#I know that and YOU know that but he doesn't until like..... a few years later. canonically

[tsuyalovebot]

new person, same old mistakes.

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xia yizhou / caleb x reader.

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting). slightly nsfw (suggestive scenes but nothing explicit). modern au (present times, canon divergent, no evol). military veteran & pilot caleb. non-mc fem reader (use of she/her pronouns at some point). mentions of drinking.

mimi's missive: hello... i am back. also, please disregard any typos or errors. i wrote this in one sitting, in one hour because i needed to get this off my chest. also, this is probably the closest thing to a non-mc reader piece that i will ever write. knight caleb is on its way i promise, i've just been so busy. please have these crumbs instead, idk if i'll expand on it though. U( . . U)

Fuck — that's the first word that comes to Caleb's mind when he wakes up in his apartment to the faintest smell of a foreign perfume on his pillowcases and the memories of you from last night.

Caleb doesn't sleep around. Even before he was drafted and entered the Air Force, he never once fooled around with girls in middle school, high school. The most it ever reached was something beyond friendship but less than lovers with a girl. With her.

Something tender yet never tangible. Slipping through his fingers like morning dew that disintegrates at sunlight's first rays, he never once dreamt of anyone that wasn't her. From childhood to adulthood, the chambers of his heart were distorted to pump her name in morse code. A childhood friend, something more.

When he returned from his service, years and years of continual deployment, what greeted Caleb wasn't the arms of the girl he kissed when he had to leave. He was greeted by her, sure, but there was another man at her side. And she'd been beaming, eager to introduce him to her boyfriend.

A boyfriend. A boyfriend he didn't even know of from the rare times he could contact her. And Caleb would contact her. How could she fail to mention that she's now entangled with another guy?

It takes a while before he could recover from the shock of it all. PTSD weighs heavy on a veteran's mind, years and years worth of service that exhausts him beyond the physical and mental. Not even from that alone, but the sheer heartbreak and emptiness that came with seeing who he thought was the love of his life find her happiness with someone that wasn't him. Years worth of yearning for a girl who was always in his reach yet he never latched onto. What could he have done when he was seventeen and entered active duty with dreams of glory and clouds on blue canvases?

But he gets back on his feet, at the insistent voice in the back of his brain.

It'll take a while before he can get used to the hollow sensation of emptiness around his neck, a silver necklace that sits somewhere in his desk drawer neglected. A long while, before he could rediscover a purpose in life that wasn't inherently tied to her smile. He's still young, honorably discharged from his service with talented piloting skills under his belt. A passion for the skies, a love for aerospace engineering.

He'd find that spark again. And he did.

Caleb goes into civil aviation after a couple of years. Becomes a pilot, laughs it up with his crew and the countless connections he's made in the industry whenever they'd ask about his past career. After all, it was probably the most cliche thing a person could do after being in the Air Force. Really? Airlines?

In his thirties, he thinks he's healed. She doesn't haunt him as much as she did years ago. His chest feels lighter in the rare occasion she'd cross his mind. He could even go out with Gideon and his friends without hesitation now — though it's an entirely different thing to actively seek out partners.

The most he could fathom was sexual partners. Even then, he doesn't quite get it. Not until you.

And you're his worst fucking nightmare. Meeting at a club, catching a few drinks together. You aren't alone; you had girl friends, a full squad that kind of merged with his own on a night of him and old military mates catching up. Hypnotic yet casual, the conversation between the two of you felt natural. Right, and oddly comforting amidst his painfully blank resumé in the romance department.

He learned you graduated from a nice university in the state, tourism management or something along those lines. Caleb tells you of his time in Air Force, the time he spent in piloting school for civil aviation preparation. Banter here and there, a few casual touches of skin. A dance to the strobe lights on the dance floor.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking to him, maybe he was simply craving some sort of physical intimacy, but he sleeps with you. Jumps the gun a bit. Hours ago he'd been assured that he'd go yet another club night without sleeping with anyone or swapping spit. What a joke.

The next morning, you weren't in his bed. You most likely left far, far earlier than when he woke up, because your scent was practically fading away from the sheets when he sniffed the place where you slept. Totally not in a creepy way, by the way.

Truth be told, he doesn't remember every detail of that passionate night — the important tidbits, yes. The taste of you on his tongue, the softness of your body against his, how you looked up at him as you ran your mouth over his abdomen.

It was arguably the best night of his life. Ever. It was a thousand times better than what he ever dreamt of, the image of sex glorified and something he used to associate with her. But what transpired last night felt oddly intimate, shared breaths over ghosting lips. A rawness to a passion without bounds.

If it weren't for the several hastily placed bills on his bedside, Caleb would've gotten a hard-on right there at the memory.

You left money. Not even a note. Nothing else, simply money. Like he was some sort of cheap service worker pleading for a tip. Caleb scoffed a disbelieving laugh, yet he wasn't really mad about it, for some odd reason. He should feel offended at the implicit jab, but instead, he feels curious.

Unfortunately for him, not even Gideon nor his other friends knew your name. When he rang them up, they simply said stuff along the lines of you didn't even get her name before sleeping with her? or I got the names of her friends but none of their socials. It's disappointing, but he eventually gives up. Simply thinks of your face every now and then, fresh and memorable in his mind as the girl who rewrote some part of him in a one night stand.

But the thing is, he does meet you again. But it isn't at some club, late at night with a sultry ultramarine and fuchsia light glimmering over your face. It's a week or two after that night, when you're decked out in a flight attendant's uniform and he's the captain. He does a double take when his eyes land on you during the pre-flight briefing, stuttering momentarily when your eyes meet and his heart seems to pause.

Caleb doesn't know why he's panicking — he doesn't even know you. Isn't even sure if it's you, or if he's misremembering because you don't even bat an eye at him. Your gaze simply going to your fellow crew members, nudging elbows sometimes to exchange refreshing smiles with a tilt of your head and a windchime-like laugh.

His heart does that thing again. Arrhythmia. It is you.

Gideon laughs up a storm when Caleb calls him in a panic, and really, he isn't helpful at all. Caleb groans into the receiver, running a hand through his hair in exasperation as he paces around the crew room. Even then, he can't stop the odd smile tugging at his lips. He's found you. He doesn't know why that makes him happy — again, he doesn't even know you — but it does and he goes with it.

As per the airline, you all will be staying at the same hotel. Different rooms, of course, but same hotel nonetheless. More opportunities to potentially talk to you. He drowns out Gideon's harping laughter; the idiot was probably rejoicing over how Caleb was finally "getting some," as he so eloquently put it. Why were they friends again?

Regardless, after the flight, he does muster up the courage to talk to you. He walks up to you when you all are dropped off at the hotel lobby, his heart racing and mind spiraling despite his resolute expression. You're in the middle of talking to another flight attendant when Caleb taps your shoulder.

You earn a curious look from your friend, but you seem to take it in stride. You smile and accept his offer for a chat, telling your friend that you'll go up to your room in a bit. She leaves you, saying she'll go to one of the hotel cafes to wait for you, while the rest of the crew goes to the elevators. Leaving you and him in the lobby, your luggage in one hand and Caleb's luggage in his own.

Shit. His brain's blanking. What does he say?

"Ahem." He clears his throat with a cough, suddenly sheepish. His nerves claw at his nape in heated pinpricks, like the scalding sun. "Sorry to take up your time like this."

"It's nothing. Did you need something, Captain?"

The way you were looking up at him was polite, but dear God, it had Caleb thinking back to that damn night. Your smile of glossy pink, your eyes peeking from your lashes and your hand over his on the countertop. He wills himself to smile, albeit awkward.

"Uh, yeah, actually. It's— I'm not gonna ask you to do anything, of course," he rambles. God, he has absolutely no idea how to do this.

He clears his throat again. "But, I wanted to ask, have we met before?"

Caleb feels the visceral urge to gouge his own eyes out at that very moment. Really? Have we met before? The corniest sounding pick-up line in the history of flirting? He wants to cry, feels his embarrassment well up in a way it hasn't since he tripped over his own two feet in middle school but he somehow manages to keep his calm expression.

You, however, don't falter. Instead, you're remaining placid. Polite. Distant. He gets it — technically, this is still a working environment. But something about your nonchalance only exacerbates his flustered mentality.

You hum, tapping your nails on the handle of your luggage. "I don't think so."

His heart drops to his chest. Inhaling sharply, Caleb shakes his head despite the sting of rejection. His chest warms with newfound determination. "No, no. I think we have."

There's a bit of challenge in his tone. Something like assertion. It sparks something in you, clearly, because you narrow your eyes and something licks at the back of Caleb's neck at the scrutiny in your face.

"Then why'd you ask if you already had an answer?" You reply, dry.

Oh. Well. Caleb coughs, hacking like an old asthmatic man. He lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's just— I wanted to confirm. You look familiar, and I think we slept together?" He blurts out. Smooth, Caleb. Real fucking smooth. She's really gonna want to talk to you now. "And you kinda left money on my bedside table, so as much as I'm flattered that you think I was good enough to pay, I think I should return it, at least."

Your brows lift in surprise, like you didn't expect him to outright say it. Before you could reply, Caleb extends his phone to you with one hand.

"And I also wanted to ask if... I could get your number?" He adds your name on at the end, testing it from his mouth. He likes it. He's grateful to have learned it today by some odd serendipitous encounter in airlines and plane flights.

But then he notices it. The way your brows furrow deeply as you gaze at his phone, eyes flickering between something disbelieving and bitter before you scoff and look up at him.

"Are you serious right now?"

Caleb nearly flinches at your tone. It's biting, but he settles for a slight frown instead. "Did I say something wrong?"

The mysterious animosity comes off of you in ways as you cross your arms, pointedly glaring at him now. He feels like he's missing something, like he's forgotten something. Gone was the polite customer service smile, the warm look in those eyes of yours that drift in and out of his dreams. It makes him tense; you're looking at him like you can't stand him and he has absolutely no reason why.

You then sigh, breaking him out of his confused state. You turn your attention away from him, testing your grip on the handle of your luggage. "You know what, keep the money."

"What?"

"Keep it. You should put it into your therapy funds," you tack on, and Caleb feels some of his confusion fray into something more frustrated now. You aren't looking at him and giving him any answer.

"What are you— who are you to tell me that?"

You laugh, the sound grating on his ears. It isn't the charming one. Yet this one still feels as authentic as the other. Sparing him a glance, you take his phone from his hands and he's once again confused. Why did you seem so upset if you were just gonna put your number in anyway? Was this some new flirting tactic he wasn't aware of? Does he have that little game?

But then you're flipping his phone over, and in his clear phone case is a polaroid picture of him and her. He hasn't changed his case nor that photo in years. It was something as easy as breathing, someting natural and regular. Even though Caleb feels almost nothing when he sees it nowadays. He never once thought it would bite him in the ass like this.

His blood runs cold, blanching. Oh, fuck.

The smile you give Caleb is tight-lipped, not an ounce of mirth in your expression. "Next time you sleep with someone, try to not be a cheating asshole."

As you start to walk past him, you pat his chest while he stands there, dumbfounded.

"Maybe you could put the money into getting some Viagra too," you offer, faux sympathy and all. "They'll probably give you a discount if you mention how you moaned her name when you finished after fucking me, Cap."

The last thing Caleb thinks when you're long gone and off to the hotel café and he's finally snapped out of his mortification is, also, fuck.

[captain-huggy-bear]

hi!! similar to the one you wrote for nico, could i request a mid size/plus/curvy reader blurb with luke hughes please? whatever distinction you prefer. thank you! :)

Luke whose favourite thing at the end of a long day is to cuddle and press his face into your plush stomach while you run your hands through his hair. Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

Luke is done. He's done. A shit late game has him beat to hell and back, ready to fall into bed and sleep for a century. His entire body hurts having taken a few more hits than normal, bruises from pucks, bruises from the boards littering his body like a gruesome dot to do or paint by numbers. He's so tired that all he wants to do is curl up with you in a cosy pile and cuddle while you play with his hair. He doesn't even care that he hasn't eaten in hours or that he should really ice some of his bruises.

You're already in bed reading your current book when he staggers in, your eyes lifting to watch him as he throws off his suit as quickly as possible until he's down to his boxers. You take in the array of bruises already forming across his skin, brow furrowing because he's more beat up than usual. Luke doesn't even bother getting changed in sweatpants, just flops onto the bed so hard you bounce slightly as the mattress shifts.

You're putting your bookmark between the pages and placing your book back in its spot on your bedside table, already ready for him as Luke crawls up your body until his face presses into your stomach with a groan.

"You okay, Lukey?"

"Tired..." He mumbles it into the soft plush of your stomach, his favourite spot to fall at the end of a long day. For years you felt self conscious about it, worried about the fact your body was larger than other girls, your stomach soft and rounded, but being with Luke? That had taken any self-consciousness about it away. Your stomach was soft and it was comfy and whether it was resting there at the end of a long day or kissing it or blowing a raspberry there when he felt like being silly, Luke had shown you that your tummy wasn't a problem. That all of you could be loved rather than just parts.

"Have you eaten yet?" Your fingers find their way into his hair, curls catching gently against your hands as your nails scratch over his scalp and the back of his neck.

"...no..." It's muttered into your stomach, his face planted there, a soft kiss being pressed afterwards even as he avoids looking at you. You're going to insist he eats, you always do. But he doesn't want to. All he wants is this. The softness of your stomach against his cheek, the rise and fall of your abdomen underneath him, the warmth of your body as his arms wrap around and underneath you. God, he loves this. Loves you. Loves how soft you are, how warm, how good you smell.

"Baby, you need to eat." Even as you say it you don't make a move to get up or disturb him, nails scratching the base of his neck as he groans into your stomach, sighing into you like he's in his favourite place. Because he is. This is home. This is comfort. You.

"No...just want this, just want to cuddle with you, please?" He knows he's acting like a baby, knows Jack and Quinn would make fun of him if they could see him but he really doesn't care.

"...only for a little bit, then you're eating, deal?"

"Deal." You know that it won't end up happening. It never does. He'll fall asleep on your stomach with your hands in his hair. You won't have the heart to wake him and will stay like that until you inevitably drift off to sleep as well and in the morning you'll tell him off for not eating dinner and he'll sheepishly smile at you.

Luke nuzzles further into you, arms wrapping tighter around you as he sighs into your belly and all you can do is smile, all you can do is acknowledge that ache in your chest. The ache that is purely love for him as your hand runs down his back, between his bare shoulders and back again, stopping to count each mole and beauty mark along the way.

[brucewaynehater101]

i've been thinking about Tim's 16th birthday, and had an idea, what if after that disaster Tim realizes he couldn't handle another birthday like that, so on his next birthday he decides to try making his own party, he invites his friends from YJ, rents a place outside of gotham and just completely ignores everything that comes from the Batfamily that day. And it ends up being the best birthday of his life, and so he decides to keep doing it, and it continues going well, until a couple of years later when Dick realizes he never celebrated Tim's birthday, so he decides to give Tim a surprise party. Surprisingly everyone of the batfamily gets together to make the party, and they think they managed to hide it from Tim, only despite the fact that his last few birthday parties were amazing Tim still has a lot of paranoia near his birthday, so as soon as he noticed the family was planning something on his birthday he left Gotham a week before his birthday. No one noticed until the day of Tim's 21st birthday, when Dick tried to find Tim, only to get an automated message saying that Tim's not working today because of his birthday, also that message was always on Tim's birthday ever since he first decided to truly celebrate it, only that was the first time Dick saw it because he never sent a message to Tim on his birthday. Later the batfamily discovers that Tim had a party without even mentioning it to them and get angry because they put a lot of effort on a party for Tim, while he didn't even want them on his birthday. Up to you how Tim responds to that.

I love exploring Tim's 16th birthday trauma. I'm going to tweak your idea slightly, if you don't mind. I myself hate celebrating my birthday, so imma be biased :) Let's go!

Warning: This is an AU, so obviously a lot of details aren't gonna be canon accurate.

Tim's birthdays have always been a hit or miss for him [If you want extra trauma, y'all could make the Flying Grayson show a birthday gift/celebration for Tim. Can be the weekend before, after, or directly on his birthday... Just for fun :D]. Before Tim became Robin, his parents... tried. They tried to be home, to celebrate, to be there. More often than not, they were too busy to actually be present. In those cases, if the connection allowed, they would call Tim.

His parents believed the gifts they gave him, the money they spent on him, made up for them not being there. This is when Tim started to have a complicated relationship with gift giving.

This was the case until Tim's fourteenth birthday.

Tim asked Bruce to become Robin at thirteen, but didn't actually hit the streets until he was fourteen. Obviously, a grieving Bruce didn't celebrate Tim's birthday with him, particularly because Tim wasn't Robin.

For Tim's fourteenth birthday, imma present you with two options:

His parents actually managed to come home and this is the last birthday he gets to spend with his mom

Tim was training in Europe over his fourteenth birthday and thus he was the one to tell his parents they can't celebrate with him

For Tim's fifteenth birthday, his dad is in a coma and his mom is dead. He's also a temporary ward with Bruce. Thus, he gets a fantastic and normal birthday for once. It goes far better than his previous one, giving him hope for future birthdays.

Then the 16th birthday happens.

After this, Tim doesn't trust Bruce and Alfred. Dick, Barbara, Steph, and YJ didn't know about it, so he still tentatively trusts them.

To add extra trauma, let's say Tim's 17th birthday occurs during the BruceQuest :)

Now, for Tim's 18th birthday, he's an adult. He has rocky relationships with his family, and he knows how to engineer distractions/excuses to avoid celebrating his birthday with the Waynes. Usually, he has "missions" with his friends that are really fun adventures or vacations.

He used to leave Gotham two weeks in advance, but, after his eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth birthdays, he calms down. He isn't expecting The 16th to happen again.

[To flesh out some of his other relationships (and feel free to regard as you please), let's say that Cass gets invited to the nineteenth and twentieth.

Steph (after Tim and Steph fix their relationship with one another) gets invited to the twentieth.

Jason and Tim both share a dislike for birthdays or presents, so they usually just send each other some text message phrased as an insult ("Seems you actually survived another year. Would you look at that?") and a cheap gift (a pack of cigarettes for Jason and a pack of Zesti for Tim).

Barbara and Tim send each other puzzles/challenges for each others' birthdays. Maybe Duke is the same way too.

Dick goes out with Tim *after* Tim returns to Gotham post-Birthday (if you want a trying/good brother Dick)

Tim does not accept gifts from Bruce nor Alfred. Alfred will instead make Tim's favorite meal and leave it in his apartment for when he returns. Bruce, on the other hand, feels immense guilt over it and only sends Tim a happy birthday text and money.]

But... Then, for Tim's 21st birthday, he notices his family planning shit. His ass immediately flees town and doesn't return for an entire month, just in case.

The Waynes are pissed at him, particularly the ones who don't know about the 16th. I think Cass probably told them not to plan anything and went with Tim when the Waynes continued their plans despite her warning.

Anyways, if anyone actually yells at Tim that they "put a lot of effort into that party for Tim," I hope he crashes out and yells at them for getting upset without even asking him what he wants. All of this could have been avoided if even one of them had asked him about his plans for his birthday and how he likes to celebrate.

[mistymisfit]

Can you please make an AK jason a-z nsfw alphabet please. The jason one was so good ❤️🎀

Sorry this took so long 😭😭😭and tysm, i actually didn't think about writing an ak!jason version of this but really enjoyed it (once i got over my writer's block) I think all of them are GN, if not lmk and I'll edit it. Mentions of size difference in point X (i think). original version Minors and blank blogs DNI!!

Dirty A-Z headcanon game  

Btw these are all personal headcanons !!! And AK!Jason is waaaay more traumatized than comic Jason. Keep in mind that these are written thinking that reader's a civilian and there's a previous relationship to him being kidnapped as I don't see him trusting anyone new, or if he does, it takes him quite a long time to get to the point of sleeping with them.

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Let's start by saying this man has a lot of issues with intimacy and sexuality. He thinks those parts of himself are rotten, until he reunites with you. So if he does it's mostly to relieve stress or to chase the dopamine the brain releases, to feel good for at least a moment.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Not to repeat myself, but there's absolutely no way in a million years he's letting himself be tied up. I don't hc him as being a "I suffered so you have to suffer to" with a romantic partner (Batman can go to hell idc) so his feelings on tying you up are pretty much the same, he went through a lot with joker so the sight would only bring back bad memories. After all, he still loves you, even if his way of showing it changed drastically when he came back.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

There's no way he isn't crying-- and trying to hide it too. There's a lot of tears involved the first time you do it, what gets him to cry is how soft and gentle you are with him. You reassure him that you love him, you missed him, and that none of that should've happened to him. Your kindness is so foreign to him that he doesn't know what to do with himself, and when you kiss his tears away with your soft lips going over his marked cheek, he shortcuts. He equally wants you to stop and to keep being this gentle, he feels so conflicted that his quiet tears turn into full on sobbing on your shoulder. You were not surprised, in fact, you actually expected him to break down the first few times you got intimate.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

He's had no control of his life for years, first following around Batman's orders, trying to be the perfect Robin. Then under Joker's torture. He's lost enough agency and control over his own body that I don't see him giving up any more of it. The most he can do is let you go on top, and even then, he's got a bruising hold on your hips.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

He gets a little jealous sometimes, not of other people looking or wanting your attention but of you. Jealous that you got to live a normal life, that your world kept spinning after he was gone. He gets rougher with you on those nights, trying to take out some of his anger.

Manhandling! He gets extra turned on to see how easily he can throw you around, and how much you trust him to not hurt you while doing it.

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

He's got a lot of hard nos, but I think this one is more of a soft no to him. You could ease him into it if you tried, but after being fed rotten and poisoned food, his relationship with food was severely scared as well. Mixing two things that stress him out (food and sex) is not a good combination. HOWEVER, as he gradually heals, he could let you convince him. In his mind the equation would be something like this: reader= safe so food+ reader= must be safe.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

Bro can't even look at himself in the mirror, and barely ever lets you look at his body (see point L). There's no way he's getting more people in the mix, he's got enough worrying about handling his intimacy issues with you. Besides, he said in the Arkham Knight genesis comic he does not share.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Insults do not get him off, for obvious reasons. He's had enough humiliation under Joker's hands to last for five lifetimes. And like I mentioned before, he's not "I suffered so you have too". Yes, you do yell at each other and argue quite often, which ends with name calling from both ends. But that's different, sex is an entirely different thing for him. It's a demonstration of his trust in you, that he loves you even if he can't say it.

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)

I don't think he'd be into it. His relationship with you is something sacred to him, it's perhaps the only thing he got back from his old life, and that's why I think he's so against hurting you. He wants to keep you as separated from the violent aspects of his life as he can so he can at least try to hold onto some sense of normalcy.

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

Likes forehead kisses, and also likes when you kiss his marked cheek, it proves him you're not scared of him or that you don't think he's a failure. Looooves kissing over your pulse points, staying a little longer to feel your heartbeat under him.

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)

Off, he doesn't want to see his scars, doesn't want you to see them either. If the lights are on, then he's keeping most of his clothes on.

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

No to all of the above, for reasons previously mentioned. But he's into putting a hand around your neck, doesn't choke you but you definitely feel the heavy weight of his hand. Does not complain if you end up scratching his back tho, I think his pain tolerance got so high that he probably wouldn't even feel it.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

Would deny himself without even realizing what he's doing. I think it'd be a kind of subconscious self punishment. He'd put off his orgasm in favor of you feeling good until you're overstimulated.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

Sorry, he's too traumatized to expose himself to situations like this, next.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

Not even with 20 years of healing would he allow this. HOWEVER, I'm a sucker for the "his helmet has a recording option" hc. I think that would be the only way of allowing himself to record these moments since it's from his pov and only gets to see you and not himself.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

Extremely quiet, like you wouldn't know he's feeling anything if it wasn't for his occasional grunt or shaky breath. He endured torture and was forced to keep quiet in fear of it getting worse if he screamed, so it doesn't come naturally to him.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

I think it all depends on how low his self esteem is that day, and how intense his need for closeness and love is. At first, you never initiated it, too afraid to trigger him or make him uncomfortable, but he does not know how to say that he likes it when you seek him out first. He feels wanted, loved, and eventually you pick up on it.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

You know what... hell yeah...

He was already awake when you turned around in bed, he sighed a low morning with a raspy voice, and you responded by pressing a kiss to his lips. Neither of you knew how it turned into having a hand under each other's pants and then you giggling as he lazily thrusts into you. There's a lot of skin to skin contact, and the room is dark enough for him to feel comfortable taking all of his clothes off. He's still sleepy enough to let a little "i love you" out while you hold him in your arms.

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…)

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Jason truly does not care, he's got bigger problems and things to carry about lol. But you did jokingly ask him to buy you a cute set in his favorite color so you'd wear it for him, and while you didn't expect him to follow through, he did. You did hold up your part of the deal.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Has stalked you before reuniting with you, so he's definitely seen you take care of yourself, he probably feels ashamed of watching you like that, or watching you get dressed, but he'd never tell you about that. In terms of exhibitionism, the most he'd do is fuck you while the men he assigned to watch over you are outside the apartment you were in.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

I do think in my heart this man would benefit so much from some soft bath sex. Dim lights and a few candles lit nearby. He feels the ache in muscles fade a little, and he lets himself enjoy the intimacy of it. He'd melt at your hands washing his hair and the grime from his body, and then ofc you riding him lol.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

His helmet lowkey has cat ears... which could mean nothing...

Not crossdressing again but, the first few nights he took you with him and didn't give you time to bring much of your things so you had to sleep with one of his undershirts. You decided to ditch the pants since they were too big and uncomfortable. He stopped by to see you, and you stood rubbing your eyes on the door frame of your bedroom. A soft "Jay? is that you?" left your lips, and his eyes wandered over your figure. You were rubbing your eyes with one hand while the other pulled down the hem of the shirt for more coverage.

He was oddly relieved to find out he could still get hard that easily.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

If you had any nicknames at all before he was kidnapped, you'd strictly call each other that during these moments. He's doing everything he can to grab onto that nostalgia from a time when it was simpler, when your relationship was simple. You didn't need to jump through hoops to understand him, and he could tell you what he felt and wanted. The familiarity helps the gears on his brain turn slower, he even feels time moves slower with you sometimes.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Most of his body is covered almost all the time, so if you took one of his gloves off, or pulled his clothes to uncover some skin so you could kiss it, he'd die on the spot. What do you mean you want to see him? That you only want to kiss his skin, no matter how scarred or broken? You think he's worth kissing no matter what, and you mean that.

[throatgoat4u]

breakfast

word count: 10k

summary: matt moves to la and ghosts you, breaking your heart, but when the opportunity arises, you decide to get your revenge

warnings: emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationships, exploitation of vulnerability, heavy emotional distress

a/n: guys this might be a long read...... also this is for @bernardsbendystraws song writing challenge thingy. i'm actually shocked i was able to even write this cause like i'm lazy and procrastinate a lot and the fact that the challenge had a deadline too?!?! i'm amazed. i worked pretty hard on this one and i think this just might be one of my favorite things i've written. ps and by the way, i will be calling the reader cherry in this so that's what people will call her and what she introduces herself as! also one last detail, this doesn't happen in the span of like a few weeks or like 1-2 months, this story takes place in the span of like almost a year. so yeah... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now, his life a complete mess, there was nothing sweeter. and the best part? it was all because of you.

four years ago, the two of you were in high school. you and matt had this sort of relationship where you did practically everything like a couple—going on dates, giving gifts, whispering sweet nothings to each other, cuddling, kissing, the pda, fucking—but you were never actually official. matt didn’t do labels until he was sure. and you, like the naive girl you were, went right along with it, telling him you’d wait until he was ready.

he had promised you the world, swore up and down that you were the only one who truly understood him. it’s you and me against the world, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that? but they were all lies. lies, lies, lies. the only thing that high school failure was good at was lying—and making it sound so convincing. and you? you had been dumb enough to believe every word.

when you two graduated, he left for la to pursue youtube with his brothers, and naturally, he fed you more lies. baby, i’ll come visit you every few months. we’ll call and text every single day, i swear. i’d never leave you, you know that, right? i love you.

it still astonished you how easily those words had slipped from his lips, how effortlessly he could say them without meaning a damn thing. but the saddest part? you ate it all up like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in years. you believed every single word because—why wouldn’t you? he was the love of your life.

for a while after the move, you and matt stayed in touch, talking almost every second. ten-hour calls, facetime marathons, endless text messages—the works. but slowly, you noticed the shift. he started withdrawing, calling less, ending conversations quicker, taking longer to reply—or not replying at all. when he did, it was just to blow you off. i’m busy. shit, sorry, next time. and you bought it. of course you did. he had just moved to la, and being an influencer wasn’t easy. you gave him the benefit of the doubt.  that was—until he just stopped. he never replied. all calls and texts went unanswered. he had ghosted you.

you were left utterly broken. he had promised you so, so much. you two were supposed to spend the rest of your lives together. you were supposed to be endgame.

but the wallowing didn’t last long.

one day, you opened instagram to find a post—matt shamelessly making out with some girl at a party. a flood of emotions hit you all at once. sadness, confusion, hurt, betrayal. but most of all—anger.

how could you have been so blind? you gave him everything. your time, your trust, your heart. and he threw it all away like it was nothing.

you weren’t going to let it slide.

so you started planning.

now, four years later, you executed it perfectly. it wasn’t easy—oh no, it was tedious. every step had to work seamlessly for the next to fall into place. one wrong move and the entire plan would collapse.

and what plan exactly?

well, in theory, it was a very simple nine-phase plan. you didn’t even mean for the tenth phase to happen, but it did.

phase one: move to la

this was easy. you had finished college with a degree in fashion marketing, and job offers from la weren’t exactly uncommon. all you had to do was pick the highest-paying, most reputable one, and you were on your way.

you settled into the city faster than you expected. the air was thick with ambition, the streets buzzing with influencers and socialites desperate to be seen. it was a world fueled by image, where clout mattered more than character. and if you played your cards right, it was a world where you could thrive.

phase one: complete

phase two: befriend an influencer (preferably one with connections to matt, preferably tara yummy)

why tara yummy? simple. she threw some of the biggest parties in la, meaning tons of other influencers—some of whom could have connections to matt—would be there.

befriending tara? well, that was a process. you had to admit, you stooped to some pretty unethical and borderline pathetic measures to make it happen. and all for what? revenge on a boy. pathetic.

still, you stalked her obsessively, tracking where she would be and when. you knew her schedule for every day of the week—surprising, right? like, tara yummy having an actual schedule? technically, no. but she did go to the same coffee shop every day at exactly 12:43 p.m.

why 12:43? who the fuck cares? as long as you could follow her to her next location, you were fine with whatever time she picked for her little coffee rendezvous.

saturday, february 15, 12:42 p.m.

you were parked outside the coffee shop, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, the hum of the engine filling the silence. your eyes flickered to the time on your phone.

what if she decided to go somewhere else today? what if something came up? had you picked the wrong day?

then, at exactly 12:44, you spotted her—rushing inside, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, phone in one hand, car keys in the other.

you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding, watching as she ordered her iced oat milk shaken espresso with one pump white mocha, one pump caramel, light cinnamon powder, and vanilla sweet cream cold foam. (don’t ask.)

when she finally got her coffee and walked out, you turned on your car, keeping an eye on her as she made her way back to hers. now, all that was left was to follow her—hopefully to somewhere public where "accidentally" running into her wouldn’t be suspicious.

you waited a few moments before pulling out behind her, keeping a safe distance—close enough to track her, but not close enough to look like you were tailing her.

she drove for about ten minutes before pulling into target’s parking lot.

your eyes lit up almost instantly. perfect.

you parked a few spots away on the opposite side, ensuring a clear view of her. watching carefully, you waited until she stepped out of her car and started toward the entrance before making your move.

inside, you immediately noticed—no basket.

an idea formed in your head.

you trailed behind her, watching as she browsed the aisles, picking up items—a blanket, a book, some makeup, shampoo, conditioner—until her hands were completely full. she stumbled a bit, dropping things occasionally.

this was it. your chance.

you turned down an aisle, walking toward her while she unknowingly walked in your direction. just as you neared her, you looked down at your phone—pretending not to see her—before crashing right into her.

her things tumbled to the floor, and you let your phone slip from your hands for added effect.

"oh my god! i-i’m so sorry, are you okay?" you asked, putting on the best fake concerned voice you could.

she looked up at you and smiled. "yeah, no, i’m okay. how about you?"

"i-i’m fine, don’t worry about me. i’m so, so sorry again. i should’ve been paying attention."

"hey, no, don’t be sorry. it wasn’t really your fault. hell, it wasn’t really either of our faults," she said, laughing as she bent down to pick up her stuff. but you beat her to it.

"no, here, let me get that for you," you said, gathering her things. as you handed them back, you put on a puzzled expression. "wait, you don’t have a basket?"

she shook her head, and you tsked softly before placing each item into yours.

"what are you—" she began, but you cut her off.

"no, it’s okay. i didn’t really have anything in my basket anyway. it’d probably be more useful to you," you said, handing it to her.

she smiled, taking it from you. "stop, thank you so much, you’re so sweet."

"no, stop. it’s really nothing, i don’t mind," you replied, playing it off casually. then, after a brief pause, you added, "oh, and by the way, you’re like… really, really pretty."

"o.m.g. shut up. like, actually. you’re too sweet," she giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"no, i’m dead serious. you’re gorgeous."

"well, you too. like, oh god, you look like one of those really hot girls i see who just seem so unapproachable and intimidating," she mused, eyeing you up and down.

"why, thank you," you replied with the kindest smile you could muster. "sorry if this interaction is kinda awkward… i’m new to la and sort of looking to make friends." you lowered your voice a little, trying to sound just the right amount of shy.

her eyes widened, and her mouth parted slightly. "well, consider me your first friend. i’m tara."

"…cherry," you responded.

"nice to meet you, cherry. c’mon. you’ll be walking with me now," she smiled, grabbing your hand and dragging you along.

phase two: complete.

phase three: get invited to a tara event

over the next few weeks, you spent most of your time with tara, considering she was your only friend.

you went shopping together, got your nails done, hit the gym, had spa days, and she even showed you all the best clubs and bars in la. the two of you really hit it off, and it kinda made you feel bad that you were using her. kinda.

wednesday, march 5, 2:54 pm

you and tara were sitting on her bed, planning out her next big party. but this party wasn’t just any party—it was for you. she wanted to throw an event so you could branch out and meet new people because, being a loner in la? yeah, no, you weren’t going to let that happen. especially not with your plan in motion. if you stayed invisible, everything would be ruined. matt would win, and you'd lose once again.

"so, um… tara… how big is this party going to be, exactly?" you asked, carefully faking a nervous tone as you sat cross-legged on her bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. you needed to convince her you were an introvert. playing that part would help you blend into the background and make it easier to focus on your real goal.

tara barely looked up from her phone, scrolling through pinterest, tapping on various pins as she pulled ideas for the event. “well, i’m inviting the usual crowd, so it won’t be too big,” she replied casually. “just enough to get the party vibes right.”

"right..." you sighed, casting a quick glance at the laptop screen, pretending to chew your lip nervously. your act was flawless, but the truth was, you weren’t anxious about being around people—you were just anxious about matt. you knew him all too well, and if he didn’t show up, everything would fall apart. matt was a big homebody, after all. if he didn’t come, you’d have a much harder time achieving your goal.

you needed to know exactly who matt would hang around at the party, and that meant focusing on his closest friends. it was a given that he'd stick close to his girlfriend, macy, but you had to make sure you pinpointed the others—the ones who would be your best shot at making things happen.

the two of you spent the rest of the day bouncing ideas around for the party. tara wanted to host it at her place, and you both decided on a theme—black, white, and a rich, dark red. it was bold, dramatic—something that would definitely make a statement.

tara had already invited a ton of people. for her, it was just another night to throw a party, another chance to be around her usual influencer crowd. but for you, this was more than just a party. this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to matt's friends and, eventually, get closer to matt himself—so you could finally tear him down.

“so, who all did you invite?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but your mind was already mentally listing off everyone who might be there.

tara smirked, eyes flicking up from her phone as she responded, “oh, you know, the usual bunch. larray, quen, carrington, jake, johnnie… some of the other la influencers. then, of course, there’s the triplets—matt, chris, and nick.”

you nodded along, your expression neutral, though internally, you were bracing yourself. you already knew the triplets, of course. but this party wasn’t about them. it was about the other people who would be there.

“that’s a lot of people,” you said, trying to keep your voice light, but your mind was already working overtime. “what’s the vibe like with everyone? how do they all mix?”

tara shrugged nonchalantly as she tapped away at her phone, her attention already shifting back to the planning. “honestly, they’re all chill. some can be a little extra—like, really extra—but nothing you can’t handle. you’ll fit right in. just make sure you make an entrance, you know?”

you gave her a knowing smile, nodding along, though your mind was elsewhere. you weren’t here to fit in. you were here to observe, to learn who matt’s closest friends were, to subtly insert yourself into their world. and then, you’d take him down. piece by piece, without him even realizing it.

this party was just the beginning.

phase three: complete

phase four: figure out just who’s in matt’s inner circle

you looked in the mirror as you fixed your hair, making sure everything was just right. the tight black dress hugged your hips in all the right places, the slit riding high enough to leave barely anything to the imagination. your hair was perfectly blown out, sleek and cascading down your back like silk. but still, something was missing.

your eyes landed on the red lipstick sitting on the vanity. you grabbed it, uncapping it with a flick of your wrist before carefully applying it to your lips. the deep, sultry shade coated them perfectly, adding just the right amount of boldness to complete the look.

perfect.

you pressed your lips together, ensuring the color was flawless. now, you were ready.

tara walked into the room, and her jaw practically hit the floor. her eyes widened as she took you in, her gaze trailing from your perfectly blown-out hair to the curve-hugging black dress and the deep red lipstick that added just the right amount of danger.

“oh my god.” her voice was barely above a whisper before it quickly turned into an excited squeal. “cherry, you look stunning! you might’ve just been my lesbian awakening because what the fuck?!?” she said, walking toward you with wide eyes.

you giggled, rolling your eyes as you turned slightly to check yourself in the mirror one last time. “oh, shut up,” you mumbled, but the slight flush on your cheeks betrayed you.

“no, no, i’m being dead serious.” she placed her hands on her hips, giving you an exaggerated once-over. “like, i cannot believe you’ve been hiding this version of you. you look gorgeous.”

“thanks, t,” you murmured softly, your lips tugging into a small, satisfied smile. but before you could revel in the compliment for too long, tara’s expression shifted.

“but,” she said, her tone a little more serious now, “i actually came up here to tell you a lot of people are here now. i know you’re not the party type, but… it’s your party. you need to come down.”

you almost laughed out loud at that. not the party type? oh, if only she knew. at least you’d done a good enough job convincing her that you were shy and reserved. it was all part of the plan.

“yeah, yeah, i know,” you mumbled, tugging your dress down ever so slightly, playing up the nervous act just a bit longer. “can… can you come with me? and maybe… stay with me? i don’t really want to be alone with so many people around.” your voice was soft, almost timid, as if the idea of walking into a crowded room made you anxious.

tara’s features softened instantly, her eyes filling with warmth as she gave you a reassuring smile. “of course i’ll stay with you,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. “i won’t leave you alone for a single moment tonight, ‘kay?”

you nodded, offering her a small, grateful smile as you took a deep breath.

perfect.

you followed tara as she began to walk out of the room, her arm loosely linked with yours as the two of you made your way downstairs. the muffled bass of the music grew louder with each step, the sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the hallway.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you scanned the room quickly, your mind already working.

the party was in full swing. influencers, tiktokers, and la’s finest were scattered everywhere, drinks in hand and smiles plastered on their faces.

but you weren’t interested in any of them.

your eyes swept the crowd, zeroing in on the people who mattered most. matt’s friends.

they weren’t hard to spot. matt—whenever he did decide to show up at events like these—always stuck close to the people he felt most comfortable with. usually, that meant nick, chris, and a couple of his closest friends. and tonight was no different.

one person caught your eye almost immediately. larray.

he was laughing, completely immersed in whatever conversation he was having. matt had never looked happier in a group of people and it was sort of like a stab to your heart but you quickly shook the feeling off, refocusing on the small group that surrounded matt. nick, chris, larray… and macy.

macy. matt’s new girlfriend.

the girl who had everything you ever wanted.

she was perched right beside him, her hand casually resting on his arm like it belonged there. she looked so comfortable, so secure in her place next to him. it made your stomach turn.

but not with sadness.

with determination.

there they were—laughing, chatting, blissfully unaware that they were about to become pawns in your little game.

but timing was everything.

you weren’t about to make your move too soon. not when there was so much at stake. so, for now, you waited.

you stuck close to tara, mingling with other guests and keeping up appearances. you laughed at jokes, smiled at compliments, and made small talk with influencers you barely cared about. to anyone watching, you looked like you were just another girl trying to blend into la’s social scene.

but your focus never strayed too far.

your eyes flicked back to matt’s group every chance you got, tracking their every move without being obvious.

nick and chris were in their usual spots, close to matt but engaged in their own conversations. larray was his usual vibrant self, effortlessly making everyone around him laugh. and macy… well, she was glued to matt’s side, just as expected.

you kept waiting, biding your time as the night dragged on.

and then, finally, it happened.

matt, nick, and chris stepped away, heading toward the backyard—probably to get some air or escape the chaos for a moment.

perfect.

your heart pounded in your chest as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“tara,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so only she could hear, “i’m gonna go grab another drink. be right back.”

“want me to come with?” she asked, her eyes flickering toward the crowded bar area.

“nah,” you smiled, shaking your head. “i’ll be fine.”

she nodded, giving you an encouraging smile before turning back to her conversation.

and with that, you made your move.

your eyes locked onto larray, who was still standing near the bar, chatting and laughing with a few other people.

game on.

you made your way to the bar, grabbing some random drink that had been left unattended, and started to move toward larray. you made sure to stumble a bit, really selling the whole oops, i’m tipsy act. when you were close enough, you “tripped,” falling forward and spilling your drink all over him.

“shit. my bad. i didn’t mean to do that. i’m so sorry. are you alright?” you asked frantically, eyes darting around for anything to help. you spotted a napkin nearby and quickly handed it to him.

“yeah, i’m okay. chill, girl, damn!” he said, laughing it off as he wiped the drink off his shirt, giving you a playful side-eye.

“gosh, i’m sorry. i might be a little more drunk than i thought. i usually don’t trip over my feet like this,” you mumbled, shifting nervously.

“bitch, it’s okay. i promise, it’s not that deep. my clothes will dry.”

“yeah, i know. but i still feel bad.”

“well, don’t.” he waved you off, flashing you that bright, easy smile. “anyways, i’ve never seen you ‘round. you new here or what?”

“uh, yeah. i moved to la about a month ago for my job.”

he hummed, grabbing his drink off the table and taking a sip. “what do you do?”

“i actually work in fashion marketing.”

his eyes widened instantly, his interest clearly piqued. “wait, so like… do you get all the tea on the brands? tell me everything.”

you giggled softly, shaking your head. “sadly, not yet. i just started. but, trust me, you’ll be the first to know when they let me in on all the juicy shit.”

“you better.” he gave you a pointed look, but his grin was playful.

“cross my heart.” you smirked, making a little x over your chest.

“mm, i like you already.” he gave you a wink before glancing around the room. “but, babe, why are you stuck talking to me when there’s a whole party happening?”

“honestly?” you shrugged, flashing him a sheepish smile. “you’re the most interesting person here.”

“aww, stop it, i’m blushing.” he fanned himself dramatically, making you laugh.

“seriously, though,” he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice, “stick with me tonight, and i’ll make sure you have fun.”

perfect.

throughout the entire night, you stayed glued to larray’s side. he was the perfect guide to la’s influencer scene, introducing you to a lot of people—some of whom you already recognized from social media. but your focus wasn’t on them.

no, your interest was piqued when he introduced you to madison and quen.

it quickly became clear to you that they were probably the closest people to matt—along with larray.

you watched closely, noting the way they spoke about him, the way they laughed at inside jokes that only came from years of friendship. it was subtle, but the familiarity was there.

these were the people who mattered.

and they were exactly who you needed to get close to next.

you slipped seamlessly into conversation with them, playing up the charm and matching their energy effortlessly. it was easy, really—madison was sweet and warm, and quen? well, she was sharp, funny, and didn’t seem to take shit from anyone.

by the end of the night, you weren’t just some random girl who just moved to la. no, you were now on their radar.

the party came to a wrap and as you exchanged goodbyes and promises to hang out soon, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

they had no idea what was coming.

phase four: complete.

phase five: get close to macy

you realized at the party that it wouldn’t have been a good idea to try and talk to macy because she didn’t leave matt’s side once, and matt would’ve immediately recognized you if he had seen you, which would’ve completely jeopardized the plan.

see, the thing is, macy is a model, and your agency just so happened to be looking for some new faces. after the party, you made sure to keep macy in the back of your mind because you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d be working with her in person. it wasn’t long before you got the chance—both of you were assigned to the same photoshoot for a big brand that the agency was promoting.

the first time you saw her in person, she was a lot quieter than you expected. maybe it was because she was surrounded by other models and people she worked with, but she didn’t seem nearly as outgoing as she came off on social media. you had no intention of just jumping in to get to know her right away, but you did make sure to get in a few casual hellos and comments about how excited you were to be working with her.

the shoot itself was long, and there were a lot of down moments while the crew set up shots or adjusted lighting, which gave you plenty of time to talk. you started by talking about the job itself—what it was like working with the agency, the constant hustle, and how draining it all could be. at first, macy wasn’t very open, giving you short answers, but you could tell she was warming up.

after a few hours of talking about everything from the industry to personal stuff, you noticed she seemed a little more relaxed around you. when the crew took a break, you casually offered to grab coffee with her, making sure it didn’t seem like you were trying too hard. macy agreed, and the two of you grabbed a quick coffee from a nearby shop.

over the next few weeks, you found more opportunities to work together, whether it was at another photoshoot or event. each time, you made sure to keep the conversation going, offering small, relatable advice about the industry and connecting on more personal levels. she started confiding in you more—about the pressure to maintain a certain image, the loneliness that came with constantly being on the go, and how hard it was to find genuine friends in a world full of fake ones.

you didn’t push her. you just listened, offering support when needed and being someone she could trust. eventually, she started to reach out to you first, asking for your opinion on various things, and you could tell she was beginning to see you as a friend, not just another coworker.

the real turning point came when the agency booked you both for a big event. during the event, things were relaxed enough that you had a chance to talk one-on-one. this was when you dropped the suggestion—about how your agency had been looking for fresh faces for future campaigns and how they were always interested in bringing in new talent. it was subtle, but effective. macy took the bait, and the next time you talked, she mentioned she’d been thinking about it and was considering taking the next step.

the seed had been planted. you’d gotten closer to her, built the trust, and now you had her in the perfect position. it wasn’t long before macy was fully onboard with the agency's next big campaign, and just like that, your plan was moving forward.

things were falling into place—slowly, but surely.

phase five: complete.

phase six: start spreading the rumors

now that you were getting closer to macy, madison, and quen, it was time to move to phase six of the plan: spreading rumors. subtle, harmless ones at first, ones that wouldn’t immediately seem like an attack, but that would eventually create tension in matt’s friend group. you knew matt’s friends well enough to know that they would start questioning his actions if the right things were said at the right time.

you decided to start with larray. after all, he was the easiest to get to. you’d spent a good amount of time with him, and he was an open book—always down to gossip and willing to listen. it didn’t take much for you to casually bring up the fact that you’d heard a little something about matt during one of your late-night conversations.

“so, like, i don’t know if i’m the only one who’s noticed, but…” you’d start, lowering your voice, like you were sharing some kind of secret. larray, always keen on gossip, would immediately lean in.

“what? spill it,” he’d say, raising an eyebrow.

you’d shake your head, pretending to hesitate. “it’s probably nothing, but i’ve been hearing stuff about matt… like, he’s been kinda distant lately. i don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but i heard he was kinda flaky at the last couple of events. like, not showing up or leaving early.”

larray’s expression would shift slightly, as though he was mulling it over, but he wouldn’t say much at first. you could tell he was processing the information. the next time he was hanging out with matt and the crew, he’d likely file that tidbit away in the back of his mind.

from there, you’d move on to madison. she was always more perceptive, more cautious about things, but you were good at working your way into people’s trust. one day, as you sat together, sipping your drinks, you’d casually bring up something you’d overheard.

“you know, i’ve noticed matt’s been kinda off lately. like, i don’t know if it’s just me, but he seems different. like, more withdrawn? you know, i’ve been hearing that he’s been talking behind people’s backs about his friends.”

madison would pause, taking a sip from her own drink, but her eyes would narrow just a little. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him,” she’d say. “who’s he been talking about?”

“i mean, i don’t know if it’s about any one person specifically, but i’ve heard him say stuff about the larray before. not, like, bad stuff, but, like, you know, a little judgmental. he’s always got something to say when he’s not around, which is kinda weird, right?”

madison would probably just shrug it off at first, but you'd know that this type of gossip would linger in the back of her mind, especially when she started noticing the little things that seemed off in matt’s behavior.

last but not least, you’d work on quen. she was sharp, observant, and you knew that getting her to trust you enough to believe what you were saying would be a challenge. but you were up for it. your approach would be a little more direct with her.

one afternoon, you’d be hanging out, and you’d make sure to mention something that would start getting her wheels turning.

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but matt’s been acting really off lately. like, he’s not as, i don’t know, present? when he’s around the group, it’s like he’s just not… engaged. he’s distant. i heard him say some weird stuff about how he feels like he’s outgrown a lot of the people around him.”

quen would furrow her brows, not immediately responding. “outgrown? huh. that’s… odd. i mean, he’s always been the one trying to keep everyone together.”

“right? and now he’s just, like, pulling away. it’s strange. especially with how close he used to be with everyone.” you’d pause and look at her, as if genuinely concerned, adding, “maybe i’m reading too much into it, but it’s not just me noticing.”

quen would likely stay quiet for a moment, processing it, but deep down, she’d start to think about it. the next time she was with matt, she'd start paying more attention to the way he interacted with the group. the little things would start to show.

with each of them—larray, madison, and quen—you carefully planted just enough doubt to make them start second-guessing matt’s intentions, his loyalty, and his true feelings toward his friends. nothing too drastic at first, just small seeds of uncertainty. but soon enough, the tension would begin to rise. they’d start noticing what they hadn’t before.

and once they did, it would only be a matter of time before matt’s world began to shift.

you let the information sit with them for a while before starting to up the stakes—making the rumors a bit more… compromising.

“girl, don’t even get me started. i heard matt’s been real weird lately,” you say casually, swirling the straw in your drink as you sit next to larray. it’s subtle, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

“uh-uh, hold up.” larray’s eyes widen as he sets his drink down, giving you that signature side-eye. “what do you mean weird? like… weird weird or just matt-being-a-man weird? ‘cause you know these men don’t know how to act.”

you let out a small, dramatic sigh, playing it off like you don’t want to say too much. “i mean… i don’t know, it’s probably nothing. just heard he’s been kinda distant with macy lately. you didn’t notice?”

“not you trying to soft launch tea and then leaving me hanging,” larray gasps, placing a hand on his chest. “spill, bitch. don’t play with me like that.”

“nooo, it’s not that serious!” you laugh, shaking your head. “just… i saw him the other day and he barely acknowledged her. like, he was all up on his phone the whole time. it was just… weird.”

“not him treating macy like she’s on do not disturb,” larray snorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. “ugh, men are so exhausting. they can’t even pretend to care when they’re in public. disgusting.”

you shrug, acting nonchalant, but you know his perception of matt was changing.

onto madison

one night, when you and madison were grabbing drinks after work, you casually brought up matt’s name again, this time in a more pointed way.

“you know, i think i’ve been seeing something with matt,” you’d say, your voice almost too casual, too innocent. “well, not me personally, but macy has been telling me all these things about how matt’s being all secretive with her and stuff. like recently, that’s been our whole topic of conversation while we’re at work. she tells me he’s on his phone more often and how he’s always so dismissive of her questions when she asks him why he’s been distant lately. i don’t know ‘bout you, but it sounds like to me that he might be seeing someone on the sid

madison frowned, clearly uncomfortable. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him at all.”

you’d nod, looking concerned. “yeah, i don’t know, but it’s been bugging me. i mean, macy doesn’t deserve that. and maybe he isn’t cheating. but why is he still being weird towards her.”

“yeah no, that’s really fucked up.” madison says, feeling a little sad for macy

“i know i shouldn’t be telling macy’s business like that but it was gnawing at me. and what’s worse is that macy doesn’t even consider that he could possibly be cheating on her. like i don’t know. i just- do you promise not to tell anyone?” you ask, trying your best to sound like you’ve been overcome with guilt.

madison nods, giving you a soft smile. “baby, of course i won’t tell anyone. secrets safe with me. in the end, these could all be rumors and a shit ton of overthinking so i wouldn’t really jump to conclusions but i’d definitely keep it in the back of my mind.”

you nod, returning the smile. “thanks. you’re a really good friend.”

“anytime”

you’d pulled off larray and madison, now all you had left for this round of rumors was quen.

after one evening, when you and quen were hanging out after work, you casually said, “have you noticed something with matt?”

quen raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know, it’s just… i’ve noticed that matt is just… different. but like only with one person.”

her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as she tilted her head slightly. “who?”

“macy.” you said carefully, like her name was some sort of taboo subject. “it’s weird. he’s like a whole different person when she’s not around. like i feel like he’s more of himself when he’s away from her. when she comes around though, he gets all agitated and annoyed. i might be reading into shit but like… i don’t know.”

quen scoffed, but there was a slight hesitation in her voice. “that sounds like some weird shit, honestly.”

“yeah, i mean, it’s not like macy hasn’t caught on either,” you’d say. “she has! but she’s kinda brushing it off, choosing to ignore it. i just feel like she’s making excuses for him. god i just- i feel bad.”

“well who wouldn’t? like no one should treat their girlfriend like she’s trapping them.”

“yeah no, it’s bad. could you like… not mention this to her. she just- she gets all defensive and mad and she’ll probably realize i told you and i’m not trying to be messy i just needed to get this off my chest and stuff.”

“girl i gotchu. don’t worry.”

“thanks.” you mumble.

now it was time for the even bigger ones. the rumors that would really leave them questioning matt.

you sat beside larray, pretending to scroll through your phone as if what you were about to say was nothing. casual. just another piece of gossip in la.

“okay, so tell me why macy was saying matt’s been so busy with filming and working yesterday’s problem lately,” you murmured, keeping your tone light but just loud enough for larray to catch it.

larray raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “mmm, okay… and?”

you sighed dramatically, like you didn’t want to be messy but just had to spill. “and… quen told me she saw him at a bar the other night.” you paused for effect, giving larray a pointed look. “like… not the filimg. not working on his project. a bar.”

larray’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly. “bitch, what?!” he blinked, processing the information before shaking his head. “oh no. not this man lying through his motherfucking teeth and playing her in her face.”

“right?” you scoffed, biting your lip to hide the satisfied smirk threatening to form. “i mean, maybe there’s a good explanation, but… doesn’t it seem kinda weird?”

larray leaned back, crossing his arms, and gave you a look. “girl, ain’t no way. if my man told me he was working but was out getting going to bars n shit? he’d be single faster than he could even say single.”

“i knowwww,” you drawled, shaking your head, “but macy doesn’t suspect a thing.”

larray sucked his teeth, already mentally adding this to his list of things to bring up later. “ugh, these men. always something. i swear.”

you nodded, pretending to be concerned, but deep down, you knew this was exactly what you needed.

a few days after your conversation with larray, you decided that you’d get madison again. you and madison found yourselves grabbing drinks again, just like before. but this time? you came prepared even more.

“so… remember what i told you about matt last time?” you started, swirling your straw around in your drink, eyes carefully avoiding madison’s as if you were hesitant to even bring it up.

madison’s expression shifted, her brows furrowing slightly. “yeah… what about it?”

you bit your lip, leaning in a little closer like you were about to spill something big. “okay, so… i wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause i didn’t wanna let macy’s business out into the open again, but… i’ve got more shit on that situation.”

madison’s eyes widened slightly. “girl, what happened?”

you sighed, feigning reluctance, but you wanted this. “so, macy mentioned something again the other day. she said matt’s been going out more—late nights, no explanation, just saying it’s ‘work stuff.’ but like… get this. when she asked him about it, he got defensive. like, super weird.”

madison’s frown deepened, concern flickering across her face. “defensive? over what though?”

“exactly!” you leaned back, arms crossed as if you were just as confused. “like, why get all worked up if you’ve got nothing to hide? and… i don’t know, macy mentioned she checked his location once and he wasn’t even where he said he’d be. she brushed it off, but…” you trailed off, letting the weight of your words hang between you.

madison’s lips pressed into a thin line. “no… that’s shady as hell. if he’s lying about where he’s at?” she shook her head. “girl, that’s not a good sign.”

“right?” you gave her a look that said you get it. “i mean, maybe it’s nothing… but macy’s too trusting. she doesn’t wanna believe he’d do anything like that. but…” you paused, lowering your voice slightly, “what if he is?”

madison’s jaw tightened, her protective instincts clearly kicking in. “ugh, poor macy. i hate that she’s going through this.”

you nodded, your expression perfectly laced with fake concern. “same. that’s why i told you… i didn’t wanna keep it bottled up. but, you know, i just… i feel bad keeping it all to myself.”

“no, no,” madison said softly, shaking her head. “i’m glad you told me. i’ll… i’ll keep an eye on things.”

after that night, things started falling into place exactly how you wanted.  

a week or so later, you and quen were hanging out again, this time lounging at her apartment after a long day. casual vibes, just the two of you unwinding, but your mind? it was working overtime.  

you waited until the conversation lulled, until the timing felt just right before you spoke up, your tone light but laced with just enough concern to hook her.  

“so… remember what i told you about matt and macy the other day?” you said, fiddling absentmindedly with your phone like it wasn’t that big of a deal.  

quen glanced over, her interest piqued immediately. “uh, yeah. why? what’s up?”  

you sighed, leaning back against the couch like this was weighing heavy on you. “ugh… i wasn’t gonna say anything else, but i’ve been noticing it *a lot* more now. like, girl… it’s bad.”  

quen’s brows furrowed, her attention fully locked in now. “how bad are we talking?”  

“like… okay, so macy told me that matt’s been avoiding spending too much time with her lately,” you started, keeping your voice low and almost hesitant, like you were scared of even saying it. “she says he’s been making excuses. work, friends, whatever. but get this…” you paused for dramatic effect, watching quen lean in a little closer. “the other day? she said they were supposed to hang out, but matt bailed last minute, saying he had something with the boys. but… quen…” you bit your lip, looking conflicted.  

“what?” quen pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly.  

“one of my friends saw him that night. and he wasn’t with nick or chris,” you said, lowering your voice. “he was *with another girl.*”  

quen’s jaw dropped, her expression flipping from curiosity to full-blown disbelief. “*bitch, what?!*”  

“i know,” you murmured, shaking your head like you hated even saying it. “i didn’t believe it at first either. but then i heard it from *two* people. like… what the fuck is going on?”  

quen sat up straighter, her lips pursed in frustration. “nah, that’s wild. and macy doesn’t know?”  

“nope,” you said softly, shaking your head. “and i don’t know if i should be the one to tell her. i mean, she’s already brushing off so much. she’d probably just think i’m stirring shit.”  

quen’s face hardened, her protective side flaring up. “that’s some *bullshit.* she deserves to know if matt’s acting shady like that.”  

“i know,” you sighed, looking down, feigning conflict. “but… i don’t wanna be the one to ruin things, you know? i just… i don’t know what to do.”  

quen shook her head, clearly irritated now. “girl, don’t worry. i’ll keep an eye on him. if he’s up to something shady, we’ll know.”  

you gave her a small, grateful smile, nodding. “thanks, quen. i just… i needed to tell someone. this whole thing’s been eating at me.”  

“don’t worry,” quen said firmly, her tone serious. “if that boy’s up to something, he won’t be able to hide it for long.”  

and just like that, the wheels were turning. quen was on high alert now, watching matt like a hawk. you didn’t even have to do anything more—she’d handle the rest.  

phase six: complete

phase seven: introduce macy to the matt treatment

phase seven was the hardest part.

everything up until now had been about laying the groundwork, planting little doubts in everyone’s minds. but this? this was about making macy feel something that wasn’t even real.

the thing is, matt was a great boyfriend. he wasn’t distant, he wasn’t sneaky, and he wasn’t out here treating macy the way he treated you. and that was the problem.

because if macy never felt the way you felt—if she never experienced the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing matt treatment—then she’d never leave him.

and that? that wasn’t part of the plan.

so, you had to get creative.

step one: distance. but not from matt—from macy’s side of things.

it started small.

“girl, why don’t you ever come out with us anymore?” quen had asked her one night after work, and you made sure you were just within earshot.

macy had laughed it off. “ugh, i know. matt and i have just been spending so much time together lately.”

“damn, glued to his hip, huh?” quen had joked, but the seed had been planted.

and you? you watered it.

“you know,” you said softly the next day, when it was just you and macy grabbing coffee, “it’s great that you and matt are so close, but… don’t you miss having time for yourself sometimes?”

macy frowned a little but shrugged. “not really. i like being with him.”

“of course,” you smiled, keeping your tone light. “but… i don’t know. sometimes too much time together can make things feel… suffocating, y’know? like, matt’s great, but maybe a little space wouldn’t hurt?”

she didn’t agree. not yet. but that’s the thing about seeds—they take time to grow.

step two: fake tension.

if matt wasn’t going to create the tension, you’d have to do it for him.

“ugh,” macy groaned one afternoon while scrolling through her phone. “matt’s been so stressed with everything lately.”

you leaned in, feigning concern. “what’s wrong?”

“just the usual… filming, editing, meetings… he’s been overwhelmed.”

you nodded, playing your part perfectly. “yeah… that’s a lot. has he been… different with you because of it?”

macy’s face scrunched up a bit, her mind already working through a scenario that didn’t exist.

“different how?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, keeping it vague on purpose. “sometimes guys get quiet when they’re stressed. pull away a little. they don’t even realize they’re doing it half the time.”

she didn’t say anything after that. but her silence? that was exactly what you wanted.

step three: paranoia.

this was where things got tricky. you had to be subtle, careful not to overplay your hand.

“hey, have you noticed matt texting more lately?” you asked casually one evening, like it was just a passing thought.

macy blinked, looking up from her drink. “huh?”

“oh, nothing,” you waved it off with a smile. “i just… i don’t know. when we were out the other night, i noticed he was on his phone a lot. but it’s probably nothing.”

but it was never nothing.

because now? macy’s mind was already spiraling.

and it worked.

little by little, macy started to feel the things you had felt.

the distance.

the doubt.

the sinking feeling in her gut that something wasn’t quite right, even though matt was still being the same perfect boyfriend he had always been.

but to macy? it wouldn’t feel that way anymore.

because now?

everything felt off.

phase seven: complete.

phase eight: start encouraging macy to break up with matt

phase eight was all about patience.

you knew macy wasn’t ready to let go just yet. she was still holding on, hoping things would get better with matt—even after all the doubts you’d planted.

but that was fine.

because this wasn’t a sprint. it was a marathon.

so you kept playing your part.

you spent more time with her, slowly becoming her confidant.

hangout one: thursday, july 17th, 12:14 pm

another brunch.

macy looked exhausted, her smile just a little less bright than usual.

“you okay?” you asked, keeping your tone light but concerned.

she gave a small shrug, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “yeah… just tired, i guess.”

you let it go. didn’t push. just offered a soft smile and changed the subject to something easy.

hangout two: wednesday, july 30th, 11:37 pm

a late-night target run.

the conversation was effortless, jumping from one topic to another.

“ugh, i swear, i’m gonna end up living off frozen pizza and sour candy,” you joked, tossing a bag into the cart.

macy laughed, but her response was softer, almost distracted. “at least you know what you like.”

it was nothing. just a passing comment.

hangout three: friday, august 22nd, 10:43 pm

movie night at her place.

you both sat curled up on the couch, the glow of the tv flickering across the room.

“thanks for coming over,” macy murmured, almost too quietly to catch.

“of course,” you said softly, not making a big deal of it.

she didn’t say anything else.

but the way her shoulders relaxed just a little more as the night went on?

that wasn’t nothing.

but none of it stood out.

no lingering looks. no obvious smiles. no heavy silences.

just… a quiet comfort.

she started replying to your texts a little faster.

her invitations to hang out came a little more frequently.

and maybe—maybe—she seemed a little more at ease when it was just the two of you.

but it was subtle.

so subtle that even you didn’t catch it.

because phase eight wasn’t about that.

phase eight was about planting doubt.

and that?

that was working perfectly.

phase eight: complete

phase nine: watch as matt’s life falls apart completely

and this all brings us back to now.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now—his life a complete mess—there was nothing sweeter. and the best part?

it was all because of you.

his friends had all turned their backs on him. larray, madison, quen—they didn’t look at him the same anymore. the doubt you’d planted in their minds had festered, grown, and twisted everything they once believed about matt.

larray? couldn’t trust matt after the whole “bar incident.” he’d barely speak to him now. anytime matt tried to reach out, larray would leave him on read or reply with some dry-ass response that made it painfully obvious he wasn’t interested. and when he did talk to him?

“girl, i’m busy. find someone else to lie to.”

madison? she kept her distance. she hadn’t confronted matt directly, but you could tell she was piecing everything together. the seeds of doubt you’d planted had bloomed beautifully, and now she didn’t even look at matt the same.

quen? she was the most direct.

“nah, matt,” she had said the last time he tried talking to her. “i don’t fuck with that weird shit. you’re different.”

and then there was macy.

sweet, sweet macy.

she had been the hardest to break. her love for matt was deep—genuine. it took time to unravel that.

but you did it.

every rumor. every carefully crafted conversation. every doubt you whispered in her ear.

it all led to this moment.

she had finally broken up with him.

you weren’t there to see it, but you could imagine how it went down. the tears in her eyes, her voice breaking as she confronted him.

“i just… i can’t do this anymore, matt.”

and matt?

probably standing there, dumbfounded, begging her to believe that none of it was true.

but it was too late.

you had made sure of that.

now, matt was left standing in the wreckage of his own life.

his friends? gone. his relationship? over. his reputation? in shambles.

and he had no idea who was pulling the strings.

you stood on the sidelines, watching it all crumble, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips.

all that heartbreak? all that pain?

now, it was his turn to feel it.

and the best part?

he never even saw it coming.

but it wasn’t enough.

watching matt’s life fall apart had been… satisfying. no doubt. but it still didn’t give you the closure you needed. not yet.

because he still didn’t know.

and what fun would it be if he never found out?

no, matt needed to see you—face to face. he needed to look you in the eyes and realize who was behind it all. he needed to feel the weight of everything crashing down around him and know that it was your doing.

you needed that moment.

and as fate would have it, that moment was just around the corner.

macy had left something at matt’s place. she didn’t want to go back for it herself—too painful, too fresh—so, naturally, she asked you to grab it for her.

at first, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. walking back into his space? after everything? but then, you realized…

this was your chance.

you’d have matt all to yourself. no macy. no friends. just you and him.

so, here you were. standing outside his apartment, heart pounding, pulse racing.

you knocked.

once.

twice.

the door swung open faster than you expected, and there he was.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

and he looked like shit.

dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, his expression was… tired. broken.

“cherry?” his voice was barely above a whisper, pure disbelief written all over his face.

you felt a sick sort of satisfaction bloom in your chest.

“matthew. it’s been a while. how’ve you been lately?” you asked, an almost sadistic smirk tugging at your lips.

he blinked, eyes wide, like he was seeing a ghost. “i-i… wha-what are you doing here?” his voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and unsure.

you tilted your head, feigning innocence. “you really haven’t figured that out yet?” your hand rested on your hip, your tone dripping with impatience. all this hard work, months of planning, and the boy didn’t even have a damn clue. how rude.

but what was even more insulting? the way this idiot had the nerve to shake his head. “n-no.”

wow.

“ugh, you’re as stupid as ever,” you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “it was me, goddamn it. i did it. i’m the reason your sad, pathetic life is crumbling to pieces.”

the color drained from his face, eyes widening—not with confusion this time, but pure, unfiltered terror.

“why… why would you do something like that?” he asked, his voice barely holding together.

you rolled your eyes, a bitter laugh slipping out. “god, are you stupid?” your tone dripped with disdain. “you really don’t remember?”

his silence was answer enough.

“jesus christ, matt,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “four years. four fucking years, and you can’t even remember the shit you put me through?”

his lips parted, but no words came out.

“let me refresh your memory then.” you stepped closer, just enough to watch the panic build behind his eyes. “remember high school? how we did everything like a couple but you never wanted to put a label on it? all that ‘i’m not ready for a relationship yet’ bullshit? and me? i was so fucking stupid, i waited. i waited for you.”

matt’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak.

“but it didn’t stop there, did it?” you went on, voice dripping with venom. “no, you kept feeding me lies. you’re the only one who gets me, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that?” you scoffed, eyes narrowing. “and like an idiot, i believed it. i believed you.”

his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling a little too quickly.

“then you left,” you hissed, your tone colder now. “moved to la. promised we’d make it work, that we’d talk every day, visit whenever we could.” you let out a bitter laugh. “but those calls? they got shorter. the texts? less frequent. until, eventually…” you paused, your gaze hardening as you locked eyes with him.

“you ghosted me.”

his face paled even more, if that was even possible.

“left me wondering what the fuck i did wrong. wondering why i wasn’t enough for you,” your voice cracked, but you swallowed the emotion down, refusing to let him see you break. “and just when i finally started to accept that maybe you weren’t coming back…” you tilted your head, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“i saw the pictures.”

matt’s breath caught in his throat.

“you. at that party. all over her.” the venom in your voice was impossible to miss. “while i was sitting at home, waiting for a text you were never going to send.”

matt opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“and that’s when i realized,” you said, leaning in just enough for your words to cut deeper. “i was never going to be enough for you. but that’s okay. because now?”

you smiled sweetly, though your eyes were anything but kind.

“you’re the one who’s left with nothing.”

you stood there, staring at him for a few seconds, letting the weight of your words sink in. you could see the way he was struggling to process it, the panic mixed with guilt. but it wasn’t your problem anymore. you had done what you came for, and that was all that mattered.

you let out a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“god, matt,” you muttered, the contempt thick in your voice. “you really are the worst.”

you turned your back on him, hearing him call your name weakly, but you didn’t stop.

"you're nothing but a liar and a coward," you threw over your shoulder. "so enjoy the mess you made. you deserve every bit of it."

without looking back, you walked towards your car, your heart pounding, but not from anger—no, from a strange kind of satisfaction. for the first time in years, it felt like everything was finally in place. like all the puzzle pieces had clicked together, and you had everything you needed.

you slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut. you could still hear him shouting your name, but it didn’t matter anymore. his voice was nothing now.

you put the car in drive, the engine rumbling to life, and slowly pulled away from the curb.

as you made your way home, your mind wandered back to macy.

phase ten

you couldn’t help but smile, the anticipation building. it had been a slow burn, but now, things had shifted in ways you hadn’t even expected. what started as a plan to destroy matt had turned into something much more unexpected. you had gotten under his skin—and now, macy’s too.

the thought of macy, her soft lips against yours, the way she started leaning into you more and more, her touch lingering a little longer than it should’ve—none of it had been planned. but here you were, with a beautiful, broken mess of a boyfriend’s ex, and she was yours now.

you smiled to yourself as you sped down the road, your thoughts consuming you.

phase ten: ravish your new girlfriend's body completely.

and just like that, the plan was over. the game had changed. you didn’t need revenge anymore—you had her.

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Twelve photos and one video

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It took twelve photos to bring Billy Batson out of anonymity.

He's proudly ten years old, but those photos don't do him justice; he looks six or seven...

He sighs, somewhat defeated... He didn't expect things to end this way...

When Slade, alias Deathstroke, accompanied him to buy new clothes (after a mishap where his favorite hoodie ended up resembling a sieve) and to eat ice cream with the most innocent intention (of course, this was one of the few acts of generosity from the notorious villain), to a street kid he accidentally traumatized... he hadn't anticipated things would spiral so wildly.

But it seems Batman has more eyes than he expected. A high-definition video was being projected in the Justice League meeting room. Is there a stain under his chin? Who would have guessed?

Flash: Does Slade have a new kid? He looks pretty young... I'm gonna talk to Cyborg so he can look for him in the global camera network.

Marvel: He's not Slade's son.

The certainty in his voice causes everyone to turn to him and notice a certain... resemblance.

Flash: But... he looks way more like you, Cap.

Hal: Yeah, don't tell me you hired Deathstroke as a babysitter.

Marvel: That's ridiculous, Hal. Slade doesn't charge for those kinds of services...

The word "charity" dies in his throat. Everyone's stares explode in astonishment.

Flash: No way! Is he really your kid?

WW: By Athena, he has your eyes and your cleft chin.

Marvel simply grimaces in discomfort... "Help me, Solomon!" Billy pleads in his mind.

Solomon just chuckles a little and offers a few words of advice.

Marvel: Sorry, it's confidential and private.

Flash closes the video file and apologizes for intruding. Still...

Marvel: It was a coincidence that they met. I had no idea who Slade was until yesterday.

WW: Brother, is Deathstroke's real name Slade Wilson?

Marvel: Yes, he told me. No! I mean Billy told me before going to sleep...

Guy: I like that name! Does he play any sports? I coach the community center’s little league in Baltimore. He can join after school without a problem!

Marvel: Thanks, Guy! I'll ask him, and speaking of that... Look at the time! I have to go!

With a poorly planned escape, Billy returned to Fawcett. He wonders what he could say to the others to keep them from asking more about Billy...

The excuses he's writting in his notebook were forgotten as a knock sounded at his apartment door... An abandoned apartment.

Bad.

It turns into something less bad when he sees it's Bambi, a woman from the building who's quite friendly with the younger kids.

Bambi: You don't have much time, grab what you need! Gambit's guys are downstairs, and they're looking for you!

Little did she know the cause was an old feud between Deathstroke and Gambit.

Bambi got him out of the place inside a bag, and the next thing he knows, they're waiting at the bus station... Billy tells himself that maybe he could visit Guy in Baltimore while things settle down in Fawcett.

[thevoidscreams]

For the Mating Press March: this is a combination of the most bloody vanilla sex ever mixed with romcom and the mc is Konrad teehee. I read somewhere that proposed Konrad with a very Barbiecore gf/wife (ya know, sunshine and rainbows personality, very kind and loves wearing pink or pastels). The romcom part involves Konrad just giving the news OUT OF THE BLUE to his whole family that he has a wife now and that she wants to meet them all (he doesn't want to but by god he's whipped). Fast forward, I just want that giant being as tender as possible but still leaving a lot of bites, bruises and hickeys like some wild beast trying to control himself (oho! Lots of panting and grunting. I love that). Bonus points if we get a pov of some of his brothers accidentally listening to them getting freaky and now they can't look at Konrad in the eyes

hehe yeah, maybe not barbie core perse but definitely sunshine

Day 23 Year 2: Warnings: Marking, sex while spooning (oooh), prone position, auditory voyeurism

Word Count:4519

Konrad had no intention of staying here longer than was necessary. He would tell his brothers what it was his wife desired and then he would leave. Not that any of them knew he was married. His presence was felt in the room long before he stepped through the threshold.

Horus was the first to greet his brother followed by Sanguinius. "You came, we were half convinced you would not. None among us have heard from you in a few years." Horus led him to the table where his brothers had gathered. "I will not be here long." Curze rasped. "I have come to tell you all of the plans I have that will require you to be there." This got the attention of the collective primarchs. "And you believe we would put aside our own for yours?" It was Roboute, Konrad paid him little mind. "For this, yes, I do believe you will." There was an air of unease that grew thicker at his cryptic tone. "Then tell us brother. What are these plans?" Sanguinius spoke up, bringing a quiet bit of ease to the room.

"Tomorrow evening, I intend to bring my wife down to meet my family. She has been rather insistent on this matter since our wedding a year ago. Of course given that you, my brothers, are my family. That means that you should be here. I know it would make her so happy to meet you all."

Their unease turned to shock and confusion, even disbelief. "Well, I must return now. We have plans of our own." He turned and began to stalk from the room, as soon as he hit the door the questions began, several of his brothers following after, trying to understand if it was a joke, or if he really had a wife.

Corvus was the first to speak out to the rest of his brothers, and they hushed upon hearing him. "We must be here, we must see her for ourselves." "Why is that?" Jaghatai replied, looking over at his black clad sibling. Magnus stepped forward. "I agree, we ought to discern if he is treating her well. If she is indeed real, then there might be some coercion that has kept her bound to him." Sanguinius shook his head. "Konrad is not the most stable of us brothers, but he would not force a woman into marriage against her will. It would fly in the face of his own beliefs."

"But you agree he isn't stable, and in recent years he has been even less so. We need to tell father of this. If anything he may be able to intervene." Corvus spoke up again. "Why are you all bent out of shape over some damned woman? You don't even know her. Why should you care so much?" Angron had been sitting quietly until then. But his voice cut through the conversation with all the grace of a hammer, a fleck of bloody saliva splattering to the floor as he spoke.

There was no immediate answer to his question. Why did they all care so much? "Perhaps it is because we understand that our beloved brother has so many peculiarities. We all understand what he is capable of, thus it seems to those who know him that leaving any poor soul in his clutches would be cruel and unjust." Lorgar added.

Horus raised his hands to calm the collective. "Now let us not assume and let us not jump to conclusions." he began, "Curze, as much himself as he might be, is still a man and he is capable of thoughts and feelings. We do him a terrible disservice to make baseless assumptions when we haven't even met this person he's married. This could be a very good thing for our brother and they may even love one another."

Roboute jumped back in. "I say that the best course of action here is to just show up. Theoretically if it has been a year since their marriage then that is a good indicator that he has not harmed her. But we will still be here regardless."

His brothers nodded. "Let us be here to show our support." Horus said with a note of finality that was hard to argue with. They would be there.

Fulgrim spoke up from the back of the collective. “Did he look and smell cleaner to anyone else?”

"Oh Konny, the dress is Perfect!" Your voice swept over the night haunter as he help finish the final tie. "You look breathtaking." He smiled. It wasn't a pretty expression on his face but it was sincere. "Do you think they'll like me?" You asked, eyes shining up at the towering figure of your husband. "They would be tasteless fools not to."

His black attire contrasted so heavily to your pastel pink and gold it was almost laughable. Not that anyone with an ounce of sense would laugh at the wife of the night haunter.

He loved you like he loved no other. He'd do anything for you. Your smile was better than sunlight and your laugh was greater than music or bird song. You were a world of wonder unto yourself.

"How have I found myself so lucky?" He hummed taking your hand to kiss it. "Huh, that’s funny. I ask myself that same question every day." You replied, and Konrad felt his hearts melting. You leaned up and kissed him, leaving a little patch of pink lipstick in the shape of your lips on the corner of his mouth.

"Oops, sorry baby." You chuckled and wiped away the smear with your thumb. "It is only fair that you mark me, I have marked you many times after all." Your cheeks darkened with a blush. "And I am not complaining." You kissed him again, nearly missing the vox telling you it was time to go.

On the ride down you touched up a bit more, wanting to look the most presentable. Konrad didn't understand, to him you were radiance in its purest form.

"You look stunning, my butterfly. Why do you worry so much?" He asked, you already looked better than him. In some deep twisted part of him he worried that you might do it to look nice for his brothers. And his grip tightened on your waist. "Oh honey I just want to make a good impression, that’s all."

He nodded, but the insecurity gnawed at him. Many of his brothers were so handsome, and so much more charismatic than him. Horus alone would be bad enough, but with other individuals like Fulgrim, and Sanguinius. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle seeing them all staring at you, especially in that dress, oh warp take him that dress. His mind growled at him to tear it off you and take you then and there, his sons would look away, they knew better.

He ground his teeth and you looked up at him. "Honey, are you okay? You look upset." Your eyes practically sparkled up at him and he took a deep breath. "You look very good in that dress." His cheek dusted pink, and it was very apparent what he was thinking about as it shone vividly against his deathly pale skin.

"Oh, I see." You giggled, scooting into his lap to whisper in his ear. "Do you think it'd look better on me? Or your floor?" Konrad growled and grabbed your hips. "If we had time I'd send my sons to the front of this thunderhawk and show you why it is not wise to tease me in such ways." He growled. You shivered in delight. "Promise?" You batted your eyelashes up at him and he felt his cock harden. Forget the assassin, you would be the death of him. "A guarantee." He clarified. "Well then maybe we should stay on the ship a while longer." As nice as that sounded Konrad just wanted to get this over with. He had promised that you would be able to meet his family and he intended to keep it. "Once we are done here we will return to my private quarters within the palace." Before the banquet there would be some time for mingling. That's what you were the most excited for. "Hurry Konny." You urged with a smile as you dragged your husband along, holding his hand in your much smaller one.

He could easily out pace you, there was no universe in which you were faster than the primarch but he let you lead out of your apparent desire to do so.

There were two massive doors, you stopped before them, on either side a massive warrior in gold armor. Custodes, Konrad had told you about them. they turned their helmeted gazes to look at you directly, but you didn't shy away. "Good evening." You chirped to them, Konrad pressed on opening the door and sweeping you in with one larger hand to your back.

Every head in the room turned to look at you. That did give you pause, but only for a moment before your smile was back in place. "Hello!" You waved at them and glanced up to Konrad. He didn't like that they were looking at you, but he would bear it.

He stood straighter, his dark cloak adding to the severe dichotomy between the two of you.

With one hand he held your and the other he gestured to you. "Brothers, this is my wife." You waved again and told the gathered warriors and generals your name.

One in particular, Horus if you had to guess, came forward. "It is nice to meet you. Please forgive our tardiness in welcoming you to the family. We did not know of your existence until just yesterday. I am Horus Lupercal, primarch of the sixteenth legion, Luna Wolves."

You held out your hand to him, and he took it a tad surprised. "It is so nice to finally meet, I've heard a lot about you." You said shaking his hand then giving your name. "Nothing of note about me really, aside from my husband." You joked. Konrad felt his chest tighten, there was so much to you, you didn't need rank or status. To him you were the most important person in the room. "She sells herself short, she is magnificent in many ways." He added aloud. Shocking most of his brothers. "Well, I am glad you met someone you care for so dearly." Horus smiled.

Inspired by this interaction more came forward. "You know you're not at all what I expected, you're practically a ray of sunshine next to Konrad." Fulgrim, as you had come to learn, was a rather outspoken and loud individual, his own garb as bright as yours. Of course it was hard to beat pastel pink with gold sequins, made from real gold, but he somehow managed it by being very purple.

You liked him however. "Oh sweetheart you simply must come view the gallery aboard the Pride of the Emperor. You seem to be one of fine taste and I know you would find something of beauty among the pieces I have collected. Or perhaps I should place you on display, you'd be the finest piece of all." You laughed a tad awkwardly at the compliment. "Oh, I'm flattered but if you did you'd never be rid of my husband, and I assure you, I would not want to be rid of him myself."

You felt a presence behind you, and hands on your hips you were oh so familiar with. Konrad glowered over your shoulder at Fulgrim. If gazes could kill his pitch black eyes would have incinerated Fulgrim.

"Oh Konrad so be so inimical. I was only having a bit of fun with your wife. I'm sure she understood the joke."

"I would prefer if you did not attempt any kind of fun with my wife."

Fulgrim huffed and made a dismissive gesture. "She isn't your property brother, she is free to do as she pleases and to speak with who she wishes."

Konrad's grip tightened and you turned in his hold. "Well I personally like going places with my husband, if I did come over it would be with him." You explained to Fulgrim, turning to look up at Konrad. You gathered his attention by cupping his cheeks. "Isn't that right Konny?" You kissed him several times, each time leaving a kiss mark on his face.

His cheeks burned as you giggled. "Konny eh?" A new voice joined the bunch. You turned to see a similar figure to your husband. "Corax." Konrad grinned at him widely, it was not a friendly sort of smile, Fulgrim excused himself politely to go speak to the others. Corax looked down at you, his eyes seemingly trying to piece something together. "Only my wife may refer to me by that name." Corax grunted, his eyes not leaving your form. You looked down at your dress to see if maybe you had spilled some champagne on your dress.

There wasn't much time to speak as the announcement for dinner was made. Konrad brought you to the table and sat you next to him.

A radiant light filled the room and your eyes widened in wonder. The emperor of mankind stood in the doorway guarded by a retinue of custodians.

"Welcome my sons, it is good to see you all once more." His eyes landed on you and you felt like the most singular being in existence at that moment. They all took their places, the emperor at the head of the table and his sons in order around him. "I see that the rumors of your nuptials are true then." He fixed his gaze on Konrad who felt a pang of worry at his fathers words. "Yes. They are." He stated firmly. There was a moment of tension so thick it was suffocating.

Finally his father relented. "Congratulations, may your marriage be a long and fruitful one." Konrad nearly puked with relief.

With the food served everyone dug in. Sanguinius looked you over with a gentle smile as he began the conversation. "So how did you meet our brother?" You smiled and sipped your water. "He rescued me, I was being trafficked by a coalition of xenos and human pirates." You told them and glanced up at Konrad with a look of deep love and affection. "As horrible as it was, I don't think I'd change a thing if it meant getting to be his wife." Konrad reached for your hand, taking it in his briefly. The gathered men looked at him as if he was transforming into some kind of strange alien beast before their eyes. "I see and is that how you two became engaged?" The angel continued. "Oh no, that was three.. almost four years ago. We were engaged for a year before we wed and we've been married almost a year. Two more days till our anniversary."

"Congratulations." Roboute added quietly. "So then how did the two of you happen? I mean, how did your relationship occur?" Sanguinius continued. "Oh it was the most romantic thing." You gushed with a dreamy expression.

"Romantic?" Corax asked, nearly choking on his wine. "Oh yes, after I told my story to Konny," The whole table nearly choked at that except Corax and Fulgrim, "well, I'll keep this short, my ex was the one who sold me to the pirates to settle a gambling debt. He hunted down my ex across a system and brought me back his heart in a box, telling me that if I should ever need justice to be served I could come to him and he would do that for me. It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given me. I was smitten immediately and told him just that. Then I asked him to be my justice forever and marry me. And he did." Your eyes were full of stars as you recounted your love story to them. There was silence across the table as they all absorbed the tale. "So you proposed to him?" One of his other brothers, you assumed Leman, by the look of him, queried and not sounding entirely convinced. "Well you two seem very happy together." Vulkan smiled. "Oh I've never been happier in my life than with Konny." You spoke, your tone and delighted expression all the endorsement for the relationship that the drake needed.

When dinner was finished you hung around a while longer, getting to know the rest of those you did not get to meet beforehand. Walking away from the exchanges with offers to visit or of help should you ever need it for any reason.

Konrad just wanted to get you back to the room. He grew tired of his brother's pointed questions and overly concerned looks. He would never hurt you, he'd killed for you, maimed for you, burned others alive and given you their skulls for attempting to do you harm. But never would he hurt you, never would he betray you, not you. Not the love in his hearts and the sun in the skies of his mind and soul. He would never hurt you, because you were his wife, and he loved you.

He hadn't used this room frequently, but it had been kept clean. You went about your nightly routine as soon as you got back, bathing and freshening up before bed. Konrad simply stripped and waited for you as you sang to yourself in the bathroom. He knew his reputation was bad, but not so much that his own brothers worried for your well being. He pushed it from his mind, thinking back to the thunderhawk before you both had landed. His cock twitched with interest at the memory.

"My love?" You called from the bathroom. "Yes?" He returned from his reminiscing. "Do you remember what you said to me before we landed?" His mouth pulled up in a grin. "I do." You stepped from the bathroom into the dim light of the bedroom and his smile dropped with his jaw. He hadn't seen this set of lingerie before. Nor had he seen the collar with his legion's emblem. You looked like the walking definition of sexual appeal and his body approved whole-heartedly. "Well, I'm ready to learn now." You breathed, crawling onto the bed and straddling him. Your lips were a deep blood red, a new shade, and he saw the tube in your hand. His hearts thumped in his chest with a great deal more excitement. He'd been staving off erections all night as he thought about those lips. And the marks you'd kept kissing onto him.

"You like this shade?" You asked. "Yes." He grabbed you and pulled you closer, but stopped before he kissed you. You closed the gap, pressing your lips to his in a very deliberate way. It left a perfect little mark in the shape of your lips. You kissed his chin next leaving another little mark. And on it went down to his throat and then collar bone. You refreshed the lipstick as you traversed down his chest, he couldn't see the ones on his face or neck, but he could see the ones you were pressing down his chest and his cock twitched beneath you, bumping your stomach. "Patience big guy. I'll get there." You chuckled.

When you got to his hips you refreshed again, keeping the marks vibrant and visible. The kisses were scattered out, a random smattering of them here or there. He loved it, seeing you mark him so visibly. By the time you reached his cock he was so hard it hurt.

You refreshed once more, taking his cock in one hand. You stroked the skin softly before holding his gaze and pressing a kiss to the middle of his shaft. He moaned but didn't avert his gaze, you pressed another one, lower, leaving a fiery trail of red down his manhood, your other hand cupped his balls holding them still as you kissed down from the cock to the top of his sack then a kiss on each ball. leaving little imprints of your love there.

"You know I love you more than anything right?" You asked him. He nodded, his hand caressing one cheek. "Good." You took the head of his dick into your mouth with a firm suck, Konrad groaned, hips jolting a bit. You sank down to where you were the most comfortable taking him and squeezed your lips there, leaving a red bar across the skin.

"Hmm." You hummed looking it over. "Let's see if we can't beat that tonight byyyyy this much." You tapped one of the lipstick marks nearer the base of his dick and took him back into your mouth, you relaxed and began with shallow dips, letting your mouth grow accustomed to his girth and length once more.

Konrad was always receptive to oral, he liked seeing the way his member stretched your jaws. He petted your hair and you kept going, down down down, till you were just below the line with an inch to go to the mark. It didn't seem that much but the mark put him into your throat and your gag reflex was still intact. "Do not force it." he rasped, even though he enjoyed hearing you gag on his cock, and would gladly fuck your throat if he was able just to hear that sound.

You backed up and tried again, then again. Tears pricked in your eyes as he filled your mouth and throat until finally you reached it. Konrad shivered with pleasure at the sight. Your eyes filled with unshed tears and the soft croak as you gagged just a bit on his cock. "Good girl, you're doing such a good job." He cooed, and you smiled around a mouthful of dick to express your delight at the praise. Even muffling a thank you.

Fuck you were perfect. He drew you back by your hair, as much as he wanted head, he wanted other parts of you more.

He pulled you up his body and kissed your lips properly this time. Then he rolled you onto your side as he lined up behind you, his cock between your legs, thrusting to build friction between your thighs.

Once he felt your wetness he adjusted his hips, raising one leg and pushed the tip of his cock in. The nice thing about this tight warm hole was that it had no gag reflex, he thrust in, listening to your cries carefully. "Oh fuck, Konrad." You gasped, not in pain but pleasure and it eased his temporary worries. And it meant that you had been preparing more than just your outfit and lipstick choice in the bathroom. "That's right, say it again." He goaded. "Konrad." You whimpered. His hand snaked under your neck to grab your chin and angle your head back towards his. His mouth claimed yours and he thrust harder, swallowing your voice greedily. His thrusts were brutal, hitting hard at the places inside you that made you see stars. You had to break away to breathe, your voice raising to a much less decent volume.

Konrad smiled. Oh he was sure his brothers could hear in, in fact he knew that the walls weren't thick enough to prevent sound from getting through. He'd heard many of Sanguinius's late night conversations with his other brothers and over the grumblings of Dorn through the other, and across the hall the laughter of Vulkan more than once. Yes, louder my love, let them hear it. His grin was near manic as he grabbed you around the waist and rolled you beneath him.

"Konrad~" You couldn't keep your mind clear as he fucked you into the mattress, his hand holding your chin up, keeping your voice clear to hear. He rutted harder, the bed creaking and shaking, it was nearly as loud as your voice. "Come on, sing for me." He purred, as he drew your voice to a new high.

"I'm telling you, I still believe that she isn't fully in for it. Konrad can't be treating her that well." Corax worried. Horus sighed. "That is why we are going to check on them. We will put these worries to bed and then you will get some rest."

Corax sighed, imagining the happy look on your face as you gazed up at the dark reflection of himself. Was it jealousy? That his brother who was so much more vicious and violent than him was so beloved by someone so beautiful?

Horus opened his mouth to speak again but he was cut off by a high pitched cry, he picked up his pace, and Corax rushed forth with him.

Konrad straddled your thighs as he fucked into you prone style. Dragging his cock over all those delicious places inside you. As he thrust hard enough to move the bed. "Oh fuck, Konrad! Don't stop baby, oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm close!" You cried, body trembling as you clawed at the sheets below you. Horus stopped cold in his tracks outside the door, Corax by his side as they both came to understand what exactly was happening on the other side of the door. Their cheeks burned as they realized it wasn't a sound from pain, far from it in fact. "Konrad! I'm coming!" They heard the sweet sounds of your pleasure as they both quickly departed, keeping their eyes low, not wanting to look at the other as an uncomfortable warmth filled them both.

You turned over, panting for breath as Konrad rolled off, not breathing as hard, but still taking deep filling breaths. You rolled into his side and smiled. "I hope no one heard us." You giggled. Konrad returned your smile. "I am sure that you have nothing to worry about."

You snuggled into his side happily. "Yeah." You sighed as he held you close and you drifted to sleep.

Konrad couldn't contain his grin as his brother averted their gazes. He sat you down at the table and kissed the top of your head as he went to acquire you some breakfast. You locked eyes with Sanguinius and smiled. He tried not to look too awkward as you started up a bit of light conversation with him.

None of them could look directly at you, some because of the guilt they carried from their own sins of the prior night, brought about by your moans and their own hands. Konrad returned with a collection of fruits and warm breads. "For you my love." He smiled and you looked up at him with all the love in the world as you accepted. "Thank you Konny." You pressed yourself into his side as you ate and Konrad looked around at all his brothers, who seemed to find a lot of things in the infrastructure more interesting than normal. He was sure none of them would doubt his love for you after that, and you, his sweet beloved ray of sunshine were none the wiser.

[wolkentage]

Welcome to A Bachelor in Paradise! After Kyle Ward was offered his own bachelor challenge to find the love of his life, Llamar Production is currently looking for 6 contestants.

🏝️ update: all spots are claimed

White beaches, the gentle sound of the sea and palm fronds softly swaying in the wind. A Bachelor in Paradise takes place in the heart of Sulani on a remote island. But instead of a luxurious beach mansion, contestants can expect a simple shelter with the bare essentials. Our bachelor loves adventures and what could be better for an outdoor enthusiast like him than a bachelor challenge featuring some survival elements?

Filming takes place during summer. Aside from monsoons, during that time of the year it tends to be hot and sunny in Sulani. Llama Production recommends for contestants to dress accordingly. Multiple hot weather and bathing outfits are encouraged.

The contestants:

all genders welcome

young adults/adults only

humans only

no romantic traits/romantic aspiration

You have 10 skill points for your sim and you can distribute them the way you prefer: one lvl 10 skill? two lvl 5? It's up to you! Just let me know which skills you want your sim to have and I will add them (or you can add them yourself).

Please include a description of your sim. The description can be as long as you want it to be! Also please note that the German version of game still doesn't support custom pronouns. So please include your sim's pronouns in their description, otherwise I won't be able to see them.

6 spots are available on a first come, first serve basis. Please tag me in your post so I can reblog it! Production starts in May, so applications are open until 30 April or as soon as all 6 spots are filled!

Regarding custom content: Please keep custom content to the minimum. I own all DLCs with the exception of a few kits and Hobbies and Business so there is a wide variety of clothes and hairstyles for you to choose from.

no default replacements, height sliders or body presets

no custom traits

no alpha cc

About the bachelor: Kyle Ward

He's the star of the show and is already quite known among motorbike enthusiasts! Kyle dreamed of becoming a famous motorbike racer, when a severe leg injury forced him to give up his career right before his first international race. But that doesn't stop him from regularly blogging about his biggest passion on social media! He even has a weekly podcast where he talks about the latest news in motorcycle racing.

Kyle still loves going on a ride with his bike, although he's much more careful these days. When he's not tweaking his bike, he loves to explore nature. He's always up for a new adventure, whether it's exploring the depths of the jungle in Selvadorada or surviving on a remote island for his own bachelor challenge.

Some facts about Kyle

Kyle is 25 years old

He grew up in Windenburg

His favorite colour is yellow

He's an "act first, think later" type of guy

Behind the scenes:

This bachelor challenge takes place over 5 (ingame) weeks. At the end of each week the contestant with the lowest relationship score with Kyle will be eliminated and send home. At the end of week 5 only two contestants remain and the final winner is chosen based on their relationship score with Kyle.

Each week all (remaining) contestants get one private date with Kyle. The order in which these dates take place is decided by a spinny wheel.

At the beginning of filming, Llamar Production only provides the bare essentials like shelter and minimal food. Mini-challenges will allow contestants to earn points which can then be turned into goods to make their stay in Sulani more comfortable. On top of that the winner of a mini-challenge also gains +5 bonus-points on their relationship score with Kyle!

All 6 contestants and Kyle will live on the same lot. Kyle has a separate area that only he can access. Outside of private dates and mini-challenges it's up to him whether he wants to hang out with the contestants or not. (But Llama Productions will force encourage him to spend as much time with the contestants as possible.)

[fyuyushia]

Sung Jinwoo and dress shopping.

Me when prompt is them spoiling you🫣🫣🫣 this ain't even the last of this prompt yet I'm telling you. There's more bc I'm all in for men who spend money on you😔

Ever since he became a full-fledged recognized S-rank hunter, Jinwoo's wallet quickly became stacked to the brim with money. He was filthy rich from selling materials and going through raids. Even after spending money to buy weapons and equipment, paying for Jinah's tuition, rent, and more—he still had plenty left waiting to be spent.

And what better way to spend it than spend it on you?

And so you often find yourself going to the mall with Jinwoo more often. On days when he wasn't busy grinding exp, he would go out on dates with you—shopping dates being the more prevalent ones of all.

"Jinwoo, which one do you think is better?" You turn from the mirror to Jinwoo, raising two dresses to his view.

He hums, raising a brow at the sudden question. Staring at both pieces of clothing, he places a hand on his chin as his lips form a thoughtful frown.

"They both look good on you." Was his final verdict.

You didn't seem to be too pleased with that however, as you simply offered him a deadpan. "I know that—I'm asking which one you prefer. Which of the two looks better on me?"

"Like I said, they both look good on you, sarang."

You bring your arms down, lips forming a thin line. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you turn around and decide that this man was of no help at all. Though you were flattered by his words, it really didn't help when it came to making a decision.

"Nevermind, you're useless." You huff, keeping a mental note to not ask him again next time.

Jinwoo's brows arise when he notices your frustration. Taking a step to bridge the distance, he wraps his arms around your waist and brings your back to his chest. You freeze, relaxing immediately in his arms when you realize that it was just him.

"If you're having a hard time picking you can always just buy both."

You peer at him through the full body mirror in front. "Don't be ridiculous, I can't afford both."

"But I can, just say the word; I'll buy you the world."

You blink, then frown. "I'd feel horrible."

He hums, his chest rumbling in turn. Though his face showed little changes, the slight furrow of his brows didn't go unnoticed by you. He pulls away, untangling his arms(begrudgingly) as he calls for the salesman.

"Excuse me, I'd like to buy these two."

You gasp, immediately turning around to face him. "Hey—!"

You don't even get the word in before he's already taking the dresses from your arms and handing it over to the worker to get it packed. Offering his payment with ease, he pays little attention to the amount.

"What's the big idea?"

A small smile crosses his lips, barely noticeable, but something you were quick to catch on after years of dating.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just helping you out since you're being so indecisive."

"Jeez, you're unbelievable."

Jinwoo doesn't bother defending himself, opting to look at the selection of clothes around the boutique. His gaze would flit from one dress to another, lips pursed in a thin line as if considering something important. Walking slowly, he circles around, considering each and every piece as the workers pack up the dress for them.

You follow close behind, commenting on a few dresses here and there. You looked at Jinwoo curiously, wondering what he could be thinking so hard about.

Taking a piece of clothing from the rack, he hovers it in front of you wordlessly, catching you by surprise. You stand still, not expecting to be put on the spot. In the meantime, he's switching from one clothing to another, mixing and matching, imagining what it would look like on you with the limited range of imagination he has.

By the time the worker returns, the now packed dresses in hand, Sung Jinwoo nods to himself, finally making a decision. For what? You don't and won't know until a few seconds later.

"Ah, also, from here" Jinwoo pointed from where he stood. "To there." And then at the far end of the line. "I'll buy them all. Please pack them for me as well."

The worker seemed shook, baffled even, going by the gaping of his mouth at the customer's words. "P-pardon?"

"You didn't hear me? I said I'll buy everything on this line so pack them for me too."

You flinch, nearly jump out of sheer shock. "Hold on, Jinwoo?! What are you saying?"

Jinwoo spares you a glance. His gaze flits to your hand, intertwining his own with yours. Lacing his fingers through your own, he brings it up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss against it.

"Sorry, I can't help it. When I think of you wearing them I couldn't stop myself from buying them all for you."

"Don't be ridiculous! I have no need for so many clothes, take back your order—I don't even think I have room for so much clothes in the first place!"

"No can do, just accept it. It's a token of my gratitude for all you've given." His voice is low and convincing, a subtle tone of pleading laced in his words.

For a moment, as your own hues met his colorless grey eyes, you could faintly see the Sung Jinwoo you think you've lost shining through. A more meek side of him that searched for your approval, a timid gentleman who often gave more than he allowed himself to receive.

"Accept it for me?"

Met with eyes like that, how could you even resist and say no? Your cheeks flushed, flustered by his antics. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache approach as you once again succumb to his whims. In the end, you were nothing more than a fool who'd give in easily to the smallest of pleas from the one you loved.

"And to think just months ago you were so stingy about your money. Are you sure you didn't get possessed?"

Jinwoo laughs, the sound low and charming. Curse him for being such a dreamboat, because now your ears are turning red. Who gave him permission?

"Too much money has been flooding my pockets lately." He says, tugging you close to him once more.

"An enviable dilemma."

"I want to use it to spoil you. I don't need much for myself, so I prefer spending it on you instead. Is that so wrong?" He tilts his head, a teasing grin playing on his lips.

No it's not, Jinwoo thinks. If it's you then any amount was worth it. For you who held him tightly as storms weathered through, for you who built him a home when he was lost and in search of warmth, no amount would come close to repaying the gratitude he had for you who never gave him up.

[ihaznoclue]

Can I request romantic headcanons for Adult! Knuckles, Shadow, and Sonic reacting to his gn human s/o asking him to close his eyes to kiss him on the lips please?

Pairings -> Knuckles the Echidna, Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader tells them to close their eyes to kiss him on the lips

Genre -> Fluff

KNUCKLES THE ECHIDNA

Knuckles the usually confident and strong protected and muscle of the group

Now being a little shy and confused on why you asked him to close his eyes

"You're not gonna attack me are you?"

"No! Of course not, just close them and you'll see"

Knuckles shurgs but he can't help but feel his heart beating fast at the sudden question

What are you going to do?

Whats going to happen?

Knuckles doesn't mind doing stuff for you but he always need a reason on why he should close his eyes

But in return you just say its a surprise

A surprise attack maybe?

No you will never do that

So he just does want you asked him to do as he now slowly closed his eyes

there was a moment of silence

His nose could still sense you were there right in front of him

Then after a moment of nothing, he could feel something on his lips

What do humans call this again

'Kissing?'

But eventually he melts into the kiss as you leaned back to break it

Making Knuckles eyes open up again

He could see the blush on your cheeks and a small smile on your lips where you kissed him

"Oh! So that's why you wanted me to close my eyes"

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

Hes a tough one, Shadow has been on alert for a while now

But when you asked that question of closing his eyes

He doesn't know if he should or not

Hes still warming up to you but in the end he still loves you

Well you guys have been dating a fro a while now

And he knows that you wouldn't do anything to him

Your sweet and gentle to him after that has happened to him after all these years

But he doesn't fight it so he simply obeys your request of closing his eyes

He can still sense you are still right in front of him

He could smell your scent, Vanilla

He loved that smell but he is still wondering on what you're going to do to him

His ears flicked at the sudden movement he heard from you

You were simply moving forward towards him but he didn't move an inch

Until he felt a warm and soft thing touching his lips for only a few seconds until you leaned back

He then opened his eyes as he touched his lips where you just kissed him

Now he's getting a little bit nervousss~

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

Okay I feel like sonic would be the flirty and tease able type of guy when you ask him to close his eyes

"Oh~ What the special occasion?"

"Just close your eyes you dork"

He would know what you're about to do since he noticed your nervous movements when you ask him

Like he knows these type of stuff because he's been on earth for like a long time now

And he knows the romantic stuff so why wouldn't he

So he sits still and closes his eyes with a smirk on his face

He can still sense you there

It's a little quiet but he could hear your slow breathing

It's like he could feel the heat radiating from your body from how flustered you are getting

But in a moment of silence that has past

He patiently waited until he finally felt your lips touching his

To be honest he would be a little nervous as well

His foot started to tap on the floor as it shows how excited he was for this to happen

He just loves you

And he finally gets to kiss you

-A<3

[pollux-starsz]

as i was working on a beach day writing for @wyervan 's dca slasher au (check them out btw!!!! :D) i had the impulse to draw out the outfit Kalamela is wear throughout the entire thing (because im awesome and i did NOT make Smoon flustered over her for no reason in this writing, which is yet to be finished , I'm procrastinating..)

I absolutely adore how I did the coloring for this one! Also I'm getting better at shoes XD

Rambles below the cut!!

- So, I had this little thought about Kalamela's cooking. I kept thinking, she doesn't have as big as a sweet tooth as people would think. But she LOVES savory and spicy food, so I think she'd like to try different spices with Moonie. There hasn't been a time yet where it's too much but who's to say she won't burn her tastebuds one day.

- Since she's living with them, (save her) I can't help but think she would be very upset with the Slasher boys if her pets announce the slightest amount of annoyance towards them. She WILL make them get treats for her babies.

- She paints her nails a lot, so I think she'd paint Sun's as well!! Not that he has a choice, she needs to know how the colors look.

- Her and Moon playing DDR except it ends in a brawl because Moon lost (not surprising but Sun did make them both clean the arcade afterwards).

- I keep picturing Moon having an odd interest in gum. He just likes the different types of flavours, textures or just how they look.

- Sun's over working ass getting sick and being taken care of by Kalamela but cue Moon making fun of him for being coddled.... He also got sick two days later from Sun so now BOTH of them are being coddled. Kalamela doesn't like it, she thinks they should both do their shit themselves but thanks to her heart of gold and 3 containers of ice cream waiting for her in the fridge, she pushes on.

- Do not let Kalamela dress them in her choice of clothing style(s). It happened as an attempt many times, but when she finally got them to actually wear the outfits (out in public as well), she was ignored for about a week. Mostly by Moon, Sun actually took a liking to it all.

- She made them wear one of her dresses and try on a few skirts. Moon and Sun bickered over who could rock it more. The answer is both of them, by the way.

- Kalamela got sick for a full two months during winter and the boys schedule consisted of "Wake Kalamela", " Feed Kalamela (and fail)", "Wake Kalamela", "Get Kalamela out of the bedroom (50/50 attempt)", "Give up (She wouldn't budge)", "Continue with our day (They also gave up with her bullshit)".

- Kalamela speaks entire conversations with them in Czech and they can't do anything but smile and nod. Moon can pick up a few words and Sun.. can really only make out what sounds like a curse word.

- Mango learned to say Sun and Moon's names and never shuts up. Moon likes it until he's sleeping and gets woken up, Sun got fed up within the first hour.

- Moon, when he was drunk, also got Kalamela drunk. Which then led to them running out into those large, open grass areas off the side of highways. Yes, Sun had to supervise them.

- Kalamela doesn't understand U.S. currency sometimes, despite now living in the U.S. for years now. Sun and Moon both help to convert the currency difference for her, she always feels bad that they need too. Doesn't stop her from complaining about the prices, of course!

- Moon is so smitten for her, he bought her too many flower bouquets for her birthday. She kept them all and also planted a few of them outside her house! Sun still thinks he needs to chill, if you ignore his list of 500 Valentine's Day gifts to get her. Obviously, Moon is the more crazy one! Totally not Sun! How could he ever!

- They all sit on the couch eating pizza and fries on Sunday's. They watch random TV channels until they all fall asleep or end up complaining about their day.

- Sun and Moon visit Crystal Cove so often that they both have their own little discount and have keys to the building. They get to thank Kalamela for that one.

Bonus doodles of her because I was practicing poses and perspective (kill me now)

[caldera1000-7]

Upcoming looong post about analyzing Akutagawa's character song (even though it was made around over 7 years ago I will incorporate things into the arcs after then by a bit but not entirely since his mindset back then was different too but its interesting either way.) Here I will just send a few images that seem to fit with the song.

Somehow Kensho Ono (Akutagawa's Japanese Voice Actor) managed to make the song sound dark, but also strangely...peaceful? But also throughout the song somehow powerful aswell, I think it fits Akutagawa's willpower and how he finds something to drive him forward no matter what, despite his illness, despite his "weakness", he always will push through for a goal, to give meaning to his life, or even to die in peace knowing he's received the words he worked and suffered years just to hear from someone who betrayed/escaped the very organisation he brought Akutagawa to, while possibly seeing himself back then in the PM in Akutagawa and still leaving him there without a word and without even fulfilling the promise of helping him to have a meaningful life or even giving him the words he hoped to hear. Now it makes sense and all later on or after that how Dazai keeps him at an arms length while Dazai is at the ADA and using both Akutagawa and Atsushi in his plans and to make them develop off of each other and some people had the view Akutagawa would just kill himself after Dazai gave him recognition saying its the reason Akutagawa lives but I don't think so.... More like if he were to die he'd die in peace, and probably latch onto something else to work toward as he tries to understand life and the people in it. In the song he mentions a longing as strong as a reason to live it doesn't show or say that Dazais recognition/praise IS his reason to live but its a desire so strong of his that has just been fueled with Dazai calling Atsushi better than him that it might aswell be.

People tend to forget Akutagawa quite hated (Probably still does or dislikes him for things) and wanted to first kill everyone close to him for being a traitor then kill Dazai with physical force if you remember what was all said in this scene thats often overlooked for Akutagawa snapping at Dazai calling his new boy better than him and causing Akutagawa to actually fixate on Atsushi or being better than him and getting strong enough to get what Atsushi gets from Dazai with minimal effort which Akutagawa spend his whole life working for.

And how Akutagawa even after Dazai once said he's gotten "stronger" still couldn't "move forward" until he kills Atsushi. This weak boy who was seemingly just granted everything, a different outcome of the same harmed boy in a way. And a flipped mirror image of Akutagawa. Which is why Akutagawa understanding Atsushi and others really would shape his view on the world, and theres a post I look forward to making in the future talking about how Akutagawas views on Atsushi would also impact his own views on himself. If he still considered himself weak and after learning to value the life of the weak he learned have no place in the world or right to breathe (he was threatened to be sent back to the slums whenever he didn't do things the way they were supposed to be done.)

I'll never get over Atsushi's assumptions as well as many other characters' assumptions of him... But it is true he kills whomever is in front of him if they're in his way. I guess its part of him discovering true strength isn't through his ability but has to be through his heart aswell.

Anyways those are a few images and some things I felt like saying before finishing and posting the very long Analysis. I have many ideas and things to talk about with Akutagawa even after that....

[brooklyn-house]

aphrodite cabin headcanons

valentina diaz likes to sew! she wants to be a seamstress. she really enjoys designing clothes and often makes her friends and siblings wear her designs or serve as mannequins for her to pin mock-ups onto

lacy rosenfield wears braces!

she also likes to wear those plastic-jeweled rings you'd get from like a magazine for girls or something

drew, while being a year-rounder at chb, still goes to school in brooklyn (BAG), along with lacy and sadie kane. it's on the good word of her father, who sponsors chb. argus takes them in the van every morning

mitchell looooves his starbucks. whenever he can, he loves to make a starbucks run and order the most excessively complicated drinks

lacy definitely writes everything with glitter pen exclusively

drew has some staples to her style, namely a pearl necklace she always wears, and all of her jewelry being silver. she always wears things i can best describe as a subset of the "coquette" aesthetic. pink, frilly, fitted. she has clothes that are only from high-end brands and designers and wouldn't be caught dead wearing something cheap. she just genuinely considers it degrading.

lacy and drew, while technically not related, come from closely intertwined family backgrounds. drew's father and lacy's father had been close friends for many years, and spent a few years having an affair with aphrodite. drew and lacy are effectively much more sisterly together than their other siblings. their fathers are still on good terms with the goddess, and she pays them a visit every so often.

(that also lead to lacy and drew going to the same school together)

valentina will spend hours on end hyperfocused on her latest sewing project, and her siblings will often have to tear her away from her work to get her to eat something

mitchell's mortal mum (what, you think there's any way that guy comes from a hetero background?) is stunning. gorgeous. knew her son would be bullied for being gay ever since she heard his accent and decided to raise him the best way she could. (they'd have movie nights)

mitchell definitely did choir as a kid

drew definitely owns a y2k pink flip phone with heart shaped rhinestones and a little charm attached

they probably have a burn book or like an equivalent of it in the cabin. drew writes into it about sadie like it's her fucking diary

the rest of the cabin just kinda stand around her like 🧍🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ "does she know?" "does she know that's gay?" (drew, of course, is fully aware that she's sapphic, she just doesn't realize that this particular instance of her behaviour also falls under that)

it's a joke that makes a comeback every once in a while that on wednesdays they do wear pink. sometimes they decide to take it very seriously and all of them get all dressed up

drew's dad is a wealthy businessman, probably from at least two generations old money

lacy's dad is also quite wealthy, but his wealth is much newer. he probably made it himself, or his parent did.

point is that it showcases the different approaches they have to their wealth. drew, while peacockish by nature, does have the undeniable basic, but quality made pieces she owns, and carries herself with a sort of poise. lacy loves shiny things and would probably be called tacky by many people

when annabeth was redesigning the cabins, drew probably bothered her (tried to charmspeak her and then probably screamed at her) until she gave them extra space (the other cabins don't need to house nearly as many extensive wardrobes)

they are goofy and materialistic, but they also find ways to bond. in their own little ways. like playing dress to impress together, or sharing stories with the younger campers, or giving each other style advice. i think it's a type of love and looking out for each other that most of the other cabins wouldn't get.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

"Where do you think Harry would live after the war? I personally think he would stay at the Burrow for a while, but I can also see him coming back to Grimmauld Place. I know Harry sees the Weasleys as family, but I doubt he'd want to live there long-term. Harry's an introvert, and the Burrow isn’t the best place for someone who needs time alone. But yeah, it’s my headcanon, so I’m curious about your opinion on this."

I really like the idea of Harry returning to Grimmauld Place, though, I don't think it'll be immediately.

The first night after Voldemort is dead, he sleeps in his bed in Gryffindor Tower:

he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the fourposter bead lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there

(DH)

He might stay in Hogwarts for a bit to help out McGonagall and the others. While they're going through the bodies, preparing burials, until Mrs. Weasley insists it's bad for him, and he should come stay at the Burrow with them.

I actually think Harry would decline because I'm not sure how comfortable he'd feel there right after Fred died. How he could sit there, having died and came back, but Fred just died. He didn't come back. And, I don't think most of the Weasleys would really think it's Harry's fault, but, there will be some tension there. Like, I think Harry would feel really awkward about the whole thing and like when he's upset early in DH and in OotP, he'd want to be alone.

Harry tends to go quite and isolate himself when upset, so I see him finding himself back at Grimmauld with Kreacher, secluding himself from everyone for a bit and disassociating like early in OotP:

On the fourth night after Hedwig’s departure Harry was lying in one of his apathetic phases, staring at the ceiling, his exhausted mind quite blank, when his uncle entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and an expression of enormous smugness.

(OotP)

Or after Ron left in DH:

She [Hermione] threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry. Harry felt dazed. He stooped, picked up the Horcrux, and placed it around his own neck. He dragged blankets off Ron’s bunk and threw them over Hermione. Then he climbed onto his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the rain.

(DH)

Hary, when upset and depressed, tends to just, shut down. So I can see him going into this state in Grimmauld Place for a bit early after the war. (Except for a few visits to Andromeda and Teddy, since I think he'd take his godfather role very seriously).

That is until Ron and Hermione drop by to drag him to dinner at the Burrow.

During this first time at the Burrow is when Ginny probably corners him about their relationship, how that goes depends on what AU/ship you're writing. But even in canon (with the epilogue), I'm not sure how quickly they get back together. I mean, Ginny still goes back to Hogwarts and Harry would try to find his footing in his life, so, it's up to the writer.

Anyway, I think Harry is more likely to stay most of the time at Grimmauld Place but stop by the Burrow often enough in the year after the end of the war (after that first lunch/dinner Ron and Hermione drag him to).

This guy is going to use Sirius' bedroom again (like in DH) like the traumatized mess that he is.

Now, the question is, where is Teddy in this time?

We know during the battle he's with Andromeda, and I think Harry is going to take his godfather responsibility super seriously, as I mentioned. Harry doesn't trust adults in general, so I think, initially, he wouldn't really know what to think of Andromeda, so I think he'd be more inclined to visit her and Teddy before going to the Burrow — he feels responsible for Teddy and guilty over Fred. And Andromeda I think would feel familiar to him. I think she has the same arrogance as Sirius, she carrys a similar pain to Harry — she, too, lost everyone. They both only have Teddy.

(Yes, Harry has the Weasleys, and as much as he loves them and appreciates how Molly tries to make him feel included, I don't think he really feels like he belongs, yk?

The aftermath of Fred's death shows this well:

The Great Hall seemed to fly away, become smaller, shrink, as Harry reeled backward from the doorway. He could not draw breath. He could not bear to look at any of the other bodies, to see who else had died for him. He could not bear to join the Weasleys, could not look into their eyes, when if he had given himself up in the first place, Fred might never have died. . .

(DH)

And after the war, he skips Ginny and Molly to get to Ron and Hermione:

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother’s shoulder: There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk. [...] Everywhere he looked he saw families reunited, and finally, he saw the two whose company he craved most.

(DH)

Ron and Hermione are the closest to family for Harry, not all the Weasleys. When he wants to reunite with family, it's Ron and Hermione, not Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys. (And Luna earlier, but that's because she is comforting to him in general, but he doesn't see her the way he does Ron and Hermione))

Eventually, though, he'd probably move out of Grimmauld and to a different place of his own. With who and when is more up to personal headcanon and whether you consider the epilogue canon or not.

[verystrxxwberry]

Alex!! I will cut my hair for the first time in years this year (probably in april or may, for a wedding..) and I'm nervous and insecure about it. Could you do a reaction of the Eldarya TO routes when their partner gets a haircut without telling them? Short hcs, no need for longer ones! Thank you so much and take care of yourself, we love you<33

ELDARYA TO; the routes when reader gets a haircut!

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, TO routes x reader who has gotten a new haircut without telling them! sfw, short headcanons. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! I get your fear, but trust me, it is only because you're not used to it. I am sure that you will be stunning, my dear! Also, sorry for posting this late on Sunday, I am dying from how sleepy I am, but I didn't want to go to sleep without posting something. Next Sunday I will post earlier hopefully (I lost the track of time by studying lol) Love you, guys!!

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Ezarel

Something is different with you, but he doesn't know how to identify exactly what it is. So he stares. He stares until you're slightly uncomfortable.

“What is it, Ez..?” You ask awkwardly as you see him scanning your appearance constantly.

“Is it usual for humans to suddenly lose hair?” He raises an eyebrow. You doubt whether to laugh or face-palm. Meh... what about both?

The moment you said that you cut your hair, he'd react normally, as if it happened every day. And then proceeds to play with your hair.

He probably won't say anything about it out loud, but if he disliked it, he'd say it directly to your face. Which he didn't! So that's a good sign. In fact, he developed this habit of playing with the tips of your strands, curling your strands around his finger. This made you believe he liked it even if he didn't say it.

He loves it, my dear. He absolutely does. And he might stare at you from far away with a normal expression, but he is currently generating lots of compliments for you.

Luckily you don't read minds.

He sometimes plays with your hair by slapping it just to see it move. Of course, always being careful to not hitting you!

Nevra

Oh. My. GODD. 

If you want it to be a secret or to be discreet about it, spoiler: you can't. The moment he sees you appear with that new haircut he's gonna gasp loudly and approach you quickly.

He places his hands on your shoulders and looks at the beauty you hold on yourself. A great smile appears on his face, “you didn't tell me about this! You look great, hun,” he honestly speaks.

Plants a kiss on your forehead and lets you walk away. 

Then he might comment to his closest mates that you've gotten your haircut, and you look absolutely adorable. Makes sense why are YOU his partner.

And during the first week he'll randomly compliment your appearance by reminding you that you are very cute.

Kisses your hair occasionally, probably when you're focused on something or about to sleep.

Valkyon

When you first approached him to rant about a future mission, he clearly noticed. He is very observant but quiet about it.

His eyes fell to your hair sporadically, but casually, as he always does. Valkyon takes his time to admire your features whenever you're close to him. To memorize them. To think about them at some other moment he needs to think about you.

You were slightly disappointed at him not saying anything about it. But the moment your conversation reaches an end, he grabs a strand of your hair and says “your hair looks good like this, by the way.”

You left the room like :3.

And you can’t feel it, but his heartbeats are faster than usual. His heart needs to get used to that new view of you, which he has surprisingly fallen in love with.

Valkyon doesn’t fill you up with compliments like Nevra would do, but he'd randomly spit a few compliments in those moments where you are alone.

He’d never thought he’d like the idea of you with short hair so much, since he was used to seeing it longer. But he learnt that whatever the physical change is, you only surprise him by being prettier than before.

Leiftan

Probably the one who cuts… kidding, but he’s more than glad to do it if you trust him enough.

He got completely flustered when he saw your new haircut, looking at you in awe as if you were a mythological creature. He reaches to cup your chin gently, moving your head to see the angles of your hair. “I never thought you could be more perfect… but now... Wow.”

He’s a simp, not a surprise.

Helps you to style it if you’ve got no idea for it! Also offers himself to wash your hair because he loves to see the change of length, and to see how short it is when he clears your hair! It is so cute.

Leiftan will recommend you some products from Eldarya to make your hair more fluffy, which will make it very soft to touch and even cuter. 

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[helloarchivist]

I don't have a problem persay with the portrayal of Jonah/Elias having problems with empathy or emotions or human connections (beyond my generalized issue that any time anyone behaves meanly they're immediately stamped as low/no empathy which. is annoying, but that's a conversation for another day), but I don't think I agree with it entirely, either.

He doesn't behave the way he does with the Archives crew or with Jon because he's incapable of understanding or perceiving their feelings, or of identifying with them. On the contrary, he's really very emotionally perceptive with the people around him, and engages fairly openly (for his personal given value) with them right up until like. mid-season 4? He's playing mind games left right and center, of course, but again that isn't because he doesn't understand that it might upset people to do that. I don't even really think it's because he doesn't care, at least not exactly.

We are following this unraveling existential fear nightmare with a group of people to whom it is new. And upon first listen, it was also new to us! Do you know who it 100% was not new to in any capacity? Elias. And in fact, it has not been new to Elias in like. 200 years.

The Archives crew and all of us listening in are babies in a scary new world, knocking into things and fumbling around on wobbly legs trying to identify what's safe and what isn't. It's not that Elias is incapable of understanding or identifying or even empathizing with how upset everyone is, it's that by comparison these are children who have skinned their knees at the playground, and he is an ostensibly 200+ year old adult who knows that, if they just get up and keep playing and learn more about the world, they're going to be fine (for his personal given value. 'you're going to like it here, in the world we've made' etc etc).

In fact, the few times that Jon directly goes to Elias for explanation or comfort or to confide his concerns, Elias actually does give him those things. He's literally, very VERY literally, been exactly in Jon's position, except when he was there it was totally without the benefit of guidance or context. I don't think his conversation about "even when you had the entire archive at your disposal you only made it through a couple a week, why do you think that is?" was insincere or unhelpful. Wanting all the answers and for everything to make sense immediately is understandable but not possible. Not for the version of Jon demanding those answers. Not for Jonah, when he was careening through all of this on his own.

This is a man who started off passionate and curious and brilliant, who poured himself into understanding and prevention of the damage done by the Fears, and it's also a man who watched everyone else in his little cohort die, who outlived them all, who watched the world changed and gained the understanding he sought and found that desperate death grip on fighting the good fight to be futile.

It isn't that he doesn't have emotions or feel empathy. It's that he has a completely different world view, different conclusions, different ends, and has had time enough to let go of the reflex to wring his hands about it all. Has that made him very nice, particularly? No lmfao. But I feel like it flattens some of the nuance of his character to be like "oh he just doesn't get people or feel human emotions and that's why he acts that way."