiji Hiiragi x Fem!Reader

Before you dive into this story, please remember to separate fiction from reality! The events and characters you’re about to encounter are purely imaginative and should not be interpreted as real-life scenarios. Please be advised that this is solely on fiction and would not want younger target audiences to experience fics like these, I can't stop you knowing my warnings wouldn be in vein, but I've given out my warnings! Please make sure and enjoy this!!!

Cruel

It’s always been cruel here for a girl in an all male program, She always had the trilogy of not fitting in an unfamiliar place where she was forced to this god awful sport called football.

Cruel

Cruel enough to put her in a room where she’s surrounded with men 24/7, the least nice thing they would’ve done was at least put her in a storage room where she can rest easily. But sadly beggars can’t be choosers. In such dire circumstances, she found solace in the small moments of peace that occasionally graced her weary soul amidst the chaos that enveloped her.

“Brush, check! Essential oils? Check! Shower products? Check! Body cream? Check! Extra panties? Check! Alright I’m set!?” Giddily she took her woven wicker basket in her hands, the cool texture of the handle providing a comforting contrast to the warmth of the evening. She savored the weight of the basket, knowing that within it awaited her little luxuries that would transform her mundane routine into a brief moment of indulgence. The anticipation of the upcoming bath had been a beacon of hope throughout the long, arduous hours she had endured, waiting for the male occupants to vacate the shared space.

As she entered her cramped dorm room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and stale cologne, she set the basket down with a sense of purpose. With meticulous care, she straightened the jumble of belongings scattered across the room, creating a semblance of order amidst the chaos. The soft click of the door closing behind the departing men signaled the beginning of her coveted respite.

Discarding her headband with a gentle sigh of relief, she carefully removed the colorful hair ties that had kept her unruly locks in check throughout the day, allowing them to fall freely around her shoulders. Each small action was a step towards reclaiming her own space and time, a moment of personal sovereignty in a world that often demanded more than it gave.

Stepping into the warm glow of the bathroom, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the tiled walls, she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. The soft rustle of her clothing echoed in the empty space as she prepared for her long-awaited bath, the steam already beginning to fog the mirror in anticipation of her presence.

With a deep breath, she picked up her basket once more, the weight now a comforting reassurance of the indulgence that awaited her. As she left the confines of her room and ventured down the dimly lit hallway, the hush of the night enveloped her like a familiar embrace. Each step brought her closer to the promise of solitude and relaxation, a temporary reprieve from the demands of her daily existence.

Lost in her thoughts, she let the rhythmic sound of her slippers against the cool tiles guide her towards the showers, the soft light above casting a gentle glow on her path. The quiet of the night amplified the simple pleasures of this solitary journey, heightening her senses to the subtle nuances of her surroundings.

As she approached the entrance to the showers, the gentle sound of running water and the steam wafting towards her signaled the beginning of her sanctuary. With a grateful smile, she pushed open the door and stepped into the welcoming warmth, the worries of the day melting away in the tranquil embrace of the water. “I wonder if Kurona-Kun is still awake? I would’ve loved to see him again. I miss my shark friend” She sighs in frustration. Always thinking about her sharp tooth friend all the time.

Lost in a whirlwind of contemplation, she was completely unaware of her surroundings, her mind preoccupied with thoughts that consumed her every sense. In her distracted state, she inadvertently collided with someone, the force causing her basket to jostle violently, sending its contents scattering across the ground in a chaotic display. 

"Kyah! Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and contrition evident in her voice as she realized what had transpired. The person she had bumped into emitted a grunt of discomfort, the impact having taken him by surprise. He gingerly rubbed his shoulder, the unexpected collision leaving a lingering ache as his gaze shifted downward to meet the gaze of the woman who stood apologetically before him.

“Ah, it’s you—the girl I heard so much about. How amusing!” A playful smirk curled at the corners of his lips as he knelt down gracefully, his fingers deftly gathering the scattered items that lay strewn across the floor. With careful attention, he began to place each fallen product back into the basket she had dropped. “Oh, please, don’t worry about it, darling. I’m certain it was just a simple accident. Allow me to assist you with this little mishap.”

His voice was smooth and inviting, laced with a hint of charm that made her heart race. As he spoke, he flashed a warm smile, his demeanor completely disarming. [Name] timidly lifted her gaze, her eyes locking onto the striking lavender hue of his—an ethereal color that seemed to shimmer with a life of its own, captivating her entirely.

“Oh—oh! I’m still so sorry! Uh!” Flustered, she hurriedly resumed collecting her belongings, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the items. But as she glanced at the basket, her heart dropped. One crucial item was missing. ‘WHERE ARE MY PANTIES?!’ Panic surged through her veins, and she began to scan the area frantically, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Just as her anxiety peaked, a low, amused voice broke through her frantic search. “Ahem, are you looking for these, perhaps?” Reiji held out a pair of purple panties, the fabric glimmering slightly under the fluorescent lights. The sight of her lost article of clothing sent her spiraling into embarrassment.

“EEEEE!!!” The sound erupted from her lips, a high-pitched screech that echoed through the hallway, drawing the attention of nearby dorm rooms. In a flurry of motion, she lunged forward and snatched the panties from his hand, her face a brilliant shade of red. “I’M SO SORRY!” she blurted out, her voice trembling as she clutched the offending item tightly against her chest. 

The atmosphere around them shifted, thick with an awkward tension that made her want to disappear. She could feel the weight of his gaze, not just on her, but on the ridiculousness of the situation. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this hilariously mortifying moment. As she stood there, heart racing and breathless, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and inexplicable allure toward this charming stranger who had turned her blunder into an unforgettable encounter.

“Oh? Hah! Please, there’s no need to worry, darling. Simple slip-ups happen now and then, so there’s truly no cause for concern,” he reassured her, his voice smooth and melodic, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. His calm demeanor in the face of her embarrassment was striking, and [Name] couldn’t help but feel her cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze. 

As she watched him, she was struck by his poise; he seemed completely unfazed by her blunder. It made her feel both flustered and oddly comforted. “You’re heading to the showers, right? Please, let me accompany you. It’s the least I can do as a last-minute favor,” he offered, gesturing down the dimly lit hallway that stretched before them, the soft glow of overhead lights casting a gentle ambiance. 

[Name] felt a flutter of uncertainty in her stomach and paused, her heart racing as she considered his offer. “W-wait! A-are you sure? I don’t want to waste your time on me!” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush; her anxiety was palpable, and she cursed herself for sounding so flustered. “Oh! Almost forgot! My name is [Surname] [Name]. Thank you again for h-helping!”

She stumbled over her words, each syllable punctuated by a nervous laugh, wishing she could will away the deep blush that stained her cheeks. Meanwhile, Reiji simply smiled, a sweet and genuine expression that seemed to light up his entire face. 

“My dear, oh how cruel, you’re not wasting anyone’s time! I assure you, I have all the time in the world,” he replied, his voice smooth like silk, laced with an undeniable charm that made her heart skip a beat. “And what kind of man would leave such a delicate beauty all by herself?” The way he spoke made her feel special, as if she were the only person in the world at that moment. 

“Oh, um…” she fumbled, caught off guard by his compliment. She could hardly form a coherent thought as he continued, “But I do appreciate your concern for that matter. Hiiragi Reiji is the name. I must say, your name is quite pleasing to hear. It has a lovely ring to it, much like the wonderful person it belongs to.” 

The air around them seemed to thicken with an electric tension, the atmosphere shifting into something more intimate. The subtle scent of his cologne filled her senses, and she felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t quite explain. The hallway felt both expansive and confining, the soft echo of their voices creating a cocoon that shielded them from the outside world. 

[Name]’s pulse quickened, each heartbeat resonating in her ears as she processed his words. “Thank you, Reiji,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “I really appreciate your kindness.” She felt a mix of gratitude and shyness swirling within her, and the moment lingered, heavy with possibility.

[Name] felt as though she might faint from the sheer intensity of Reiji's charm. His sweet words flowed effortlessly, wrapping around her like a soft blanket, making her heart race wildly. His demeanor was so warm and inviting, and those alluring lavender eyes seemed to hold a world of mysteries. If she were even a little bit prettier, she mused, perhaps she would have gathered the courage to flirt and ask if he was single. 

“I—um… T-thanks! I really appreciate it!” she finally managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. As they walked side by side, Reiji offered to lead her to the showers, his confident strides making it easy for her to fall in step beside him. The hallway was quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead punctuating their conversation as they exchanged small talk. They spoke of mundane things—what they liked about the place, how the weather had been, and the occasional laughter that echoed softly between them, each chuckle adding to the growing tension that hung in the air.

Finally, they arrived at their destination—a modestly sized shower area with frosted glass doors and tiled walls that glistened under the bright lights. [Name] turned to him, a smile tugging at her lips as she felt a mix of relief and hesitation. “Well! I guess this is where we part ways!” she said cheerfully, though her heart felt heavy at the thought of saying goodbye.

But Reiji quirked his head at her, a playful smile still plastered on his face. “Part ways? I was actually planning to shower as well,” he replied, his tone teasing but sincere, as if the idea of separating was the last thing he wanted.

[Name]’s cheeks flared with heat at his words, and she felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her. “W-wait? But that’s improper!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. “I-I can just wait for you to finish if you want!” The thought of sharing the space with him, even if it was just for a moment, sent her heart into a frenzy.

The air around them grew thick with awkward tension, and she could feel the temperature rising, not just from the warmth of the steam that seeped from the shower area. She fidgeted with her hands, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected situation. The atmosphere became charged, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts—could she really share this intimate space with him? What if she made a fool of herself again?

Reiji chuckled softly, a low sound that resonated in her chest, easing some of her anxiety. “[Name], I promise you, there’s nothing improper about it. We’re both adults here. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he reassured her, his voice soothing and calm, as if he could sense her inner turmoil.

She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered his words. The allure of his presence was undeniable, and part of her was curious about what it would be like to share this moment with him. But the other part of her was still gripped by shyness, conflicted between her desire to stay and the fear of crossing an invisible line. The decision weighed heavily on her, and she could only hope that whatever choice she made wouldn’t lead to further embarrassment.

“My dear, there’s truly no need for that! You came all this way, and it wouldn’t be right to make a lady wait,” Reiji said, his voice smooth and inviting as he reached out, gently but firmly grabbing her wrist. Despite her protests, he pulled her into the locker room, a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he was enjoying her flustered state far too much. 

As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted; the air was warmer, infused with the scent of soap and shampoo. Reiji wasted no time and began to strip off his sweatshirt, exposing his sculpted torso—the pale, toned muscles rippling beneath his skin. [Name] felt her cheeks ignite with heat, as if she were a volcano about to erupt. She could hardly believe her eyes; the sight was both breathtaking and overwhelming, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.

When Reiji turned around, he caught sight of [Name] staring at him, her gaze wide and flustered, her face flushed with embarrassment. A playful smile spread across his lips as he noticed her reaction. He placed the basket he had been holding right near her face, teasingly close. “Aww, please don’t fret, [Name],” he reassured her, his tone warm and gentle. “I wouldn’t do anything to you while we’re here.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at the playful surprise he had in store for her once they reached the showers.

With a sly grin barely hidden beneath the surface, he continued to remove each piece of clothing from his body at a leisurely pace, the air thick with anticipation and tension. Finally, he stood before her clad only in a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, a confident posture that commanded attention. He glanced back, catching a glimpse of [Name] standing awkwardly in the corner, her eyes darting away in an attempt to avoid staring at the exposed male form before her. 

“If you’re ready to come out, then please don’t fret,” he said, his voice soothing. “I just want to help you as best as possible. Just relax and be comfortable—that’s all I’m asking.” With that, he opened the door to the shower and stepped inside, leaving the flustered girl behind in a haze of confusion and excitement.

[Name], meanwhile, was left to catch her breath, her heart racing from the whirlwind of sensations. She felt lightheaded, the heat from the moment still coursing through her veins. Remembering his words—“just relax”—she found herself caught in a whirlwind of doubt. How could she relax with such pent-up stress and embarrassment? Gripping her basket tightly, she hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself and began to strip off her outfit. 

She unclipped her bra, feeling a rush of vulnerability wash over her as she removed her last article of clothing. Wrapping herself in a towel, she took a deep breath, the soft fabric providing a semblance of comfort against her racing heart. ‘Am I really listening to his words?’ she thought, her mind swirling with uncertainty.

With a final inhale, she opened the doors to the showers, stepping inside to find herself enveloped in steam. The warm mist curled around her, softening the edges of reality and creating a dreamy atmosphere. The glossy tiles beneath her feet glistened with moisture, and the sound of running water filled her ears, a constant, soothing rhythm that beckoned her closer.

In the distance, she could see Reiji bathing himself in the cascading water, the droplets glistening on his skin like jewels. His back was turned to her, but the sight was mesmerizing; he moved with a relaxed grace that suggested he was completely at ease. When he finally turned his head and caught sight of her, a broad smile broke across his face. He waved his hand invitingly, motioning for her to enter the shower area. 

“Come on in, [Name]! The water’s perfect!” he called out, his voice warm and inviting, making it hard for her to resist the urge to join him. The tension in the air was palpable, and she could feel her heart pounding as she took a tentative step forward, momentarily losing herself in the captivating world they had created.

“So nice…” [Name] whispered to herself, a soft smile gracing her lips as she savored the warm mist enveloping her in a comforting embrace. However, her moment of tranquility was short-lived, as she suddenly became acutely aware of Reiji standing directly in front of her. The sight of him made her blush fiercely, and she quickly crossed her arms to cover her chest, instinctively trying to shield herself from being exposed. But to her surprise, Reiji merely smiled, a playful glint in his lavender eyes that made her heart race even faster.

In that charged atmosphere, Reiji held up a sponge dripping with thick, frothy soap foam, the bubbles glistening under the steamy light. He turned his back to her, sweeping his hair to the front so it wouldn’t get in the way. “Would you mind helping me clean my back?” he asked, his voice polite and inviting, tinged with an undeniable charm.

[Name] felt a wave of confusion wash over her, her mind racing as she processed his request. The blush on her cheeks deepened, turning her face a vivid shade of crimson as she slowly nodded, barely able to manage a coherent response. “Y-yeah, sure,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. 

As she took hold of the sponge, she approached him with cautious steps, her heart pounding in her chest. The moment she began to scrub his slick back, the warmth of his skin against the cool sponge sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t help but blush even more. The sensation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of her movements, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.

“I-I’m done…” she finally managed to voice, her words tinged with a mix of relief and embarrassment. Reiji turned around, a pleased smile plastered across his face, radiating warmth that seemed to fill the air around them. He reached out and gently took the sponge from her hands, their fingers brushing against each other in a fleeting moment that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

[Name], feeling a rush of shyness, slowly backed away to create some space between them, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure. The steam swirled around them, thickening the atmosphere with an intoxicating blend of warmth and tension.

“[Name],” Reiji said, his tone soft yet direct, “would you like me to help you out? You seem a bit pent up.” His offer hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications that made her stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. 

All she wanted was to leave the situation as soon as possible, to escape the mounting pressure that threatened to overwhelm her. The last thing she wanted was to drag this encounter into something more complicated, yet the warmth in his gaze made it hard to dismiss his offer outright. She hesitated, caught between the desire to retreat and the allure of his presence, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The water continued to cascade around them, a soothing sound that only heightened her awareness of the intimate space they shared, leaving her wondering what would come next.

The steam from the hot water enveloped them, creating a hazy veil that blurred the edges of reality. The soft glimmer of light reflected off the tiles, casting an ethereal glow around the intimate space of the bathhouse. The air was thick with warmth and the mingling scents of sandalwood and jasmine, making each breath feel charged with an intoxicating essence. 

Reiji moved closer, the sponge in his hand gliding over [Name]’s back with a gentle yet purposeful rhythm. Each stroke sent ripples of warmth throughout her body, igniting sensations she had tried to suppress. She could feel the tension in her muscles begin to melt away, but the deeper tension within her heart only seemed to intensify.

“Is this okay?” Reiji asked, his voice low and smooth, breaking through the gentle sound of the flowing water. There was a teasing lilt in his tone, a hint of mischief that made her pulse quicken. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear, and she could feel a shiver run down her spine.

“Y-yes,” [Name] stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but every fiber of her being was aware of his proximity. “It feels nice.” 

“Nice?” he echoed, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Just nice? I think I can do better than that.” He shifted his position, his fingers applying more pressure as he moved the sponge in slow, deliberate circles, exploring the contours of her shoulders and back. The warmth of his hands seeped through the sponge, igniting a fire beneath her skin that left her breathless.

[Name] found herself leaning into his touch, caught in the delicate balance between comfort and overwhelming desire. “Reiji…” she started, but the words caught in her throat, tangled with uncertainty. 

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if sensing her internal struggle. “Just let go. This is our moment. No one else is here.” The intensity of his gaze bore into her, his eyes dark with an unspoken promise. 

The atmosphere crackled with unexpressed emotions, and [Name] could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She opened her eyes, locking onto his, searching for clarity amidst the fog of her thoughts. “What do you want from me?” she finally asked, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of vulnerability and bravado.

Reiji paused, his fingers stilling for just a moment. “What do you want, [Name]?” he countered, a serious note threading through his playful demeanor. “I’m here to help you, but this isn’t just about me. It’s about what you need.” His hand started to trail up her waist to her chest.

Her heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, feeling as though he could see right through her defenses. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “I’m scared. Scared of what this could mean.”

“Scared?” he repeated, his tone shifting to something softer, more understanding. “It’s okay to be scared. But sometimes, the things that frighten us are what we truly desire.” He resumed flicking her perky tits this time with a gentler touch, as if to soothe the turmoil within her. 

[Name] closed her eyes again, moaning at the feeling of his soft clausal hands massaging her, focusing on the sensations, the warmth enveloping her like a cocoon. “It feels so good~,” she whispered, gasping at the small tuggs he sends. the confession slipping from her lips before she could second-guess herself. “Mmh~ Reiji!!.”

Reiji’s hands paused once more, and for a heartbeat, the world around them faded into silence. “Then let me help you feel that,~” he whispered, his voice almost a caress. “Let go of the weight you’re carrying. Just for tonight.” 

The weight of his words settled over her like a soft blanket, and for the first time, she felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. [Name] nodded slowly, a silent agreement forming between them, the tension shifting into something palpable, electric. 

“Please,” she begged, her heart pounding, the air thick with anticipation. “ah!~ mmmh~.” 

As Reiji resumed his task, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken promises, and the water continued to cascade around them, echoing the rhythm of their hearts as they ventured into uncharted territory, where every touch, every glance held the potential to change everything. He smirks as he can feel himself growing bolder with an evil intention creeping up.

‘Oh How Cruel’

Her moans were echoing sensually like a beautiful melody that filled the room. He could feel every tug and pull, causing waves of pleasure to course through her body. She let out a sharp gasp as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. “Ah~Reiji! mhm~”

The sound of her moans filling the air, calling out his name over and over again in a breathless whisper. Reiji's hands moved with urgency and precision, determined to reveal each familiar part of her body to him. Reiji breathed into her ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You're doing so well, my good girl~”

His fingertips traced the contours of her body, taking pleasure in her shiver of anticipation. "You're so beautiful…." Reiji whispered, his lips trailing down her jawline and planting soft kisses along her neck. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly as he pulled her closer. "…and so, so good for me." He continued, his grip only tightening. He nipped at her skin gently, his tongue trailing a path down to the collarbone.

Reiji chuckled huskily against her skin, his warm breath tickling her. He teased the tip of his tongue across the surface of her sensitive breast, swirling around the hardened peak. 

He flicked at it gently, listening intently to the sounds of her gasps and moans. The way her body writhed under his touch, the way she arched her back, the way her fingers dug into his hair. His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to tease her with his tongue, his other hand firmly gripping her hip. "Look at you, my precious little thing, already so undone just a few simple touches.”

“Wait! Someone might come here!” [Name] gasped, her voice a frantic whisper that echoed against the slick tiles of the shower room. She looked around, her heart racing as the sound of water cascaded around them, almost drowning out her protest. The dim lighting, combined with the steamy atmosphere, created a cocoon that both thrilled and terrified her. She longed for some semblance of understanding, a fragment of common sense amidst the waves of rush and desire that swept through the air.

Reiji, however, seemed unfazed. His dark, intense eyes narrowed with focus, fixed unabashedly on her skin as he pressed his lips against the delicate curve of her nape. Each kiss lingered, leaving a trail of warmth that ignited sparks of yearning within her. His mouth moved lower, exploring the smooth expanse of her shoulder before descending to the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, where he left shallow hickeys, the unmistakable marks of his hunger.

“[Name],” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble filled with need, “it’s just us here.” He felt a rush of excitement coursing through him, mixed with impatience. The suffocating heat of their surroundings amplified the electric atmosphere, urging him to lose himself in the moment. He could feel her heartbeat beneath his lips, fast and frantic, a rhythm that matched the throbbing pulse within him. 

[Name] instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, anchoring herself as waves of pleasure and anxiety surged through her. She pressed her body against him, feeling every hard plane of his torso against her softness, and an overwhelming blush spread across her cheeks. 

“What if someone walks in?” she murmured, though her protest was becoming fainter, drowned out by the roaring waters and her own escalating desire. Her breath hitched, realizing just how close they were, their bodies so entwined that the world outside felt distant and irrelevant.

“Let them,” Reiji replied, his voice low and husky, suffused with a reckless abandon that both excited and frightened her. “I want everyone to know how much I want you.” He captured her gaze, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that stole her breath away, and she found herself lost in the depths of that gaze—so confident, so predatory in nature.

The steamy enclosure of the shower room seemed to wrap around them like a thick fog, intensifying the heat radiating from their bodies. Droplets of water slid down the tiles, pooling at their feet, while the fragrant steam filled her senses, enticing and overwhelming her. The mixture of his warm breath against her damp skin and the sensation of his lips traced along her collarbone sent shivers cascading down her spine, pushing her further into a state of blissful submission. 

“[Name],” he breathed again, lifting his head slightly to catch her eye, a hint of mischief dancing in his expression. “You don’t have to worry. Just be here with me.” His words hung in the air like an invitation, daring her to abandon her reservations. The atmosphere thrummed with palpable tension, and she could feel every pulse in the air, every unspoken desire sparking between them.

Her resolve weakened, and she swallowed hard, the weight of her desires clashing with her fears. “But… what if…” She trailed off, her thoughts vaporized by the feel of his tongue darting out to taste her skin, igniting every nerve ending within her being. 

“[Name],” he interrupted softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Let go. Just for a moment.” The urgency in his tone enveloped her like a warm embrace, pressing her into the depths of her own yearning. She felt a powerful longing flare within her—a blend of fear and exhilaration that made her pulse quicken.

And in that steamy sanctuary, with the world outside forgotten, she surrendered to the chaos of emotions swirling inside her, the thrill of danger pulsing through her veins like a sweet poison.

Reiji chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated in the charged atmosphere surrounding them. His fingers tightened around her hips, pulling her closer as he pressed himself against her, the heat of his body igniting a fire within her. "You're not backing down now, are you?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers racing down her spine. "Let me hear your whines," he growled, his breath warm and tantalizing against the sensitive skin of her ear, each word dripping with a possessive urgency that left her breathless. "It doesn’t matter if they come here. They'll know better than to cross me."

With a swift, almost predatory motion, his hands moved to cup her breasts, the intimacy of the gesture sending a jolt of electricity through her. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples, eliciting soft, erotic moans that escaped her lips, a melody of pleasure that filled the air between them. Each sound she made fueled the fire of his desire, a primal connection sparking wildly in the dim light of the room.

"You're so damn perfect," he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that felt almost overwhelming. In one fluid motion, he captured her mouth with his, the kiss rough and possessive, igniting a storm of passion within her. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming every inch as if marking his territory, a dance of dominance and submission that left her dizzy with want.

The tension between them crackled like electricity, a palpable force that enveloped them, making the air thick and heavy with desire. The world outside faded away, the only sounds that mattered were their breaths mingling, and the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies moving in sync. In that moment, all that existed was the raw, unfiltered connection they shared, a tempest of yearning that threatened to consume them both.. 

[Name] moaned softly into the kiss, a sound that reverberated between them and sent shivers down her spine. Her body trembled with desire, every nerve ending alight as Reiji held her with a rough yet intoxicating grip. She could feel the heat radiating off him, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, before tangling in his hair, tugging gently as their tongues danced together in a passionate rhythm.

“Hmm! Reiji!” she breathed out between kisses, her voice husky with a need that felt almost primal. “H-hurry…” The urgency in her tone matched the frantic beating of her heart, echoing the storm of emotions swirling within her.

As she whimpered, her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. She arched her back, instinctively seeking more contact, more friction, as Reiji’s strong arms supported her. Her hips rocked against him, a rhythm that felt both intoxicating and desperate, as if they were both caught in a tide of longing that was impossible to resist. The shower room was eerily quiet, the only sounds punctuating the stillness were the heavy breaths escaping her lips, mingling with the warm steam that enveloped them.

[Name] relaxed slightly, a soft moan escaping her as she caressed his hair, fingers tangling deeper as if anchoring herself to him in this moment. Each kiss deepened their connection, a silent promise that transcended words, binding them in a shared desire that felt both exhilarating and consuming. 

In the midst of their heated exchange, a soft groan escaped Reiji's lips, and as their mouths parted for a brief moment, a delicate trail of saliva connected his lips to hers, glistening in the soft light of the shower room. He smirked up at her, the playful glint in his eyes contrasting with the raw passion that hung heavily in the air. The tension between them was almost palpable, an electric current that promised more, urging them to dive deeper into this intoxicating whirlpool of emotions.

He then lines himself up against her, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one powerful stroke. "Nghh!~......." [Name] crie out in ecstasy as he fills her completely, Her walls clenching around his thick length. The sudden intrusion makes her see stars as she cling to him desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders.

[Name] doesn't even realize the way she's desperately sobbing in diminutive distress as he forces his cock into her. Her eyes snap up to meet his in the same instance he’s shoving the last of his cock into her with a wet, squelching slap

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groans, pulling back a few inches before he’s ramming back into her, she's overstimmed body accepting his brutal intrusion, “You’re liking this don't you? So desperate and cruel” He teases and kisses the top of her head. Using his strength to hold her legs apart while thrusting deep in her warm cavern.

“Y-yes!” [Name] squeak out, breaths coming out in sharp, shallow pants as she lungs struggle to take in more air, her cunt squeezing reflexively at his words, the sheer brain-breaking sensation of the way Reiji was fucking her full was well on its way to tearing orgasm out of her.

The echoing smack of his hips colliding into her, fucking her full and leaving her heart shatteringly empty with each drawback, as she is holding desperately on her life to not let go, 

“Haha! Look at you! You're so desperate! And how cruel!” Reiji micked hwr with a groan, fingers branding deep bruises into the skin of her thighs apart  and she's helpless to just let him thrust in with such momentum, making her to roll her eyes back of her skull. 

“R-reiji! P-please!!” She begged, with slurred words, her mind going blank from the amountof thrusting he's forcing making his hips pistoning into her with reckless abandon, the slick slap of his skin to her growing in intensity, his rhythm faltering as he surrenders himself to the pleasure, 

“Aww, begging so suddenly?! I thought someone like you would at least put up a fight! Look at you crying and moaning like bitch! Aha!” 

He continues to mock her while continuing to thrust harshly with his cock pounding ever so rough in her bruised cunt. it was cruel but yet amazing and she can't seem to stop her voice to expose her pleasured state.

How cruel indeed.

Just as [Name] felt herself on the edge of a climax, Reiji adopted a short and consistent rhythm. His thrusts were no longer violent and deep, as if it were trying to breach [Name]’s deepest place. Now, he was quick and shallow, like it couldn’t get enough of the feeling of rubbing its cock against [Name]’s gummy walls.

“Ohhh…” The new rhythm made [Name] groan and her eyes roll back. His cock rubbing against her walls felt soothing against her swollen and battered cavern. Pleasure pulsed throughout her core, making [Name] moan loudly.

“Ah Shit!!” Without warning, he rammed his cock all the way past her cervix. She gasped in response, a wet noise echoing within as she was filled to the brim. Causing her to dig her nails at back of his neck, squelching slaps continues.

“Mhm- Hng-” Her fingers dug into his skin and clung like her life depended on it. “W-wait! I-im coming! H-haaa!”

[Name] falling hard and fast from the high he’d forced onto her, her legs trembling and shaking pathetically and a stuttering sound slips past her teeth when Reiji shows no sign of physically stoppingfrom his constant thrusts, “H-hnnngh, f-fuck, Reiji, fuck, I c-can’t — Rei, please —!!”

Reiji smirks sadisticalt, watching her wither with his dangerous glint in his eyes, grinning to himself when he sees her own eyes roll back into her head, the oversensitivity mind-numbing in the best and worst ways possible.

She's helpless to the devastating implosion that’s building in her overstimulated body as an orgasm grinds slick, debauched heat through her veins, his name a fervent plea to slow down but knowing him he wouldn't stoop so low in a chance like this.

R-reiji, fuck, oh god, Hiiragi! I c-can’t —!! I-I’m gonna fucking cum agai — s-shit, oh my god — ahhhhh!!”

Her body spasming as hot slick gushes out of her, soaking his upper thighs as she squirt damn near uncontrollably before he’s leaning over to her, “Look at you, I didn't even come yet, and hear you are being a little slut and gushing so desperately! Aww what happened? Too much for your little Fucked up body?” He's getting harder from the sick view he's witnessing and says such cruel words that made [Name] bite her lips.

“Please! W-wait! too sensitive! Nghh~...” she whimpered. But It felt too good. She was drenched in her own arousal with the mix of the water splashing around from the momentum created by them, making his journey to her cervix uninterrupted and smooth. [Name] moved her hips with him, meeting him halfway as his thick cock rubbed against every inch of her slippery walls. She had never felt this good before.

“You feel really good, just a little more and I’ll cum,” Reiji grunted as he thrust. Despite his words, she came first. His smirk reaches far wide of how cock drunk she has gotten. 

“No! Stop! Don’t- Don’t move!” She gripped tightly around his shoulders, protesting him from thrusting any more. He stopped as she clenched around his penis, sighing and groaning as she reached her limit. [Name]’s orgasm was heavenly, making her writhe for him. 

[Name]’s cunt was so sensitive, she could feel every little movement inside. “Ah~....” a lewd moan coming out of her lips, releasing a small breath. Tears ran down her eyes as she began to whine inconsistency. “I don’t think I can take it anymore...” She whined breathlessly, “Please! Ah~..  I'm going to come again! Ngh!~”

Reiji laughed softly, gripping his hand through her thighs in place, “That almost makes me want to tease you more, you know?” [Name] flushed in response, feeling shy as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. Her vagina contracted involuntarily, he was so intoxicating – his warmth, his cock, his scent, all of it. She closed her eyes as she clung to him for dear life, hoping this fucking session ends quickly before she passes out by the constant thrusting and teasing done by the man.

Reiji then groans, his hips pistoning into her with reckless abandon, the slick slap of his skin to hers growing in intensity, his rhythm faltering as he surrenders himself to the pleasure, “Shit, Fuck! I'm going to cum!! Shit!”

It was scorching hot where the two of them were connected. [Name]’s chest moved up and down, taking in nervous breaths as she waited for his next move. The man held his shaft with his right hand and began moving back and forth. 

He then buries himself into her exhausted body, a string of vicious curses dripping past his teeth as she feels a sudden rush of warmth in her most intimate region. Wet heat filled her wet cunt as ropes of cum splattered the walls of her cunt. His cock pulsating rhythmically as he fucks her full with load of his cum, his heavy breaths ghosting over the nape of her neck lightly.

[Name] shuddered delightfully, climaxing yet again,  feeling a hot pool of her arousal seething down her as accepting his seeds as it flooded her hole. The sensation was pleasurable. Her whole body felt pleasantly languid as his cum formed small pools inside, filling in the crevices, bumps and imperfections of her hole. 

“Ah! R-Reiji!” she gasped, letting out another moan that echoed in the stillness of the shower room. Clinging to him for dear life, her fingers curled tightly around his shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart raced, each beat pounding in her chest as she felt the warmth radiating from his body. The intensity of the moment enveloped her, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin, igniting a fire within her.

As he slowly lowered her thighs, she felt a tantalizing mix of anticipation and vulnerability. He moved just enough to slip his cock out of her, and a low hum of contentment escaped his lips, reverberating through her core. The connection between them crackled with energy, and she could sense the shift in the atmosphere, thick with unspoken desires.

“Well, would you look at that! Wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. He gently took her chin in his hand, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. There was a longing in his eyes, a depth that betrayed his sadistic nature. Then, without warning, he dipped down, capturing her lips in a long, heated kiss that left her breathless.

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. She couldn’t help but admit, despite the thrill of his cruelty, that there was something undeniably magnetic about him. Reiji was the epitome of dark allure, his handsomeness only amplifying the wickedness of his charm. In that moment, she found herself entranced, unable to resist the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain that he so expertly orchestrated.

When they finally parted ways, a soft gasp escaped [Name]'s lips as her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her—a delicate string of saliva connecting their lips, glistening in the dim light. It was a vivid reminder of the intimate moment they had just shared. Reiji, still caught in the aftermath of their encounter, let out a scoff, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he admired his handiwork. “Y'know, despite everything we just did, it would probably be best if we cleaned ourselves up," he teased, his gaze lingering on her sweaty form nestled in the warm embrace of the bathtub.

[Name] felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her blush deepening as she became acutely aware of her disheveled appearance. Slowly, she began to retreat, instinctively covering herself with her hands as if to shield her vulnerability from his penetrating gaze. Turning away from him, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and with an almost instinctual yelp, she spun back to face him, her heart racing. “W-what are you saying?!” she shouted, her voice a mix of indignation and flustered surprise.

The tension in the air crackled as she glared at him, her embarrassment evident in the way she bit her lip, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The playful glint in Reiji's eyes only intensified her fluster, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, torn between annoyance and an undeniable thrill that came with their shared experience.

“You're So cruel!!”

Indeed he is…..

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Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Author: A yandere oneshot I've written in Wattpad. Hope you all enjoy it and if you want to see more of my works do check out the Masterlist.

To whoever reads this,

I've completely lost count of how long it's been since my stepmother imprisoned me inside our home without any means to contact the outside world.

However, the only way I could eat it was with my stepmother Bae Suzy or her butler delivering me food, it was delicious and nice which helped make my prison more bearable but regardless, I'm always finding ways to escape.

But leaving this hellhole isn't going to be easy or simple as there are security cameras all over the manor and outside. All the windows and the doors are always locked and even if I managed to lockpick the door the alarms will go off as soon as I step foot out of the mansion.

I've learned all of this from my previous attempts of escaping and I was met with harsh punishment by Suzy. Consequences went from being locked into solitary or the basement, nearly starving me to death, and rape.

Yeah, my stepmother doesn't play games or joke around too much, Suzy and I go way back into my childhood days. It all started when my Appa and Eomma had officially divorced due but I don't know the reasons as I was too naive, Appa had decided to remarry and hooked up with Suzy.

What my Appa found bizarre was how addicted and attached Suzy was to me, she wouldn't leave me alone nor let me out of her sight for a millisecond.

At first, Appa didn't think too much about it for a while until I entered high school, and things started to get concerning.

My Stepmother had forbidden me from dating any girls or barely any freedom at all, of course, I kept on protesting and arguing but it all ended with severe repercussions.

My Appa finally had enough of it and attempted to file for divorce for such erratic parenting but Suzy had clever tricks up her sleeve and it turned out that Suzy had sinister plans in mind.

She hired a hitman to assassinate my Appa and inherit all of his income and the whole manor, thus leaving me in her care.

That's basically how I'm here trapped in confinement for a while, I'm currently about 18 years old and I thought being an adult would grant me freedom from this prison but I was more than wrong...

When I tried to start a new life from scratch, I worked at a local grocery store far from home but somehow her bodyguards managed to catch me and bring me back here.

That's all I have to say for today...

Y/N's POV

Concluding writing in my journal for today, I heard a soft knocking on the door meaning it was time for dinner.

The door slowly opens revealing my devil of a stepmother, holding a tray of food and drinks for the two of us.

"Dinner is ready, darling, I hope you're hungry~." She said to me before putting it down on the table.

Looking at the plates of food on the tray, it appears to be curry with rice, ramen, and Korean beef.

Each dish looked delicious and mouth-watering as my stepmother knows how to cook well, she places a towel napkin on my lap and tucked one in the collar of my shirt to avoid getting any crumbs or small spills on my clothes.

"Now, open wide~!" She instructed me as she scooped up some Korean beef and I did what she asked before she feeds it to me.

The beef tasted delightful as always just like the rest of her food, she continues to feed me like a delicate and fragile child.

With each bite I took out of her hand, she watched me like a predator eyeing her prey making eating unpleasant.

It was obvious she has serious mental health problems but I doubt she couldn't give a shit about it as long as I remain here.

After we were finished with dinner, it was time for my stepmother's special dessert, she called in the butler to pick up the dirty dishes on the tray, and once he had taken away the plates for us, he left us alone in my room.

My stepmother goes up to the door and locks it to make sure that I don't try to flee, she was wearing a black bathrobe and she gave me an evil smirk before slowly walking towards me.

"I hope you're not too full, honey because it's time for dessert~." She said to me before removing the bathrobe revealing her lingerie.

Her smooth and silky skin was literally to die for as she takes good care of herself just for her precious stepson.

"On the bed, sweetie and mommy will take good care of you~." She instructed me and I quickly got onto the bed by instinct.

Crawling on the bed towards me, she takes off all of my clothes leaving only underwear before cuffing me to the bed frame.

"You love how mommy takes control of you, huh~? Good, because I love it too~." She whispered to me before attacking my neck leaving hickeys all over it.

One of her kinks is to leave marks on her territory because of how lovesick she is but there's nothing I can do nor do I have a say in anything.

"Oh, one more thing, mommy has something to put on you~." She informed me before revealing a pink collar and my eyes widened in terror.

Putting on the collar around my neck, she latched on a leash as well putting her in a position that allows complete dominance over me.

Seeing no point in the handcuffs, she takes them off before tossing them aside in my room and she places my hands on both of her breasts.

"Now, shall we enjoy ourselves~?" She proposed to me and I nodded.

"I want an answer, baby boy~." She demanded me in a sweet but psychotic tone and I gulped.

"Y-Yes, mommy," I answered her and she smiled.

TIMESKIP

Last night left me all exhausted because of how sexually demanding she was and my legs are bloody sore.

My snowballs have been utterly drained out and I have bruises in places that I thought were impossible.

But I knew all the hell and torture is far from over, as my stepmother has more ideas planned in her agenda.

I have no idea if she was actually safe or not but I believe she would one day want to have my kids. Whether or not it's true.

Today, she was out for another business meeting in a foreign country leaving only her butler,  maids, and bodyguards to watch over me.

Once again, I tried to escape but of course, everything is sealed off and there are eyes in every corner leaving no options for a stealthy escape.

However, there were many tools and resources I can utilize thanks to my training in boy scouts as they taught me to be resourceful and I can make do with anything like ropes, tape, lamps, you name it.

Searching around the room, I found the handcuffs from last night, there was a lamp and drawers full of my clothes.

The door was locked but I had an idea as I looked in my closet to find a broken vintage fan, I yanked off one of the metal blades and used it to pry open the door.

Getting outside of my room, and rushed to the security office to avoid detection by the cameras as they rotate periodically.

Knocking on the door, the guard opens up and I ambushed him before going inside to shut off the cameras and security alarms.

Finally, I got to the front entrance when the coast was cleared and got the door opened with no problems but I was caught by one of the bodyguards.

"Mister Bae, please return to your room this instant!" The guard ordered me and I grabbed a vase.

Throwing the vase with all my might, it landed a direct hit on his head causing him to fall on the floor unconscious.

Walking out of this hellhole, I made sure that the tracker was taken off before I left the manor for good.

Finally, I was free from my stepmother and I begin a new life without her always breathing down my neck.

I grabbed some money from her office so I can buy some food and clothing to last me until I find a job.

Taking a taxi to town that is the furthest from the mansion, I stopped in the middle of a city that is unknown to me but I was excited.

When I thought everything is going well for me, I happened to spot a black luxury SUV parked on the curb beside me.

The window rolls down and I was surprised that I had coincidentally been caught by my stepmother and boy she wasn't too pleased to see me here.

"Y/N, get in the car... Right. Now." She coldly ordered me but I sprinted the fuck out of there and ran deep into the crowd where it will be harder to find me.

I can hear the guards chasing after me but I hear the chatter as they were having a difficult time trying to locate me but I was smarter than them.

Going into a clothing store, I bought some clothes and changed into another outfit to blend in with the crowd.

The idea had worked when the bodyguards had walked past me like I was a nobody to them leaving me free from my stepmother's grip.

From that point on, I started a new life without her by working at a big office building as an office clerk.

A few months passed by and so far everything was going great until I had gotten a meeting with a client.

"Hello, you must be Miss Bae, right...?" I asked until I had looked right at the woman making me freeze.

Getting a closer look at her, I realized that Miss Bae, the client I was supposed to meet turned out to be my stepmother.

"Hehe, thought you could get away this time, did you~?" She asked me as she stood up from the chair.

"Well, shit..." I muttered to myself.

[wishchip106]

imagine what the xmen would be like if charles and erik were human

i’m imagining more movie version of xmen with this

if we look at first class moira did originally reach out to charles because he’s a genetics professor and not a mutant

when charles was doing his presentation at the CIA they were not convinced until he and raven showed their mutations

honestly don’t know how raven managed to tag along maybe charles convinced everyone she could come

but like without his telepathy he probably gets rejected and he likely leaves with raven

now erik was only taken in by shaw because he bended the gate so we just got to hope he survived the ‘average’ camp experience

although nothing about the holocaust is average

it could be likely he still becomes a n*zi hunter just without the advantages of his mutation

or he just tries to live his life after that insanely traumatic experience

who knows but basically its unlikely these two will ever meet unless we pull out a romance movie type meet cute thing

now onto the actual xmen starting with the first class mutants they’d likely still live their average lives in hiding (and alex in solitary confinement)

jean would likely be going through foster systems until she’s old enough to live on her own or she gets adopted but without the shields charles put in place her powers would likely take over her and she might end up causing a lot of harm to a lot of people

storm would either been in cairo still or somewhere else but if we’re focusing on the movie timelines, her power would be very minimal

she would likely grow up living on a thief’s wage until she finds something else to do with her life (i wouldn’t know what honestly)

scott would be walking around blindfolded 24/7 as he didn’t have hank to make his glasses for him. if alex continued to stay in solitary confinement he probably had no one to feel connected with

logan would still be fitting into his ‘wild animal’ thing and just moving around bar to bar trying to find something worth doing in his life

rogue would likely of died in the van explosion

a lot of the mutant kids living in the x-mansion wouldn’t have a place to call home and the majority of them would be living on the streets getting persecuted

there would be no brotherhood OR xmen to stop humans from wiping out mutants completely

sure maybe some mutants rise up to make they’re own groups but they likely don’t have the influence of a rich old white guy

crazy how much impact these guys have on the world

both with they’re influence on mutants AND their insanely dramatic romance that lives across the ages

[thomasschabot]

bet all i have on that furrowed brow

jakob chychrun x fem!oc

isobel has a workplace crush and healthy dose of loneliness that jakob is more than willing to cure

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of spending the holidays alone, cursing, partial nudity, alcohol consumption

a/n: for @wyattjohnston 🩷 thank you so much for putting together yet another incredibly successful event, and for giving me the best gift of all - getting to write for you! i hope you enjoy x (we're just pretending hockey works like american football and the sens have a bye week over christmas okay? okay!) many wonderful thanks to @matthewtkachuk for singing my praises via text and fluffing up my ego

The string of days between Christmas and New Years always feels like purgatory. One holiday bleeds slowly into the next, and there’s a general consensus no one knows what day it is or how long it’s been since they ate something moderately healthy. For most it’s time well spent with family and friends, but for Isobel it’s a sentence to near solitary confinement. She has no family remotely close, few friends, and is much too stubborn to take up her co-workers’ invitations to join them on holiday getaways to ski chalets or sandy beaches. Isobel refuses to be more of an inconvenience than she already feels like she is, but it isn’t necessarily best for her mental health.

She spends as much time as possible at work, researching rising social media trends to present to the team and making sure all paperwork is up-to-date. The team will be able to start with their best foot forward in the new year, something Isobel is extremely proud of, and it keeps her going into the office even when she’d much prefer to stay in bed and wallow in the intense loneliness she feels. There isn’t a pressure to produce new deliverables, which is a slight stress relief. The analytics department isn’t needed as much with the bye week and most of the incoming reports can be run by Isobel alone. A number of years ago the NHL implemented bye weeks in addition to the all-star break, which allows each team to not have scheduled games during the regular season. This year Ottawa got lucky, with their break over the Christmas holidays, and players and support staff alike took the opportunity to get the hell out of the snowy capital.

As far as Isobel’s aware, very few members of the Senators organization stayed in the area. From social media she could see co-workers posting from almost every continent, enjoying all the world has to offer. Many roster players were in tropical destinations, hungry to get away from the ice and snow that ruled much of their daily lives. Claude Giroux has taken his family to the Caribbean and posts a rare snapshot of his young boys enjoying the water. Brady, ever the gracious captain, has taken what seems like half the team home with him to St. Louis in order to cheer on his sister’s university tournament being hosted in the same city. Only Jakob’s whereabouts are unknown, his absence from her life palpable, but Isobel’s sure he isn’t in Ottawa. Why would he be? There are a thousand different people and places vying for his attention, and one of them was sure to be the lucky winner. 

It’s her most guarded secret, the fact that Isobel has an almost debilitating crush on who is technically a co-worker, but she’s also sure everyone has figured it out, even Jakob himself. Working with professional athletes means there’s a serious lack of personal boundaries, and one’s private life isn’t exactly private, no matter how well guarded they may be. The boys Isobel works with will stop at nothing short of blackmail to get information out of her, even if it’s only ever used for in-house teasing. No one has said anything yet, which she’s incredibly grateful for, but Isobel can’t help but think it’s the main topic of conversation when she’s not around. 

The suburbs of Ottawa are desolate as Isobel winds through the streets to the Canadian Tire Centre. No car is on the road except her own, and there is only one in the parking lot when she pulls in. Badge in hand, Isobel treks up the steps and pulls open the large door at the back of the arena, one that isn’t used by anyone except members of the organization. Jamie, one of the building’s security guards, is face down in a book — it must have been his sedan parked beside her own sensible compact SUV. 

“Isobel Walker,” he says, surprised to see another person. The offices were open upon a technicality in contracts that is now grandfathered in, but it’s likely Jamie hasn’t seen anyone since he started his shift.  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready with friends? The New Year's festivities start in a few hours.”

Isobel shakes her head. “Just wanted to square away a few things before the weekend. Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do. It’s just me this year.”

The attentive man doesn’t miss the sad downturn in her voice, or the longing for companionship in Isobel’s eyes. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get invited somewhere.” Jamie sounds resolute in the statement, but she knows it must be easy for him to think when once his shift is over he’ll return home to a wife and kids. When Isobel is done putting in work there’ll be no one waiting at home. 

The elevator dings then, signalling its availability to deliver a human to the floor where the data and analytics department is located. Isobel waves goodbye in an almost timid fashion, insisting she’ll take good care of herself and promising to at least look into doing something. Nothing will come of it, this she’s sure of, but a small white lie has never hurt anyone. In fact, Isobel deals almost exclusively in little white lies, whether it be to scouts who want to hear a specific player is doing bad so they feel less guilty about not advising the general manager to draft them or to teammates when they ask what she’s doing on the weekends. Telling Jamie one more won’t cause the world to fall apart. Isobel is sure of it.

Her cubicle is tucked just inside the glass doors that shelter the front office from the rest of the floor, but Isobel doesn't head there. Instead, she tiptoes through the space until the corkboard of Senators and their individual season stats is right in front of her. The photo of Jakob immediately catches her attention — not an official headshot but instead a picture from the charity gala last season — and Isobel notices it’s a cropped version of one she has on her desk. In the photo he’s posing with the analytics staff, goofy smile plastered on his face as he stands three people from Isobel. She also remembers that in the photo she’s not looking at the camera, but at him. Eventually she forces herself to stop looking at the gorgeous specimen that is Jakob Chychrun and accomplish what she intended to do. Taking one last look, Isobel places a distant memory that their eyes had locked seconds after the camera’s shutter went off. 

⭑⭒⭑

It’s long past sunset when Isobel returns home, and there’s no sense trying to scramble downtown to an overcrowded bar. She hadn’t been planning on it anyways despite what she told the only person she’s interacted with in a week. Things at the office didn’t take long to complete, despite the frequent distraction of Jakob’s gorgeous portrait in the background, but Isobel couldn’t bring herself to return to her empty home. Since the conversation with Jamie in the lobby she’s been dreading the silence that would greet her when the door rocked on its hinges. Instead of immediately returning home, Isobel drives eastward towards more connected areas of the city and marvels at the tourists in town to ring in the new year surrounded by history. Each street sign passed amalgamated into a mushed series in her brain, and once she could no longer tell what was real or imaginary Isobel turned and headed for home. 

As expected, the modest craftsman house Isobel occupies is dark and silent and lonely, as well as a million other words she can’t think of to encapsulate how isolated she feels. If she had been thinking clearly Isobel would have picked up take out on the drive back, but she wasn't in a completely sound frame of mind, therefore being resigned to heating up three day old broccoli pasta and drinking room temperature beer. She can’t even be bothered to change into comfortable clothing, instead throwing her blouse and slacks over the back of a dining room chair seconds before crashing onto the worn leather sofa inherited from a college roommate nearly a decade ago but that she can’t seem to get rid of. 

The television turns on at the press of a button, and Isobel briefly watches the sports highlights for updates on potential trade targets before deciding she’s done more than enough work for the day and switching to a New Years special. This one seems to be taking place in New York, a place she’s never been nor cared for, but at the moment Isobel would give anything to be there amongst the suffocating crowd. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so earth-shatteringly alone. 

Hours pass by and more beers are consumed, but Isobel can’t seem to reach the buzz she’s so desperately chasing. The performances and countdowns meld together but if questioned there wouldn’t be a detail missing from her recollection. No one could do that inebriated, further proving that getting drunk isn’t in the cards for her tonight. A chill settles over the room and Isobel struggles to wrangle a throw blanket free from its perch on the back of the couch. Though comfortable, sitting in only undergarments doesn’t provide much protection against the drafty windows she should call a repairman about. Some pop star, whom she doesn't particularly care about, is thanking fans for helping them reach a milestone this past calendar year and she zone out. Nothing and everything floats through Isobel’s brain all at once, swimming in circles and causing a beautiful confusion. 

The dull thud of a fist against the front door shakes Isobel from her stupor and possible slumber. Panic encroaches and her sharp survival instincts set in — the baseball bat normally kept in the corner of the living room grabbed and work clothes are haphazardly tossed over frame. The person on the other side of the wood slab is the last person she’s expecting to see, and the fact he’s standing there with a sheepish smile is astounding. Jakob Chychrun is on her doorstep, shifting his weight between the balls of his feet and carrying a large bottle of expensive champagne and a bag of garlic bread. 

“Hi.”

“Can I help you, Jakob?” she asks, but immediately backpedals when she realizes how ill-tempered the tone of the words made her seem. “I just wasn’t expecting any visitors and am wholly unprepared.”

He smiles even more, as though Isobel can actually solve a problem he’s been faced with, and gestures to the objects in his hands like it’s obvious. “Jamie mentioned you were spending the evening alone when I went into the rink this afternoon, and I had no plans, so I thought we could watch the dumb special programs and drown our sorrows in alcohol.”

The answer is so Jakob, so perfect and friendly and warm, Isobel can’t help but return his grin. “I told him I’d look into going out. What are you doing in the city?”

“I wanted a relaxing week.”

Isobel arches her eyebrow. “The beach isn’t relaxing?”

“Not as much as staying at home.”

“Oh.”

Jakob doesn’t skip a beat in bringing conversation back to his original proposition. “Well sweetheart, what do you say?”

All the air leaves her lungs at the pet name, but she manages to nod semi-enthusiastically and move to the side. Jakob slips off his shoes while Isobel closes the door and treads into the living space carefully, inspecting-without-inspecting the decor. She quickly plays the role of gracious hostess, getting her handsome guest a crystal flute and asking if he’d like anything to eat. Jakob declines, saying he had leftovers before coming over, and urges her to sit down and ‘stop fluttering around like a hummingbird’. She obliges, turning to face him and tucking her legs underneath her center of gravity.

Jakob rakes his eyes over Isobel, once, then a second time, before coughing rather aggressively. It rings through the quiet like a gunshot and nearly makes her jump. Unsure of what could have caused such a reaction, she looks down to find the previously hastily buttoned shirt has shifted, revealing a rather large patch of red lace that hints at what’s underneath. Surely that can’t be the reason the normally suave man across from her is a blushing mess?

He respectfully looks away while she adjusts, and Isobel finishes quickly before placing a tentative hand on her shoulder to let her know everything is back to normal. She’s desperate to dissuade any awkwardness. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Jakob laughs, but it comes out a little strangled. “Happens to the best of us. Well not me, in that exact way, but I’ve been caught in my fair share of wardrobe malfunctions.”

Isobel focuses extremely hard on not thinking about what that means, and unsure of where to go from the moment that was somehow vulnerable and impersonal at the same time, she reaches across Jakon to grab the bottle of champagne and doesn't even bother getting a glass. The cool liquid does wonders to soothe the fire in her insides, exacerbated by the fact that Jakob came to her, wanted to spend time with her. Some alcohol misses Isobel’s mouth, dribbles down her chin, but before she can even lift the bottle from her lips it’s being wiped away. 

It’s Jakob, she realizes, stroking his thumb across her skin tenderly and making sure there isn’t an opportunity for the champagne to stain the silk button up that she can never remember to take to the dry cleaners. Clouds immediately form in her mind and Isobel closes her eyes — this has to be a dream. An incredibly elaborate fantasy. Under no circumstance is Jakob Chychrun sitting on her couch staring at her with longing and centimetres away from her lips. She must have fallen asleep, and her dreams are vivid due to the beer. 

“Iso, sweetheart, hey,” Jakob says barely above a whisper, eyebrow furrowed with concern and the slightest bit of amusement. “You alright?”

Her eyelids flutter open, a bit heavy from all the alcohol she’s consumed, but her gaze is met with his blue eyes so close to her own and his fingers fiddling with the hem of her pants. Apparently this is in fact real life, and while Isobel had been trying to convince herself otherwise she’d missed Jakob inching closer and resting his forehead against her own. 

“Yeah,” she sputters, nearly choking on air for the second time that evening. “I drank a bit before you got here and I think it’s all catching up to me.”

Jakob smiles softly, like he already confirmed this, and it’s then she clues in to the fact there are four empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “Are you drunk?”

Laughter trickles from her lips. “I wish,” Isobel confesses, “It would make the loneliness a lot easier to ignore.”

Again, Jakob smiles like he understands. It’s a bit surreal, the way the two of them are so similar, but Isobel can’t help but enjoy learning about him  through these small glances. If she could keep her cool around the man for longer periods than the handful of minutes long interaction they’d shared, Isobel is almost sure they’d be friends, but the universe is cruel and unyielding. She’s destined to never know Jakob all that well, watching from the sidelines as he jokes with Brady and Tim, marvelling at his beauty and resigning herself to the fact he’ll never be yours. 

“Can I kiss you?”

The question steals every ounce of air from Isobel’s lungs. Jakob is looking at her intently, studying her features for clues or transgressions he unknowingly committed. She’s never been good at keeping her emotions steeled away, and Isobel knows everything is splayed on her face for him to decipher if he wants to. The most prominent one is shock. Isobel is beyond surprised he’s asking the one thing that’s been on the tip of her tongue  and whispering in her mind for years. 

“Are —” she struggles to find the words she wants to say. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

It’s Jakob’s turn to laugh. It’s a beautiful sound, his deep rumbles as he nods his head, and Isobel does her best to imprint it to memory. If this is the last time she’ll ever hear it she wants to give herself the best shot at remembering. 

“Pretty damn sure, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to do it since I joined the team.”

Isobel is now beyond shocked. “You’ve wanted to kiss me for three years?”

Jakob smiles in a way that allows it to reach his eyes. Beautiful, Isobel thinks, but doesn’t allow herself much time to focus on it, too eager to catch his next words. “Four if you count the time I got lost when Arizona was the visiting team and you held the door for me to get back to the locker rooms. You were wearing a black turtleneck that made your eyes look even more angelic than normal. I didn’t know that at the time, of course, but I did know I wanted to kiss you senseless.”

“Fuck me, you never thought to say anything when I was so clearly pining after you?” she whispers, emboldened and growing more confident under the confession and moving even closer until her lips are so close to Jakob’s she can feel the breath he inhales. 

It takes a moment, but Isobel gains the courage to tilt her head slightly upwards and slot her lips against Jakob’s. Time stops with the flourish of a cheesy romance novel, though she can’t find it in her to groan internally even if she would under normal circumstances. Nothing about what’s happening is normal, however. Kissing Jakob is perfect in ways Isobel could never accurately describe — all plump lips and gentle touches and whispered sweet nothings. She never wants it to end, but eventually he pulls back. 

He doesn’t stray far, just tucks her into his side with a hint of possession if Isobel squints , and cards his fingers through the matted ends of her hair. Jakob seems to have quite an affinity for the strands, allowing them to keep his attention while Isobel processes the fact that the man she’s been secretly in love with for years has also been in love with her for just as long.

“You know,” she says breathlessly, still in a surreal state from the kiss, “Maybe ringing in the new year won’t be so lonely after all.” 

Jakob giggles in the same warm and gleeful way that made Isobel fall in love with him all those years ago. “I hope not.”

The pair of them spend the remaining hours of the night eating, drinking, and talking about what the future holds. When the television program begins the countdown Jakob looks at Isobel with a gleam in his eyes, and waits until the ball drops to kiss her into the next year.

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[saphhhiree]

solitary embers: confined truths

part two in the solitary embers series

a/n: hii!!! so glad everyone liked part one, this part is gonna be more dialogue oriented, not so much story based… i hope you guys like it!!!! aaaaa story below the cut :)

as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of teio prison, you couldn’t resist teasing chishiya once more. “you know, chishiya, i’ve seen you crack a smile a few times. it seems that i’m starting to break through your tough facade.” chishiya’s lips twitched, and he looked away, trying to hide the fondness that crept into his expression. “i assure you y/n, my smile is purely coincidental,” he replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “sure, sure,” you chuckled, bumping his shoulder playfully. “i’ll take that as a sign of progress. soon, you won’t be able to resist me.” he rolled his eyes and walked faster. catching up to him he says “you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?” you put both your hands up in defense, “i like to think of it as charmingly persistent” you quipped, flashing him a smirk.

amidst the flirty banter, you both remained vigilant, watching the other players with a keen eye. urumis group continued to manipulate and betray, leaving you and chishiya cautious of forming any alliances. chishiya being chishiya, noticed things no one else did, thus ending up with both of you huddled in a corner waiting for his suspicions to be confirmed. the dim light cast a shadow on chishiyas face, and you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked, but this could be the boredom talking as you wait longer and longer. “ugh how long is this gonna take?” you groaned. “shut up y/n” “but i’m bor-“ your sentence was cut off by his hand covering his mouth. you were about to protest when you followed his gaze to a woman walking to the shelf where the 4 different flavors of biscuits were. you almost didn’t recognize her without the tall business looking guy standing behind her. she scans and pick up the red one. in a hurry, she whips her head around to make sure no one’s looking and walks out. you turned back to chishiya who now has a smirk on his face, “hmm” he hums, you can basically see the wheels turning in his head. not processing that his hand was still on your mouth, “did you just… lick me..?” he turns his head with a slight look of disgust and removes his hand “hehehe yea..” he just rolls his eyes and goes back into thought. “hey is it just me or does sneaking around with you make this whole situation a little less terrifying?” you asked, wanting some kind of conversation because you are going to pass out from boredom. “it’s just you.” he says back without even looking at you. “there’s something about you that’s strangely comforting. it’s like you bring a sense of calmness in the storm. you always know the answer” you prodded. his cheeks flushed ever so slightly while glancing in your direction, “i don’t know about that” he mumbled, trying not to show he cares. a lot of people have depended on him. he doesn’t want the life of another person to be on his hands. the guilt of his job still weighed on his shoulders, even in the borderland. he didn’t want to care. “i mean it.” leaning closer to him as you interrupted his thoughts “you have this aura that draws me in, it’s like youre a mystery waiting to be unraveled, and i just can’t help but want to know more..” his eyes met yours, there was an intensity that rivaled yours. he didn’t want to care. he needed to focus on saving his own life. not someone else’s too. “you’re quite the enigma yourself y/n.” his face softened though still no expression. the air around you felt charged, like a balloon waiting to be pooped. footsteps could be heard again and this time it’s a male that approaches the biscuits. he picked out a black one and headed out. “the vanilla ones are so much better.” you mumble, “that’s what i’ve been trying to tell everyone. no one listens to me.” he puffed his lips out visibly upset that no one else enjoy the vanilla ones like he does. you just looked at him, confused as to why THIS was what he a a visible reaction to, not what you said previously. he looked back at you and his face returned to emotionless as he stood up. he looked down at you and couldn’t help but notice how weak you look underneath him. maybe he does care. he offered a hand and helped you up. “thanks chishiya.” you smiled. “that’s the hand you licked by the way.” he replied almost smiling. “EW you’re so mean.” you crossed your arms. “what do you mean? it YOUR spit on my hand.” he laughed. you stopped laughing immediately. “chishiya. did you just laugh?” his face fell as he turned and started walking. “HAHAHAH I MADE YOU LAUGH!!! i knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me” you mocked. catching up to him and pushing his back slightly. “shut up.” he held back another smile as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!! im high as balls so if this sucks don’t get mad pls thank u enjoy the rest of your day/night

[tired-of-being-nice]

the american dream is killing me - masterlist

character intro post is here, but i'm just gonna paste the same information into this lmao

basic worldbuilding summary: Generic Corporate Dystopia Hellworld. characters live in a massive builtup urban sprawl with different sectors more or less owned by various companies. you get basically one choice in life and it's choosing who to sell your soul to. some of these places are worse than others... or at least bad in more interesting ways

title is a placeholder (unless i end up liking it)- it's a reference to the green day song of the same name :)

rest of the info is under the cut!

milo - they/them

the unfortunate protagonist (?). coren's childhood best friend. tried to go undercover with them to find a way to break out of the system but ended up getting sucked in and is now firmly trapped, being slowly ground down by monotony and loneliness. strength: resilience, for better or for worse. weakness: has not slept in like a week.

coren - they/it

milo's childhood best friend! was determined to find a way to rebel and get free. unfortunately the company they chose to go undercover at was doing some interesting experiments and they happened to present an excellent target for guinea pig. they are essentially brainwashed, although it's mostly a matter of induced amnesia and has to be reinforced regularly. they work in employee retention, aka "chasing down anyone who tries to escape and dragging them back". they think this is very fun and they're having a great time :) as long as they can't feel pain. strength: resistance to any level of violence. weakness: crumbles when treated with any kind of gentleness.

ray - he/she

works for the same place milo does. never had any aspirations to get crushed, really, so she's doing just fine. never had any heart to get broken or any willpower to get crushed, so he hasn't lost anything. she has put everything into being the best she can possibly be in hopes of attaining a reward. what the reward is he doesn't know. strength: secret talent for piano. weakness: touch starvation and protestant guilt.

chronological story (with numbers indicating order of writing, and emojis indicating pov! 💚 is milo, 💙 is coren, 💛 is ray. stories connected by commas are directly following each other)

flashback/backstory:

💚 first meeting (#16)

💚 blood-stained tiles (#6, day 14 of febuwhump), who did this to you (#7, day 15), & came back wrong (#8, day 16)

💚💙💛 breaking point (#19)

arc 1 (everyone is being miserable on their own)

💚 man vs. society (#11, conflict whump challenge)

💛 convenience store loneliness (#25, whumptober 11)

💛 panic attack (#21, whumptober day 1)

💚 please tell me someday i'll at least be able to sleep (#23, whumptober 8)

💛 shivering (#28, whumptober 27)

💛 waiting for the bus (#20)

💚 helpless (#1, day 1 of febuwhump)

💙 solitary confinement (#2, day 2)

💙 obedience (#3, day 4)

💙 hide and seek (#4, day 7)

💙 semi-conscious (#5, day 12)

💙 too weak to move (#9, day 18,) & please don't (#10, day 19)

turning point

💙 weapon (#12)

💙 "because i care about you" (#13, day 24)

💛 "help them" (#14, day 26)

💚 not allowed to die (#15, day 29)

💙 rude awakening (#17)

💙 the sound (#18)

arc 2 (the consequences of their actions)

💙 starvation (#26, whumptober 12)

💙 "it's not my blood" (#22, whumptober 6)

💙 "i can't think straight" (#24, whumptober 10)

💙 performance review (#27, whumptober 15)

💛 "who said you could rest?" (#29, whumptober 29)

💙 asking for help (#30, whumptober 31)

[melishatweedy]

MISTAH TWEEDEH!: A life he wished for but didn’t get:

Willard Tweedy, a simple man, a farm, a wife, a brew and a shotgun.

Little is really said in the books about his life. However his family have been chicken farmers for generations - as we see in the film and the books - and he wants to continue egg farming, it’s all he’s ever known. We see in Mrs Tweedy’s Chicken Pies for the Soul that his uncle was killed by a chicken, which is his first glimpse of knowing the chickens are more than just “stupid creatures”. I feel like this is his only real “smart” moment. He built a fucking pie machine and didn’t know what it was. Like mate.. name’s on the boxes surely..

He’s clearly in love with Melisha, we see it in their wedding photo, the way he speaks to her, the way he questions his own sanity for her. Man’s devoted and I don’t blame him lol. There’s the slight emotional abuse with the name calling, but I absolutely hate it when they say she’s physically abusive etc.. She’s not. Yes she kicked his arse but she’s not physically abusive. Also, there’s hints that there’s still that spark between them, and I stand by my point that they were in love at one point, and they married for love (and a business prospect). (I also love the theory of the him being her beard.)

He’s clearly the comic relief of the first film, similar to Dr Fry in the second. However he’s not just the poor little abused husband people make him out to be. He’s in fact worse than Melisha to the chickens. You see him kicking and throwing ginger into “solitary confinement”, which in the real world a chicken would last mear hours -if that- before dying. He also picks them up by the neck, whereas we see Melisha (apart from handling Edwina, but she was about to be killed) picking them up by their bodies (CR:DOTN). No wonder they’re not laying eggs, they’re being handled in such ways! ALSO HE PUT A LIVE CHICKEN IN THE PIE MACHINE BOY I SWEAR TO GOD-

Anyway, my conclusion: he comes from a poor background, a farmers background and that’s all he knows, it’s all he’s ever known. He’s just as bad as Melisha when it comes to the chickens. He’s most likely seen how his father and grandfather treated the chickens and carried it on. Learnt behaviour. They’re both as bad as each other but he’s maaainly the reason the chickens aren’t laying any eggs. My theory is that after their divorce he remained in Yorkshire but moved away, has a little flat and is a farmhand on another farm, as it’s probably all he has experience wise. Hope your little flat is cosy, king!

[maneaterwithtail]

> en existing as is was honestly one of the most fucked up things I've ever seen, exactly as you described it. The diamonds absolutely deserved punishment for that, I was REALLY surprised that after everything....they all just....got off Scott free.

Uhm When Rose did *frivolous things out of line* they slapped her in solitary confinement and she had barely any institutional authority outside her court which was the nicest to be in (millenia later even her worst victims MISS her she was that pleasant and caring to them)

Here is the thing the legend of Rose Quartz, born out of the ground morally perfect pure and unguilty of any sin, was always bullshit

Pink Diamond is the sad reality to any revolution or reform. As much dilettantes or the ambitious or the "just always going to be dissatisfied" are the members motivated as much by selfishness as to filthy virtue performing strategic nasty compromises for a victory that is NEVER perfect, whole, and cannot end with all your enemies forever vanquished with no negative side-effect or compromise.

They DID the Breaking Point strategy, even MORE perfect than Bismuth could hope to pull off. It resulted in mass corruption or shattering!

Rose's intention was first just to "inhibit the colonization" THAT WAS IT. THEN she ran into goal creep. And it was clear the Diamonds weren't going to let her fail and she did NOT want to go back

Again throwing a party with too many organics got **her** visible likable princess of the Authority solitary confinement, psychic torment by Blue, and mixed with what White did to her first pearl.

Like holy shit!

What would happen if they found out she'd publicly left an independent colony OR rebel planet complete with gem tech and heretical thinkers free to act

and when, not IF White and the gang found out she STARTED the thing performing sabotage to their own colony efforts? YIKES!!!

White was willing to bleach Yellow and Blue for just demanding to talk to them and reconsider their way of life. These were the competent ESSENTIAL true believers! Pink was traumatized and terrified and SICKENED at the idea of going back.

She wasn't a mastermind! She's what Ainz Gooal PRETENDS to be! Someone with some genius and skill caught up with no clue what she's actually supposed to do or what the right thing is off the bat (not bad for spoiled nazi princess literally defying her people to even take up arms out of sheer empathy. That's more than I done for Uyghur in China or any Ukrainian)

who doesn't want to kill her family and just wants some room to fucking breath. She renounced name, title, most of her god damn wealth to live below third world poverty swamp life. So selfish

That she had access to a spaceship and never willingly left earth staying to fix her mess and shepherd humanity to the late 20th century while carrying a heaping load of suicidal tendencies and issues and self loathing? Speaks to greater character than most of her critics.

The Gem Empire consists of as many potential crystal gems and even the Diamonds who CAN be turned around. And that was Essential to put an end to the war.

THE CRYSTAL GEMS CANNOT WIN. Loaded with all the cheats for the most minimal of goals possible, write off a lost unproductive resource extraction territory they no real plans to settle, with a bunch of deviants who don't want to do their jobs anyway, they lost at the first FAKE assassination of a high level gem!

A few hundred assassinations, IF POSSIBLE, wasn't going to change that if two lapis lazuli who wanted to kick ass dropped on Earth in retaliation let alone three goddamn diamonds.

Make no mistake Rose is a disappointment compared to her legend. But that doesn't make her a bad person.

Or well unforgivable

So are most heroes

[glasratz]

I just finished reading Anselm von Feuerbach's early 19th century account of remarkable crimes (and just realizing that those 500+ pages were actually just volume one) and this reminds me of one of the cases described there.

A miller's wife went to the local court reporting that her husband made off with a significant portion of the family fortune. This is recorded, but nothing can be really done about it. Soon after, rumours spread that the husband was actually murdered and is buried on his property.

So the court starts an investigation, which goes nowhere. Again rumours come up that the family of the missing miller has bribed the local judge.

Years later, the Bavarian state starts persecution said judge for several unrelated accounts of corruption. During this investigation, the court archives burn down. As the damage is assessed, the unfinished case of the missing miller gets discovered and reopended.

It quickly comes to light, that one of the miller's sons has paid a day labourer and his wife to assist him in killing his father. The body is found.

Now, here it gets horrible:

Before the whole thing happened, the court has gotten complaints about the miller for years. His wife and son had tried to throw him out of the house several times. They complained about his constant violence and how he wasted the family's money on alcohol, gambling and prostitutes.

The court wanted to hear nothing of this and forced the family to take the father back as "head of the household", since this was his god-given right.

This had made the situation worse. The older son realized that now his father was simply going to throw him out, as was his legal right to do. But that young man was the only one physically strong enough to keep his father from abusing the other siblings. It is also well recorded that the mother was once beaten that severely, that she suffered permanent brain damage.

This was, when the plot to kill the father was made.

The story did not end well. The mother, one of the daughters and the labourer's wife were sentenced to long prison sentences. They did not appeal the ruling, because they hoped to be pardoned by the king. They weren't.

For the labourer and the son, the death penalty was out of the question since it couldn't be determined which wound actually killed the father - just one of the quirks of the law back then.

However, in the eyes of the court, the crimes of killing ones own father and in the case of the labourer, killing for money, were so severe that life in prison wasn't enough: Both were permanently forged into chains, paraded through the town, put on public display with signs around their necks and finally put in permanent solitary confinement.

I can't determine whether von Feuerbach thinks this judgment was justified. He just indicates that it was generally lawful. He also doesn't give a clear indication why he included this case in his collection, but he doesn't always do that.

To me, von Feuerbach seems like a reasonable man. He shows compassion as well as reason. He does believe that there are "born criminals", but much more often explains how someone was driven into crime by circumstance and poverty.

So I'd like to think that von Feuerbach saw the problem here. Maybe he though that the main fault was on the local judges side, for not acting against the miller. But I can't say for sure.

i fucking hate it when a movie or a tv show does some shit where a character has a shitty dad and another character tells them to forgive him because. "it's your dad". that means nothing. more people should be killing their fathers.

[soaplett]

unfinished ramble upcoming

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I hope no one reads this—bro, I love Misa because of how cute her style is, but I’ve always found her insufferable. Her personality is so aloof to the literal massacres she’s involved in and to the disdain directed at her, which is what makes her so one-dimensional. There is no central character in the series who has a more well rounded personality than Light and arguably he is the most dislikeable (Yotsuba Kira aside) Mellow reaches his end just to overcome his and Near's shortcomings to surpass L and end the investigation- their failings are what make them worth caring for.

Misa, however, is denied any of these redeeming qualities. She quarters her life without a second thought, completely dismissive of the rejection she faces from the man who’s driven her to the brink of sanity. She asks repeatedly to be killed and even attempts suicide by biting her tongue just to be released from solitary confinement, only for Light to turn to the investigatory team and tell them he feels apathetically towards her, she pouts and it's the end of it- where was the woman who turned to Light threatening to kill all the women he was going to pretend to date?

As the main female character, the one we see more than any other woman in the series, it’s hard not to wish she had the same conniving nature we see glimpses of—or at least the cognitive sharpness of someone like Yagami or even Matsuda (I hate his ass).

Oleander’s take on her hits the mark, though: the idea that Misa isn’t intellectually sharp but is deeply emotionally intelligent makes her such a richer character to think about. Without a doubt a random woman who has found one of the smartest men within Japan via the eyes and then ends up also being unnaturally perceptive and smart would make the entire show insufferable, to some extent i would say maybe she is put in there almost as a self insert character along with Matsuda for those who are watching making it so they write up some alternate plot diverging from what Ohba & Obata have written but fostering that in the form of crude characters is to me a cop out. i think grief tends to be the strongest motivator for those who invested in any art form, her untimely death due to the Kira in the Yotsuba group due to Light's lapse in judgement? She's unaffected so her grief which remains minimal is unimpressionable to the audience.

Now to Oleander (this is where things get dark)

In this rendition her character integrity isn't compromised- she's still a woman of average IQ but this not at all a failing of her character, she's no longer a woman lacking agency but her depraved hunger for love and affection is rattling. When i began reading i didn't feel particularly remorseful to the fact she was a pawn manipulated via her intense desire to be loved, infact seeing her be comforted by Ryusaki and seeing him find reassurance for being more than a mind to someone made my heart swell- he was walking a line that became more and more precarious and in that he became more and more human. Finding comfort in Misa and giving her in turn the love she deserved.

And so watching her undoing in such a grotesque manner was the last thing i expected.

In the spin off she is rightly labeled as having borderline personality disorder and from the way she acts in the show and in the retelling i find that it falls into the cluster A group (i don't like playing arm-chair psychiatrist but i also have BPD but i fall into the cluster B when considering the three groups). Now that aside, her neurotic obsessive behaviour is picked up by L as he talks to Aiber in the ways he might be able to use her instability to foster a romantic connection between him and Misa so he can come closer to understanding or revealing Light & Misa's true identities all the while being able to put a wedge between her and Light's relationship, ostracising him from a possible right hand woman. Now as expected things fair well for Ruyzaki, he gets the girl- albeit her getting on her knees and taking him by the mouth in the work kitchen only for him to then finish while the rest of the taskforce watch in horror- causes him to lose his team, the one thing she identified as keeping her and L from being together. Her behaviour is expressed in a more conniving way. she even states after her bout of hysteria when she is temporarily abandoned by L that she'll do anything, what has she done wrong only to sit in his lap while he consoles her to tell him she knows what he's trying to do to her, she knows he's playing mindgames she knows to an extent he doesn't love her but he plays his role the best and to keep at it if her wants her complying

Anyway, oleander’s take of her being just as lacking when it comes to cognitive skills but being deeply emotionally intelligent makes her so much more of an intriguing character to read about. Breaks my heart knowing that despite everything she’s done or will ever do there self preservation will be the last thing in her mind- especially where she lets herself be chained for Ryusaki’s sexual gratification despite it reminding her of the 50 days they had her locked up in solitary confinement. Knowing underneath that pillowcase she was crying, and that the memory would haunt her through it. Just for her to then say i’m sorry in case he didn’t enjoy it enough. "we can do it again, misa can do anything for the one she loves" her face still marred with tears

It’s written in such a way i can’t help but hate and love the characters, ryuzaki’s transformation from being someone who gives to allowing himself to take, to let his desires begin taking root despite then being "corrupted" by everything that couldn’t be considered sane.

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was Yagami a catalyst? is L's behaviour meant to be a mirror of one of the known actions people tend to take after being assaulted? Hypersexualizing themselves, creating a neural connection destructive in nature as a coping mechanism?

Maybe i'm reading too into it- all i know is this author deserves a (whatever award authors can get)

[dzpenumbra]

8/20/23

Ugh, it rained all day again today. So much damn rain this year, it's crazy. I was really hoping it would clear up, I really wanted to go skating.

I did my laundry today and washed the painted jeans and the cargo shorts with the deer on them. I seem to be all about leaps of faith lately. I put them both in pillowcases and turned them inside out to reduce abrasion. The shorts came out pristine. The jeans... they came out of the pillowcase in the dryer. And they took some wear and tear damage at the top 2 sections of the celtic knot. It's not bad, it just looks like a normal kinda faded t-shirt design. It actually looks much more natural, like it's part of the jeans rather than on top of them. But... with that lesson learned... I think I'm just going air dry them from now on. The wash seemed to go fine for them, the dryer kinda fucked it... so... I'm just not going to take the risk. It shouldn't be a big deal to just hang them to dry overnight. If the washing machine ends up causing problems, I'll just handwash them in the bathtub.

Handwashing in the bathtub, another spring/summer 2019 memory... -_- I got back to my house after having the counseling center convince me to go to a state mental health retreat for two weeks in the winter, and fucking mice nested in my stove and washing machine. They were shot. So... I didn't have a stove or washing machine anymore. So I managed to get a toaster oven from my mom's basement and used that and the electric burners on the stove for cooking, and I handwashed all my clothes in the bathtub for 4 months.

Why didn't I tell my landlord and have them replace it? 1. PTSD shut me down. 2. related to 1... it was "technically my fault". So... the combination of those. I've struggled with that for a long time. My landlords were nice and they would've gladly replaced it, I was just convinced that... they were going to think I was trashing the place... or a bad tenant... or I would have to explain where I was and why it was so neglected... and I was convinced they were going to get mad at me and evict me and my pets. And we had nowhere to go. So... yeah, that deep deep fear just crippled me and I never told them and ended up having my mom insist on replacing them for me after like 4-6 months.

So... no stranger to handwashing, that's what that story is about.

Other than laundry, today was not crazy eventful. The chick who does cosplay and engineering and all that followed me back and liked some of my posts. I messaged her the picture of the poster she gave me when I visited her on the road trip. She messaged me back late tonight a big all-caps "HIIII <3". It brought a smile to my face. It's just... very alien to me how different others' lives are. She's probably out with friends on a Saturday night and checking her DMs in passing. My life is just... stillness and openness and solitude, and if someone reaches out to me (which is exceedingly rare), it immediately gets my full attention. It's very different, and that takes a lot of intention for me to remember. And weirdly, it doesn't seem like others have that in mind.

A lot of people from my past have looked at the emptiness and silence in my life with envy. As though they would look at someone in solitary confinement in a prison or a Carthusian monk and just ooze with fucking envy. The grass is always greener, eh? Well... take a week and try it. Fuck, take 2 goddamn days and try it. Take one weekend, go to a shack in the woods with no electricity and no people, nothing but silence and you... for 48 hours. Every single person that has looked at me with envy... they would be clawing at the walls after 4 hours. Because they are envious of something they have never known. They just desire something different, they don't even know what this life is even like!

I, however... I do know what their life is like, because I had visited it quite a bit. And I somewhat envy them... and somewhat don't. It's a balanced picture, and it's simply a different life. But yeah, it's just a weird thing that I notice the more I kinda dip my feet back into the social pool... how goddamn different every other person's life is compared to me. How strange I am.

So... I have a strange upbringing, I am a strange person, I live a strange life, I think in strange ways, I express myself in strange ways ... Why the fuck do all these people think I should be in a "normal" career? It's so odd.

Nope, not doing career shit tonight. XD I overdid it on that last night.

The only other thing I did today was throw together an imgur album of one of my art pieces and posted the link on two subreddits. Not a lot happened with it. Lots of views on imgur, but not a lot of traction on reddit.

I don't mind blogging, as you can clearly tell. I don't mind doing video projects... but it does feel very odd when your video is really intended to be in an art gallery setting... and you just give it away for free to people on fucking Instagram next to an ad for some guy trying to sell you on his fitness program. It sometimes feels trashy, it sometimes feels... like selling myself short? But I honestly don't know where else to put it or what else to do with it. And it is really devastating to have like 2-3 months of daily work with almost no days off... turn into a half-dozen likes, a few of them probably not even finishing the 10 minute video. It's hard.

I know the answer to this is... go make in-person connections. That's the one thing I had on my agenda that I didn't get to today - messaging the guy from the art collective. The drawing session is on Wednesday. I've gotta make sure I have an unlined sketchbook that isn't completely spoken for to use.

So yeah, I kinda was in this mentality where I was like... "maybe if I just post the same piece on different social media sites... I'll see that my problem isn't that my work isn't engaging people... it's that I'm just not active on social media at all." I became a social media ghost for fucking years. ... Despite leaving very clear and elaborate messages on my social media saying I was leaving and "here's where you can reach me" and leaving my new usernames and my phone number and shit... ... Yeah, depressing-ass shit.

I guess it just takes a lot to fucking impress people nowadays. I don't know. Or I'm just around the wrong people, I don't know. I'm a little worried with how tough the cost of living is around here that no one I meet will be able to afford the shit I make. Like... I'm specifically doing things handmade, with natural products as much as possible, even making my own inks and paints and tools sometimes. That comes at a premium. I'm not just making an AI generated design and feeding it to a print factory in China and having that shit shipped to me. I'm building my own pen, brewing my own ink and straining and pressing paper out of wood pulp. (Not literally, though I've absolutely entertained the idea and it might be a future project, I have a book on how to do all of that...)

Isn't it weird? How if I were to cut as many corners as possible and make 1000 identical pieces that my hands never even touched... I would be considered a professional artist. But if I craft my own tools and bleed and sweat into my pieces... I'm considered a "hobbyist"?

Oh yeah, I remember, I don't want to talk about work stuff because I remember re-reading the first few paragraphs of my post last night and audibly laughing and going "wow, a bit grumpy tonight are we?" XD

Okay, well... here's something of note. I dusted off my old Imgur that I haven't used since the peak of the pandemic. There were two albums on it. One was a gallery of my two pets who are no longer with us - my dog Cerry and my cat Maxine. There was a picture of my dog sitting patiently and a little confused with my hoodie on and the hood up over her head, and her front paws through the arms. She looked cool as hell. And it's the same hoodie that I ended up painting! And the video was my cat sitting on the bathroom counter at the old house looking at me filming her and very gently and softly chirping at me and purring very loud. And... it didn't hurt. It hurts now, that hollow feeling in my chest, that grief feeling. But when I stumbled across them, it didn't pain me. I was happy to be with them again. And it was nice. It was kind of a haunting nice, but it was nice. Less like running into a ghost in a haunted house and more like chillin with Force Ghost Obi-Wan on Dagoba. I miss them both so much, my life is so much different without them.

The other album was a photo set of the first hike my dog and I went on after the pandemic started. It was in May 2020, right after the snow thawed. It was really nostalgic, I remember that hike very clearly. I forgot I posted all of those.

I haven't played the social media game... in ages. And by social media game, I mean... regular status updates, keeping people informed of where I'm at and what I'm doing... posting selfies... The last selfie I took... okay, this is gonna be dark. The last selfie I took was the exact moment that I made the decision to put my dog down, because it felt like one of the biggest moments of my life and I wanted to capture the facial expression of someone who just made an impossible decision, in case I needed it for a future art project. It's... haunting, I can't bring myself to look at it. But before that... the last selfie I took was probably 2020 for my dating profile, I just needed a more up-to-date picture.

I have been out of the social media game/habit since around 2016-17. It just hasn't been part of my life. I haven't had an active social media account that is my fucking birthname... since then. So... it's really no surprise to me that my entire life went completely downhill not just when I got in that relationship and that consoling center got their hands on me... but when I got off of social media and the internet junkie populace decreed me digitally deceased.

It was interesting to look back and see how there were moments when I really did try to re-enter digital social circles. And just fell flat. People just... didn't care, I was just another thing to scroll past. So I didn't bother continuing to put the effort into that, I'd rather put that time and effort into work and learning new skills anyway. I'd much rather share those experiences in-person anyway.

So yeah... I'm not super talkative today. I got it all out in my novel last night. The big theme of the day was trying to be a bit more brave on social media. Trying to face my past traumas with that. And opening my eyes to how different the rest of the world's lives are. And... seeing that not all of Reddit is bad... and surprisingly... a huge chunk of the toxicity and scary shit I have been encountering was just condensed in local subreddits... scary shit like... wanting to make it mandatory to inject homeless drug addicts with a medication that makes you ill when you do opiates for like 30 days? Without their consent? Like... mandatory... non-consensual... medical procedures? And I'm not really a fan of the crime shit going down here either, but like... I'm definitely gonna draw the line short of mandatory medical procedures, that... That's fucked.

I might as well vent about this. Yes, crime and drugs are directly correlated. Yes, even doing certain drugs in public is criminal. But the act of getting high is not directly tied to committing crime, it's correlated. Correlation does not equal causation. So... if you want to stop homeless people from jacking off in your driveway or leaving needles all over the place... bust them in the act of committing a crime. That's all you can do. You can absolutely enforce crimes. Crimes are enforceable regardless of who the fuck you are or whether you are high or not. Regardless of whether you are someone who works on Wall Street or someone who works at McDonalds or someone who lives by the dumpster behind that McDonalds... if you're jacking off in someone's driveway, you should go to jail and be seen by a mental health clinician. But, from what I've been hearing, the cops just don't respond to non-violent crimes anymore. So... they just do whatever they want. The panicked general populace, completely at the whim of this, is now saying... "well, if we get them off the drugs, they'll stop committing all this crime". Which... is a false equivalence, to be honest. A vast majority (I'd honestly say nearly all) of these situations are people with mental health problems that are not being treated, and drugs are definitely not making it better... but it's a stretch to say they're causing the crimes. So... they think that if you go and round up all the drug-using homeless and throw them in a pen and inject them with a drug that makes them physically ill if they get high within 30 days... while they violently detox in the streets without medical supervision... they think this is going to make the crime rate go down?...

There are not easy solutions to any of these problems, because... you know... these are human beings... with stories. And every single one needs something different to make things right in their life, because they're people. This isn't "what chemical do we use for the fruitfly infestation in our house". And it really kinda sickens me to hear people talk that way. Even if these people have turned into pieces of shit, they're still people. So yeah. My heart sinks every time I see this.

Here's a weird thought. When's the last time we've referred to any species of living being as "inhumane"... that wasn't human. How much fucking hubris can you have as a species to name the act of being fair and just and civilized after yourself... and then unfurl the toilet roll sized list of the biggest inhumane offenders... and they're all human. XD Ugh, we're such weird, weird apes.

So yeah, basically... I realized that my stigma of reddit came from reading the wrong subreddits, local subreddits because I had the intention of trying to meet people locally that way. And there are actually a lot of chill people and a lot of small communities where it's somewhat easy to meet people with similar interests. And it's not a bad place for me to be, both personally and professionally. As long as I keep myself away from... those people.

Yep, anyway, I'm gonna go now. Fingers crossed the weather clears up for skating tomorrow!

[thrandilf]

Been thinking about Aaravos as usual and sensing his story may very well be a tragedy just because. From his point of view,

Dragon Prince is about breaking cycles and starting anew, but Aaravos has no chance of that. He’s witnessed every horrible thing in history from the destruction of Elarion to the present, and judging by his ability to predict the ways of the Sunfire Elves, nothing has really changed. Like, yes in S4 things are changing, and there are people who want to put themselves out there and mend things, but Aaravos doesn’t see that. Even if he did it may be too little too late

All he knows is centuries of injustices and it’s been compounded over 300 years of solitary confinement. Remembering. Rethinking. Over and over with no new information. He’s had no closure for anything he’s ever seen (although he does appreciate Avizandum being taken out, though it doesn’t change anything for him) and I think that the prospect of vengeance is all thats kept him from completely losing it

I think his original plan was to pit the dragons against each other. To him, they had all proven to be unreasonable, arrogant, and cruel. They could have killed each other over the struggle for power. Given the tempers of some of them, it wouldn’t have been that hard to just let the conflict spiral. Aaravos would appear innocent, still beloved, a natural choice for the next leader of Xadia in light of the tragic end of the dragons. Aaravos wants to be worshipped, Aaravos thinks he knows best, and this would be a way to do it without ever getting his hands dirty. To him, this would benefit everyone if he ran the world based off his ideals

Queen Aditi ruined this plan by stepping in and finding a peaceful solution the dragons would accept, so Aaravos took her out.

I should make it clear that yes, I do think that this makes him a villain/at best an anti-hero (and he’s my favorite character so I’m not here to bash) but now we’re faced with the Now What once he’s set free and like.

I don’t think he has a choice but to continue his conquest. If he can’t take the world by sitting innocently in the shadows, brute force it is. Even if he could heal, could forgive, could want to move on, could surrender and just ask “what can I do as long as it’s anything other than sitting in solitary” no one would let him. He’s keeping the cycle spinning because he’s so deep in it that he’s dragging anyone else he possibly can in with him, and if they listen to him as Claudia does, his accounts of history aren’t wrong.

Aaravos was imprisoned with the intention of letting him eventually die in there, sealed away forever. It’s the world’s most drawn out execution, and this is the way it was done because no one had the ability to directly confront him. He did terrible things which broke people’s trust in him forever. He’s been punished for them, but is there any end to it? How many years should have been enough? Is killing him the only answer? But he can’t be expected to just lay down his life after what he already feels was an unjust punishment.

Once he’s free, there’s nothing he could say or do to convince the elves and dragons that he just wants to live in peace, if he wished. There’s no way to be trustworthy or to redeem himself. He’s not allowed a change of heart even if he wanted it. He’s been branded an evil person and condemned until he dies. What else is he supposed to do but live it, or go into hiding? Why would he shut himself away when he thinks he’s right and thinks it’s up to him to fix the world?

It’s like when Claudia brought Viren back and Viren wanted to spend the rest of his days in peace, and she wouldn’t let him. She won’t let go.

Both Viren and Aaravos are so deeply intwined in this that even if they wanted to, they couldn’t get out (although Viren has more hope to than Aaravos does) It would be up to them to accept imprisonments/execution/ect if society agrees that what they’ve done is unforgivable, and so Viren is seeking Aaravos out of survival, and Aaravos will do whatever it is he’s been planning for years because it’s all he has left, and so despite the protagonist’s efforts to make peace, it’s not gonna happen

The change in the way Queen Janai handles justice makes me wonder if there is future hope/atonement for either of them. Perhaps they could be given a chance to help with building a better world. Perhaps they would be given a chance to break the cycle of violence. Perhaps they could do something productive with their gifts and fix things. It’s an interesting thought

[thoughtfulfangirling]

Winston did not remember Christmases, really. It had not been much of an event at the Lunar colony, and after that had fallen apart, there had been no one who might have made a deal of it with him. It seemed lovely, from the outside, the notion of love and cheer and closeness, but he had no idea what it might feel like.

Oh yay a reread! But it's been a long time! I'm happy to buckle in Woo!

This is such a heartbreakingly delightful fic! Lena being so close and yet so far from so much of her family. Except that her dad is gone. God I love how real this crowd of chaotic Oxtons feels. There's something for each to stand out, a sense of blurring figures when there aren't distinct visuals or personalities provided that really does feel like trying to talk to someone on video while celebrations are taking place, everyone moving, noises from everywhere. But of course Lena must be included.

And the way Lena is before the video starts really hammers home that no matter how nicely her place is decorated and how homely and sweet it is, she is too big for the space. Not physically big, of course, but her movements, wants, desires all strain against the confines!

The individual agonies Tracer and Winston are dealing with here are so deliciously, cruelly executed! Winston blaming himself for not getting Lena back to her family in time, happy in her despair that he gets to have it with her, while Lena put on that happy smile NOT EVEN REALIZING YET THAT WINSTON WAS WORKING ON A WAY TO GET HER OUT OF THAT ROOM! No one else gave her hope of a life that wasn't confined to that tiny space, but she made it herself while she needed it. GOD I LOVE HER

God I love this. Honestly, fantastic fic for the idea of making ones light in the darkest of times—BEING THE LIGHT in the darkest of times. That we are the promise that the days will get brighter again, because we will endure the dark ones together, with cheer. Gotta tag this for future reference for future Christmas XD

"...over the past few months, and his time in the lab had gone from just as solitary as the rest of his life to the bright spot of his life."

Oh this is so interesting to read having just recently read the fics of Winston and Angela coming together to try and find Tracer. Is this a case of an unreliable narrator? Can he not get close to Angela because he's idolized her a bit? So he never quite manages to feel close even if/when she tries to breach the gap between them? Perhaps OW kept Angela too busy. Maybe Angela has kept herself too busy as she's drowning under the weight of what it means to work for an organization that didn't care about a lost comrade until it meant they might recover a weapon-asset? WHERE'S THE IN BETWEEN FICS DOC? =P jkjk

She began to sob quietly, burying her face in her pillow, the screen dimmed to black now, the twinkling of the little lights they’d put up the only real movement.

God the part of the fic with Tracer and her family had radiated such joy and cheer that I think I forgot for a moment reading how much Lena must be aching. It's not exactly that I feel like she put on a mask for it- though I think that would be in character with her- but that in those moments she let herself feel that joy and cheer, let it fill her up and sat with it in the present. Only once she closes out does the pain that was there all along seep back into her consciousness, and Lena has to make room for that. OUCHEE

Even if he couldn’t have done, he had to admit he wasn’t working as hard as he could have, and it was right that he felt responsible for the well of grief pouring out of her.

W I N S T O N Obviously I'm prone to thinking he's being too hard on himself but ALSO YEAH HE PROBABLY DID DRAG HIS FEET. Whether or not he could have actually had her free for Christmas, he's aware of what he's doing, that he whose needs have so rarely been met put himself first at her expense? Delicious selfishness. I LOVE IT KLJDFOIEJLj

He would allow himself to enjoy this one Christmas with someone he loved, knowing that it would be his last, but he would never forget the sacrifice it took from her. He would never again let himself be so selfish as to take love, from someone who only meant to be kind, for his own ends.

W i N s T o N !!!!!!!!! lkjdfoiejfl efjko ij

Here Tracer is with hope when no one has handed it to her, and Winston's been so beaten down by his loneliness that he can't see the hope standing right in front of him that his life is about to change, and he won't be alone for Christmas ever again!

But, you wait and see, love, Christmas with me family, it’s just wonderful. Marvelous, really,”

F U C K I N G W I N S T O N !!!! He doesn't even realize that resupposition here that HE WILL BE THERE WITH HER NEXT CHRISTMAS LKJOIFJELKFJLKE

Virtually Christmas

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Winston watched as Tracer excitedly paced in her little bug jar, which she’d spent nearly the whole month trying to make into more of a home as her general condition had improved. They were spending the holiday together: It was a lack of choices on both parts, WInston supposed. He had no one, and Tracer couldn’t leave the containment. He’d been working on a prototype for a wearable accelerator–he wasn’t certain it would work, but if it did, her entire life would change–but it hadn’t yet come together. 

If he were honest with himself, he was dragging his feet a little. Tracer had become his friend, over the past few months, and his time in the lab had gone from just as solitary as the rest of his life to the bright spot of his life. He found himself spending more and more time there, and they had a lovely little Thanksgiving celebration together. She was doing so well now, months after she’d come back from the slipstream. She was alert and cheerful and constantly pressing for a window. Her cognitive tests had come back, in Tracer’s own words, ‘normal as I ever was, I suppose.’ She was still working on the PTSD from the incident, but the psychologist seemed very pleased with her progress. 

If she could have left that little room, she would be off living her life in a reasonable facsimile of normal. She had been very well liked in the air division, one of, if not the best pilot, but known mostly for her bright humor, constant patter, and the way she always shared her big box of London specialites when they came in. She’d had a girlfriend, before the slipstream incident. Tracer would have slid back into life as easily as sand through an hourglass. 

But she couldn’t leave the room, and so she was there with Winston. 

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[rommahh]

{this show was off the walls. He looked so good. And the energy was just??}

You stood uncomfortably at your flights gate with Harry. After being with Harry for five shows, your anxiety had reached a peak leaving you to be faced with one of your worst panic attacks before the St. Louis show. Harry didn’t want you to feel so much mental pressure so he suggested that you go home, he even bought you a ticket without consulting with you.

Your shoulders were tense as you stood rigid next to Harry. You were beyond upset and sad. You felt like a burden who being sent away to make everyone else feel better.

“Love, it will be ok. I’ll see you in two weeks for the Nashville show.” Harry comments watching your face scrunch up withholding the tears. “I just want you to see your therapist for a few days.”

“I don’t wanna go. It was one panic attack. Ive done fine every other night and on the bus.” You huff not making eye contact with Harry. “You’re just sending me away.”

Harry feels his heart break in two. “That’s not-“

“We are now welcoming our first class passengers.” He was cut off by the attendant. You grab your duffle on the ground, opening your phone to the electronic ticket. You moved to get in the line but Harry was quick to grab your arm to stop you. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes at the look of hurt on his face.

“You’re not even gonna say goodbye?” He whispers.

“Why should I? You said it for me when you purchased the ticket without even talking to me about it. I’ll call you when I land, I love you and goodbye.” You snatched your arm away, rushing to the slowly growing line of passengers.

Harry watched in defeat as you trudged onto the bridge that boarded onto the plane. You felt those traitorous tears push past the surface, your feet feeling like they were dragging behind you- wanting you to go back to your heart.

The entire flight home was painful. All hours spent on the flight looking lifelessly out of the window. Harry put you in first class but none of the comfortable perks could make you happy.

It was weird to walk back into your home with no one there walking in with you or even waiting for you. The house was dark and quiet and you felt scared to even be in the stupid beach side mansion all alone. Times like this made you regret moving in with Harry. This house only felt like home when he was there, any other time felt like your own personal solitary confinement.

Hey lovie, hope you’re flight went well. Having groceries delivered to the house for you. I love you and miss you. Xxx H.

You scoffed. That anger from before bubbling within you. He misses you? You left him on read, the pettiness easing the anger.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up at the small read notification under his sent message. He waited a few moments thinking maybe you just forgot to press send. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned into the next day.

You sat at the dining room table watching the waves eat up the sand and pull granules away at a time. Your laptop sat in front of you after you finished a telehealth therapy appointment. A ring sounded from the laptop signaling that someone was FaceTiming you.

Harry’s icon popped up in the corner of the screen. You hesitated before answering. You couldn’t bare to look at yourself in the camera knowing you looked a mess. Your eyes swollen from the sobbing during therapy. Harry thought you looked beautiful nonetheless.

“Good morning baby.” He broke the silence.

“Hi.” Was all you could muster. This wasn’t the two of you. You both would normally fill a space with sound and giggles and now it was just silence.

“How did you sleep?” He asks. He looked as disheveled as you. Hair messy, face red and puffy.

“Fine.” You didn’t look at him, playing with the frayed edges of your Live on Tour hoodie. Harry huffed in frustration.

“Is this how it will be from now on?” He snapped. Your head snapped up out of shock.

“You’re getting at me like somethings my fault!” You snapped back.

“Well, we didn’t leave on the right foot.”

“You sent me away!” You retaliate.

“No, I did not. You had a panic attack before I went on stage. I had to come on stage late because I was consoling you.”

You flinched at his comment and tone of voice.

“So it’s my fault? I can’t control the panic attacks. It wasn’t like I conjured one up for attention.” His lack of response broke you. “Really?”

“No, I don’t think you did it for attention but it’s a lot Y/N. I want to take you on tour with me but it’s a lot for me and you know it’s a lot for you.” He tries. His words hurt though. You’ve felt like a burden your entire life and to feel that way because of the love of your life hurts even more.

“Ok. Um, I have to go.” You choke out. Harry shakes his head, the weight of his words catching up with you.

“I didn’t mean it in that way. I love you and I only want to protect you.”

“Yeah, protect me by sending me away when things get tough. I’m sorry for being a burden Harry.” You hang up before he could get the last word in.

Harry sat on his hotel bed shocked. He doesn’t know how things escalated the way they did. He made her feel like a burden. His body racks with sobs as he thinks of how his love must be feeling.

The day of Harry’s Philly show you felt uneasy. You didn’t like not being with Harry. You got so used to your preshow rituals with him. It hurt to be left out after being so involved.

Harry felt the same way. His regret evident in the way that he couldn’t stop blowing up your phone with short apologies and messages. He woke up alone in the hotel room on the day of a show feeling like utter crap.

His stomach was in knots and his heart couldn’t stop pounding. Normally before a show you both would share a light meal and have small discussions about nothing. You both would take silly selfies together or watch tiktoks. But now it was just Harry.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, impulsively clicking your contact to face time.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” He mutters. He lets out a sigh of relief when your face reveals.

“Hi, Harry.” You murmur, your face squished into a pillow, his pillow because it smells good.

“Hi-hi baby.” He stutters fidgeting in his seat.

“What do you need?”

“I need you. You’re not a burden. I want you here, not there but here. I have a show in a few hours and all I can think about is how you’re not here with me.” He cries. You sit up in the bed, tearing up watching your boyfriend cry. His shoulders shook with the sobs that wracked through his chest.

“Harry, please breathe. Your gonna hurt yourself.” You try to calm him down but can tell it’s not working.

“Come back.” He whimpers.

“I-I think I’m going to stay home until Nashville. We both need a breather from each other and I know I need to see my psychiatrist and probably get some new anxiety medication. Which will take the two weeks to kick in you know?” You reason. Harry wiped his face of tears nodding understandingly.

“Ok. I miss you though. I fucked up horribly by making you feel less than. I know you’re not a burden and I’d do anything for you. The stress of tour is starting to weigh on me and I took it out in you when I shouldnt have. I also thought I was keeping you safe by sending you home, but I shouldn’t have done that. Because we are a team, I shouldn’t be making choices for you.”

“Thank you for apologizing. I understand why you did what you did. You were trying to protect me, I know. I love you Bubby.” Harry felt his world come back together at the nickname, a signal that you two would be alright. “You have a show in like three hours, you need to get ready. Eat some food, drink water please, and I’ll go and scroll through TikTok and send you all of my faves ok?”

“Ok. Thank you for being everything to me. I couldn’t do what I do today if I didn’t have you in my life.” Harry’s sincerity made your heart swell.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We will be alright. Now go!” You urged him to hang up the phone. He gave you one last smile before hanging up.

Watching Harry through some Instagram live wasn’t what you had planned for but it felt good to see him. He even wore the outfit you picked out with Harry lambert, the blue and pink paying homage to fine line. You’re heart gushes when he tells the crowd that he’s feeling really happy.

The next day you have another therapy appointment with your regular therapist, you even phone in Harry to join the call. You felt warm on the inside as your therapist reassured that you and Harry’s relationship was on the right path. She even said that you and Harry were meant to be together.

She didn’t have to tell Harry that for him to already know that information. I mean he had the ring sitting in his pocket to prove it.