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aziawow · 3 months ago

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now that we're here... (benny weir x f!reader) nsfw, 6.6k words

summary: in the heat of the moment, you and benny sleep together. you don't even kiss. a devilish plot (and teenage awkwardness) keeps you from talking to him about that night. the solution, however, might just be part of the very thing you're avoiding.

warnings: nsfw, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (DO NOT EVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX!!! USE A CONDOM EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!), implied reader isn't a virgin, blood, language, devil mention, implied animal abuse, death (of ocs), panic attack. if there are any other warnings please let me know so i can add

notes: no use of y/n, she/her reader, can also double as a rory x platonic!reader bc they're such besties. this fic is so fun pls give it a read!

You’re not entirely sure how it happens. Seriously. Yes, you’re super ultra mega attracted to Benny, but you never expected this to happen, especially as suddenly as it did.

You’re a planner, extremely detail oriented, and you’re almost never taken by surprise. Impulsivity isn’t you, it’s Benny. So what made you throw caution into the wind and do this?

You’re not even together; you didn’t even kiss.

Suffice to say, you’re freaking the fuck out.

***

You and Benny are chilling together, watching a movie on his bed. It’s rare for you two to be alone, but Ethan had to help his parents with whatever, Rory was doing whatever Rory does, and Sarah and Erica were having fun in town. They invited you, but with the supernatural craziness of the last few days, you just wanted a quiet night in for once.

Years of familiarity resulted in you and Benny being pretty comfortable with each other, so you were cuddled together, you mostly on top of Benny while you both made fun of the movie and stuffed your faces with popcorn.

You think it happens because you got thirsty.

One second you’re reaching across Benny to grab your drink, then another has Benny hissing through his teeth and grabbing you. He held you still, and you glanced up.

His eyes were squeezed shut, and a peculiar red flush adorned his face. His breathing was quickened, and he was practically shaking.

Startled by his behavior, you sat up, still half on his lap and completely oblivious.

“Benny, what’s wrong?” You place the back of your hand on his cheek, thinking he might have a temperature. Hot, but not feverish. You scoot forward a little to reach his forehead, and Benny gasps.

“Please,” he strains, “stop moving.”

Your eyebrows knit together. He was making no sense. “What…”

Then, you feel it.

Your leg was brushing against his very prominent, very hard, erection.

“Oh,” you gulp.

Benny’s eyes spring open, his mouth starts to move, but he can’t seem to say anything. You know he’d try to shrug this off, tell you it’ll go away, and apologize to lessen the sheer awkwardness of the moment.

You don’t want him to.

His lips are parted, panting quietly, face blushing the prettiest red you’ve ever seen, skin sheening with sweat, and his eyes? One part horrified and the other completely and utterly aroused.

You really don’t want to waste this moment.

Without thinking, you place a hand on his upper thigh. Firm enough to not get lost in translation but gentle so he could brush you away if he didn’t want this after all.

Your eyes meet, confusion and hope and desperation swimming in his. Slowly, you slide your hand upward, waiting for him to swat you away.

He doesn’t.

When you reach his front, you apply pressure and palm him through his pants.

Benny groans delectably, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You can feel yourself get wet at his reaction, the burn between your legs throbbing as the seconds pass. The fact that one little touch from you elicits a response like this makes your veins rush with power.

Then, he moans your name.

You’re done playing. You unzip his jeans and push them down. Benny, who has all but collapsed on his pillows, eagerly helps you slip the rest of it off.

You climb on him again, fully this time, and take him into your hands. You pump him a few times, having to wet your hands with your spit. He’s shaking under you, making these small pathetic noises that have you grinding on his thigh.

He’s lasting for a lot longer than you expect a teenage boy to, especially a virgin.

Benny surprises you yet again by sitting up abruptly, and you let him go. He takes his shirt off, and when it’s discarded somewhere on his messy floor, he presses your foreheads together, mouths breathing into each other but not quite touching.

His hands play with the hem of your shirt.

“Benny,” you moan, when his fingers disappear under the fabric and press against your hot skin.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, throat raspy and deep. You nod at him, and your top joins his on the floor before you can blink.

Your hands roam each other’s bodies, just feeling and squeezing. Benny nuzzles your neck and collarbones, pressing kisses and leaving nips here and there. You grip his hair and pull, feeling the whine of pleasure Benny lets out against your skin.

After a few moments of this, you realize Benny is nearly naked, and you still have your pants on. You pull away from him and sit up higher on your knees. When Benny realizes your next course of action, he wastes no time in helping you rid yourself from your pants, and when they’re gone, he grabs a handful of your ass and blinks up at you, wide and ready.

You reach behind your back and unhook your bra, peeling it off slowly, almost painfully so, for Benny. You toss it aside, and all he can do is stare.

You reach for his hands and place them on your breasts. When he starts to feel you up and squeeze, you throw your head back and keen at the sensation.

“Fuck,” you gasp. You look down at Benny, and he’s peering up at you through his dark lashes with nothing but want behind his eyes. Instinctively, you pull his head to your chest, and your pleasure multiplies when Benny immediately starts licking and sucking and kissing you all over.

Your legs are delightfully weak at this point, so you push Benny back down on the sheets and fall on top of him. You’re still touching each other and it feels like he’s become a second skin. You hardly register his hand going further down until it rests on your lower abdomen, toying with your panty line.

“Can I touch you?” he all but pleads, and who were you to deny him?

You’re nearly sobbing when he slips his fingers into your folds, feeling the wetness he caused. You can tell he’s trying to finger your clit, so you decide to be a good partner and guide him to its location. You shudder when he finally finds it on his own and begins to rub, the friction nearly too much for you.

You’re kissing and biting his skin, one hand gripping his sheets and the other skimming along his chest, your nails scratching and digging into him. You grind back on his hand, so he picks up the pace and you know right then you’re about to cum.

“Benny,” you warn. “Benny, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, and you cry into his neck when you orgasm on his fingers.

You both lay there panting, but you have no time to bask in the afterglow when you remember he hasn’t came yet.

You get on your hands and knees above Benny, and you lower your face to his, still not touching except your hair brushing his.

“Do you want me?” you ask. You want him. You want him so bad you don’t know what you’d do if he said no.

He nods, and your heart flutters.

“No,” you whisper. “I need to hear you say it.”

He nods again. “Yes. Yes I do. Please,” he begs. He starts to babble his affirmation and continues to do so when you get your underwear and his boxers off. You grip him and slick his head up with your juices, and when you finally sink down, Benny shuts up and you both sigh as you seat him fully inside you.

You start to rock, fucking yourself with his cock and feeling so, so good. Benny’s hands find your hips and together, you find a pace as you ride him. Your hands are on his chest as you slide up and down on him. He begins to feel you again, your torso, your breasts, shoulders, and hair. You don’t want him to stop exactly, because it makes the pleasure increase tenfold, but you’re in control, and it's so hot when Benny does what you want.

You grab his wrist and pin them on either side of his head, and the flash of lust in his eyes as you do so makes you smirk.

You keep holding him down as you pump in and out of him, as you rock against him, but after a while your legs begin to ache. Benny, feeling you slow down, takes the reins.

You let him go, and he wraps an arm around your body, pulling you down flush against him. The other hand weaves through your hair, angling your head once more into the crook of his neck. Holding you tight, he fucks up into you, and you feel something you never have before.

For a virgin, he’s a natural at this. Your bodies know what they want and how to get it, the carnal desire guiding you the whole way. You can feel him pulse inside you, and you know you’re both about to cum when his thrusts grow quicker.

“Benny,” you moan into his ear, and that’s all it takes. His motions get sloppier as he climaxes, but you don’t care because you’re in the middle of coming yourself.

You’re laying there, trying to catch your breath and clinging together tightly. He’s practically hugging you, and you're running your fingers through his hair.

You know you can’t stay like this forever, so you pull off of him, both of you wincing as you do so. You want to find your clothes and dash, but your legs wobble and you fall back down on him.

You expected Benny to crack a joke like he always does, but when you turn around, he has an arm thrown over his eyes. His chest rises and falls quickly, and you wonder if you should risk it and leave after all.

But then, Benny wraps an arm around you, much gentler this time. “Good night,” he says softly, and he’s out.

You’re actually grateful Benny doesn’t seem to be aware of aftercare, because you have no idea what to do, and would have even less of an idea if he stayed awake and wanted to talk about what just happened.

You’re contemplating whether to stay or go, and when you finally decide, your eyes slip shut, and you cuddle into Benny’s warmth.

The next morning, you have a proper freak out.

You need to talk to him, you need to not talk to him. You need caffeine and a pregnancy test and a change of clothes. You need an ice pack and a salt bath because holy fuck you’re sore, Jesus Christ Benny.

You need Sarah and Erica.

Luck is on your side today, because as you make your way into school, there’s no sign of Benny. You find who you need chatting at Sarah’s locker, and when Erica sees you, she immediately asks what’s wrong.

“Oh my god, I don’t even know where to start,” you choke. They blink at you and you start to ramble. “I did something so stupid last night, But it also wasn’t stupid except for the parts that were but ohmygod I need to tell you something. It cannot wait and I am freaking out.” You pause to take a breath. “I think my heart is about to give out.”

“Okay, okay relax,” Sarah calms you down. “We have 20 minutes before first period. What’s up?”

“Hold that thought, Sarah, I think she needs to sit down.” You nod, so the girls take you to a more private area, which turns out to be an empty classroom, and as soon as you get there you crumple onto the nearest chair.

“So… what's up?”

You sit up, your whole body jittering with nerves. You wanna tell them so bad but you don't know how. This is a kind of confession that needs a strong lead to get there, but you’re totally blanking.

“Well?”

It burst out of you, “Benny and I slept together!”

Neither girl moved. They stood there, gaping like fish. You knew they believed you, this isn't something you'd lie or joke about. Oh how you wish you were.

“How?” Erica finally spoke.

You grimace. “Well, it was kind of an accident at first. We were just watching a movie, then we got really horny at the same time, and it just went from there.”

Sarah’s face twisted at your words. “Were you at least safe?”

You pinched your lips together and avoided their gaze.

Sarah groaned and Erica exclaimed, “Are you serious? That was so stupid!”

“I told you I did something stupid! I wasn’t really thinking about protection in the heat of the moment and I seriously doubt Benny had a condom laying around.” You stop then. “Oh my god. I took Benny’s virginity.”

At your words, Sarah and Erica looked at each other. “Ewww!”

“You did what?” a voice shouted from the previously closed door.

Rory.

Son of a bitch.

Erica pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut. You’ve never been more thankful for her as she began to threaten Rory within an inch of his undead life. You expected him to wet himself, but Rory’s face was calm, and not the kind of blankness you’re accustomed to seeing on his expression.

He huffed. “No wonder Benny was being so weird this morning. I thought losing your virginity was supposed to change a guy in a good way. His face looked exactly like the time I accidentally dropped him in a dumpster.”

That… did not do anything good for your ego.

“He hates me,” you pout.

“I don't know about that,” Rory shrugs. “He asked if I saw you and told me to tell him if I did. Oh, well now that I’ve seen you, I should probably go tell him.” Rory started to walk away, but the three of you shouted after him and dragged him back.

“Okay, jeez. I don’t get what the big deal is.”

Erica facepalmed and Sarah scoffed. “The big deal is that two close friends slept with each other. That’s not a thing friends do! It’s probably awkward for them!”

You sigh. “Guys, it’s more than awkward. We didn’t even talk about it. I left before he woke up.”

Erica gasps, “You did not.” Sarah and Rory both wince, and again, this did not make you feel better.

“What was I supposed to say! It happened so suddenly—we didn’t even kiss!”

The three of them pause and gawk at you. You threw your hands up in surrender.

“It just didn’t happen. We were kinda focused on other things.” You were pulled back to the memory, his lips and hands everywhere, his whiny little mewls and pants hot and breathy in your ear…

“Oh my god. She’s thinking about him right now, ewww!” Erica squealed.

“Wait, was Benny actually good?” Sarah asked in disbelief.

You sigh dreamily, “Let's just say, if he wasn't already a spellcaster, he'd still have magic in his fingers.”

“EWWW!” Three voices cried in unison. Rory gagged and Erica covered her ears. Sarah closed her eyes, her worn expression letting you know she very much regretted asking at all. All three looked rather like a steak to the heart would be a perfect end to this conversation.

The end, however, came in the form of the warning bell. Before leaving you swore all of them to secrecy, with an emphasis on Rory’s discretion. He gave you a thumbs up and said “You can count on me!” You were not confident in his ability to keep his mouth shut.

Classes went on, but you were on edge in fourth period, the first class of three you and Benny shared, not including lunch. You got there early, as usual, and Benny came in second before the bell, also as usual. You didn’t dare look up at him when he walked by you, knowing it was him by his clumsy footsteps and the scent of his cologne. He sat behind you, and you felt the weight of his stare on you the entire class period. When the bell finally rang you were first out the door.

Your whole group usually sits together at lunch, unless the dorks had a mathlete meeting or Erica decided to sit with her boytoy of the week, which happens more often than not. She promised to sit with you and Sarah today just in case a buffer (or a badass vampire) was needed.

Rory is the first of the boys to sit down and starts yammering about his day. Apparently the stray cat he feeds in the junkyard went missing and it’s been days since he saw it and he’s getting worried. He was in the middle of the “epic” tale of their friendship and why they don’t try to eat each other anymore when Benny sits down. Right in front of you. Where he always does. Very normal, but you can’t ignore the shaking feeling that no, everything is decidedly not normal.

Unfortunately for all of you, Rory trails off.

The table is silent for a long, long while.

You want to say something so bad, you hate this awkward tension between the two of you, but you can’t speak. It’s like your voice was stolen by teenage embarrassment.

You have enough strength of mind to meet Benny’s eyes, only you’re unable to read him. Is he disgusted? Regretful? If so, of what specifically? Is your friendship completely over? He just looks and looks.

Just as a headache began to form between your eyes, Ethan barrelled into his seat in an anxious flurry. You’ve never been happier to hear the words: “Guys, I think we have a problem.”

Your focus is 100% on Ethan now, you don’t even notice the pinch of Benny’s brows at his best friend's words, or the way his fingers twitch for his spellbook, or the way he licks his lips like he always does when he concentrates.

It’s Benny, of course you can’t help but notice.

Except, something Ethan just said actually pulled your focus. “Wait, you said you saw strange markings in your vision. Was there anything concrete? It sounds like whoever drew them and left the animal hearts and talismans were attempting a ritual.”

Ethan nods. “There were pentagrams all over my vision, and there was a flash of goat hooves and a clock.”

“A clock?” Benny asks.

“Yes,” he confirms. “The hands were set to midnight.”

“The witching hour,” you and Benny speak in unison. You snuck a peek at him, almost startling when you see he did the same. You dart your eyes away, and a sinking feeling hits you as you realize what Ethan’s vision most likely meant.

“Rory,“ you start slowly, “what color is your junkyard cat?”

Your friends tense as you say this, also connecting the dots. Rory, bless him, remains oblivious.

“He has black fur! That's why I named him Shadow Ninja! I hope the little guy is okay…” Rory digs into his sandwich, and you don’t know if he’s being willfully ignorant to spare his own feelings, or if he genuinely knows nothing about superstitions. The group glances at each other, all silently agreeing to keep Rory in the dark.

“We need to find out who’s behind these rituals. It’s one thing if they’re idiotic humans, but another if they’re witches,” Sarah comments.

“What do they even want?” Erica asks. “What are the rituals for?”

“Well, if Ethan’s visions and the ritual’s remnants are anything to go by,” you muse darkly, “I’d guess they’re trying to summon the Devil.”

Benny hums. “Making a deal with the Devil is not good, Grandma says that all time. We need to find out for sure where the rituals took place.”

He begins to flip through his spellbook when Ethan asks why the location matters.

Then, it hits you. “Ley lines.”

“Exactly,” Benny confirms, but he doesn’t look at you. “If they’re doing the rituals on the ley line, it’ll be easier to find out where they’ll go next.”

Sarah puts a hand on your arm. “Hold on, what are ley lines?”

“They’re invisible, mystical energy lines that run underneath the earth. They connect various historical sites, prominent landmarks, and sacred spaces to conduct the energy. They’re said to amplify the supernatural, so it makes sense if there’s one running through Whitechapel.”

“There is,” Benny says. He flips the book around and shows everyone the page he found. It details the line running through your province of Canada, but there isn’t anything you recognize. The map isn’t updated for the 21st Century, apparently.

You make plans after school to go ley line hunting, deciding to split into three pairs to cover more ground, one vampire and one human in each. Out of everyone, you have the most success at keeping Rory on task, so you’re partnered with him. His protective side comes out most often with you, being the only fully fledged human of the group, no vamp, seer, or spellcaster powers in sight.

You can fend for yourself of course, though you find fighting magic with magic more often than not solves the problem. It’s no bother to you when you have brains. You help Ethan make the plans and connect the dots, you don’t need to execute them.

Admittedly, the idea of summoning the Devil scares the shit out of you, it also helps take your mind off of the Benny issue you’re facing.

You and Rory have been searching for an hour and a half (with you only needing to pull Rory back on task three times) when you realize the section of the map took you to a familiar house in the rich part of town.

“Rory,” you get his attention. “Isn’t this Jesse’s mansion?” He, briefly serving time in Jesse’s cult, frequented this house more often than that one time you paid an unwanted visit, would know for sure.

“Oh hey. Yeah, it is.”

The mansion looks different than the last time you saw it. After Jesse’s imprisonment in the cubile animus, the place remained abandoned; and no one, not even the HOA, dared to mess with what he left behind.

The lawn was overgrown, leaves and vines creeping up and curling around the corners and windows. The siding was darkened with dirt and grime, and some of the shillings had fallen off, leaving a gaping spot where it once lay.

“Does the magic line go through the house?” Rory questions.

According to the map, it did, but you had a feeling it wasn’t this easy.

“We need to get in and check it out. Something doesn’t feel right.”

Rory walks up to the gate and pushes it open, the hinges squeaking and built up rust grinding as it opens. The two of you approach the former vampire den cautiously, the brick driveway filled with green in its cracks and all kinds of foliage strewn over the walkway left by wind and storms.

Once inside the house, you shudder. It might've been abandoned, but the air felt dark and tainted still.

“Hey,” Rory called from where he ventured further in, “I’m not sure this place is as abandoned as we think.”

He’s right. In the corner of the living room, messy sleeping bags and junk food wrappers littered the entire space. There were school bags tossed haphazardly on a table, and books on every available space possible.

You made your way to the kitchen area, where there was more discarded food, spilled liquid, and even more books. On the dining table, dried blood, a variety of talismans, melted candles, and ashes lay within a pentagram.

You made your way to the island, which was clear of everything except one book in the center.

Rory came up next to you and pointed. “I know this book. It has Jesse’s prophecy in it.”

You skimmed the book, and Rory stopped you on the page about the prophecy. You scanned the page, and when you saw a familiar line, you read it aloud: “The dead take root, the barren orchard bears the devil's fruit.’” You pause. “Rory, check the map. I think the ley line runs under Ethan’s house, specifically the tree in his backyard. They tried the ritual here, and it didn’t work. The other failed rituals happened at the church, the cemetery, and the stump of Whitechapel’s oldest tree. If they found this book, it won’t take them long to figure out their next spot, and I think it might actually work this time around. I mean, symbolically, it seems like the place to catch the Devil's attention.”

Rory’s eyes widened. “Woah. This is getting kinda scary.”

“I agree, we should get out of here before they get back.”

You start toward the door, but Rory stops you. His face twists regretfully as he responds, “Too late. I can hear them outside.”

His words make your blood run cold, and you hear the creak of the front door opening.

As quickly and quietly as you can, you and Rory squeeze inside the empty walk-in pantry. You’re easing the door shut as the kitchen door slams open.

“I’m telling you, that geek is onto us. He’s a seer, right? I bumped into him before lunch and I swear he saw something,” a husky, feminine voice said. Through the panes on the door, you can make out a silhouette of her, but nothing too clear.

A hand slaps the counter. “Why does it matter?” Deep, male, and insanely grating. You can see his hulking frame lean on the island. “He might be shacking up with vampires, but they’re not invincible. They can’t stop us no matter what they know.”

Behind you, Rory murmurs, “I know them from somewhere.”

The first one sighs, apparently not hearing a peep even from a few feet away. “I guess, but his friends are vampires. The small one, Sarah, babysits him on Friday’s right?”

“Yup. But, with some garlic and a sharp wooden steak, it shouldn’t be too hard to negotiate for that virgin’s blood. And he doesn’t even need to die!”

“That we know of. The instructions say the blood of a virgin, who’s to say that doesn’t mean the life of one? The 17th century assholes who wrote it down weren’t very specific with the recipe.”

“And the awful fucking poetry. I could’ve done without that,” the guy scoffs.

“Whatever,” the girl snaps. “We will do it tomorrow night after his parents leave. We get what we want and hey, maybe once the Devil himself turns us into vampires, we’ll kill the virgin anyway. I hear they taste the best.”

The two cackle, and their voices dim as they clomp away.

You and Rory tip toe out of the pantry, keeping an eye on the door as you walk. The thing is, you’re not completely aware of your surroundings. In a stroke of bad luck, you trip on a stack of books, and they clutter noisily to the ground.

You meet Rory’s eyes, horrified.

“Who’s there?” the guy shouts. You hear the stomp of their boots getting closer, and Rory tugs you away to the other door and up the stairs. You follow him like you’re on autopilot, everything you heard and what’s happened catching up to you at the wrong time.

You’re being pulled up another set of stairs and Rory kicks the bedroom door open.

“This one has a balcony. Gord pushed me off it when I was learning how to fly.”

“What a dick,” you mutter and suddenly you’re gasping in the cool outside air.

Rory grabs onto you right as the door flies open, the two satanists rushing forward. Not a second too soon, Rory takes off.

A few minutes and half a heart attack later, you land on the designated meeting point, which was, of course, Ethan’s front porch. Everyone was there already, and you felt comfortable enough to have a panic attack.

You’re still gasping and your legs give out on you. You’re caught by familiar arms, and Benny lowers you down to the porch chair.

“We—we found—the book. The lines—the tree, it just. They’re going to attack you! Take your, your blood. They wanna turn. They need him to turn.”

You’re not making a lick of sense to anyone, and Sarah starts to rub your back.

“Breathe,” she says softly. She doesn't have the compulsion ability mastered, but you want to listen to her, so you do.

“You found something? What happened?” Ethan asks.

“Dude,” Benny chastises. “Maybe wait til she stops freaking out? Rory, what’s going on?”

Rory explains your findings as best he can, and you use the lilt of his voice to calm down. “The guy and the girl look so familiar. I can’t place it, though.”

With a huff, Erica reminds him, “They go to our school, genius, obviously they’ll be familiar.”

Rory starts to protest, “Yeah but, that’s not where I recognize them from.”

“Vampires,” you finally say. Everyone stops and stares at you. “The deal they want to make with the Devil is to become vampires. Why would they go to all this trouble when this town is crawling with them? I think it’s because they literally can’t. Vampires won’t turn them.” You twist your body to face Sarah and Erica. “Does the Council have some kind of banned humans list? Like, “Do not turn these people under the penalty of death” list?”

Sarah hums and furrows her brows together in thought. “I’m sure they do, I’ll go check,” and she vamp speeds away.

“It’s the only reason I can think of. Anyone else have a theory?”

You look up from your place on the chair, and everyone (again) is staring.

“That,” Benny declares, “was incredible.”

You meet his gaze, and for the first time since last night, it doesn’t feel weird. It feels… normal. Right.

You smile at him shyly, and think yeah, you’ll be alright.

A nudge to your side has your attention on Erica. Apparently she caught that little exchange. She quirks a playful eyebrow at you and you shrug your shoulders innocently.

After that, it doesn't take too long for Sarah to return in a whoosh of air. “They do have a list! And it comes with pictures. Here,” she hands everyone a stack. Thankfully, it’s not too big. It only takes a few seconds before Rory spots them.

Ethan nods. “Yup. I ran into her this morning and that’s when I got the vision. She didn’t seem too pleased with me.”

Now that you have all the pieces, you plan.

A pizza is ordered and you all gather around Ethan’s dining table.

“These people know way too much about us, so what if we give them more?” Ethan suggests.

You hum in agreement. You reach for a slice, and your hand brushes Benny’s. You lock eyes over the table, and he’s flushing that sweet red again. He retracts his hand, and you grin to yourself as you take the slice.

“Like what?” Erica asks.

“They think the ball is in their corner, right?” you explain. “So what if we change it up? Make them comfortable, make it even more easy for their plan to unfold, but what they don’t know is that we’re doing the same thing, only better.”

“Okay,” Rory remarks, voice laced with confusion. “What do we do?”

You and Ethan share a near manic smirk.

“We’re gonna set a trap. Tomorrow, I will very loudly say in front of them that I’m Jane’s babysitter tonight instead of Sarah. That gets rid of one vampire, they think ambushing us will be a walk in the park if it’s me.”

“Tomorrow night, you three,” Ethan informs Sarah, Erica, and Rory, “will be waiting in the shadows, ready to attack when necessary.”

You take a deep breath. “Benny, you need to be with us.”

Ethan startles. “What, why?”

You ignore him.

“Benny, do you trust me?”

Instantly, he says yes.

“Good,” you breathe. “You need to be the sacrifice.”

Ethan protests immediately, and the others look at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“Um, they need a virgin for the ritual, right?” Erica speaks up, deliberately slow as if you somehow forgot you were the one to change Benny’s virginal status.

“Yes,” you confirm, and as subtly as you can, you explain. “They need a virgin to complete the ritual.”

You can see the moment it clicks for Sarah and Erica; unfortunately, Rory is more vocal with his understanding.

“Ohhh, is it because Benny—YEOUCH!” He yells as Erica elbows him particularly hard in the side.

Ethan’s eyes dart between all of you. “Uh, okay. Whatever. As long as it isn’t Jane, I don’t care who gives up their blood.”

The next day at school, you get the wannabe vampires hook, line, and sinker when you bring up your status as tonight's babysitter right in front of them. Unbeknownst to them, Jane is going to be safe next door with Benny’s grandma the second their parents leave for date night.

It takes a few hours for the “ambush” to happen, just minutes before midnight. You have fun pretending to act scared and whine when they tie you up, though you could’ve gone without the grass stains as the burly guy tossed you next to the tree.

They make quick work of setting up the ritual, and hey, there's Shadow Ninja! Anger flares in you at the sight of Rory's friend tied up and muzzled like that.

When it’s all set up, they mix together what looks like the world’s most disgusting cocktail in a gold chalice.

“Now,” the girl announces as the two stalk up to you, Benny, and Ethan. “Who will it be?”

“We were gonna do mega geek over there,” the guy said, nodding toward Ethan, but then he points to you. “But what about her?” he asks his friend.

The girl, the absolute bitch, throws her head back and laughs. “Her? Are you kidding? She’s a slut, no way am I drinking her blood. We need a virgin, not some high school whore, remember?”

Your mouth drops open, “Well fuck you too! At least I got hot while I was still in high school. You wanna be eternally 17? I feel sorry you need a do-over when some of us got it the first time around.” That might not have been the best response, you think as she backhands you across the face, but it felt damn good to say.

“Leave her alone,” Benny growls, eyes flaring, and wow, that’s hot. “Do not talk about her like that, I swear to god.”

The guy taunts Benny. “Oooh I think lover boy here just offered himself up! Gimme your arm, nerd.”

They aren’t gentle as they take Benny’s blood. You send them death glares every time he winces and hope this ridiculous ordeal is over soon.

You watch as they mix the blood into the chalice. They chant in terrible latin, and finally, they drink, draining the cup dry.

The air is still as you wait for a long moment.

Suddenly, they’re both doubled over in pain, clutching all over their bodies and heads, screaming so forcefully the veins in their forehead pop out.

“We’re sorry!” the girl shrieks. “We don’t know what happened!”

The guy falls to his knees. “We didn’t mean to insult you—we did everything right, we promise!”

“What do you mean,” the girl wails, and she spits up black. You realized then that someone must be talking to them in their heads. Him, possibly?

The guy is shaking on the ground; he has the same black liquid spilling out of his mouth, and you know then that it’s blood. His eyes lock on Benny, and he began to crawl toward him.

“You!” is all he can gurgle out before he disappears in an ashy poof. The girl gives an ear shattering shrill, and a second later, she’s gone too.

Sarah, Erica, and Rory emerge from their hiding place, instantly moving to free the rest of you from your bonds.

“What just happened?” Ethan sputters. He didn’t expect that. What the fuck.

“They messed up the ritual,” you smile.

Ethan frowns. “Really? I don't see how.”

Rory laughs and puts an arm around Ethan’s shoulder.

“It’s because Benny took a trip to Bonetown,” he snickers, and you punch him in the shoulder as hard as you can.

Rory makes an offended face at you. “Ouch! What was that for? I was just answering Ethan’s question.”

“Rory,” You speak calmly, eyes closed. “Shut. Up.”

“What! We should all be thanking you! I mean, if it wasn’t for you, they totally would’ve summoned the Devil. Unless they chose Ethan instead but—”

“Rory, look! There's Shadow Ninja!”

The blond vampire squeals and tears off toward the tree, freeing his very much alive, but incredibly pissed off, feline friend.

Only, the damage is done.

You seek out Sarah and Erica, but they just shrug and chuckle awkwardly at you before vamping away. Rory, once he comes back with the squirming cat in his arms, senses the sudden tension he unwittingly created, and after a few seconds of deliberation decides the smartest move is to do the same. Jerks, all of them.

You really, really wish Ethan wasn’t as clever as he is. You know the instant the explanation dawns on him. His mouth drops wide open and he points to Benny, who gives him an awkward smile. Then Ethan points the accusatory finger at you, and all you can do is pinch your lips together and watch him freak out.

“You—but how—why didn't you say—but that means—you exploded them with sex?”

He shakes his head and spins around, walking away to fetch Jane and muttering to himself like mad. Poor guy.

You and Benny are the only ones left of your ragtag group still lingering, so you walk to his house, and when you reach the steps, you can’t take it anymore. You blurt:

“We didn’t even kiss.” Benny stares at his shoes and bites the inside of his cheek. “We didn’t, so I didn’t know if you actually liked me or not. It was good, it was so fucking good. I should've stayed. I wasn’t thinking when I left the other day. I hate the morning after talk but you deserved so much better than what I gave you. I’m sorry. I like you Benny, I really do and I want to make this work.” You keep rambling, just saying what comes to mind and you’re still rambling when Benny cups your face in both his hands and pulls you into a blessedly mind numbing kiss.

It’s everything you ever wanted. It's soft and sweet, yet firm and demanding, just like Benny. Your mouths move together skillfully, slotting together like they were made for it, and you’d like nothing more than to kiss him until you can’t breathe any longer.

He pulls back slightly, lingering in your space, breathing in your air.

“If I invite you in, will you stay this time?”

You don't have to think.

“Yes.”

#benny weir x reader #benny weir x y/n #benny weir x you #my babysitters a vampire #mbav #honestly i just started writing and this came out whoops #lmk what you think!#if you notice any spelling/grammar errors lmk

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neversetyoufree · 7 months ago

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The way Noé Archiviste is written is so good. I'm so obsessed with him.

He's such a protagonist—endlessly hopeful against adversity and filled with kindness and attempted understanding toward everyone he meets. He's a good person! He wants to save everyone! He is genuinely and utterly without any sort of cruelty or unfair bias.

Yet, the more the series goes on, the more he's written as a very obvious parallel to our antagonists.

The most blatant example of this is the Ruthven parallel. Ruthven once happily said that he liked vampires, and in the same way, he liked humans. Noé repeats this exact same line when he has tea with Ruthven.

This parallel doesn't reflect too poorly on Noé, since it's pretty clear that something Happened to Ruthven to change him between his speaking that line and him becoming our antagonist, but it is an interesting way to tie the two of them together. It raises certain questions in readers' minds. In what other ways are Noé and Ruthven still similar, and how might Noé change to become more like him?

Then there's Noé's toxic optimism. The "you should be a little bothered, actually" aspect of him. Noé is the mirror to Vanitas's toxic pessimism. He latches onto the good in the world to a fault, and in this way he detaches from reality and endures an endless series of abuses to his person without even understanding they're abuses.

That is also one of the defining traits of Mikhail. Misha is unsettling in part because he is completely detached from any understanding of severity. Misha happily recounts being abused and watching his mother die not because he's cruel or hateful, but because he doesn't understand what's happened to him or why those things are bad. Misha wants to bring Luna back to life because he's in denial of the reality of their death. He believes he can just resurrect them and everything will be fine, and he'll get to play happy family again.

If Noé went just a little bit more extreme with the over-optimism, he could disconnect from reality just as badly as Misha has.

Finally there's my favorite parallel—the tie between Noé and his Teacher. Noé Archiviste has a tendency to watch others in fascination, trying to figure them out from the sidelines while he fails to understand his own impact on them, and he absolutely loves the Blue Moon. He thinks the Blue Moon is beautiful. Teacher spends his time collecting interestingly damaged children in putting them in awful situations, apparently just for the fun of watching what they'll do next, and he calls The Vampire of the Blue Moon "the most beautiful creature in the world."

Noé's curiosity-driven fascination with Vanitas's trauma and his love of the blue moon—neither of these are necessarily a problem on their own, but when written in direct parallel with The Count of Saint Germain, they become somewhat alarming.

In the same way that Misha is "worse" than Noé because his obliviousness to his trauma leads him to harm others, Noé's teacher is surely a worse person than him because he lets himself harm others in pursuit of his interests. Noé doesn't do that. But what would it take for that to change? He's pushed boundaries before. He learned to hurt Astolfo and Misha in the name of protecting those he cares about. What other strange places could his headstrong nature lead?

What might Noé do when his fascination and his obliviousness intersect? When the parts of him that are Teacher and the parts of him that are Misha overlap? What would he do to see Vanitas again? What might he do without letting himself realize how terrible it was?

Noé is a good person. He's one of the best people. But in his attentiveness and his optimism and his love, there's the seeds of something that could lead him down a very dark road. Each of the above antagonists is a little bit a part of who he is.

Misha wants to bring Luna back to life. Ruthven is working toward some mysterious aim with the dead or dying Faustina. And given how he talks in mémoire 55, I wouldn't be surprised if Teacher also had an interest in bringing back The Vampire of the Blue moon in one form or another.

In all his fascination and love and hope, would/will Noé be able to let Vanitas die when death is preferable to the alternative? This is a story about the inevitability of death, and the denial of that inevitability creates nothing but horror and perversion. Noé is growing and learning to understand both Vanitas and the moral complexities of the world, and we can only hope that he learns enough. We can see through his many reflections in other characters what he might become if he can't accept painful reality.

#vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #noé archiviste #noé archiviste my beloved #english major hours #I've been sitting on these thoughts for a while #be free.

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ts1m1kas · 6 months ago

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Original Ask: I would like to request a Jenson Button x driver!reader they have been rivals since their karting days and Jenson has been crushing on reader for years. He flirts with her every chance he gets but she's completely oblivious to it since she thinks he's just doing it to distract her from the race and she hates him for it since she's not taken seriously by the drivers and reporters because of it. So Jensen wins the championship and he throws a big party with the team. Reader attends to congratulate him so they partied and they have a heart to heart conversation in which they finally confess their feelings to each other.. (anonymous)

Word Count: 1120 words

(author's note: i can't tell if this is bad or not, i've been slightly stressed out due to my job so i hope the jenson girlies enjoy this 🥹)

When Jenson began carting at a young age, he thought he would walk away with trophies and medals. He did get both of those things, but he also developed a crush on a girl who was convinced he hated her.

Y/N L/N was the bane of Jenson’s existence. He would say his rival if anyone asked him what she was to him, mainly because he was far too embarrassed to admit that he was completely and utterly in love with her.

Both Jenson and Y/N had successful carting careers and, despite their rivalry, made it to Formula 1 at the same time. Jenson signed with Williams and Y/N signed for Red Bull. Although the pair were much older now, their childhood competitiveness had followed them into F1 which caused many disputes between the two drivers.

Their careers in motorsports flourished and Jenson moved to Brawn GP, where he would unknowingly win the Championship. But the longer Y/N stayed in Formula 1, the more unbearable the reporters became. Question after question about her and Jenson, their ‘relationship’ and if being a female driver was more difficult.

It was the final race of the 2009 season and the Abu-Dhabi air was stifling. Y/N stood outside the Red Bull garage, holding a microphone for the interview that was about to begin.

“So, final race of the season. Are you nervous?” The interviewer asked.

“Well, I’m nervous before every race if I’m honest. The last race of the season is worse though because the stakes are always so much higher.”

“How do you feel about Jenson’s position in the Championship? If he finishes in the points this race he’s pretty much guaranteed a win?”

“What does Jenson have to do with me? I’m glad he’s performing well but that doesn’t affect me at all. I’m my own driver, not an extension of Jenson.”

“Right, sorry I apologise.”

At that moment Jenson walked past and was caught by the cameras. When he realised it was Y/N being interviewed he turned around and smiled at her.

“You look gorgeous today Y/N, it's gonna be hard for me to concentrate on the race knowing you look that good!” Jenson shouted over at her, throwing her a wink at the same time.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the spot, she knew all too well what was coming.

“Do you think it’s fair that your gender can become a distraction for the other drivers, especially ones who have important races coming up?”

Jenson was mortified, he didn’t realise that his stupid joke was going to cause the interviewer to ask such an inappropriate question.

“I was only joking around, she isn’t actually a distraction to us. Y/N deserves to be here as much as the rest of us-”

“I’m finished with this interview, thank you for having me,” Y/N stated, passing the microphone back to the interviewer. She disappeared into the garage, leaving Jenson outside with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Before they knew it, all the drivers sat in their cars, lined up and ready to race. The lights went out slowly and they set off. It was an exciting race throughout and by the end, Sebastian came out on top, followed by Y/N and then Jenson.

However, the amount of points gave Jenson his first Championship win, and he couldn’t be happier. Of course, all the journalists, reporters and interviewers forgot to congratulate Y/N on her P2 finish. She was overlooked. Again.

Celebrations were in full force for Jenson’s win. His house was packed with drivers and team staff and the sound of music and cheers filled the room. Drinks were flowing and the evening air was cool as it seeped into the room through the open patio doors.

Y/N had turned up to the party, but only because Sebastian had forced her. Part of her was cheering for Jenson but another part of her remembered how he had toyed with her feelings all those years. She moved through the masses of bodies and grabbed a drink.

Eventually, the pounding of the music and heat from the people became too much and Y/N headed outside onto the balcony. She took a deep breath, allowing the bitter air to fill her lungs. Gazing at the sun that had begun to set, she didn’t realise she was no longer alone on the balcony.

“Congrats on P2, you drove incredibly,” A voice said, cutting into the silence.

Y/N spun her head around, her face dropping when she realised it was Jenson.

“Oh, thanks. I should be congratulating you though. How does it feel to be a World Champion?”

“Pretty good, I’m not gonna lie. While I’m here, I just want to apologise for earlier. I didn’t think before I spoke and I didn’t realise that my stupid, distasteful joke would make you be treated like that.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it. It’s nothing new, questions like that have been asked since our karting days.”

“It’s still not right. Especially when everyone thinks my feelings for you are just a joke.”

Jenson froze after he realised what he said. Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked up at him.

“You- You like me? You’re telling me that you’ve been telling the truth all along?”

Jenson scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you, but yeah. I like you. I have since our first kart race. I knew the minute we built up our rivalry that I wanted to be more than friends. But all this time I thought you hated me. So I kept quiet-”

“Jenson.”

“I didn’t know how to speak to you about it. I also thought you would reject me and I didn’t want the media to scrutinise you more than they already do. I just-”

“Jenson!”

Jenson stopped his rambling at the sound of Y/N’s raised voice.

“I like you too. I can’t believe I thought you were pretending to like me all along.”

Staring intently at each other, Jenson leaned down and closed the gap between the pair. He captured Y/N’s lips in a soft kiss and she smiled into it. When they finally pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around Jenson’s middle and squeezed, enveloping him in a hug.

Jenson leaned his head onto Y/N’s and the pair stayed tangled in the warm embrace of each other as the sun finally disappeared and was replaced by the moon. Stars twinkled in the sky, but nothing shined brighter than the smile on Jenson’s face as he looked down at the girl he had pined for all those years.

#f1 #fanfiction #fanfic #f1 drivers #jenson button x reader #jenson button #jenson button blurb #jenson button imagine #by ts1m1kas

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leviathanleva · 28 days ago

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Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: Trying to court Hazard is tough. You nearly give up, thinking your methods have failed. Or have they?

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Chapter 5

“Listen, I’m an omnic and even I can smell your perfume.”

You purse your lips at Susie before averting your attention to the lava lamp on your nightstand.

How everyone but Findlay had noticed the changes was beyond you. You’d tried so hard to impress him, your wardrobe was full of cute dresses now, even knitted winter ones you tended to freeze in, but soldiered on just to try and catch his eye. Thigh-high socks had become a regular sight, squishing your thighs just perfectly. You’d even gotten your nails done, a pretty bubblegum pink.

A sweet candy perfume rested next to the lava lamp; one-third of the bottle was already gone because you never missed the chance to renew the aroma on your neck, hoping that the dumb blond would be lured in by the smell of treats. But no, the oblivious bloke instead checked the cookie jar every time you were together in the kitchen because he was too daft to realize the notes of vanilla and cinnamon were coming from you and not some hidden pastry.

“I just missed being girly.” Is the first lie you can think of to tell Susie and sate her hunger for being in on the secret to your sudden and drastic change.

You’d rather move out than tell anyone the pathetic reason why you abandoned sweatpants and leggings for short dresses and tight thigh-highs.

“And that’s why you spent half your savings on a new wardrobe when your clothes are perfectly fine?”

You cross your legs in discomfort and suppress the need to hide under your covers.

“Yes.”

Every morning you took a shower before starting an intensive skincare routine. From ampules to face masks and even a rose quartz face roller. You scrubbed yourself raw, used the best-scented body lotion you could find, and caked yourself with copious amounts of vitamin C and sunblock, made sure that every little imperfection and blemish was covered up, that your cheeks always had a ruddy tint to them, lips always hydrated and as plump as possible. Your skin was glowing, your hair was immaculate, your clothes were ironed to perfection, everything about you was as spectacular as you could make it.

And still, he didn’t notice a fucking thing.

Men…typical.

Each day you tried a new outfit, thinking maybe it’s not a color he likes, the length is wrong, the combination isn’t his style. And each day your hopes were crushed when he didn’t even dare to look in your general direction.

Were you that unfavorable in a dress? What were you doing wrong?

It was exhausting to be denied even a glance when a month ago you were holding each other like lost lovers. Granted he’d almost died and you were on the brink of a complete meltdown because of it, but still.

Now his eyes were everywhere but on you, his good mornings and good nights were rushed and dismissive as if he didn’t even want to speak with you.

It took a toll on your confidence.

“You know I’m gonna get to the bottom of this, right?”

You squint at Susie’s words and force out a nervous laugh before shifting slightly away from her on the bed.

It was girls' night again, it had been a while since you both had enough time and energy to have a proper sleepover. You had been ecstatic and in desperate need of a distraction from your failed attempts at courting Hazard. But of course, the sweet little omnic was perceptive and she knew you too well for all these sudden changes to go unexplained.

So here you were, being interrogated while you did your best to dodge the matter.

She was more headstrong than you though.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” She says delicately as if she was trying not to frighten a jumpy hare.

“I know Suze.” You sigh and look away when your expression changes from content, but slightly nervous, to utterly pained and dejected. “But there’s nothing to talk about. I’m just running an experiment, trying to boost my confidence is all, but so far…” You take a breath and continue. “…So far it’s felt like an utter failure.”

Her hands twitch in her lap before she rests one over your knee, kind and gentle like she always was.

“Is that what this is all about?” The omnic tilts her head slightly and then chirps out a giggle. “You’re not feeling confident?”

There’s genuine sympathy in her tone and you force out an embarrassed smile and brush your fingers you’re your hair awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Is all you manage before taking your pillow to squeeze against your chest and stuffing your face into it. It wasn’t technically a lie, your confidence was suffering, but it was more due to someone rather than diminishing by itself.

When you hear shuffling you look back up and see Susie sliding off the bed and slipping on her coat with determination you’d not seen in her before.

“Where are you going?” You ask, words muffled into the fluff of the pillow.

“I’ll be right back, trust me.” She calls back and closes the door behind her, leaving you alone in the dim atmosphere of your bedroom.

And so you wait, abandoned to solitude with a bowl of popcorn and a list of old corny movies you were planning on watching. Snow fell languidly outside your window, piled up on the sill, a friend to the frosted flowers decorating the glass. The heater blasting in the corner did well to fill the silence with a soft white noise, but it wasn’t enough to quell your self-doubt. You’re left to your thoughts which have been very unkind lately, it’s not a good place to be in. Your mind berates you incessantly and all you can do is squeeze yourself into a tighter ball of shame and just take it.

Not good enough. – It wasn’t a term you liked to use, you knew how detrimental to one’s mental health it was and in the past you’d managed to stray from it, well, mostly. But lately, it had kept nagging at the back of your head until you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Self-hate had slithered into your bloodstream and now there was no getting rid of it when all of your self-worth was unknowably put on the shoulders of a man who didn’t even want to acknowledge you.

You pat the pillow in your lap gently before puffing out a breath.

“Fuck this.”

You’re wiping the cat eyeliner off your lids and smearing the lipgloss into the back of your palm to get it off your mouth before you can process what’s happening. Once that’s done, you take the perfume bottle and stuff it in your drawer where you hope to forget it ever existed.

If he didn’t like you, that was that, no amount of makeup or pretty clothes were going to change his opinion. You’d just hoped that maybe…

“No.”

You shake your head, shake all the stupid thoughts away before standing to change out of the white knitted dress you were suffering in. A pair of khaki shorts and a large hoodie, a mouthful of popcorn, and a stupid romcom with Susie were all you needed to be happy.

There’s a ruckus outside your door, hissy voices that are scream-whispering at each other but the words are too rushed and belligerent for you to comprehend. You go still and strain your ears, leaning slightly towards the entrance of your room while trying to listen, but nothing comes of it, the voices are too distorted.

When the door opens you jump instinctively and grip onto your hoodie to steady your racing heartbeat.

There stands Susie, gripping Hazard’s arm and keeping him from bolting down the hallway and away from you like he was avoiding the plague. If it didn’t literally rip your heart apart, you’d find it funny. It was like making him eat steamed broccoli all over again.

“Great! Now we’re all here.” The sweet omnic starts and nudges Findlay in the ribs hard. “Now say what you think, Haz.”

“Wut? O,…right. I uh… I don’t – ” The poor Scotsman was stumbling over his words more than you were over your thoughts. He looked about ready to crawl out of his skin, it was torture to see him in such a state and despite Susie’s good intentions, you’d rather just set him free from your unwanted presence.

“Suze, really. It’s okay, he looks so uncomfortable.” You blabber out with a strained laugh and raise your hands up to motion for her to let him go despite the tears prickling the back of your eyes.

“No, no. He’s been dancing around this since you changed your style.” She interrupted and pulled Hazard inside the room before shutting the door to keep him from escaping. “Go on, Haz.”

It was a comical sight, the man barely fit in your small cozy dwelling. This was the first time he had ever entered your room and if the circumstances were any different, you’d be a nervous wreck, but right now, you just wanted this whole charade to be over.

“Susie, please…Just leave him be.” You plead, unaware of the small crystal clear droplets that are starting to weigh down on your lower lashes.

He’s tapping his foot in agitation and readjusting his tee every few seconds. His eyes skim over your bedroom – your lamp, the old TV screen, the popcorn bowl, your bed, everything and anything that isn’t you. You want to scream in his face:

“What the fuck did I do to you?! Why are you acting like this?!”

But you couldn’t, it wasn’t like you, confrontation was scary, confrontation with Findlay was even scarier.

“No. I’m done with you two playing the long game. Just say what you want to say and stop suffering – ”

“ – Susie!” You don’t realize you’ve yelled until it’s already echoing around, you don’t realize your voice broke halfway into pronouncing her name either. You swallow awkwardly, partly curl in on yourself, and speak in a rasp “Just let him go. He doesn’t want to be here.”

You’re sniffling softly, barely suppressing sobs and hugging yourself. It’s pitiful, you hate yourself for it, you wish you weren’t such a crybaby.

“Ey…No..No, no, no.” You hear him say, look up and meet his eyes for the first time in weeks. He approaches you hastily, ripping out of Susie’s grip to bend over you and tenderly wipe your cheeks dry. “None o’ this shite.” He gives the omnic a side glance. “Give us a moment, ye?”

When you hear the door shut behind her your lips part to form blubbery, wet words soaked with days of silent suffering.

“Why don’t you look at me anymore, Haz?” You wrap your fingers around his large wrist, craving his touch desperately after so long. “Did I do something? I don’t get it…You don’t even come close to me – ” A sob, a hiccup, a shiver wracking your body, cutting your mumbling off short. “ – anymore.”

“I’s Findlay. Fin for you. Kay, bonnie?” He speaks evenly, wraps one arm around your waist and gently tugs you into his wide chest. You practically disappear in his embrace, surrounded by warm, heavy muscle and it feels so right to stand like this. You relax, wipe your nose into the sleeve of your hoodie, mewling softly as he coos down at you. “Mah wee hen. Pretty li’le birdie. ‘M sorry…”

You cling to him, standing on the tips of your toes just to be able to rest your damp cheek against his prosthetic shoulder and still barely reaching. Your fingers trace the synthetic cords on his nape and you hear him gurgle out a curse before taking in a deep breath and choking audibly.

Then it dawns on you that your attempt at luring him to you might have backfired. You pull away slightly and cup his chin with unfathomable tenderness. He leans into your caress and closes his eyes to concentrate on stifling the hunger sparking to life inside his abdomen.

“Is it the perfume? I’ll stop wearing it, I thought you’d like it…I didn’t think you might actually be allergic – ”

“ – I’s not tha’, hen.” He struggles for words, a man barely restrained by his care for you and your dignity, because you simply deserved better than him. “Ah like it. Ah do…A bit too much.”

It takes you a moment to process what he means, but once you do, your whole body feels like it’s been lit ablaze. Your heart pounds in your chest, ready to leap through your ribs at any second. You dig your nails in his skin to try and keep from collapsing right there on the spot and earn a strained rumble from him as a reward.

“Prancin’ about in those pre’y li’le dresses. Could smell ya ‘round every corner.” He glowers, driven to the brink of insanity by your existence in his life. He kneads your sides eagerly, craving the flesh hidden beneath the thick fabric of your hoodie. He’s desperate, restrain runs thin and he’s had enough torture to be able to resist again now that you were in his hands, yielding and soft. “Wasn’t enough ta test me with them pre’y clothes. Had to use tha’ stench too. Lure me out like a wolf starved.”

“Fin…” You mewl out weakly, grateful for his solid hold on you because you were nearly ready to faint.

“I like ta think is all fur me, ya know?” He murmurs, it’s barely audible and you want to shout in his ear that it is, but it feels like there’s water in your lungs, you’re drowning in his presence, immobilized and pliant.

“Findlay…”

You manage to sneak a glance. His eyes are glowing in the dimness of your room, a threatening shadow cast over them and making them stand out. He looks like an apex predator about to feast, having finally caught his meal. And you’re right there, the willing sacrifice, ready to be swallowed whole if only to stay with him forever. You’re ready for anything as long as he’s there with you.

“Wonna eat ya up.” His nose is pressed into your neck, inhaling deeply, then you feel a wetness being dragged across your skin and a shiver wracks you entirely. “Cannae take it anymore…”

“Please, please, please…”

This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“You two alright in there?” Susie, bless her, the ever-caring friend that she was, but you really wished she wasn’t waiting for you to wrap it up on the other side of your door. He pulls away silently, regrettably, and spares you a last wanton glance before heading for the door and leaving you there thrumming and beyond overjoyed.

<<< Chapter 4

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year ago

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could u write a angsty elliot fic?? also your other elliot fics are so good!!

I love my Elliot requests with all of my heart, he's one of my favorite people to write for :) thank you for this!!

"So you've been hanging with Jules a lot." I call out from my computer, looking at Elliot who dangles off my bed with a joint between his lips, a shrug on his shoulders.

"Yeah, she's cool. We've been worrying about Rue together, mutual interest, I guess." He explains vaguely and I feel a pang hit my heart as I recall seeing all three of them talking and laughing with each other after lunch, without me and in between classes, not even caring enough to invite me.

"Yeah, you've been spending all your study halls with her and Rue outside in the corridor. I would've liked an invite." I laugh it off but his brows pull together, obviously annoyed by my intention behind bringing this up and making that subtle jab.

"Yeah but they don't know you like that." He scoffs with a twisted, pained smile and I can tell he's trying to tell me to politely fuck off and explain to me that he doesn't want me hanging out with him and his friends but at this point, after weeks of wondering, I'd rather him put me out of my misery.

"Then help them know me like that, we're dating, Elliot." I set my computer aside, the frustration of weeks finally bubbling to the surface as my eyes turn to slits, glaring at him from across the room, neither of us moving or speaking for a few moments as awkward silence swarms around us.

"I guess. I don't see why this is such a big deal to you." He mutters, looking down at his hands and I know he hopes that that would be the end of it but it only fuels my fire more, blood boiling in long anticipated anger.

"Because you're choosing to spend time with these two girls that you don't even know that well over me, the person that you've been with for over a year." I'm on my feet now, marching over to the bed and standing directly in front of him as he obliviously ignores my presence, picking at the skin around his nails till it's red and inflamed.

"I know but they're cool." He mutters, almost as if he's a kid who's being heckled and nagged by a parent and it almost makes me impossibly angrier with him but instead, it hits my heart in a certain way that brings tears to my eyes, feeling completely and utterly unappreciated and overlooked.

"So am I, you'd know that if you actually spent time with me." The silence now is filled with anger instead of annoyance and I pause for a moment, feeling nervous, knowing that when he's angry, he's really angry. He looks up at me with annoyance and frustration behind his once happy hues and I begin to blame myself for even bringing this up in the first place.

"I don't have to spend 24/7 with you to be a good boyfriend." He snaps and I snap right back, hoping to finish the argument so I can storm off and be done with this once and for all.

"Yeah but you at least have to give me the bare minimum and treat me like you actually like me." I laugh mockingly and he smiles, tilting his head in a calculated way that has my stomach dropping and I know that I'm in for no good, knowing how passive aggressive and petty he can be when pushed into a corner.

"Well you acting like this doesn't make me want to hang out with you any more than I'm already suffering through."

...

What?

"What-" The words barely make it out of my mouth before he's on his feet, hands incasing my shoulders as he tries to get me to look at him but the bile is already in my throat and my heart feels a tight pain around it. I shake my head, pushing him away as he frantically grasps at me.

"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry-"

"Get out." He goes to speak once more but I hold my hand up to him while mumbling. "Shut the fuck up and get out of my house."

#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria fic

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just watched Seungmin + Jungsu live (my biases omg 😭😭) and I am so unwell for them both it’s unreal. It’s 1 am and I’m thinking the thoughts…

I have a few so bear with me…. cuckholding Jungsu !! him having a fantasy of watching another man fuck you and of course what better man than Seungmin? so there he sits in a chair in the corner of your shared bedroom, watching another man fuck you from behind; your eyes are on Jungsu of course, pleading and watery. Jungsu is just clutching the armrests, resisting the urge to touch himself to the sight, biting his inner cheek and lip till it draws blood <//3 (but of course he’ll show Seungmin how it’s really done)

also! both boys crushing on you hard but you can’t seem to pick </3 they’re both so pretty and perfect and sweet to you. it’s too hard. so they both decide what better way for you to decide than having them both fuck your brains out <3? Taking turns putting you in any position they want, against the wall, at the edge of the bed, on the desk table… all the while fighting for your answer. doing everything in their power to get your love first. eventually they both are too impatient to wait their turn, opting instead to lean you against both of them and have their way with you, touching each part of your body while all you can do is mumble their names in a whine!!!!!

and lastly :3 roommate Seungmin who has the fattest most obvious crush on you + he’s a bit of a pervvvvvvvv. stealing your panties, catching glances of your cleavage or the shape of your ass each time you walk!!! but most importantly listening to you and your boyfriend Jungsu fuck whenever he’s over. hearing the bed creek and your little gasps and moans; wondering if he would be able to fuck you better— draw out sounds he hasn’t heard yet. but all he can do it palm his cock pathetically while he listens to you and Jungsu through the thin walls <//3

IM SO UNWELL FOR THEM SO SORRY FOR JUST BOMBARDING YOU WITH THOUGHTS. ANSWER WHENEVER U FEEL <3 Also I hope you’re doing well <3 make sure you’re drinking water and taking care of yourself pls

this is making me CRAZY… in the best way possible 🥲 dee, don’t ever worry that you’re bombarding me w/ thoughts i always have the best time reading them, your 🧠 is just so beautiful 🤌🏼 take care as well, lovely <33 when i receive more than one thought at once i love combining them together and this is what imma do again let me lose my mind completely

i’m imagining bf!jungsu who has such a high sex drive, but how can he not when he’s dating the most gorgeous and hot girl he’s ever laid his eyes on? he’s constantly being touchy with you no matter where you are, showing everyone who you belong to; marking his territory if you will. if another man is staring at you at a party he always finds out, and locks lips with yours, kissing you until you’re out of breath. he’s utterly madly in love with you, and since he knows the effects you can have on people it doesn’t take him long to catch on to the feelings your roommate!seungmin has about you. every time he comes over to the apartment you share with him he notices the way he shamelessly eye fucks you; the way his smile sits different on his face in comparison to the way it does when he talks to other girls at parties. he wants you. so jungsu always makes sure he gives you the most intense orgasms, one after another, that have you crying out loud while seungmin has no other choice but to listen from the other room. he overstimulates you to the point you cannot mutter anything else except his name, but after a while jungsu cannot help but wonder what would seungmin’s name sound like from your lips; what would it be if your roommate gets a chance to have his way with you after all. he found your panties in his bedroom once, so he must be really desperate to feel you… while seungmin jerks off to you and your boyfriend fucking almost every night, you’re totally oblivious of the new fantasy that’s been forming in jungsu’s mind - to watch you spread out for another guy. he says he won’t intervene, but the moment you cum from seungmin’s cock he forgets his words and flips you over. he has to remind you how much better your boyfriend feels like ~

#i have to stop here or i can go on all day about this 😵‍💫#💌: xhdream inbox #— jeongin-lvr #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #jungsu hard thoughts #seungmin hard thoughts #o.de hard thoughts #jungsu x reader #seungmin x reader #o.de x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

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tchaikovskym · 7 months ago

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Wangxian fic recs pt4

(pt1, pt2 & pt3)

Losing My Mind by pupeez4eva

On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother.

One thing's for certain - there is no way he's leaving this with his sanity intact.

(Or, where Jiang Cheng has a lot of regrets, Lan Wangji is having an ongoing sexuality crisis, and Wei Wuxian is as oblivious as ever).

Really sweet and funny fic, made me grin all the way thorough it

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie

Wei Ying lost his parents in a night hunt. Cold and alone, he wandered the streets of Yiling for nearly two years. However, one fateful night, a tall, scary man finds him and takes him back to a place he calls Qinghe. Later Wei Ying, now known as Wei Wuxian, discovers that that tall, scary man is not bad at all. And his cowardly brother makes an even better friend than he initially thought he would. With a content feeling in his chest every day, Wei Wuxian can only hope these peaceful, happy days with his new family will last until the end of time.

Or, in which Jiang Fengmian is unaware of what happened to Wei Wuxian's parents and Nie Mingjue takes him in and the story continues from there...

A brilliant fic that broke my heart in pieces and glued it back together. Multiple times. I would call it a fix-it fic that takes into account all the things that were broken beyond repair in the original story and leaves them like that.

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner

The second time Lan Zhan said 'Wei Ying, come back', Wei Wuxian did.

Absolutely lovely fic about how much Wei Wuxian loves Lan Wangji and is being loved back by him until they both notice that. This was really sweet and warm and I love it with all my heart.

null hypothesis by chinxe

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji practise kissing. With...each other.

Exactly what it says on the label. Very sweet and lovely with lots of kissies

between two lungs by fruitys

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says again. He leans forward, just a little. His hand is still wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s wrist. “You promised that you would let me take care of you.”

Wei Wuxian swallows. “I never said that, specifically,” he tries.

(Or: three days in the jingshi.)

Lovely post untamed canon hehe

Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay

"So it's a bet?" Jiang Cheng said. "Dance the showcase if you get him, fancy coffee machine if you don't?"

Wei Wuxian considered the machine. "Fine. You're on. I want it in red."

"Don't start planning your caffeine overdose yet."

"It's in the bag," Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. "There's no way they'll match me with someone like Lan Wangji."

Teaching Lan Wangji to dance in front of the nation for twelve weeks, how hard can that be? Wei Wuxian is about to find out.

Did I know anything about ballroom dancing? No. Did I know anything about the Strictly Ballroom show? Also no. Did I enjoy this fic with all my heart? Yes!!!!! Wonderful fic!!!!

nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian have both been told since childhood that if you are lucky enough to have a soulmate, a red string will appear on your wrist the day you meet them. This is common knowledge.

What nobody ever told them, likely because nobody knew, is that if your soulmate loses their golden core, you can feel it happening.

I really love how everyone loves Wei Wuxian here. As he deserves. Mwuah.

mianmian the disaster lesbian saves the cultivation world by likehipsonthesea

Luo Qingyang’s expression suddenly shifts, her eyes widening once again, lips parting. With some measure of disbelief, she says, “You’re a cut-sleeve.”

Lan Wangji stiffens. How did she—?

Apparently decided without need of confirmation, Luo Qingyang sighs deeply on a smile. Leaning back against the bookshelf behind her, she says emphatically, “Thank the Heavens.”

*~*~*

In which Mianmian is a disaster lesbian (yet still the only one with a braincell), Jin Zixuan was just trying to help, and Lan Wangji suddenly finds himself in possession of two shiny new best friends.

They're all better off for it, in the end.

Would the world have been a better place if lwj had some friends? Yes! Lovely story!

Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding

Wei Wuxian grins. “I’m going to use this summer to seduce Zewu-jun, and I’m going to get his brother to help me do it.”

Or: To win his bet against Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian has to kiss Lan Xichen. Who better to ask advice from than Lan Zhan?

Very sweet and lovely fic. It involved a lot less lxc than I expected lol, but in a good way

And Fall to Desire by cqlorphan

Wei Ying makes a small, anguished sound. It is not a refusal. Slowly, so that such a refusal may still be voiced, Lan Wangji brings up his hand and places it flat on Wei Ying’s stomach. A quiet gasp is muffled hastily, and hands curl into fists.

“Yes,” Wei Ying grits out. “Please.”

After a nighthunt, Wei Wuxian takes a curse meant for an inadequate husband. Lan Wangji happens to be in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (right) time.

Listen I know fuck or die trope is sort of messed up, but this one solves itself so beautifully, leaving you lighthearted at the end.

you are the you who has dyed my lifetime red by Quixiote

Lan Wangji was born with a gift.

Really nice fic that will hurt you in the right places and put you back together afterwards.

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths

Wei Ying leaves. He follows.

Very lovely and shows the hardships of Burial Mounds, and the absolute devotion lwj has for wwx

If It's You by etymologyplayground

"Good morning," Wei Wuxian says. He is trying to figure out how to get Lan Wangji to kiss him.

Wei Wuxian sneaks back into the Cloud Recesses after a year away.

This fic fed my cats, wrote my thesis, fixed my car, and bought me a house in this economy. For real though, very sweet and lovely

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane

It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.

“Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”

“It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

This is the best "marry for green card" fic I have read. The pining!!! The mutual pining!!! And it doesn't have long drags of miserable miscommunications and suffering. Yes, it has some expected communication issues expected for a mutual pining fic but just the right amount. Love this fic.

through the warmth, through the cold (keep running til we're there) by fleurdeliser

Five months into his travels, Wei Wuxian gets word that Lan Wangji has disappeared. Everything changes.

Absolutely lovely

lightning in a bottle by nighimpossible

Wei Wuxian does not need a bodyguard, thank you very much.

Your good old hot bodyguard fic.

Dimples by bodhan

Wei Wuxian sees something very interesting on Lan Xichen's face when he smiles, and concludes that Lan Zhan must share this feature. So begins his mission to make Lan Zhan smile.

Lan Xichen is mischievous.

Lan Qiren suffers.

And Lan Wangji is fondly exasperated.

Short and sweet

F.U.N Run by malkinmalkout

Track star Wei Ying finds the positive side of his leg injury when it offers the perfect opportunity to befriend his physical therapist roommate Lan Zhan.

Or modern AU where Lan Zhan seduces Wei Ying with medical massages.

Very nice fic where the idiots in question just need a little push.

say my name by fruitys

“Wei Wuxian, what have you done,” he moans aloud, anxiously carding his hands through his hair. If the discarded drafts are anything to go by… he had said… well, he had said everything he had been so careful not to say. For the past year, for the month at the Cloud Recesses after Guanyin Temple, for every moment when he had looked at Lan Zhan and felt flowers blooming in his chest. For every moment he had wanted to say: Lan Zhan, don’t leave me. Let me stay with you.

Or: Wei Wuxian has a revelation, and then he does something about it.

Very, very sweet

The Ritual by nightwalker

Lan Xichen asks Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to participate in a ritual for the protection of the Cloud Recesses. There may be some ulterior motives going on.

You know I think this is the best of like. Ceremonial sex.

180 centimeters by Ceta

Wei WuXian is not small or short or anything of the sort, but Lan WangJi looks at him at times and takes in his slighter shoulders, how easy it is to press his lips to his forehead, the way his arms can wrap around Wei WuXian and envelope him completely, the way he is allowed to do this — and he thinks, and he is overcome.

Lan WangJi’s world is 180 centimeters tall.

They are in love your honor, that's the fic

Take Root, Come Home by piecrust

Living with Wei Ying is a dream come true – Lan Wangji has nothing to complain about…

Except.

Except one thing. A small… thing.

Mhmm yeah a good fic. Really unpacks their happily ever after

Look Not With The Eyes by Spodumene

Wei Wuxian returns from his travels to join Lan Wangji on a routine night hunt, but when things take an unexpected turn, Wei Wuxian will have to fight for what he's really looking for.

The good old The Untamed post-canon where feelings are unravelled.

Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl

Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Zhan is the same Lan Zhan as before, but also so, so different. This Lan Zhan is soft for him. This Lan Zhan has a set jaw and a steely look in his eye, ready to fight anyone who gets in Wei Wuxian's way. This Lan Zhan puts up no fronts - it almost hurts to look at him, he's so open.

Wei Wuxian looks at this Lan Zhan, and he wonders.

(i.e., Wei Wuxian tries real hard to use his two brain cells to figure out if Lan Zhan likes-him, likes-him or not.)

This fic was basically lwj making out with wwx and wwx being like hmmm is this like a bromance or what. Multiple times with the making out part rapidly growing more and more intimate.

Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl

"I don't want to really date anyone. It's so stupid, I just need to pretend date someone until Jiang Cheng gets his act together, then go back to my own life." He stares at his empty coffee cup.

"Date me," Lan Zhan says. Then he looks at Wei Ying's empty cup. "Would you like another cup of coffee?"

"Always," Wei Ying says automatically. "But wait, what."

"I'll get you another cup." Lan Zhan rises smoothly from the table.

"No, wait, hang on." Wei Ying grabs his wrist before he can take the cup and Lan Zhan freezes up, staring down at where Wei Ying is hanging on to him. "Fuck, sorry, I'll—" Wei Ying hastily lets go of his wrist. "Sorry, I—what did you mean?"

"I can pretend to date you," Lan Zhan says. "You take it with cream and sugar, correct?"

Mwuah your good old fake dating fic that got everything fake dating trope brings in all the right ways

The Pearl by musicmillennia

A dragon's pearl has untold power. Perhaps enough to replace someone's golden core.

Very cool dragony fix-it

#wangxian #wangxian fic rec #fandom #mdzs fic recs #thats it folks i think ive done with wangxian fics #i havent read any recently published but everything until like. idk. 2023? is covered i guess

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laura1633 · 9 months ago

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ok i just love oblivious omega max that lots of alphas on the grid are trying to court and he just doesn‘t realize. he only has eyes for charles. and he a 100% just thinks the alphas are being nice to him with no further intentions😭 him coming back to his hotel room with charles (or i guess they‘d be unofficial and the others are not even trying to challenge charles but they think max is single and he always gets everyones hopes up (unknowingly) lmao) and he‘s just like charlie look! i got these flowers! and this bouquet too, how pretty! oh and chocolate boxes and they happen to be my fave?! that’s really nice from them! 😊 and oh i also got this too hehe!😃

and charles isn‘t sure at first if max is fucking with him and trying to make him jealous but then realizes that, no, max really doesn‘t get what all those gifts and niceties mean. at some point weeks later he can‘t take it anymore and just goes max baby they are not just being nice, they are all trying to fuck you!!! and max is like😳oh.

You definitely get the 'oblivious Omega Max' vision anon!!

At first Charles thinks Max is teasing him or making him jealous because there is no way that Max is that oblivious to how hot he is and how the alpha's tongues are practically hanging out of their mouths whenever they come near him. The longer it goes on the more Charles realises that Max is 100% unaware.

Charles really tries not to tell Max because he thinks it's cute how Max is just enjoying his gifts and he doesn't want to spoil that for him but the gifts keep getting larger and there are just more and more alphas chasing Max. Charles sees alphas carrying Max's things through the paddock for him or handing over their jacket to keep him warm, he even sees alphas growling and getting aggressive with each other as they trip over themselves trying to get to Max. Charles decides he has to break it to Max because there is going to end up being a full scale fight for his attention.

Max is completely and utterly shocked!

#anon asks #Oblivious Omega Max

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I definitely see your vision of borzoi feixiao; your ideas are always so well thought out and fun to read about. Off-topic, but while I do enjoy a lot of sharahu fanart, I actually don't like sharahu as a ship too. It is interesting to witness but I do agree with your own thoughts about sharahu. It does suck to see a character you adore get mischaracterized by other fans; I sympathize with that sentiment. To be honest, while I see the appeal of Shalom, she sadly isn't a character I really gel with. I am much more of a Rahu person (& Cinnabar too 😋). Speaking of butchxbutch, I actually ship the niche pairing of Cinnabar X Rahu. They are both dog-coded bodyguards, so I thought the pairing made sense. Anyway, good luck on pulling 000 & Shalom!

- 🏇

shalom is definitely not for everyone lmao and that's totally fair !!! she has several screws loose and some concerning behaviors but i adore her for them <333 anywho, rahucinna is interesting... i think it'd be cool if they met after maybe being assigned the same person to guard by the chief. i think they'd respect each other on a professional level, and probably become pretty solid friends by the end of the mission. i also feel like it'd be an interesting path to explore with rahu (character who has lost pretty much all her family) finding these platonic/familial connections again with cinnabar and alyosha's crew. i think the burn would be astronomically slow with these two, but i think cinna falls first because she admires rahu for the other sinner's strength and will, though cinna also seems to me like the type who wouldn't confess unless held at gunpoint. rahu on the other hand is completely and utterly oblivious so, uh... godspeed cinnabar lmao N E WAY that's enough rambling from me, and thank you for the well wishes !!! i managed to get all the characters i was going for and s5 my beloved wife <333 hope your pulls go well too if you're doing them anonnie !!!

#sev.responses #🏇 anon

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jerzwriter · 10 months ago

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I hope you have a day full of love and sunshine - you deserve nothing less! Thank you for always caring about others and spreading joy - even when it's not the easiest thing to do. Thank you for always, always being there for me, and for simply being you. It was a very, very good day when you entered this world, ma'am. We're all better for it!

I hope you enjoy this beautiful art from @callmebeem. Olivia deserved some love today, too. You know darn well Merida & Casey would never let her day slip by uncelebrated, so here's a little fic for you - I hope it makes you smile. Sending you a huge hug and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Something Sweet

In some ways, it was a typical Boston morning. The Paramount Diner was bustling with city-dwellers grabbing sustenance before heading to work. The clattering of dishes, morning news blaring from the TV, and a mixture of North End and Brahmin accents shouting orders to Joey, who manned the grill, was not out of the ordinary. The unusual thing was our chatty little crew could actually hear it.

It had become a Wednesday morning tradition. Ethan and Bryce headed there right after the gym; Merida and Olivia stopped by before work, and Casey and Tobias arrived just after... well... you know. Olivia had dubbed them the “breakfast besties,” and Ethan did his best to prevent rolling his eyes every time he heard it. On a typical morning, there would be at least three different conversations taking place, each trying to yell over the other, and anything happening outside of their table would be a misty blur.

But today, you could hear a pin drop. It could be attributed to a late case that left Tobias, Casey, Ethan, and Merida with very little sleep. Or it might have to do with the flight they had to catch in three hours. Perhaps Bryce had a case of nerves over the surgery he had been called to assist on at U Mass Memorial. The rare procedure was being streamed live to nearly every major hospital and medical school in America. No pressure there. The only one who appeared to have a normal day ahead was Olivia, and that was the problem.

Bryce scowled in an utterly oblivious Ethan's direction. But the curmudgeonly doctor couldn’t ignore the handsome, young surgeon when he blurted out, “I can’t believe you had to make this presentation today... of all days!”

Merida looped their arm with Ethan’s and leaned in close.

“Hey, you know I’m the last one who would typically rush to his defense, but I don’t think Ethan had anything to do with scheduling the AMA symposium.”

“And while I’m the next to last person to rush to his defense,” Tobias jumped in. “I can confirm he wasn't on their selection committee, either. So he wasn’t the one that invited us to present.”

Ethan reached for his coffee with a shake of his head. “Thank you both... I think.”

Across the table, Olivia was growing increasingly uncomfortable. “Guys, it’s OK. We’ve been over this before... I don’t mind.”

“Well, I mind,” Bryce frowned, and Ethan couldn't hold back anymore.

“Lahela, for what it’s worth, I’m not responsible for you being asked to assist on a pulmonary autograft at U Mass either.”

“I know,” Bryce unreasonably tried to reason. “But if you didn’t have the symposium today, I wouldn’t have to worry about Olivia being alone at Edenbrook on her birthday!”

“Bryce,” Olivia comforted. “It’s all right. I’m a big girl, and we’re all celebrating this weekend. It’s OK.”

And it was. She was an adult, after all, not only an adult but a doctor, just like the others. It would be silly to think that their busy worlds would stop just because it was her birthday. But if she was completely honest, she was a little sad that she wouldn’t see any of their faces in Edenbrook today.

“It’s all right,” Casey said, tapping Olivia’s knee. “We are going to spoil the heck out of this beauty on Saturday.”

“Damn straight we are,” Merida chimed in. “We have an epic spa day planned, with bottomless mimosas to boot! You guys are lucky if we remember to meet you for dinner after!"

“Oh, you’ll remember,” Tobias chuckled. “If you think Casey will forget meatballs at Carmelina's, you’re bugging.”

Ethan let out a sigh. "Is this where someone makes an obnoxious comment about these two and meatballs."

"Only you," Casey teased. "You really need to stop being such an adolescent, Ramsey!"

Ignoring the exasperated expression on Ethan's face, Casey turned to Olivia.

“I love that we share a favorite restaurant.”

“Of course we do,” Olivia grinned. “We have exquisite taste!” She turned to Bryce and lovingly brushed his hair away from his eyes. “Honey, as far as I’m concerned, Saturday is my birthday, and it will be great. Today... it’s just another Wednesday.”

After giving Olivia a dozen kisses, Bryce left directly for U Mass while the others headed to Edenbrook. Olivia had a busy day ahead, and her friends were checking in on patients before their flight. But Casey couldn't help but feel sad when she watched Olivia walk away.

“I know I said it doesn’t matter, but I was just trying to look at the bright side. Honestly, I hate that we won't be here for Liv’s birthday.”

“Yeah,” Merida soughed. “I feel the same way. Of all days for us to all be away.”

“In reality, we’d all be busy working anyway, but at least we could take little moments throughout the day to make her feel special, you know?”

Merida tapped their pen on the desk. That glimmer that appeared in their eyes whenever an idea struck suddenly appeared. “Come with me!" Merida said, grabbing Casey's hand. "I have an idea.”

~~~~~

Several hours later, Bryce was focused on his surgery as the other's plane touched down in Cleveland. Olivia grabbed her folders from the nurses’ station, surprised to find a bright pink envelope on top of the stack.

With a gentle smile, she put the note in her pocket and continued with her day. Before she knew it, she was ready to sign off for lunch when Nurse Laura handed her an envelope.

“What’s this?” Olivia asked. “I’m not waiting on any results?”

“Not sure,” Laura shrugged. “But I was given strict orders to get that to you right before you headed to lunch.”

Olivia opened the envelope to find an ecru sheet of fine stationery, a note with penmanship not typically associated with a doctor inside.

Olivia beamed as she held the note close to her heart. She was filled with warmth, and not just because she was anxious for the delicious Penne.

“Laura, you have lunch now, don’t you?”

“I do,” the nurse nodded.

“Good! Join me! Carmelina’s portions are more than enough for two, and trust me! You’ll love this!”

~~~~~

The day was busier than usual, so it passed by in a flash, and now, it was time to go home. She just had to make one stop at the nurse's station, to pick up the beautiful flowers Bryce had delivered. But it looked like her surprises weren’t over yet. An adorable pink box from Little Miss Cupcape sat next to her flowers, a colorful note affixed.

The nurses watched on silently as Olivia’s eyes began to tear. “Your friends really love you,” Laura smiled.

“I know,” Liv blushed. “Leave it to them to make me feel special from seven hundred miles away.”

She gathered up her belongings when Laura reminded her of just one more thing... there was no way the nurses were letting her leave before they got to sing.

I hope you enjoyed this, Dani. I know this isn't the easiest birthday for you, but I still hope you find joy in special little moments throughout the day—just like Olivia did here.

Sending you the biggest of hugs! xoxo

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!!!!#open heart #open heart choices #olivia hadley #bryce lahela #bryce x olivia #ethan ramsey #ethan x merida #tobias carrick #tobias x casey #playchoices

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745voiceofthepeople · 1 year ago

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So in regards to the drabble you just posted what is Zuko's reaction to Azula showing up to end the coup solely because she's seduced by Katara?

Do Azula and Zuko ever reconcile?

While I do believe that Zuko would have two main responses. First annoyance that he needs Azula at all and second I think Zuko would be utterly flabbergasted that Azula and Katara are together at all.

While I wound go so far as to call Zuko self absorbed or anything of that ilk, he can be fairly oblivious to the goings on in other people’s lives. So Katara being a lesbian, his sister being a lesbian. It completely blindsided him.

To Zuko, Azula and Katara go from trying to kill each other one day, to making the palace wake up from the loud sounds in Azula’s bedroom in like a week. It both confuses and also soemwhat traumatizes him!

Zuko also may be upset originally that Azula decides to help, not for him. But rather because Katara convinced (read seduced) her to do so.

Of course once he learns more about Azula (frankly justified) resentment of him and her reasons for it, Zuko may begin to understand why it took Katara and her wily wily ways to convince Azula. Or he may very well bury his head further under the sand and attempt to increases the grudge match between them. The childhood rivalry engineered by Ozai. Not that Azula wouldn’t attempt to do likewise of course.

As for reconciliation, I can see Azula and Zuko dancing around one another, until they get into a large fight. Afterwords, the two would go to their significant others (Katara and maybe Mai?). Who convince them to give another talk a try.

Azula would probably also get some good will, for basically saving Zuko’s reign for him. Now that I think about it, this Drabble isn’t dissimilar to your story “the things we do”.

More humorous is this scenario. You see during the Peloponnesian war, the war (well series of wars) had a very averse effect on the city of Athens. Famine, disease, and what have you ravaged the city and its populace. Tired of the fighting, the wives of the Athenian soldiers asked their husbands to stop the fighting. They refused and kept fighting the Peloponnesian league of Polis. Angered the wives organized and decided (collectively) to withhold sex until their husbands agreed to stop the fighting. The standoff didn’t last long and the Athenian soldiers agreed to stop fighting. For that war at least…

I can see something similar happening in Drabble Au. With both Katara and (presumably) Mai having a pact to refuse Azula and Zuko bedroom fun, until the idiots agree to talk.

This talk would be harsh on both sides originally. Both have justified resentments for the other. But I can see after talking with each other, and with their wives Azula and Zuko would finally be able to reconcile and forgive the past. It just might take a while. Due to many hurt feelings, attempts to kill each other, the whole shebang.

To get slightly Nsfw, I can also see Katara spanking Azula until she agrees to give talking to Zuko a try. Of course that could have the opposite effect of getting Azula to ignore/belittle her brother even more. Not that Katara would exactly complain if it did!

Thanks for the ask @itspronouncedjulia !!! I hope I have satisfied your queries.

And thanks also for answering the Atla/house of the Dragon ask!

#azutara #ask

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eggmacguffin · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! Who are your top 5 favorite Haikyuu!! characters and why? If I may ask??

oh wow hi!!!!! these explanations might not be very clear or succinct BUT that is because they come from the heart. because that's where haikyuu lives.

5) Hinata&Kageyama. I put them here as a unit because that is what they are. neither one makes my list separately. it takes both of them together to make it to the top. they make eachother better. Is there anything more romantic than a high school sports rival? Was your soulmate foretold to you by your last remaining parental figure shortly before they died? Did you find hope, outclassed in a world of giants, because someone incredible saw your potential and uplifted you? Have you ever changed someone's life so utterly and completely? Now consider: What if that guy sucked and you hated him?

4) Kyoutani. I love him as a character and as a narrative device. you meet him around the point that you start to think that seijoh has nothing to offer outside of oikawa and the third years, and then this crazy fool bursts onto the scene and the whole universe is suddenly full of weird, unpredictable promise. He's insane. him and yahaba are gonna fucking kill each other next year. NEXT

3) Daichi. He's a good fucking senpai. Valor and Simplicity. Back of a captain. For your given haikyuu character, to consider Daichi a worthy opponent (which he always is) is to fall a little bit in love with him. I always forget how much I love him until it's a Daichi Episode and suddenly I'm foaming at the mouth. Every opposing captain wants to kiss him with tongue. prove me wrong. NEXT

2) Ushijima. King of autism. I love that he's an oblivious six foot tall volleyball machine with fluff in his brain. He's so literal, he's so stoic. They build him up as this big scary monster, oikawa (jerk)'s nemesis and then he is literally JUST a guy. more than that, he's JUST a weirdo teenager, just like everyone else. Miracle boy wakatoshi. NEXT

1) Tsukishima Kei. He is the definition of a platonic male tsundere. He's such a bitch. He picks the dumbest fucking hill to die on in the name of ruining his own life, and then he grows out of it because he learns caring about stuff is worth the risk of being hurt, and because it's a sports manga, the thing he allows himself to care about is volleyball. He enchants me. He is my muse. There will never be another character so smart and so stupid and so prideful and so self-defeating, ever, anywhere, in anything. he's my hamlet.

so, thanks for the ask! I blacked out and this list appeared. I hope it is everything you wanted, or barring that, at least some sort of explanation. P&L

#haikyuu!!#no one has talked to me about haikyuu in so long #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #sawamura daichi #ushijima wakatoshi #kyoutani kentarou #gimmeabraig

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empressofthesunwriter · 8 months ago

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Kill La Hero: 03

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 3: My Hero

“Worst movie ever!”

“I mean, the effects were nice, but-”

“Izu-Chan just admit that it was shit it’s not that hard.”

“The day the boy curses is the day the world ends.”

“So sassy, Ares, when did you wake up?”

From his place in the shadows Ogura Goro, a lowlife and perverted man, watched the beautiful salmon-haired girl with the big tits and her frail-looking companion with the wild green hair coming out of the cinema.

He licked his lips.

Oh, she was just perfect.

Her Quirk seemed to be the sentient ribbon on her hair, nothing he couldn’t handle.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her tight virgin pussy.

Then maybe he would fuck the tight asshole of the boy.

Goro didn’t have any preferences.

He just needed a quick fuck to get energy back.

Who cares if he liked minors?

For his Quirk “Intime” it didn’t care.

He just needed to fuck someone, sucking so their life force out and making it his own.

Like this, he would be stronger enough to join them.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait.

Goro follows them.

The two teens seemed to go to a ramen place.

Tzz, tzz.

Still this late out and now going to eat something?

It was their fault for staying out so long at night and becoming his next victim.

Unknow of the danger they were in right now Michi, Izuku and Ares discussed the movie they had watched.

It had been a late-night premiere of an action-hero movie, with a lot of explosions and too little plot.

Michi was the most pissed.

The trailer had looked promising. She had hoped the movie would have been good enough to set the mood with Izuku.

They have known each other now for a year.

A wonderful year, full of laughter, tears and dreams together.

Never in her life did she feel so close to a person as to Izuku.

They just...clicked.

So, she was utterly and stupidly in love with her best friend.

This meant it was time to make him her boyfriend.

Just...Izuku was so innocent and unsure about girls.

Even after a year of friendship with her!

Her flirts got over his head and touching his hand nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, so, yeah, she had needed a new plan.

It came last week with the trailer for this failure of a movie.

A movie date!

And then eating something!

Who cared that the movie ended at 10 p.m.?

Michi and Ares were more than capable of protecting them.

Only because of this, their parents allowed them to go on this "date".

Well, it wasn't a date.

The glass-wearing girl was pretty sure if she told Izuku straight she wanted to wine and dine him he would die.

Just, poof.

Death.

No, she had to be delicate about it.

So she planned this friendship day to celebrate they had known each other for a year now and hoped it would set the mood.

It didn't.

The movie was so stupid, they all fell asleep.

At least Michi hoped their favourite Ramen Place would save this outing.

Bitching about the movie to Izuku and Ares, she didn't note the menace and sick eyes that followed them.

If she had, she would have acted on it.

But, this was not the case.

They just entered the restaurant, placed their normal order and complained some more about the movie.

Never noticing how Goro had followed them into the restaurant and sat down in a dark corner. He just waved the waiter away.

The man was hungry for something different.

Then his chance came.

Big Tits stood up and moved to the bathroom.

This was it.

He followed her.

***

Izuku had since they had come out of the movies a weird feeling.

He was used to people looking down at him, so he noted looks his way.

Just this look... made him scared.

Not for him, but for Michi.

She seemed completely oblivious to it, more busy with telling him why the movie had been so terrible.

Not that he didn't agree with her, however, he was wondering if he was just imagen things.

Both Michi and Ares were good at sensing danger...maybe he was just hyper-alert because it was the first time he was out this late at night.

Yeah, this was it.

Sadly the feeling didn't pass either when they sat down in their favourite ramen place.

Was he going crazy?

Their food came, but he tasted nothing. All felt like ash in his mouth thanks to his body being in fight-or-flight mode.

His crush asked him if he was alright and he just said he wasn't hungry.

If he was only imagen things, he didn't want to scare Michi.

"I have to go to the bathroom.", told him Michi. "Need a new tampoon."

Like always this made him cringe.

Gods!

Michi had sometimes no filter.

He didn't need to know she was on her period.

Sometimes he felt she was doing it on purpose to make him blush.

Last week she told him he looked like a cute strawberry when he blushed and she wanted to eat him.

He had told her, he wasn't on the menu and cannibalism was wrong.

Strangely she seemed to die inside, while Ares had laughed long and loud.

Izuku still wondered what this was all about.

Whatever, Michi made her way over to the bathroom and he took a sip of his glass water.

That's when he noted she had forgotten her purse.

Where her tampoons were.

Sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do.

Blushing like a pepperoni he picked up the purse and walked in the direction of the woman's bathroom.

Michi needed her tampoons and he would give her them.

He wouldn't be a great hero if he couldn't even handle helping a girl with such a problem.

Just, the closer he got to the bathroom, the more he heard noise.

It sounded like someone was fighting!

A male, cruel voice telling someone to shut up.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

That was Michi's scream!

Without thinking Izuku stormed into the woman's bathroom.

What he saw would haunt him for a long time.

A dirty older man, pinned Michi down on the floor, trying to get her pants off her.

His crush fought with anything she got, but the man held her hands over her head and sat so on her legs that she couldn’t kick him off.

Ares was thrown away in a corner.

Lifeless.

The entity couldn't do anything when he wasn't connected to Michi. Without body contact with his host, he was just a normal ribbon.

"Don't make it worse for you, little bitch!", hissed the man...no the monster to her, wiggling her pants further down.

Michi cried out in anger and fear.

And Izuku saw red.

He didn't know where it came from, but he rammed the man and got him off of Michi then he started to punch him over and over in the face.

His knuckles were getting bloody, yet Izuku didn't care.

He didn't care!

This bastard wanted to hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible!

HE WOULD MAKE HIM PAY!

Breathing deeply and fighting her tears Michi watched how Izuku, frail, small, Izuku, who she needed to protect, turned the rapist's face into a bloody pulp.

She never knew this side of him.

Thank god, he had come after her.

Izuku had saved her from the worst.

The girl ran over to Ares and put him back in his place.

"What the?", asked Ares confused, like always when they got separated.

"Ares, no time, bind the man Izu-Chan is currently punching!"

Stupified Ares did as told, so Michi could drag Izuku away from the rapist.

"It's okay, Izuku.", she murmured. "I'm okay, you saved me."

Blood dripped from his knuckles and he breathed heavily, yet hearing her voice made him feel calmer.

The rapist had long since fainted, thanks to Izuku's punches.

In the end, they called the police who took the rapist into custody.

They praised Izuku for his fast acting, yet reminded him, he was lucky that the rapist didn't was in full power with his quirk.

Had he been it, it could have gone out bad for him.

"Rather me, then her.", Izuku proclaimed determined, which made Michi blush touched, but also angry.

No one should hurt the love of her life this way, even if he wanted to protect her.

She needed to get stronger.

Without Ares, she was practically quirkless.

It was time to change things.

***

The next day Michi visited Izuku in the morning since it was Sunday.

He hadn't even opened the door when Michi began: "Izu-Chan, remember when we talked about becoming heroes?"

A bit confused he nodded.

"Ask me again."

"What ask you?"

"You know what boy.", added Ares seriously.

Then it hit Izuku.

He fought off the tears before he asked shaking: "Can I… be a hero, too?"

"You already are a hero.", answered Michi, also with tears in her eyes. "You saved me yesterday. You are MY hero and will be the best hero in the whole world!"

Crying Izuku sunk down to his knees.

All my life...all my life I just wanted someone to believe in me...and she even says I'm HER hero...I love you so, so, much, Massaro Michi.

The girl followed him down and embraced his crying form, also shedding tears.

"You will be amazing, I know that!"

"Not...not... without you!", he disagreed and looked into her red eyes. "Michi let's become heroes together."

A big smile formed on Michi's face and she nodded.

"Together then!"

Inko who had watched the whole scene from afar couldn't help but cry. Michi gave her son what he wanted...she would be the perfect daughter-in-law.

"Okay, if we are going to be the top hero, it's time for training!", decided Michi, after she helped Izuku get up from the floor.

"Huh? Training?"

The girl made a heroic pose.

"Yes, Izu-Chan. We need to get stronger. I already joined a Kung Fu class. You should do the same!"

"I don't know if this is the right thing for me."

"Then put on your sports clothes, we are going jogging!"

"What right now?"

"No, next Tuesday, boy."

"Oh, okay."

"Of course now!", told Michi and Ares together, making Izuku jump a little.

And so their hero journey began!

***

One year later…

It was a beautiful spring day.

Chery blossom floated down and the sun shined warm on the skin of the people.

A smiling Izuku was holding a sleepy Michi's hand, walking with her to school.

Michi nearly walked on the street, but Izuku stopped her.

“Did you not sleep well, Michi-Kun?” he asks her worriedly.

The girl tries hard to keep her eyes open.

It works half the time.

“I had to study for math, Izu-Chan,” was the brief answer.

Ah, Michi and math.

It was the bane of her existence, right after Ares, she always told him.

Amused he simply grips her hand a little tighter and leads them further on the way to school.

Still a bit sleepy Michi muses about how a year ago Izuku would have died by skin contact and now he could hold her hand.

He deserved a price.

And the price would be soon her, naked, in his bed, if all progressed nicely.

“You wouldn't be this tired if you didn’t decide to play video games for hours after learning math.”, reminds Ares.

Michi stares up her head, meeting the black eyes of her dark pink bow.

“Shut up, Ares!”, she growl. “I don’t listen to a perverted bow!”

“Perverted!”, he gasped appalled.

“You heard me right, ya creep!”

“Michi-Kun, Ares, please don’t start already.”, begs Izuku with his huge adorable green eyes.

Sadly that’s Michi and also Ares Kryptonite.

Math comes second.

Both love Izuku a lot and would do anything for him.

So they just grumble half-heartily sorry to each other.

They reached Tatooin-Station where a giant man was standing.

Automatically they stop.

"Ahh…!", gasped Izuku. "That’s a huge villain!"

"And ugly.", added Michi and Ares.

***

“And this was the start of us becoming the greatest heroes of all time!”

The current number one and number two husband and wife duo Deku and Atheres.

***

#my hero academia #own character #ocs #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #izuku x oc #deku #mha deku #bnha deku #kill la kill #quirks #bnha #kacchako #katsuki x ochako #ochako x bakugou

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ventricide · 1 year ago

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quotes from the "soup of the day” segments of the unfiction platforming game, diminish! reposted to feature more quotes. feel free to adjust context, pronouns, and wording as needed.

˚₊· GAZPACHO.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Gazpacho! ❞

❝ I tried gazpacho exactly once. Wasn’t my thing. I’m sure it’s lovely for those who are into it. ❞

❝ But I just… among other things, the whole ‘cold soup’ deal just wasn’t for me. ❞

❝ I eat soup to be warmed. Honestly, it’s the only reason I've ever craved soup. ❞

❝ When I think of cold soup, my mind only sees warmth that should have been there. ❞

❝ It might sound cheesy and awful, but I’m feeling a lot like cold soup today. Soup that definitely wasn’t meant to be cold. ❞

❝ I’m dripping away. I can feel it. My container is broken, and I'm leaking out. ❞

❝ I try so hard not to look at it, the seepage. The wax deforming, melting away, where a candle used to be. ❞

❝ I can’t even tell the difference. I don’t know if I'm the feeble candle or the leaky, useless soup cup. ❞

❝ Either way, I am cold. Some part of me is wet as it leaves. Leaving me vulnerable to the wind. ❞

❝ It’s not supposed to chill quite like this. ❞

❝ So today, I am best served cold. ❞

˚₊· LOBSTER BISQUE.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Lobster Bisque! ❞

❝ I was never into seafood at all. But LOBSTER…❞

❝ I won’t forget a single one of those evenings, when lobster was being cooked for dinner. ❞

❝ Some of those nights, all it took was one look at the steam, and I couldn’t bear to stay in the house. ❞

❝ Other nights, I was taken by some masochistic compulsion to enter the kitchen and watch them all roast alive. ❞

❝ Or maybe it was something different. A wavelength I was picking up on. The pure, primal energy emitted by the beings on the stove; their spiritual death screams. ❞

❝ There’s something about seeing creatures spending their final moments on earth burning in hell. Something that paralyzes you. Demands that you not look away. Demands that you be a witness. ❞

❝ I don’t know what I learned from those nights. I don’t know if there was anything to learn. ❞

❝ Not like that’d matter for much longer, anyway. Because I'm the one on the stove now. ❞

❝ Right now, I’m screaming with every fiber of my fucking being. And I really do hope someone is there to hear it. ❞

˚₊· TOMATO SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Tomato Soup! ❞

❝ I don’t know why I’m choosing only soups that aren’t my cup of (soup) tea. ❞

❝ Tomato soup is totally fine, but totally not for me. I never found much appeal in a soup that is basically just varying qualities of ‘liquid tomato.’ ❞

❝ Personally, I don’t wake up in the morning and think ‘Man, I sure wanna drink a tomato.’ ❞

❝ I can hear you right now, [ name ]. I KNOW. I get it. That’s not all it is. Good for you, bud. ❞

❝ But you know me. I prefer my food to be really dynamic; to have a lot of different things going on. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about people who base their entire personalities, their entire lives, around one thing. ❞

❝ It’s the reason I completely left social media. People on the internet are great at raising each other to die over and over on one hill. Dragging other strangers, unsolicited, onto their peaks and executing them there. ❞

❝ It seems like every single day, the average person has to meet their quota of execution and suicide. ❞

❝ Doesn’t matter the political side. The venue. The fandom. The issue. The importance. ❞

❝ Everything is some sort of holy war, and not one person can truly agree what the holy cause it. ❞

❝ They’re often utterly oblivious that they’re even doing it. They have no fucking clue what is happening because of them. ❞

❝ But it might be even worse when it’s calculated; when it’s part of some self-assigned mission. ❞

❝ People on each side of the battle only believe it’s harmful when the other side is doing it. Not a single one of them realizes that they’re a fucking idiot. That THEY are capable of great harm. ❞

❝ Great harm is WAY easier to cause then true good. Not a single person is immune to that. Not one. But they all believe they are, like some god on earth. ❞

❝ As the walls get nearer and nearer each day, I think very often about my hill. ❞

❝ I have no idea what the repercussions of my life are. What they will be. ❞

❝ I was only ever the sweet one; the encouraging one. The enabler. I based my whole personality around being The Nice Girl. ❞

❝ What is the runoff of that, when I perish on this hill? ❞

˚₊· HOT AND SOUR SOUP.

❝ The current Soup Of The Day is… Hot And Sour Soup! ❞

❝ Finally, we come upon a soup that I don’t mind at all. ❞

❝ Hot And Sour Soup is one of those things that delights me through its unabashed robustness. At least, that’s the case when it’s made properly. Plenty of times, a cook will hold back, unwilling to commit to a food that is supposed to make you cringe a little. ❞

❝ That happened way too often; the fear of allowing something to be what it is. It made me sad every time. ❞

❝ Because, again, it’s all too reminiscent of the way people tend to tick in general. ❞

❝ It’s amazing how our culture treats the idea of ‘cringe’ like it’s a fate worse than death. ❞

❝ I cannot begin to imagine what it’s like inside the mind of that sort of person. The person who sees anything that slightly deviates from their exact perception of what is natural, and their ‘kind’ solution is to call it ‘cringe.’ ❞

❝ And the terrifying thing is, somehow, this manages to influence the wider cultural perception of things at an alarming rate. ❞

❝ On this night in particular, I spend my disintegration thinking of these people and their victims. The people that anger at the sight of a person having a passion that isn’t theirs. The people who retaliate at the sight of a person showing ‘too much passion.’ ❞

❝ I’m reliving what they did to you in eighth grade. I’m 13 again, watching your colorful, unique imagination murdered in broad daylight every single day. I’m watching them rip apart the sonic dolls you took to school to help with your anxiety. ❞

❝ I’m listening to all of the cliques whisper about how you should never be treated seriously ever again, because you dipped carrots in peanut butter at lunch. ❞

❝ I’m coming home every night, watching your interest in everything you enjoyed wither away. ❞

❝ I’m feeling all of the exact things I felt then. But things are different now. Back then, I had a better outlet. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure the reason I was so dominant at states is because if I hadn’t put all those hours in the pool, I would’ve been in juvie, or worse. ❞

❝ But in doing so, I abandoned you at your weakest point. I left you to bleed out alone. ❞

❝ In the average person’s ideal world, the person you wanted to be does not exist. And they were so insistent, so single-mindedly determined, you had no choice but to believe them. ❞

❝ I watched my brother get turned into a zombie, just like the rest of them. ❞

❝ Suddenly, I am guaranteed to die without having the time to leave an influence of my own. ❞

❝ I will leave behind a world that is no less inclined to witch-hunt sources of ‘cringe’... and heroically mangle any truly challenging, inspired passion that stands in their way. ❞

❝ I will die knowing that every day, some kid out there will continue to be led to the same fate as you. ❞

❝ The weirdos will be muscled into a form that everyone else desires, and their song will die out. ❞

❝ I wonder just how many of them will end up like [ name ], when they realize society will always make it a constant, miserable war to exist as themselves. ❞

❝ I miss [ name ] each and every day. I recall that night I convinced you not to follow in their lead. ❞

❝ And I try to remember simply how important it is that you are alive. ❞

❝ I think about how your death would’ve made absolutely no impact at all on how the cringers treat life. ❞

❝ But hey, at least you stopped eating carrots with peanut butter. Society at its finest. Justice truly prevailed. ❞

❝ … I want you to do something for your stupid dead sister, alright? ❞

❝ Get a carrot and dip it into some peanut butter. And take a bite. ❞

❝ You don’t have to enjoy it as much as you used to. You don’t have to finish it. ❞

❝ I just want to fall asleep tonight pretending you won that battle. ❞

❝ I want to imagine, for just a moment, that people tried desperately to destroy you over something you ate at lunch… and they failed. ❞

˚₊· POTATO SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Potato Soup! ❞

❝ I’m so sorry, [ name ]. You don’t have to read this one. ❞

❝ I welcome it. It’s okay. At least I wrote it out. ❞

❝ As we know, thick, creamy soups in general were never a pastime of mine. ❞

❝ Few things ruin a healthy diet faster than a ferociously creamy sauce or broth. ❞

❝ Of course the taste is decadent; the result of a lavish blend of many deeply flavorful things. ❞

❝ But after my body was meticulously programmed into being a Sports Machine, foods like Potato Soup were rejected, like incompatible fuel. ❞

❝ The day I realized I could no longer eat creamy burritos without quickly being overcome by nausea was a dimly depressing day. ❞

❝ Yet it never bothered me TOO much, because it was just proof that the training was paying off, and I was truly getting fit. ❞

❝ In the moment, I didn’t actually notice all the sacrifices I was making. ❞

❝ I was so obsessed, none of that entered my mind. ❞

❝ I was able to dismiss things like potato soup as overstuffed; even irresponsible. The food choices of lesser people. ❞

❝ I sat upon my throne at the dining tables, with my carefully constructed meals, judging the contents of everyone else’s plates. Now and then, I remember a time when my plates were like theirs. ❞

❝ I thought to myself that maybe someday, once my Gold Medal Days were done, I’d go for some of those dishes again. ❞

❝ Those days didn’t end the way I’d imagined. ❞

❝ And now I am starkly, perpetually aware that there is no reason left for me to avoid unhealthy foods. ❞

❝ And yet, the mere thought of gorging myself on delicacies on the pretense of ‘it doesn’t matter now’... just might be the most depressing thought that has entered my mind during this entire experience of dying. ❞

❝ The moment I dig into an ice cream sundae, or a double-decker burger… that would be the moment the dream actually dies in my heart. ❞

❝ So I cling dissonantly to that throne at the dining table, like the most self-absorbed of royalty. ❞

❝ God knows how much I would kill to bathe in the taste of a great pizza again, before the end. ❞

❝ God knows that my stupid motherfucking brain will not allow me to enjoy that, even if I tried. ❞

❝ This exact experience is SO perfectly engineered to be my hell before death, it’s almost hilarious. ❞

❝ You know what’s even more stupid and hilarious, though? My response, my big answer. ❞

❝ Which is… making this piece of shit game. Making this piece of shit torture device, that I just forced my best friend to suffer first-hand in some perverse, sadistic pact. ❞

❝ Making the worse, most unhealthy Potato Soup of all time out of my fucking corpse, and maniacally shoving the toxic, never-ending goop down your throat. ❞

❝ All the while, your body is rejecting the poison, but out of devotion, you refuse to regurgitate it. ❞

❝ And that is the legacy I have chosen for myself. I guess it’s no different from the way I lived. ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I’m really hungry. I’m craving pizza really bad. ❞

❝ I’m going to die soon. ❞

❝ I don’t think the pizza would help anything. ❞

❝ This didn’t really help either. ❞

❝ And as usual, I get the feeling I can’t maintain a cohesive logic between ANY parts of this game. ❞

❝ If all I’m doing is getting MORE confused, what was the point to any of this? ❞

❝ Time is running out, and i’m seeing less and less of a point to anything at all. ❞

❝ But you don’t have to listen to any of this. You still have time. You can still enjoy things simply for what they are. ❞

❝ I’ll try to focus on that. Even if it’s not true. ❞

❝ It’s all I really have left. ❞

˚₊· BEAN AND BACON SOUP.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Bean And Bacon Soup! ❞

❝ This is actually a soup I’ve never tried. It’s the favorite of [ name ]’s, though. [ name ]’s a foodie. ❞

❝ A pastime he enjoys, when things are slow and dreary, is asking people to guess his favorite soup. It always takes people about an hour to guess, and in the meantime, everybody has a nice moment talking about good soup. ❞

❝ It happens pretty often, with tons of different patients and families and supporters cycling through. ❞

❝ For a little while, everyone forgets how anxious they are. Somehow it hasn’t gotten old yet. ❞

❝ Some people just have a natural way of making others comfortable. I find that this sort of person is so much rarer than is often romanticized. ❞

❝ I think a ton of people fancy themselves as being that sort of person. I don’t think that’s expressly their fault. ❞

❝ We’re taught as members of society that a lack of engagement equals death. But it leads to every public space being inevitably occupied by people who think they’re the lifebringers.❞

❝ It doesn’t have to boil down to that. I think a lot of people just have to talk all the time to survive. ❞

❝ But it really strikes me these days, how rarely someone’s voice isn’t poisonous. ❞

❝ Most times, all you need is one look at someone, and you immediately can tell that they would interpret a preference for privacy and quietude as degeneracy and inferior upbringing. ❞

❝ There’s a fine line between sociableness and narcissism. ❞

❝ It’s unfortunate how rarely sociableness coexists with introspection. ❞

❝ When someone’s so busy talking, they don’t have the time to listen to what they’re saying, let alone contemplate why they’re saying it. That second part’s the real kicker. ❞

❝ I don’t think a lot of people have ever faced hard questions about themselves, and made the decision to not try talking their way around it. ❞

❝ The human brain is a marvel of science, but it’s also actually magical. It can conjure any facts it wants; any reality. On any whim. It will break any rule of the universe more effortlessly than moving a finger. ❞

❝ That’s the roulette gun we’re all given, being born with our brains that have this power. The ability to perceive reality in its raw state, and turn it into whatever we want. ❞

❝ It’s so funny that we were seemingly designed to be social beings when we cannot decide on the same reality. ❞

❝ In that way, I think the people who seek discussion the loudest are the ones who are the most alone. ❞

❝ They will never exist in a reality with anyone else but themselves. ❞

❝ But that makes people like [ name ] some of the most incredible marvels of our species. He talks because he listens. He can enter any room, with people both quietly reflecting and loudly ignoring, and for just a little while, he gets everyone on the same page. ❞

˚₊· CHICKEN BROTH.

❝ Today’s Soup Of The Day is… Chicken Broth! ❞

❝ They say that if broth is served, it is then official promoted. To treat broth as a meal is to automatically graduate it into souphood. ❞

❝ Lately, my appetite has changed a bit. ❞

❝ Suddenly, foods as light as broth often sound like they’ll hit the spot. And today, it seems as though even my thought trains run on the lightest of fuel. ❞

❝ Funnily, to me, chicken broth has never tasted ‘like chicken’. Chicken broth, or chicken stock, have always tasted like themselves. ❞

❝ It’s as if, when the essence of the chicken is absorbed into the surrounding water, something slightly different is created instead. And yeah. That’s literally the definition of broth. It’s something created from something else. ❞

❝ But somehow, that feels special when you actually think about it. ❞

❝ Because broth is about as fundamental, about as boring, as a food can get. And it’s generally associated, at least in societies like ours, with illness. Something to eat when you can’t really eat. ❞

❝ And it’s funny, though maybe not surprising, that my fading body wants it more often. ❞

❝ You know, Soup Of The Day was just a random thought. I didn’t actually have some grand plan behind it. ❞

❝ But maybe, subconsciously, some part of me knew exactly what my endgame looked like. ❞

❝ Imagining ourselves dying is like trying to imagine a brand new color. Like trying to correctly visualize the fifth dimension. But death is also one of the most basic things about us. ❞

❝ It’s very weird, [ name ]. I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round in a fever dream. ❞

❝ My brain is in chaos, but it’s looking for order more than ever. ❞

❝ … Remember [ name ]? That was the first time I really, truly recognized the five stages of grief. ❞

❝ As he deteriorated, we both had to learn how to survive death. ❞

❝ There was one thing I clung to, in that instinctive survival mechanism. ❞

❝ They say that animals, and cats especially, are better at knowing how to die. And cats need to be able to do it on their own, usually. Given space, they’ll go when they’re ready. ❞

❝ It was weird to be freed by that. And I don’t think It’s because I BELIEVED it. ❞

❝ In a way, it helped me realize how much I really loved him. Because after knowing him my whole life, I trusted him completely. ❞

❝ When he finally passed away on the living room table, I was so proud of him. ❞

❝ I wish I could feel as free, now that it’s me. ❞

❝ I wish I had a simpler brain, which didn’t notice every single bit of strength I’m losing. ❞

❝ I wish I weren’t thinking endlessly of all the things I suddenly will never do, ever again. ❞

❝ And most of all, I wish I weren’t suddenly reliving [ name ]’s last couple of weeks. ❞

❝ Because I will never know if he actually WAS okay with it happening to him. ❞

❝ Death makes it so, so hard to appreciate life. It makes it so, so easy to lose sight of the good memories. ❞

❝ Death is so powerful. It transcends. It is a black hole. And our instincts, as living beings, are programmed to fight death in every possible way… Except when our bodies are really freakin’ stupid and, like, make cancer cells or something. ❞

❝ But in some way, despite it seemingly like we’re not actually designed to die, when necessity strikes, our bodies scramble to whip up their own blueprints for it. ❞

❝ So when I notice the fact that my body doesn’t feel like thinking about food stronger than broth, somehow, my body just takes the little tinge of comfort and allows a small smile. ❞

❝ Maybe, by the time I die, I won’t have managed to make a huge difference in the world. But maybe my essence will seep out into the water. ❞

❝ My dreams die with me. I will never fulfill my bucket list. But the amount of time that exists after I die is, hopefully, a lot longer than my lifespan. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll be served to others. And that’ll complete me. ❞

❝ Maybe I’ll graduate into souphood yet. ❞

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