#Outright denying it even how can someone be so fucking I don't even know what to call it

[wastinawaaay]

Trump tweeting about houthies being hated by Yemeni people and calling Iran terrorist... he does not look in the mirror methinks

[missdynamighttt]

This is not a request or anything like that, I just wanted to know which MHA guys would be willing to have a threesome, as canon and as less OOC as possible in your opinion!

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ FINALLY FINALLY OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. THE REQUESTS I GET ARE NICE BUT THEY ARE KINDA OOC AND PURE ON HARDCORE PORN IM NOT SURE IM USED TO YET.

NO TO THREESOME:

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

honestly? i get these requests but i dont believe they'd be into that or want to do it. its a nice thought but its more that they just want you all to themselves.

they dont believe in sharing. plus, with the lack of intimacy they grew up with, it took AWHILE before yall have mindblowing sex. they won't let another person see how beautiful you look, when its supposed to be all for him.

its more of an ego thing for katsuki. even if you wanted to, his pride couldn't take it. besides, he can take care of you all by himself. he doesn't need another dick, or even a dildo to have you screaming and crying out in pleasure. and if it was a girl, he'd probably just ignore her anyway.

"sure as hell ain't sharin' you, sugar, thats for sure. tch, c'mere, gimme a kiss. i'll show you why my dick's all you need. gonna fuck these stupid ideas outta that pretty little head of yours."

meanwhile, shoto and iida is just reluctant. like i mentioned, it took you awhile in the relationship before hes fucking you so good. it also just feels weird when another person sees him like that, when its only all for you to see.

"my love... as... exciting, as the idea is, i don't think i like it. is that okay? i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. now spread these legs for me, c'mon. i'll eat you out real good, i promise."

WILLING TO TRY:

sero hanta, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku

they wouldn't say outright no but not outright yes either. they're reluctant because another person would see you all vulnerable like that but the idea of bringing you more pleasure gets his dick really hard.

"it.. depends who its with, mi amor. i dont like it but i don't hate it. let's make a list, yeah? narrow it down and shit and we'll see." (y'all end up picking denki.)

"that's.. not what i was expecting. don't get me wrong, i don't hate it. its hot but its a little weird, y'know what i mean? okay, good. who to ask? bakugo would kill me... mina? she would too. but i'll ask." (she said hell yeah)

"oh! um... sure, why not? i'm not sure who we could ask, though.. maybe kacchan? oh! or, uraraka-san maybe. i'll call him and you call her." (both of them said yes but y'all decided on katsuki. you got drunk on both of their dicks real good.)

YES TO THREESOME:

denki kaminari

i think y'all know why he says yes. this man is kinky as shit, no denying that. he's a pervert but he's not a maniac like mineta. the image of you all fucked out taking on 2 cocks or kissing another woman while you're bouncing on his cock and he's eating her out.. its hot.

the challenging thing here was finding someone who was willing to have a threesome with him though. the person who ended up saying yes was sero. i imagine using both of their quirks to real good use, like bondage or shocking your needy clit.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. yeah? you like getting fucked by that, don't cha? c'mon baby, fuck his cock like you mean it, c'mon."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[richeeduvie]

Sooo…Wedding Bells Part 3? 👀

Wedding Bells (Part Three)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) hope ya'll enjoyyyyy!!!!

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PART ONE PART TWO AUTHOR MASTERLIST

For more (since the masterlist isn't properly updated) you can always just search up "#dogandbone!au" or "#roman roy x reader" and so on for more! <3333

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Roman (and his stomach) can no longer be held back by you. With Stewy's growing boldness, it's impossible to convince him that he's just a wedding date, after the kiss - after tonight...you can't help but attempt to assure yourself too, even as the idea that you don't want to boils. And boils. And boils.

And there's still much more of the night to go.

Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag.

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You are so beautiful. It’s sickening, really. How dare you? 

You’ve always been beautiful to Stewy, except when you were a kid, of course. You know why? Because you were a kid. You were disgusting as much as you were sweet to him. That’s just how kids are. Then you stopped being forteen. You were twenty. Then…you were twenty-five. Twenty-nine. Thirty. And you were beautiful, but there was nothing Stewy attached to the word. You were beautiful the way a beach is beautiful. He doesn’t plan on sticking his cock in the sand anytime soon. 

But something has decided to take him. It is very, very unproductive. And annoying. But what do you deserve? Another Roman? God, he’d rather shoot himself in the head than deny himself his feelings for the sake of…Roy-ethnic mental illness? Well. No, it wouldn’t be for the sake of it, right? Stewy, if he was a Roy, would be denying himself his feelings for you like a petulant fuck until he hurts you. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking so far ahead. He only just started thinking you’re beautiful like five or so hours ago. Maybe Stewy could play this like it’s pure attraction. He’s a grown man. Attraction isn’t feelings - realizing you’re a hot woman isn’t feelings. But also, maybe thinking like this gets him one step closer to denying everything outright. Like a Roy. They love their childish games. Stewy loves that nearly just as much.

It’s mature and sensible to and deserved for him to never deny himself of what he wants, what he’s discovered, but it’s also mature and sensible to move on from it. He’s not going to leak at the sight of you. Probably.

“Stewy?”

Stewy’s head snaps to you.

No. Silly him. His head snaps to your hand on his bicep. It’s soft, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? 

“Yes, princess?” 

“You okay? You’re zoning out a bit.” 

Was he? “Mm. I was just wondering why you’re not up there with the fam-a-lee.” 

Maybe he’s filling himself with hubris - going against everything he says about his lack of feelings…because he makes the choice to run his fingers through your hair. Deliberately. It’s not mindlessly, or out of habit as if he’s done it with other women (maybe he has?). It’s a complete decision pressed against his fingers. 

Jesus Christ. Stewy doesn’t care to pretend that he’s not in control of himself, that his skin goes gooey when you blush at him. That doesn’t mean he has to embrace it with open arms and legs.

But that doesn’t mean he has to stop and find a blonde at someone else's bachelor party so his Daddy can give him kissies. 

Stewy smiles. Okay. Rome doesn’t deserve that bone of harshness. Especially after he puked his fucking skeletal system up. What the hell was that about? 

“Goddaughter titles don’t get you a seat with the bride and groom. Kendall and Rome aren’t gonna be up there. And Connor.”

“Yeah, but I always thought since Shiv was, I don’t know…was she not in love with you for the majority of her budding womanhood?” Stewy blinks at himself, then at the bride and groom table. “Was that pedophilic?” 

Your little, now excruciatingly beautiful face twists in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?” 

“Oh. Of course you were oblivious to the feelings happening amongst your budding womanhood. Ew. Fuck.” 

He smiles at you. No teeth included. 

This is nice. This, being right here next to you, makes him feel good. Chilled - and to be vulnerable like this…somehow this would end up in Logan Roy calling him a fag, to allow his emotions for you fall over him, not under. This is not about trying to get you to blush at him, although as he said…he really likes that. 

Fuck. Maybe Stewy just doesn’t want to admit he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about this, and he’s still touching your hair like he does. But there's a, what? What is he going to call it? A twinkle in your eye? He can handle this if you suddenly find him beautiful too. 

You do, right? He’s sure. He will especially not know what to do if you don’t. But you definitely found him beautiful in the way a beach is before this. Or maybe heaven. He’ll take either. 

What the fuck is he going to do about the sudden you spread along his heart?

“I look good tonight, right? I look as good as I smell?” 

“I haven’t told you yet?” 

“Absolutely not. I would’ve remembered. Kept it right here.” Stewy gestures to his heart, palm flat on his chest. 

“Ohhh. Sorry. You almost look as good as you smell.” 

Stewy smiles. 

“How dare you.” 

Maybe he can figure it out, he’s smart, after all. This is all dependent on you at the end of the day. Even before, when you were just…platonically beautiful, you deserve to pick who and how you’re going to fuck. Or make love. Or hold hands. Whatever it is you do. 

“What are we going to do after this?” 

“After the toasts? Eat. And then dance. Maybe you shouldn’t dance?” 

A beat. 

What? 

“Maybe I shouldn’t dance? Um…Princess,” Stewy puts an arm around your shoulders to pull you in. “You’ve seen me fuck a dancefloor to pieces.” 

You keep yourself blushed before you smile, as you’ve always have. Nothing new. 

Jesus Christ. Fuck me.

“We can dance.” 

“Okay. After?” 

“After? I mean…we go back to our rooms.” 

Okay. Even if that’s not what you want. Okay, because Stewy wants to go back to separate rooms. That’s easy to decide if you want to go back to separate. 

Even if he can tell you don’t want to. He’s sure that’s that softening look on your face. And what does that mean for him? Nothing. Or maybe something. Fuck him at this point. 

But Stewy can see your face softening into a pout that’s almost…guilty. No. Uncomfortable. 

Fuck. Did he make you uncomfortable? Do you really just want to go back to separate rooms? Has he been imagining the flirtations in between the banter? Fuck.

He’s sorry, Princess. He’ll definitely let it go now. 

“Hey.” 

Stewy takes his arm away from your shoulders. He smiles and it’s genuine, but he doesn’t have to crash and burn at the first feeling of…feeling shitty, to act as if he has to put a bullet in his mouth because what does that do? You’re bound to notice, and with what he’s noticed with you and Roman…you’ll feel the need to soothe him for something he did. 

He pokes her bicep. 

“Okay. We go back to our rooms. Okay.” 

“...Okay.” 

There it is. That smile.

Seriously. Fuck him. 

Maybe tension can just stay tension. Stewy’s sly, but apparently not sly or observant enough to know if it goes both ways. He doesn’t need to feel so guilty to the point of having you slave over said guilt. 

With that, why does he go back to when you fourteen at the club with him and Kendall? It’s a memory that hits him…vividly. A beautiful shitload of strobing colors over and under the anger that was his when Kendall, love him always, kept bringing you to snort and drink and crush? 

Stewy blinks at you. And speak of the devil. 

He blinks up at Kendall. 

“Hello, Roy Boy. Haven’t seen you shed one tear yet your little sister growing up and throwing it back on the name Wambsgans.” 

Okay. Ken’s not in the mood. Or…Jesus, he’s in one. Come on, not even gonna crack a smile? 

“Hey, Kendall.” 

Kendall’s eyes shift from Stewy to you. “We need to talk, Stewy.” 

Stewy sucks his teeth with humor. “If this is about…you know, what will have you set for life, then it can wait until your sister and Tom have their first dance-” 

“We need to talk now, Stew. Get up. Please.” Huh. 

Seriously. Okay. What the fuck? Stewy looks to Kendall, then to you just as confused as him. 

“Stewy. Please. Get up.” 

“Okay. Okay. Calm yourself and your clit, Kendall.” Stewy gets up because they need to talk, but he turns back to you in your chair before he’ll let Kendall take him away. “Don’t leave me, I’ll kill myself. Something like that.” 

That sounds like words you're familiar with. 

You smile wide. With teeth. It’s somehow even more pretty than the last smile, but it feels a waste to say “What the fuck?” at this point.

“I’ll try to keep you mentally well from right here.” 

“Alright.” He turns. “...Wait. Hold on.”

He turns back as if he’s forgetting something, because how could he forget?

Stewy takes your hair in his hand. He moves his nose along the strands as he pulls himself away.

You smell pretty. Women have a habit of doing that, women like you have a habit of wearing specific, expensive brands to make you do that. But you right now? At this moment. For the whole fucking night. 

What the fuck. 

Stewy rolls his shoulders. Maybe he isn’t humble enough to admit that it was chills. They were chills at the simple act of sniffing you. Your perfume is fading away anyway, what’s under it isn’t. But it’s not like he’s a fucking wolf. But if he was, he’d be an omega. Probably. 

“Alright, Ken. What do you want?” 

He’s followed Kendall into this dim little hallway that probably leads to the bathroom. For no reason, apparently. Kendall’s not talking, he’s just doing that thing where his head goes low and he blinks at you like you just shot his dog. Stewy knows his best friend so well. 

“What the fuck, man? What the actual fuck?” 

Stewy’s brows go down quickly, eyes blinking just as quick. Yeah. What the fuck? Okay, Ken. He’s not as angry as he’s confused yet, but Stewy’s not playing the guessing game to just be berated at a wedding. 

“Okay, Kendall…I’m just going to ask you something. I want a simple answer before you start throwing your…tantrum. I can accept the tantrum if I get the answer?” 

Kendall’s arm goes up, pointing out into the reception.

“You’re fucking her?”

…Jesus fuck. 

“Woah! What the fuck, dude? Calm down. Actually. I won’t play with the humor and suave you know me so well for…I’ll just question and tell you that…no? No. Kendall? No, man. She’s my date. Or–I’m hers. That’s one–” 

“Yeah? I’m gonna believe that? You want me to believe that?” 

“Yes. Jesus Christ, Kendall.” Everything’s said with a disbelief on his throat. “But even if I was, I don’t understand how that would warrant your eyes bulging at me. Like, dude - they’re going to pop. Why are you going to pop?” 

Kendall shakes his head. 

“Can you blink, please?” 

“Because–cause…she’s…” 

Stewy waits. Wades. Jerks his head forward. It’s always something with his best friend. “She’s…yeah?” 

“She’s her, Stewy. She’s her.” 

Oh. Okay. Perfect. That makes no fucking sense. Stewy scoffs at how it perfectly makes no fucking sense. 

Except…sure. Maybe it does. Fuck him ten times over if that. You’re you. Maybe he’d be more passionate in his request for a single over separate room if you were anybody else. But he wouldn’t be feeling like…this if you were anybody else. Seriously, this would be easier if you were all wolves. 

But Stewy can see you from here. It’s too easy to not have it any other way. He could smile something smuggish, worthy of a punch to his pretty face at it. 

“Yeah? You’re right. She is her.” 

Seriously, Kendall – just blink. And when you do, blink an average amount of blinks.

“Is this, like, the first time you wanted to?” 

Stewy doesn’t blink. He doesn’t close his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Do I have to worry about that? Do I have to look back on all the times before when she was a kid-” 

Whatever was smug on Stewy? It’s burnt to a fucking crisp. What in the actual fuck is wrong with him?

“Kendall. Let’s take this conversation down a level, because I am not doing…that. What the fuck, Ken? Don’t play it like you’re a supercilious Chris Hansen.” “I don’t know who that is and what? You can’t blame me for thinking the question–” 

“I can, actually. I wasn’t the one bringing her–” 

Stewy takes a breath. It doesn’t have to go there. He doesn’t have to burn Kendall in the fire too. 

“What, Stewy? Like, yeah…why are you–are you questioning me now? I’m not the one eating her hair.”

He doesn’t have to hurt his asshole dumbfuck of a friend just because he feels defensive. It’s not even defensiveness. It’s pure confusion, but you were not his friend when you were fourteen. You were the kid his actual friend brought around for some reason, and even now, he’d prefer those memories to be coke dreams because you were fourteen in those clubs and what was Stewy? In college, or just before - all that and someone who was annoyed with you. And he didn’t stop anything. 

And like that, a conversation in a bathroom hallway becomes way too fucking serious. Aching. 

“I would want to rip my skin off every goddamn time you brought her to some club or some…event where teenagers are not allowed to be and it wasn’t because of the laced coke.  You know why? Because she wasn’t my friend. She is now, because she’s in her early thirties and she’s not an oversized toddler I have to make sure stays un-overdosed. So. I’m pretty sure you know, Ken, that if this is a time where I want to do whatever it is you think I want to do with her, it is absolutely the first fucking time.”

Kendall stares at Stewy. He stares at Kendall. 

Well. That explains the whole of it. Suddenly, he feels a lot better at…whatever it is he wants to do with you, Princess. 

He pats Kendall’s shoulder. 

“It is very, very nice to know that you trust and love me enough to accuse me of pedophilia.” 

“I just wanted to make sure, Stew.” 

“I’m going now. Tell the kids I said hi.” 

Stewy goes, leaving Kendall in the dim light, but he wouldn’t know what he looks like in the hall. After that? He can’t even claim it’s unfortunate to feel relief at the sight of you waiting patiently for him. Why would he do that to you? Pretend, even for the sake of a tease. 

With how he can see Roman approaching you with that pitiful, after-puke look in his eyes, you’re going to need as much genuine, comforting truth that tells you you’re the first sign of light for someone as you can get.

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There were a couple of oh no’s throughout the wedding you didn’t want to ruin. Or disrupt at the very least.

“Can we, like, talk? Right now.” 

“Roman. Shiv and Tom are about to walk in–” 

You watched his hands shake. With the way he didn’t point it out to guilt, you instantly knew the reaction was something he was ashamed of. 

…Did he throw up because of you and Stewy–

“Come on. Please. Get up. Come to the table where me and Tabitha are sitting so you can just tell me this is you being a 24-hour whore or that you’re renting and Stewy and you know what? I’ll accept that–” 

You closed your eyes at the feeling of warm, big hands on your shoulders placed with a kiss on top of your head. It’s like you were being caught. But what was the crime? 

“What have you two been up to while I’ve been loitering the toilets?”

There must’ve been one, because you felt it in the rush of your heart and Roman’s unblinking stare. The twitch of his head and neck.

“I knew it.” 

“Roman–” 

“I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. I fucking–”And he cut off. And you didn’t say anything after. Nothing of routine, instinct. The familiar impulse that’s usually instant at the childish, frustrated twist of Roman’s face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so frustrated, and he wasn’t embarrassed enough to hide it from Tabitha as she came over. 

“Fuck! I fucking–”

“Rome? You okay?” 

Roman pushed a chair. It scraped itself all the way to the floor as he walked off, hands pulling at the hair on the back of his head.

…But you felt embarrassed, because you were–are the cause of all of his hurt, and he’s not even yours, but Stewy pretended as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen during the evening. He simply picked the chair back up and sat back on his own. 

“When’s cake?”

It’s really, for the time in your life, moments of distress for Roman you don’t soothe over. Moments you have no desire to soothe. For the most part, but even with the pathetic inklings of wanting to make Roman feel better, wanting to be the one he goes to make him feel better that you feel foolish for…it’s this new, hot white guilt at how they’re only inklings now. How quickly everything’s become small. Smaller. Weaker in the relationship you don’t have with him. 

Or. The guilt is better placed with how you almost burn easily under the fire that is his suffering - but that’s always been you and him, hasn’t it? He likes it when you like how he’s hurt. But there is no you and him. So. What’s the consensus? 

Everything’s too fucking confusing. Conflicting. And it doesn’t help that Stewy’s handsomeness is only just conventional, that his charm isn’t something to roll your eyes at - it’s something you want to pursue, but fuck, you freeze up at a simple touch from him. Is that something to feel pathetic for? Because you’re not a teenager? Because you’re a grown woman who should be able to just figure out what she wants and treat simple touches as if you’re not falling head over ass first? 

Dancing with Stewy under the lights, you don’t know what’s worse, those touches are simply touches and you’re left alone in the feeling, in the buzz of it all, or that Stewy’s actually managed to like you. 

Fuck it. You’ll still hope that the changes in his looks, the way it lingers, or this tension is something you’ve made up in your head. It is something you’ve made up in your head. It wouldn’t be crazy to think that you're desperate for even the idea that someone that isn’t Roman finds you attractive to bed. At least he finds you fun enough to dance with. 

Again. Remember. Ignore the buzz of it all and you’ll get through Stewy being your date. 

“Fuck yes. Fuck this fucking song. In a lovemaking sort of way. Come on, jam! I’ve seen you twerk it out before.” 

“Stewy.” 

“Yes?” 

“Never say twerk it out again.”

Jesus. Stewy really is jamming it out. But he is smooth with it. Smooth in the shoulders. You try to follow. “I guess I have no choice but to listen to you.” 

“No, no you don’t.” 

You smile, head tilting up into his. 

When did you get close enough to be spinned? You’re spun by Stewy. Once. Twice. Over and over and over again. 

“Why are you trying to fling my brain out of my skull?” 

“Um. I’m trying to loosen your bones? Make you show some teeth. Jesus Christ.” In the instant, the man in front of you’s bent over, breathing out hard. “I need you to tighten my bones.” 

You tilt your head. “How?” 

Stewy breathes out hard one more time, hands takes yours before he steadies himself into shimmying his shoulders again. 

“That’s up to you. I’m your date because you’re in love with me, and I’m kind. Everything that happens tonight is up to you.” 

You almost still. 

That’s a scary fucking thought. That is especially a scary sort of power you shouldn’t have, it’s a thought you have as the music slows into another song.

“Like right now.” 

You didn’t realize you weren’t looking at Stewy until your eyes shifted back to his face, his face…soft? The way it stands out on him is…

Beautiful. For a second and the next, you’re not looking to Roman at his table, sitting the way he was during Shiv and Tom’s first dance, and the toasts, and dinner, and cake – and now. Back bent, face almost emotionless, which means he’s only twitching or tilting his head ever so slightly, which means his thoughts are too heavy. That he feels as if his head is going to fall off if he moves it further or quicker than how he’s moving it now. 

“Sweet-tart. Hey.” 

“Sorry. What?” 

“You wanna go back to the table and stuff yourself with the last pieces of cake or kill me by making me go through this song?” 

You blink. 

“Up to you.” 

Because when has anything ever been up to you? 

Stewy blinks, sighing out loud and dramatically. It’s all familiar as he looks around. You think he’s deciding for you, even if he’s saying otherwise.

You try your best to hide your shiver when his hand intertwines with yours, the other on your waist. 

He sways. He makes you sway. 

“...Wow, Stewy – you’re almost good enough for prom.” 

Back and forth on each foot, he smiles without teeth at you as he spins the both of you slowly. Very slowly. It’s a slow dance, and you’re wishing he picked the cake because in the slowness of it all, you can feel every tingle down your spine with every squeeze on your waist. 

But he gave you the chance. So…

“I wish I could say the same about you.” 

Oh well. 

You inhale light…but you inhale all the air in the world when Stewy puts his face into your neck, like this is not a simple touch, like your heart is about to burst. 

You’re hoping it is, you’re wishing it’s not. 

The spin reaches a 180, it’s where the both of you just sway, you can’t see the way Roman doesn’t stare at you, only the way he stares into the table picking at what’s hopefully not his skin.

“Hey, after this, I have to be on standby for a bit.” 

“Is this what you and Kendall were talking about?” 

“What he took me away from you for? No. Not at all, but this is for Kendall. For the company.” 

You’re surprised at the cryptic honesty, like you don’t work for Logan Roy and what he’s talking about sounds like something Logan Roy would piss all over. 

“Okay. I’m just an assistant–” 

“An assistant of worlds, like a fucking nepo-baby badass.” 

“Hey.” 

He kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry.” 

You feel yourself twitch. You feel him still before he bumps you. 

“Hey. I am sorry. I’ve been taking the one time you’ve allowed a kiss for every kiss. I’m greedy.” 

“No!”Jesus fucking Christ. “No. I’m sorry, just–I don’t have a say in how Waystar leans, but will I still have a job after you and Kendall do whatever you’re going to do.” 

“I wouldn’t put you out of a job. No. Don’t worry, but the Roys are definitely calling a family meeting. Poor Shiv.” 

“Poor Shiv indeed.”

Silence sits after that, or, the silence of the both of you under the music. You close your eyes. 

The guilt over Roman isn’t gone, the feeling of patheticness isn’t gone - nothing is gone and everything is conflicting and yes and no and Stewy is too beautiful and you’re still comparing his beauty to Roman, and neither of their beauty belongs to you, but you close your eyes. You’re relaxed. It’s needed. It’s perfect. 

You don’t if it’s because you can’t see Roman even if you had your eyes open or if it’s because of the way you feel in Stewy’s arms. You don’t know what one or the other means.

“You are beautiful. Weird.” 

“...Huh?”

But it’s beautiful for the while it lasts, you’re thankful that he’s let you have it. 

And for three seconds, you don’t know what’s taken it away, but you feel Stewy nearly thrown back from you.

“Okay–fucking Christ!” 

Roman’s pulled him by the fucking collar. 

“Roman!” 

You can already feel a crowd turning its eyes on you. 

“What the fuck, man?” 

Roman doesn’t blink, he simply points to Stewy. “Oh. You don’t have a quip? You don’t have something to prove you’re stoic and sly towards pale-palmed me before you fuck my bestfriend?” Then to you, your name on his tongue is false, pitchy confusion – face showing just the same. “He doesn’t have a quip. How are you going to get your pussy wet for him now?” 

Stewy rubs his neck. 

“This is your sister’s wedding. Really?” 

“Roman.” 

You will not let the tears come, not when your fists flex and your face burns first. 

This isn’t just a lack of need to comfort him, this is the almost unfamiliar need to make him shut the fuck up. 

What is wrong with him? Why is he doing this? 

“Can we at least move this off the floor?” 

You quickly glance to where Shiv and Tom sit, you think they’ve gotten sight, but they couldn’t know what’s happening. Same for Logan. And Caroline. And Tom’s parents. 

“Please. Seriously.” 

Roman throws his palms up before you hear footsteps. “Why? This is where you and Hosseini use slow dancing at my sister’s wedding–yes, my sister’s wedding, I know that! So, fuck you–this is where you and her and you and him use slow dancing as foreplay.” Roman laughs high, closed lips.

You used to tease him in arguments, he sounds like an angry tea kettle. Or gnome. 

“Hey, you guys. What’s happening over here? Everything okay? How’s my…how’s my favorite employee doing? Rome?” 

Tom’s made it quickly over to the dance floor, you can tell his hands don’t know what to do, but Roman flinches even before his new brother-in-law has a chance to touch his shoulder. “We’re moving! We’re moving, Groom. Off to the side.” 

“What’s going on-” 

“Tom. Seriously. Go bend over for Shiv.” 

You all move over to the side. Tom sidles away to his seat. You breathe in. 

“I’m leaving–”

“I tugged on you, Stewy. What was I going on about? Oh yeah, your foreplay. How vanilla. How fucking boring. You–what?” 

Roman’s smug rage drops for a second. Only a second at your eyes catching his. He swallows. You couldn’t feel bad that he feels bad. Is that progress or a negative here?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what, Rome? I’m angry because this is Shiv’s wedding and you’re making fools out of us for what? Because I danced with him?” 

You feel a hand take yours. 

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” Roman laughs with his mouth open this time. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself or argue. You can leave. Right now.” 

“Oh! Stewy…what the fuck? Are you actually pretending like you don’t wanna bend her over as a show of dominance–” 

“Go ahead. Be gross in front of everybody that might have even the slightest shred of respect for you. And then go be a sad little nobody before you choke somebody else out again because…your friend danced with her date. Maybe, Ro-Ro-”

Roman chuckles. You can tell. It’s all the fire within him. But Stewy runs his tongue over his teeth, eyes rolling with a smile dropping, if a smile was ever there. 

“Maybe, you can do a poll to see if people will side with you? Let’s see how many guests would think you seriously after you pulled on my collar like I’m a rabid dog which, you look like the biter, but I digress, let’s just see if they actually see you with some fucking merit after you break up a slow dance because I danced with my date. And I don’t need to monologue to defend or explain myself or quip. I can just leave this situation because, what the fuck do you think this is? Are you still in middle school?” 

Stewy turns to you. 

“Is this a military school habit–” 

Stewy’s pushed.

Roman pulls at his hair after his push. Hard. You sniffle, eyes lowering, burning at the thought that he feels like he can do this, burning at the thought that everyone’s watching him do it. 

“Fuck! Sorry. I–this is like…this is–” 

You can feel his eyes on you. 

“This is your fault. I can’t feel…normally.” 

You feel Stewy squeeze your hands. 

“Leave. Or…” You look up, watching him shake his head as he eyes the room. “It’s up to you. But I’m leaving. I’m sorry I can’t defend you, but you know it is the adult thing to leave. We can talk. Or not.” 

“...Stop talking to her.” 

You think Roman’s saying it softly, hurt – his hands still pulling on his hair. You hope he pulls it out. You hope you can sew him back together. Inkling against inkling. 

“But I’m leaving…hey. Hey.”

What Stewy says, he says it softly too, like he’s talking to a wounded animal. 

“Let’s go.” 

You blink. 

You taste the tears you didn’t know you were crying. 

You look up to Roman, his face soft in his own hurt, but he’s waiting, like there’s a punishment ready for him. But you don’t have anything, nothing but a question. And it’s not the adult thing to say before the adult thing to do. It doesn’t make you sound thirty, or forteen. 

It makes you sound like a child. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” 

Roman stares at you after you ask it. You sound like you’re eight years old. 

“...You–you promised me that he wasn’t anything.” 

He sounds like he’s nine. It’s even softer, somehow. You close your eyes. 

It really is all your fault. Always. Never his. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, can you, like–where are you going? Fuck you. I’m sorry. Just, I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't blast you on the floor. Hey–”

You walk quickly with Stewy at your hand, his hand in yours before he takes it away to rub your back. Your head stays down, but you don’t think Tabitha’s at their table. You don’t know where Kendall is. You don’t want to see anyone ever again. 

But the familiarity of Roman, in the rage of the both of you, is vivid. Even as you leave the reception building, moving out into the dark of the night, you see only him. You can imagine him crying under strobing lights, and he’s never embarrassed, and he always is. And he’s never sorry, and he always is. 

And he’s still right before you as tears well up quicker, this image of him in a salty blur. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

The grass crunches underneath the both of you. 

You couldn’t figure out how Roman’s image disappears with the blink of your eyes. 

As tears are wiped away. 

“Fucking bastard. What a bitch. Don’t go leaky on me. But, actually..fuck. Fuck him! I’m embarrassed for both of us.” ” 

Stewy wipes away more of your tears. 

“He is so fucking shameless…” He flicks his hand, flinging the droplets away. You’re comforted. You’re soothed…like it was this easy for you. Huh. 

“Is that what a man needs to do to get with you?” 

You choke on the laughter as much as the tears. Through the red, under the stars, you see him smile at you as he pulls his arm around your shoulder. 

You don’t know if he’s bringing you to your room or his. You don’t know if you’re ready. But Stewy said, in all this kisses and teases and hands against yours. He said it. 

It’s up to you.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

First and Last Dance

Summary: After dying, you refuse to follow your reaper into the afterlife before experiencing what sex feels like. Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab!Reader Genre: Smut, Horror, One-Shot Tropes: virgin!reader, grim reaper!AU, first and last time Word Count: 2.4K Contains: mild corruption kink, mentions of alcohol and drugs, discussion of dying in a fire, waking up disoriented, memory loss, cursing, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby girl, sir), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), marking, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering (f. receiving)

"Ugh," you groan as you wake up, gripping your head tight thanks to your hangover. "Fuck, did I really do that much last night?"

Looking around with squinting eyes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. The dark grey walls and black-out curtains certainly help your headache, but you can't remember how you got here or where here even is.

The creak of the door draws your attention. In walks a beautiful man with hair like raven feathers and an outfit matching the dark room. Quickly, your brain runs through an empty shelf of memories, trying to figure out whether you did something with this gorgeous man and forgot. Patting your body, you find all your clothes on your body, but not quite intact. Noticing holes in the fabric, you push down the covers to figure out the damage. Strangely, you find scorch marks all over your shirt - a burned hem cutting its original length, small holes with blackened edges from sparks flying onto the flammable fabric, even a full sleeve missing.

Before you can ask about the night prior, the stranger speaks, "You probably don't remember. That tends to happen." He pulls a chair closer to the bed, sitting back and relaxing. As if running on a script, he rallies off information, "Last night, you were at a party. An accident happened, where someone dropped a lit cigarette into some spilled alcohol. Not very many people survived, as the alcohol fire spread quickly and most of the party goers were impaired by the various drugs and alcoholic drinks."

A fire? You remember everyone's screams shifting from excited to terrified, but can't remember the flames themselves. With that big of a disaster, you wouldn't have expected to forget, even under the influence.

"At least I made it out safe."

"You didn't, Y/N." The man reveals with a look of boredom on his face, "That's why I'm here. My name is Seonghwa, and I'm a reaper. It is my job to collect the newly deceased and lead you into the afterlife."

"No."

Finally showing emotion in his reaction, Seonghwa doesn't know what to say, frozen in shock. Nobody has outright denied him like this. They've fought, cried, cursed him, and even struck him, but nobody has had your composure to simply say no.

"I can't die yet. I haven't done so many things. I've barely even hugged people I found attractive. What about my first kiss, my first time? Or traveling with someone I love? I can't die when I haven't done any of that. Send me back."

There it is. A line Seonghwa's heard time and time again. But this time, it's framed differently. No first kiss? Seonghwa empathizes with you, as a reaper who often wonders of the joys of living. Reapers, of course, weren't granted that chance; forged by the gods of death with the sole purpose of easing their jobs, reapers often face a tedious, repetitive life. Most were okay with it, as that is all they ever knew, but everyone hears stories of those driven crazy after too many interactions with humans.

"I cannot send you back. You're already dead, and that's out of my powers. I simply lead you to the proper afterlife."

Your posture drops as he explains this. All you ever wanted was a sweet love story in your life, and now it won't happen. Despite this, your urge to at least try something still rages within you. So much so that you don't even try to stop yourself from asking Seonghwa a desperate question.

"Could you show me what love is like? Or at least let me feel what it's like to kiss and touch someone?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected request, Seonghwa forgets his words for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly. You look at him, anticipating his answer and hoping he'll give in.

"You want to kiss me? To touch me?"

"Why not? You have a pretty face, a nice voice, and probably a body sculpted by gods. Why wouldn't I? You seem nice, too."

Something in the naivety of your words pulls at him. Urges he didn't know he held surface as you pout at him, and he can't stop himself from wanting to show you everything he can before leading you to your final resting place. Here, in the confines of these smoke-colored walls where time stands still and everything lies in limbo, Seonghwa breaks his personal protocol to indulge in something dark bubbling inside him. Without saying another word, he pushes himself off the chair and kisses you. He moves so fast that you can't catch your breath before his lips are mingling roughly with yours. Your hands find their way to his chest while his snake behind you, one on your upper back and the other resting on your hip.

He brings you closer, tightening the gap. As you both pant out in breaks from the sloppy kiss, your body heats up. Although you're certain you can't be kissing very well based on how much more work he's doing, he doesn't seem to pay it any mind. His luscious lips overtake yours with ease, you feel every movement amplified. The moment his cold hands slide under the remaining fabric covering you, it feels so enticing against your hot body, cooling your back down with a simple touch. Slowly, you find him guiding you to lie on the bed. He hovers above you, looking down on you as he appreciates the look on your face - a look begging for more but not knowing what that might entail; a mix of fear and longing.

Your innocence spurs him on more than he thought possible; even just seeing you looking at him and trying to steady your breathing drives him insane. His usually loose pants much more snug thanks to his erection, Seonghwa refuses to hold himself back. With a quick swipe of his hand, your shirt rips apart, revealing your bare stomach and beautifully adorned chest. With a deep growl and another swipe, your pants fall to the sides of your legs, leaving you lying under him in your matching bra and panty set.

"What a wonderful color on you." His hand lingers on your waist as he admires how well the color of your underwear suits your skin tone, "I almost don't want to rip it off of you. Almost."

Leaning in, Seonghwa leaves kisses all over your uncovered body, marking you in places he knows will feel best for you - under your ear, along your collarbone, on both hips, right above the covered portion of your chest. Although his kisses are soft, his marks turn aggressive as he sucks hard and even bites down on some spots.

Along with the rough marking, his hands make quick work of the little remaining fabric on your body. When his lips reach fabric, he quickly works to remove it. Unlike before, he takes care not to rip apart your undergarments, bringing a temporary sense of kindness to his actions. Unbeknownst to you, he's careful with them so he can hold onto them after you leave him - a souvenir of sorts. That kindness doesn't last long, not when your naked body is on full display for him. Looking down at you, he can feel himself salivate at your inexperience as it leaves you slightly covering yourself in nervousness. His eyes darken before he moves further down the bed, spreading your legs to place his face snuggly between them.

"Y-You don't have to-"

"Sweetheart," he growls as he peeks up at you, "What fun would it be if I didn't show you everything?"

Kissing and nibbling the skin on your inner thigh, his silky black hair prickles against your other leg. The closeness of the sensations to your throbbing core makes you squirm involuntarily. Feeling him chuckle against your thigh, your hands fly to your face as it heats up from the embarrassment. After giving both thighs plenty of attention, he centers himself, proud to see you soaking already. Running a finger through your folds, he uses your arousal to coat his fingers before sliding them inside you, one at a time. At the first insertion, your body tenses in response to the newfound sensation. You expected that you'd feel similar to when you do it, but the angle, the size, the speed - everything feels so different. He moves the finger in and out before adding his second one, stretching your tense body out some more.

He kisses your thigh as his fingers curl inside of you, "Relax, sweetheart. Believe me, it'll feel so much better when you untense yourself. Breathe. Enjoy it."

At his coaxing, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Letting yourself relax, you notice the knots in your body fading, replaced with the intense warmth of your core and the slow, intoxicating movement of his fingers inside you. Noticing this, Seonghwa leans in, swirling his tongue around your folds and quickly finding your clit. He's careful and calculated in his movements here, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. But he knows exactly how to work you up, and you feel something build inside you. You recognize this feeling and let your hips grind against him as you chase after the high you desire. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the roughness and pressure sending you over the edge. He continues curling his fingers perfectly inside you as you ride through your orgasm, the feeling rippling through you.

Slowly removing his fingers from you, you wince at the emptiness, but he caresses your cheek and shushes you as he lifts himself again. Dragging his shirt over his head, you gawk at his torso. He's slim but well-built. Not quite six-pack well, but the soft lines running down his abs look better without the added dimension. You lift your hand to drag your fingertips over his body, but he's too busy tearing his pants down to give you a chance. Your gaze drops as he moves, drawn to his cock standing tall and proud. You were right - he's definitely sculpted by gods, and whoever made him needed to be worshipped even more. How could a dick be good-looking? Everything you'd seen before was not for looking, but his looked delicious, curving upward slightly and built to spread someone open in the best ways.

While you're busy gawking at him, he climbs above you again. Grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing your gaze back to his face, he smirks.

"My face is up here, love. What could possibly be better to look at than this face?"

Crashing his lips against yours again, he doesn't need to hear an answer. Holding himself up with one arm, he moves a hand between his legs. Grabbing himself, he coats his length in your fluids by rubbing himself between your folds. The small touches leave you begging for more as he pulls his lips off of yours.

"Please... I need it."

"Oh? You need it? What a gorgeous sentence to fall from your breathless lips. Well, let me oblige."

Lining his tip up with your entrance, he slowly pushes in, stretching you out even with such a small amount. Growling with a clenched jaw, he manages to keep his pace despite wanting to bury himself entirely inside you. After a painfully long wait, he bottoms out inside of you. His length brings tears to your eyes, but they don't overflow. The burning stretch shifts away after a while, but your breath remains caught in your throat.

Pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his knuckles, he praises you, "You're doing so well. You can take all of me. Good job, baby girl. Let me know when you're ready."

His kind words calm you down, allowing your breathing to return to you. when the burn fades completely and your body adjusts to his size, you wiggle a bit, urging movement.

"Use your words, sweetheart. Are you ready?"

"Yessir. Please move."

Once again, your innocence feeds his urge to ruin you entirely. With your sweet voice and naivety of what it'll feel like when he moves, he throws out his plan to ease you into everything. Pulling back slowly, he slams into you, his hips hitting your thighs on impact. He keeps going at this pace, roughly slamming into you again and again. Your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth falls open, noises messily leaving your lips as your brain muddles. His hands grip your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh as he uses his grip to pull you into him. Filling the room with the sounds of sex, Seonghwa's head falls back for a moment as he enjoys the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"Seonghwa," his name falls softly from your lips, "I'm gonna-"

Unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm crashes upon you, Seonghwa groans at the sensation of you finishing around him. He picks up his pace, sloppily pounding into you as he chases his own high. Leaning forward into you, his head falls into the crook of your neck, teeth gripping onto your skin as he finishes inside you. Feeling the warm liquid shooting into you, you feel strangely complete, as if all you needed to feel alive again was a grim reaper's cum.

As Seonghwa lies on top of you, your collective pants now the only sounds in the small room, you thank him for obliging in your silly request. The embarrassment of begging a total stranger to take your virginity finally hits you, so you add a small apology at the end.

Brushing your hair with his fingertips, he replies, "Don't apologize. Thank you for letting me be your experience, it awakened and quelled a desire I didn't realize I had."

"'Your experience,' that's funny. Since it's my first and last, right? You'll be all I know." You poke fun at the situation in front of you, trying to relieve the nerves slowly gathering about the afterlife.

"Good." He growls out deeply. "Keep it that way. It makes me so happy knowing that you really are all mine."

Tags: @dimpledsatan-recs @mo0nbeams

[panchulien]

bratty makarov!! i need him to get put in his place. He's too confident, he needs to be shaken up a little bit just to remind him he's just a man. idc who does it, i just need someone to break him down and then break him in half

Anon, I wanted to write something for this so bad but considering my writing habits it'd wait for so long, and I don't wanna be disrespectful. If I do end up writing though you'll be the first to know.

Listen, there are only two people who can talk back to Vladimir Makarov and live to see another day. Andrei and Milena.

Milena because in my head they're besties (wlw & mlm solidarity. milena's husband wasn't murdered by others, it was milena herself. don't ask how I know) She can playfully bully Makarov when he fucks up, and Makarov knows he can't get back at Milena because she's one of their most important assets, and a long time friend. (so much for that, though, after MW2 LMFAO)

Andrei because he's the only one allowed to do something about it. Get physical and fuck some sense into him. He's the definition of "This man can't be fixed. I can fuck him though, maybe that will calm him down."

Andrei is the only one Makarov truly trusts, so he doesn't hesitate to take the matters in his own hands.

Makarov could be more restless than usual, twitchy and even more of a bitch over all. Andrei picks up the signs and immediately knows he should do something about it, put the man in his place. Had it been anyone else Makarov would have them shot for even making a comment or looking at him a certain way, but with Andrei he almost wants him to.

Sometimes he's not aware he's doing it, he's genuinely on edge, it's not easy leading a whole company into starting another world war. He's prone to overworking himself, denying himself sleep and other necessary things, resulting in him being more insufferable than usual. Lashes out, intolerant of even the tiniest of mistakes, twitchy and irritated. That's when Andrei knows he has to step in as his second in command, drag him into a secluded room and handle Makarov's attitude. He gets rough with him because Makarov will NOT surrender easily, he will lash out and bite and threaten Andrei with a demotion, but Andrei doesn't budge. Ties his hands up behind his back, manhandles his commander and works his magic until he's pliant under his hands. With the way he's been pent up for so long, it doesn't take Andrei long to turn him into a crying begging mess.

Sometimes he will deliberately try to get under Andrei's skin. It's not his general attitude but rather personal towards Andrei. Tries to rile him up, is a complete brat and Andrei knows exactly what he's trying to get at. Maybe he will give him what he wants, maybe he will drag it out and it'll turn into this little competition between them about who's going to break first. Makarov always wins, of course, because at the end of the day he gets to have Andrei deep inside him while Andrei takes it out on him. He's not gentle, whispers outright disrespectful shit into Makarov's ear, much to his pleasure.

He probably takes pride in the fact that he's the only man who can rile up Andrei Nolan and see him like this. I don't know.

[undead-moth]

I gotta say I forgot until rewatching The Bear recently how much I hate Claire. I don't mean as a character. I understand why her character was introduced and the purpose it served and she's an integral part of the overarching story being told -

But as a person, if she were a real person, I hate her so much.

She bumped into a childhood friend she hadn't spoken to in years, right? From what I can tell, she and Carmy were never close friends. They went to the same school. Their social circles were in close proximity, maybe even overlapped to a degree - but the two of them, specifically, were not close friends. Not even close enough to be friends.

And she bumps into him after years without speaking to him, and basically asks for Carmy's number. Carmy's in a social situation where it would be somewhat rude, and very awkward, to deny her, and Claire is aware that's the case, and purposefully exploits it.

Then later, she finds out he gave her a fake number. She's an intelligent person. She knows it wasn't by mistake. And what does she do? She goes to fucking Fak and gets his real number, which she knows Carmy doesn't want her to have, and then calls Carmy and asks him why he gave her a fake number as if that isn't? Self-explanatory? Why do people usually give fake numbers, Claire?

And once again, she's putting him in this position where it would be very rude, and very awkward, to say, "I didn't give you my real number because I didn't want you to have my real number." She's already aware that he wasn't able to bring himself to do the rude and awkward thing the first time - she knows he won't be able to this time either. And then she has the audacity to tell him not to "make it weird," and ask him if he's actually okay with her having his number, when she knows he wouldn't feel comfortable telling her the truth!

What is wrong with her? If she were a male character we would all rightfully hate her. We would all readily recognize that this behavior is inappropriate, stalker-like behavior. And what's most infuriating about it is most women have been in this situation before, where a guy has asked them for their number and they didn't feel safe or comfortable outright saying, "No." Most women have given fake numbers, especially young, conventionally attractive women like Claire. You can't tell me that Claire has never given a fake number before.

And then? What does she do? She excuses her own inappropriate behavior by telling him that the only reason she's calling is to ask him to help her move? Are you fucking kidding me? First of all, "Can you help me move?" is the kind of question you generally only ask people who are pretty close to you, because you're aware it's a laborious and unenjoyable thing to do. But on top of that, she's supposedly asking Carmy because she knows that Carmy at one point owned a truck and might still own that truck. The same truck Neil Fak could just as easily drive! Why the fuck are you asking Carmy to help you move in case he still owns that truck, when you could ask Fak, who you are much closer to? Like? You're really going to ask someone you haven't spoken to in years, who you just happened to bump into, and who very obviously intentionally gave you a fake number, to help you move? When you already know he's not comfortable turning you down?! What is wrong with her? How fucking entitled is that?

And one thing that is frustrating is how even though we are meant to root against Carmy and Claire's relationship, and there's purposeful foreshadowing of its end, and even narrative hints that Claire isn't right for Carmy, and that she's an antagonist in this story - I don't think we're supposed to have a problem with her behavior. I don't think any of this was meant to contribute to us not liking her, or not wanting Carmy to be with her. I really think we were supposed to be endeared by all of this and think it's all perfectly normal flirtation, and not manipulative and predatory behavior.

What's more is that the heart of this story isn't about a man opening a restaurant, or a man falling in love - it's about a man learning to recover from trauma. If you found the lowest common denominator of this story and simplified it, that's what this story would be about. A mentally ill man healing.

I just rewatched the freezer scene. It is alarming - but all of it says more about how Carmy perceives himself, than how he sees Claire, or their relationship, or love. All of it is a neon sign advertising Carmy's severe mental state, and it is obvious this man needs help. He needs support. He needs reassurance from loved ones.

I understand why Claire hearing what Carmy said would be hurtful. I understand why she would be upset. I understand why she would be questioning their relationship.

And still, I think, you really just heard Carmy, this man you supposedly love, say all that - and you're just going to leave him like that? You're just going to leave and not reach out again at any point?

And especially with Claire, who is a medical professional working in the fucking emergency room. I would bet on a daily basis she gets people in the emergency room who are in a state of mental distress. Who are thinking about killing themselves, or have attempted to kill themselves. She knows what mental illness looks like, how it manifests, and the way it makes people think!

And she just left! She just left because she took it all personally and made it all about herself and how it affected her!

You can't tell me that woman ever loved Carmy. You can't even tell me that woman ever knew Carmy.

And if this was all it took - one single glimpse into Carmy's trauma - to make her leave, she was never, ever going to be right for Carmy. She was never, ever going to be what Carmy needed. She was never, ever going to be "healthy" for him, or "peace."

Sydney has glimpsed Carmy's trauma on multiple occasions now. She glimpsed it in season 1, when she and Carmy had only begun to have a mutual respect and investment in each other on an acquaintance shared-workspace level - and even though Syd left too, she came back. She came back even when Carmy's symptoms then were being purposefully directed at her and others - whereas Claire was never supposed to hear what Carmy was saying in the freezer. Syd came back even though they weren't committed in the same way, even though she wasn't supposedly in love with him, and even though what she got was worse. And she's been in that same position multiple times since, to different degrees - but nonetheless. She always knows her worth, and what she deserves - but it never means abandoning Carmy completely. It never means making his problems about her.

Fuck Claire so much, honestly. I'm so glad she's gone. This is just another way it is so obvious it was always, always going to be Sydney.

[eyeballtank]

There's a lot to be said about the 4chan hack thing. One being "this site stopped being good since 2009 or something", another is that it was caused by the Sharty. Basically, think of them as to 4chan what Twitter Zoomers are to Tumblr refugees. Like little freaks "raised" by the previous generation of failed adult Millenials who passed some terrible lessons to malformed fetuses who act even more annoying than the ones before them.

I also expect the usual "I'm so glad I matured as a person" responses from people that think Twitter only became bad when Elon Musk took over. We're in an age where most people only use few websites and the internet is this oversocialized panopticon where people act like cops over others. It's more honest to say "I stopped using 4chan because I hate seeing Nikocado on the fucking catalog" than do this performative "I'm a heckin good person now" since we all know where that fake growth comes from.

One could argue that for better or worse, 4chan was still closer to the "wild west" internet compared to the "cyberpunk dystopia" nature of other websites in this day and age. Though there's still stories like a guy threatning someone with the "in Minecraft" meme as a way to make it safer but still got arrested. Or the inverse where somehow, escaping soulless algorithms, there's hundred of horrible FaceBook images that employees had to look through or a couple or bait-and-switch videos on YT with DreamyBull waiting for someone's stream to be ruined.

I'd also make a point of how 4chan being down could lead to its annoying people invade other websites. But I also won't be surprised if some people will outright deny that the "Tumblr exodus" was ever a thing (Because if a subject seems absurd or silly in nature, you can always hope people forget even the basics, so the ones trying to correct you are seen as "too online, touch grass bro lol").

Another thing to consider: Somehow, SomethingAwful outliving 4chan. Still, I feel like saying that in a way, people were supposed to learn something from the internet but they didn't really learn the right lessons. We're at a point where a generation of people don't even think of how important anonymity is for the internet. And not even older users make an effort to share or pass down valuable hints and tips.

[aeternallis]

one of the things most frustrating to think about as someone who did go through the immigration system in the US is the fact that there seems to be a genuine belief by a significant portion of the populace in this country that the immigration system is a simple, straightforward process, when it most certainly is not.

for one thing, the applications to gain some form of legal status themselves are confusing af to actually read through. most of the applications uses confusing language and can be upwards of about 15-20 pages worth of documents you gotta spend time actually pouring through.

for example, currently the i-485 form (application for green card) sits at about 24 pages, and requires a couple of hours to fill out. for most immigrants who know little to no english, either they would have to sit with an english-speaking paralegal to help them, or one of their relatives who knows english would need to be the one to help them out.

the i-130 form (application for alien relatives) is about 12 pages, and just as hella confusing to go through.

the i-589 (application for asylum) and i-765 (application for worker's permit) aren't too bad in comparison, at about 7-8 pages, but even so, the legal language is still a hassle to try and understand.

(yes, I have helped both my parents fill out all these forms)

oh, and did i mention that every one of these forms cost money to file and submit to uscis for processing? this is not counting the typical immigration lawyer's fees immigrants have to fork up in order to get some decent representation, most immigrants still need to make a living one way or another, or how else are they to provide for their families and give their children a better future? (and ya know, afford the fees to try and actually go through the process of gaining legal status here???)

not only that, answering any of the questions wrong on any of these forms could be enough for uscis to reject the filing or outright deny it. and no, ofc there's no refunds on the application fees.

for a country that has a horrendous literacy crisis, i would so love to see the rest of y'all try to take a gander at these forms and see if you don't lose your goddamn mind.

have i mentioned how fucking terrifying it is when uscis officers grill you during the interview process???? because yes, there is an interview component to most of these forms. as if their questions are literally designed for you to fail???!!

this is just a few aspect of the immigration process that's so broken right now, it might as well be a 10k puzzle piece scattered in a room.

the strenuous waiting time between processing of applications, the anxiety of the elections every goddamn year because politicians cannot fucking make up their minds with how immigration ought to be tackled in this country, all the while immigrants also have to deal with the stress of everyday life and whatever challenges that brings.

uscis is still working through a backlog of applications from decades ago, and some people in this country really have the goddamn audacity to think, "they have to get here legally and go through the process that way"???!

a fucking luxury (ignorant af though, mind you) for some of y'all to say, indeed, especially if all it took back then for your family to get here was through ellis fucking island.

my aunt petitioned my dad with the i-589 form over 38 years ago when he was still living in the philippines, and mind you, the visa number from that filing was only granted and mailed to my dad's old house last year in december 2024, when we went home to visit relatives for the holidays and long after he's already become a US citizen.

i'm not asking for people to change their minds about immigration or that this country ought to let everyone in, i knowwwwww the system is broken and terrible.

but what i am asking is for people to educate themselves and to be open-minded, to not dismiss the struggles of immigrants, because those who think that the immigration process in this country is easy are hella ignorant and will never understand the sort of anxiety illegal immigrants go through, for the sake of trying to provide a better future for their children.

[gala-xyzz]

FOR THE YAPPING 🫵 myth and mayhem stuff, worldbuilding, and valley elder headcanons please 🥺

ohohohohohohohoho you picked some good ones. this is gonna take a few reblogs so get ready

first up myth and mayhem because i fucking love them (you can tell because i affectionately torture mayhem and made myth the villain <3 )

at first the relationship is more hateful than anything. myth does something, and no matter how small that something is, it just makes mayhem explode. mayhem is very easily set off when someone is messing with him. or his friends. (though mayhem's relationship with his friends, or just anyone in general, is fascinating and would warrant its own yap session) mayhem's mad that this guy almost got them killed for his own amusement and wants to basically take ringer from him (who he is REALLY protective of) for god knows what reason

so he tries to deal with myth in the way he knows best: trying to kick his ass! only because myth isn't physically there, it's impossible. which makes mayhem even angrier, and myth more amused (and more in love with mayhem but he's totally in denial about this. he's absolutely convinced he abandoned all of his sentimentality years ago. he's wrong) and myth, because 1) he thinks it's funny and 2) realizes that angry mayhem will slow the group down, keeps provoking him on purpose

mayhem is also getting angry at myth because he knows he's feeling something about this son of a bitch, but he's not sure what it is and it annoys him. add that to whatever hell myth's putting them through and you have a recipe for absolute rage and disaster

and then the wasteland happens

they don't know who myth is still, but they know he's powerful. he has a sword made from shardstone (my name for the red rocks), he's friendly with the krill, and, as he can grow the darkness plants, has been going out of his way to make everyone's lives that much worse

now if there's something mayhem likes it's powerful people. which isn't surprising given that he is the world's biggest attention-seeker and powerful people can get you more attention. and so when myth almost kills him with that sword he thinks "wait a minute this guy is some serious shit" but is still trying to deny to himself that he has any emotional attachements to this guy. oh mayhem you fool

myth by this point realizes that he does have a crush on mayhem and now thinks it's absolutely hilarious and a good idea to try and push him into a situation where mayhem will be forced to admit any feelings he has for him. thus why he gets the gang to go to eden. there, he can have total control of the situation and they can't complain about it

of course mayhem is freaked out when he learns what myth is but he also hates him more. and is still in raging denial. but on the way back home, after ringer's been handed over to myth, he realizes "well if the world is basically about to end i might as well find some way to tell this guy i like him. without telling him outright because that would be a bruise on my pride and i am a proud little asshole"

so he basically forces ringer to go back home instead by "sacrificing" himself. he lies and claims it's because he cares about ringer (which he sort of does, he's honestly closer to ringer than his own sister), but he's really doing it for selfish reasons. which is very mayhem. he is a selfish little asshole how is he the protagonist here

anyways he finally gets to fight myth. and they're both excited about this fight and while they're pretending to still hate one another they both know they won't be able to keep it up for much longer. so when myth absolutely destroys mayhem and leaves him there, dying on the ground, mayhem just. summons the last of his energy and rage and love. and just. tackles myth. and they have the world's most hate-filled kiss. but they're secretly enjoying it

also when mayhem is basically a zombie he is absolutely enjoying his time with myth but he would never tell anyone that lmao. myth knows though. and he WILL bring it up if i make a sequel for this

[leolithe]

Something I find really interesting about the Lotus' dialogue after the Lotus Eaters is her use of the word 'witch'.

"I was the Daughter. I became the Mother. In time, I shall be the Witch, blind once again, empty of all but wisdom." -Lotus

'Witch' has very specific connotations. Close enough to another similar word that I can't help but feel like it has to be a deliberate reference to the Triple Goddess ─ Maiden, Mother, Crone. These are figures from neopaganism that symbolizes the stages of a woman's life. Eleanor (proto-Nyx) even outright calls her the triple-faced goddess. While it definitely could just refer to Lotus, Margulis and Natah, what if we have yet to see her final form?

She was first Natah, the daughter of Hunhow. Then she assimilated Margulis' form and became the Lotus, mother to the Tenno. And now, she is to be the witch. Even urging us not to mourn should she turn into something we don't recognize. I'm very excited to see what exactly that will look like for her and how her role could potentially change. The quest made a point that the Operator will be staying behind while Drifter is the one chosen for the quest to 1999. Maybe instead of the mother-child dynamic that we've had for a decade, we'll get to see what kind of relationship she might have with the Drifter (<-copium)

I'm not much of a Greek Myth Lorehead but I've read up a bit on The Triple Goddess Hecate (who I've been told that, in Hades 2, was voiced by Amelia Tyler... who is now also voicing our dear Eleanor Nightingale. Worth mentioning cuz u just know rebb was kicking her feet and giggling at being able to pull that together). Hecate's status as a gatekeeper type figure, as i understand it, is very interesting when u apply it to the Lotus...

I'm just thinking about how meta the whole "Lotus' ascent to godhood" plot thread is. It's like a direct parallel to her voice actress' "intern to creative director" journey LMAO. It's a bloody golden opportunity and i hope they're cashing all in on Goddess!Lotus and everything it'll entail...

Not to mention lorewise and what it means for the Lotus' own arc!! To be someone constantly being pulled around by others to fulfil their own purposes, having her own wants neglected, shamed, belittled... To becoming a Witch/Crone/Gatekeeper a la Hecate -- now the one potentially capable of denying or approving others' needs and goals...? Ugh, that's so fucking JUICY. What a bloody incredible character.

Lotus mentions becoming "empty of all but wisdom", and I've seen someone theorize that she'll become even more emotionless and distant as a shield against Wally because it thrives on emotions. This theory scares me because it could very well happen... Not like Space Mom already has a history of being distant and reluctant to tell us how she's feeling... *Sniffles*...

There's also the theories about assigning Natah/Lotus/Margulis as the Maiden/Mother/Crone...

The most surface level reading would be Margulis = Maiden, Lotus = Mother, Natah = Crone, but imo when people make this read they're kinda hinging on their appearances lol. Pretty Margulis, "Ugly" Natah... Maybe even just "Good mom who can do no wrong" and "evil Sentient who led part of an assault on the Origin System".

I would like to think that it isn't that shallow, buuuut their personalities do fit the bill when u bring the "phases of a woman's life" theme to it.

Margulis' naivete, or the shattering of it, as the Maiden:

"No, Ballas, no more destruction. Maybe they're meant to save us."

"You lied to me, Ballas. You're no different than the rest of them."

Natah's headstrong wisdom, or her desire for it, as the Crone:

"I am the witness, the victim, the judge. My family has returned. Your trial, soon to begin."

"The times ahead will need decisiveness. Power."

And Natah does die in TNW. Her death is a very big part of the quest lol. The "End of life" theming of the Crone fits her very well... And the very first "gatekeeper/crone judges and makes the decision for you" thing she did was killing ballas. So i get it!

Inversely... You could also assign Natah as the Maiden and Margulis as the Mother because of the simple "Natah was the Daughter, now I am the Mother" quote. After all, Lotus before TNW was living very much under Margulis' shadow, assimilating into her like you mentioned. This read leaves Lotus to be the Crone; the empty, wise Witch we have yet to see.

The more i write this the more I wanna say: Damn. These 3 were always meant to converge into each other. Their stories are all sides of each others' respective coins and it almost feels arbitrary to chuck them into strict roles, even if symbolic.

I definitely think we're gonna see her "Triple Goddess Final Form" in the future. It's too good a story beat. Too sexy. DE HAS to do it. I have my platinum ready. Give me all the skins.

As for the DrifterLotus copium....... Hehehe. I don't think DE will ever do anything romantic/sexual with them. i think they're just gonna cap their relationship off at "they care immensely for each other" because they might be concerned about the questionable pseudo incest implications looming over anything to do with Lotus and the Tenno.

Like don't get me wrong; Drifter is their own person and Lotus of all people would be comfortable with the concept of "people having identical faces won't make them the same person". I just feel like DE might not be willing to play with them in that way. For perfectly understandable reasons... The Player Tenno are very much "colouring book" characters for the OC lovers so it seems smart to keep them relatively open-ended.

But. Don't worry. Check my AO3 at the end of the week. I hope you'll find something that brings u even a little bit of cheer ;3

[sunkissedscribbles]

Prejudiced - Chapter Six

this is only a part of the series, the previous and next chapters can be found here

a/n: GUYS this is my favourite one so far, i had so much fun with this. was listening to meddle about by chase atlantic while writing the first part of it. enjoy<3

word count: 3297

tw: um probably swearing, cassie getting a little carried away, mention of sex

summary: cassie finally breaks and tells kiara what’s been bothering her but as always, things only get even more complicated when she tries to apologize to mattheo.

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dividers by @chachachannah

As dramatic as it might sound, I spend my Sunday morning locked away in my room in fear after what I've done. Thoughts regarding my stupidity rush through my brain, not leaving me a split second to think about anything else. If I were able to think of something else, I'd be thinking about how big of a genius I was for doing my homework yesterday. But there's no time, nor enough capacity in my brain to keep my mind off that kiss. Almost kiss — it wasn't a real kiss. It was just a little peck on the lips, wasn't it? Like a friendly smooch.

But friends don't kiss each other's lips, I remind myself.

Damnit. Why do I always have to prove no one can fool with me? Mattheo was just teasing, no harm was done by that, and I was an idiot, there's no denying that one.

An hour into me rushing into my dorm dramatically, shoving past fellow Gryffindors who must've thought I've given in to the stereotypes, declaring I'm a psychopath like my aunt and other ancestors by how I was behaving, Kiara knocks on my door. One thing is for sure about her; she does not know personal space, and she never knocks. But now, I think she knows it's different. I've pushed it too far. But wasn't I just responding to Mattheo?

No. It was outright the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life.

"Cass. I'm coming in," my best friend's voice echoes through the wooden door, seconds later she's sitting on my bed next to me, awkwardly patting my head as I cry, and unintentionally finding humour in her way of comforting people, I let out a brief laugh, followed by a big sob as I lay my head into her lap.

"I've ruined it, Ki. I-I... he won't ever-" I must stop to gather my thoughts for a moment. "He won't forgive me for this. I'll be the reason we part. Us five."

Kiara just listens for a while, gently caressing my hair as a way of comfort. "I'm so sorry-y," I sob and she immediately starts hushing me. "It's not your fault. You didn't ruin anything. If I were him, I would've enjoyed it," she reassures me. But I can only think of one thing.

"So, he didn't? He said I kissed badly?" I let out another big sob and she smacks my forehead lightly, not to cause me any pain.

"Fuck off. I bet you're a great kisser."

"But-"

"No buts. You are and you know it too. Plus, it wasn't even a real kiss."

To that, I respond with heavier cries. Because she's right.

"My first kiss wasn't even a kiss. And it wasn't real either," I bury my face into her thigh, but she makes me look at her by commanding me to do so.

"Why'd you do it?"

I shrug and shake my head, my voice trembles as I speak and it's barely above a whisper as I can feel my throat tighten with guilt, "I don't know."

After a few minutes, I sit up and start to play with the gold ring on my finger.

"I-I guess I let my frustration take the best of me," I let out a sharp, breathy exhale and run a hand through my hair before continuing. "And... he was right there. And I guess I just wanted to, you know..."

"...Kiss someone?" she helps me out patiently, speaking calmly, to that, I nod. I now realize how stupid and childish it sounds. And Ki sees right through me if I haven't been embarrassed enough for today.

"But it's not only that, is it?"

I look away and shake my head. "No."

"Talk to me. You know I'm right here."

To that, my blood starts to boil again because how would she understand? She's got everything, all the experience and what've I got? Fear of not being enough, fear of running out of time and missing out on life.

"I'm running out of time, Ki. I haven't had my first kiss yet and you have already lost your virginity-"

"It comes in different times for everyone, Cass. Don't compare us."

"I know! I know it does and that I shouldn't, but I can't, okay? Not when all of you are smoking, drinking, attending all those parties where you leave me alone, you and Theo to do that, Mattheo to dance with a girl who's not at all like me, and Enzo not even turning up! And then no one notices I've left. Not even Matt who's been there with me after you two left. Maybe I'm doing something wrong-"

"You aren't."

"-or maybe the problem is with me but I'm not feeling well, for fuck's sake," I blurt out, and my voice trembles while another tear is running down my cheek unstoppably.

Kiara just looks at me with an expressionless face and she nods. She knows. I freeze. She knew this whole time...? Does she know about my problems with my body image too?

She waits for me to continue but I don't. I just turn the conversation back to the topic.

"And now I kiss this twat. All because you three don't know when to stop teasing and because I don't know where to draw that fucking line, okay? I'm a horrible person and my actions will cost a whole friend group. I'm so fucking sorry that I can't be a better fucking person," I spit furiously. It's not Kiara I'm angry of — it's me, my unspoken feelings, and the world that got me this enraged.

In the end, she gets me to calm down. It takes some time but that's enough for me to go down to the Slytherin common room and apologize to the curly-haired boy.

I watch the scene escalate the second I step into the common room. For a moment, I freeze to make sure I'm not hallucinating. I see two boys fighting in the Muggle way, throwing punches.

"You fucking moron," I hear Enzo's voice echo through the space and his voice bounces back off the cold stone walls of the castle as he hits Mattheo back. The other students are only watching the scene before their eyes, rooting for either boy to win. Enzo already has a black eye and Mattheo bruised lips, from where Enzo's fist last found him.

A few seconds later I take the initiative and getting Blaise Zabini, — whom I learn from the fight's about some girl — and another Slytherin student to help me separate the boys, they hold a raging Lorenzo Berkshire back as I pull the other delinquent, Mattheo back. But it doesn't help at all. Where are Ki and Theo when they're needed?

Even when telling Mattheo those sweet lies of how it's alright, how it's not worth fighting, he doesn't stop but nor does Enzo. It takes all my physical strength to shove Mattheo under a cold rain of water in the Slytherin bathroom when his dark eyes don't seem to soften and my words do not look like they're helping, at all.

"Look at me!" I demand. The cold water's dripping from Mattheo's hair, hitting his face like a heavy London rain in the summer, and soaking the both of us' clothes. When he finally meets my gaze, his eyes remain darkened but now, with another emotion, apart from anger it isn't violent, it's just aggressive. Lust, desire.

He pushes me against the wall of the shower, keeping me steady sandwiched between him and the cold bathroom tiles with his hips as his fingers dig into my waist, making a small grunt escape my lips. Not even a millisecond later, his lips press aggressively against mine, not caring that they're bruised because of that punch delivered by Enzo. I need a second or two to realize what the fuck is happening right here, like damn, I'm being kissed by Mattheo Riddle, but then I warm up against his lips and reciprocate the kiss. He kisses deeply, aggressively, and not at all hiding his lust, but this is what's so beautiful about it. My hands wander up his back until they reach his wet curls — might I mention we're still standing under the cold shower. I pull on his hair here and there while my fingers rake through his locks, causing a few low growls to leave his throat and as a response, his hands travel lower onto my hips, and they slowly make their way to grab onto my butt. To this, my head snaps back, against the cold wall and Mattheo's lips trace a line of kisses along my jaw, making their way and stopping on my neck but not at all draw an end to the kissing. His one hand remains on my ass but the other finds its way to the hem of my long-sleeve and travels under it to tease the soft skin of my stomach. The second his palm presses against my wet skin I let out a gasp and Mattheo's lips find their way back to mine while he groans as a response to the pleasure and excitement that we're both feeling right now. I tug on his curls again, following his lead of aggression while his one hand starts travelling further up my body under my top. My breathing's shallow and it as well as my heartbeat are uncontrolled and rapid as a sense of euphoria washes over my whole being that is right now only dedicated to the boy kissing me. His hand, though, stops right before reaching my breasts and after one last kiss, to my dismay, he pulls back from me, and after staring at me with those chocolate eyes in which lust has just been replaced by regret, he steps away, and giving me no reaction time, he turns around and storms out of the bathroom. I stare at the shut door for a few seconds, digesting what had happened just now. Then, I turn the water off with a disappointed look in my eyes, and with a longing ache in my heart and in dripping wet clothes, I make my way to Kiara's dorm.

Disappointed, crushed, destroyed — this is how I would describe my mood after the kiss we've shared with Mattheo under the shower. Not because it happened, though, more of it ever ending; even if it sounds cliché. Over the days following the kiss, I find myself thinking about it, maybe even more than I should, as well as I find myself staring at the curly-haired boy in question over the classrooms, again, more than I should, as I'm trying to figure my feelings out. If I even like him, or it's just the mental image of us, and how we shared a moment. How he satisfied my five senses; the taste of his lips that I can still recall, being met by his lustful eyes that would make me weak in the knees, the feeling of his hands wandering, grazing my skin as they made it their personal mission to explore every inch of my body, the scent of how his cologne mixed with his shampoo as the running water washed everything together, and hearing the sound of our greedy kisses and the sounds he made, driven by pure desire. I wanted a kiss? Well, I got it. But I might have lost a friend as well. I don't fancy him — I can't fancy him.

He doesn't talk to me. Not a word is spoken between us for days, but I know for sure he's approached Theo the same way I did Kiara. "I did something bad, something extremely horrible," this is how I stormed into Ki's dorm on Sunday, clothes dripping with water, on the verge of crying and panicking.

It's one thing he doesn't talk to me and doesn't even try to get in touch. But it's another that Enzo now officially despises us both. Because I also learned it's my fault they'd got into that fight. Because I 'kissed' Mattheo. The kiss that morning that I referred to as a 'friendly smooch.' Well, this second one for sure wasn't an innocent little smooch on the lips. And why does that bother Enzo; I spent too much time thinking about it, looking for an answer. According to Kiara, Theo, and even the twins, he likes me, but in my opinion, maybe he only wanted to protect me from, well, the monster people claim Mattheo to be. But from Ki and Theo's constant teasing back when everything was alright, I doubt I'd be right with the second option. Which is bad. Horrible. Horrible, because I love Enzo, okay? But not at all romantically. Enzo is the guy I'd live together and adopt 60 cats with, taking care of them as platonic cat parents, not the guy I see myself falling for.

So, now my entire friend group is falling apart, all because of me.

And it goes like this, everyone drifting away and the only mutual connection being Theo and Ki, for three weeks. What happens after three weeks, you might wonder. Kiara and Theo, the two kind souls deciding it's time for Mattheo and me to make up ("Make ou- up, I mean. One way or another, him on top, or you, I don't care. I've had enough of this bickering," if I may quote Kiara's words) for what happened. As a solution, we arrive at the present day; they shove us into a broom closet and lock the door until we're done having a heart-to-heart.

"So..." Mattheo's voice is unsteady, so he clears his throat.

I've been thinking about this a lot; about what we should do if he ever were to talk to me again. And I've come to a sensible conclusion.

"Can we forget about it?"

"Let's be more," Mattheo says right when I blurt my suggestion out. And because we're talking at the same time and since I'm focusing on saying the right words, I hear my words louder than his, thus I don't understand what he says.

"Sorry," we mutter at the same time. "You start," I pass him the ball.

"No, you," to that, I sigh and nod.

"I said let's forget about it. We'd just ruin the whole group and there's the Enzo problem too. We were just... acting on a whim, weren't we?" I offer an apologetic smile and to that, his eyes become a little colder and his muscles tense up in his whole body, all too perceptible as I see his facial features change, his muscles twitching underneath the soft skin I'd like to touch the way I did three weeks ago.

Fuck, Cassie, stop this.

"Yeah. I was thinking the same," he nods. I'm not even able to read his expression because of the cold eyes he's giving me. He's shutting down again. Oh, I know for a fact he's a Pisces moon.

"Mattheo," I frown, "have I said something wrong?"

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, his exterior softening. "No, you haven't."

Before I could ask him if he's sure about that, the snickering from the other side of the door catches my ear and I immediately forget that I've even wanted to ask anything. And our broom-closet-duo is supplemented by a cursing Enzo who stumbles in by being pushed in by two pairs of hands.

The second he notices us, he becomes defensive, having his arms crossed in front of his chest and his expression dark and hardened. "Am I interrupting something?" he asks coldly, clearly hurt as his sarcastic words ring in the tight space. He can't even look at me — he's only staring into Mattheo's eyes, coldly as never before. Then, after a few seconds, he looks at me and speaks bitterly. "Or is one guy not enough for you?"

The muscles in my face all tense up at his sarcastic remark. I see the twitch in Mattheo's fists — he'd jump right at Enzo and start another fistfight. Enzo's words though, in me, cut deep, and now I'm just becoming more sure that Kiara and Theo have been right about how Enzo might like me. Might. May. Must do so. And I want to shovel dirt on me and bury myself alive.

"Can't we talk this through?" I suggest in a hurt tone.

"I'm not having this discussion with this in the room," Enzo spits bitterly with a straight back, clearly referring to Mattheo. And again, I'd like to turn the time back to where I messed it all up by acting on a whim when I gave Mattheo that smooch the morning after his nightmare.

"Neither do I," Mattheo claims through gritted teeth, glaring at Enzo while trying to hold his disruptive anger back.

"If you want a threesome, not with him," Enzo shoots back and before I can even respond, a fist is thrown in his direction, followed by a grunt from Enzo.

I try to pull Mattheo back but there's no use. I make my mind up — if I can't get them off each other by my hands, I'm gonna do it by wand. I grab the vine-wood wand from my back pocket and point at them both. "Immobulus," I say in a relatively calm tone that covers my frustration, watching as a blue light flashes from the tip of my wand, freezing the wrestling boys in their movements.

"Let's keep it short," I start in an annoyed voice as I glare down at the boys, the frustrated, almost angry undertone growing upon my words the more I go on. "Have I kissed Mattheo? Yes, I have. But it has nothing to do with Enzo. I'm friends with both of you, nothing more, and less only if you two keep this bickering shit up. You are my best friends, you are my only family, but if you can't appreciate it, then I guess we should call this off. We're all hurting and I know I made a bloody mistake, but we are hurting Kiara and Theodore too with what we've been doing in the past weeks. You two have to get over this, and I have some unfinished business with both of you, but I can only do that if you finally listen to me. And if you actually have some intelligent thoughts in those shrunken brains of yours still, let me know. And stop fighting over childish nonsense, finally. We're not in nursery school anymore, for Salazar's bollocks!"

Okay, saying I'm in a mood is an understatement, I have to agree on that one. But who wouldn't react similarly in a situation like this? Or I do have gone mental — and if that's the case, I'll have to apologize to Hermione.

I'm still looking at the boys lying on the floor under the effects of the Freezing Charm, and I can only hope their brains could process my previous rant — but after a few more seconds, I do the counterspell on the arses of the bloody morons.

They sit up and do a little shake of their hands, both looking at me as if they saw the basilisk, neither of them saying a word but they get up eventually.

I cross my arms in front of me and glare at them. "Shake hands."

"What?" they ask in unison.

"Do it. Shake hands. And get over this shit."

Reluctantly, but they do it, exchanging angry, frustrated gazes, then they both look at me. I have no intention of talking about what happened between either of them and me, not like this, when they're both present — that wouldn't do much good to anyone. All I say is "Sorry," and they mutter a "Me too."

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[eponastory]

Hi blackbullet99! It's nice to see you make these accusations that are taken out of context.

First of, THERE IS NO COMPARISON BETWEEN AANG AND OZAI!

Aang may be a bad dad by playing favorites, but he doesn't manipulate, abuse, and outright physically harm his children. None of us think that. Only Kataangers have pointed that out.

Aang is also not a budding Sex Criminal... he just did something stupid that made all of us uncomfortable because this was a show written in the mid-00s... SA was usually covered up and brushed under the rug or even worse, made to be completely okay. I should know, I was alive then and very much a victim of stupid boys doing stupid shit. Trust me it's not fun. They knew what they were doing, just like Aang's writers did. Does that make him a sex criminal? No, it just makes Bryke look really bad for putting that in there. Aang's a fictional character.

As far as Katara's relationship with Aang...

Baby-maker? That's what I've seen Kataang shippers point out more than Zutara shippers.

Mother figure? Yeah, that's her role. That's the role Bryke gave her, and it sucks because she has to deal with a literal child. A grown man that has temper tantrums. I will not deny that accusation because that's definitely there.

It's not that Kataang is the problem. It's just Aang.

We don't hate Katara, we love her and want justice for her character (that was written by two white men in the mid-00s) and reduced to the typical Christian Wife.

I'm being serious on that one. (Christians, I'm going to be real, my religious trauma does not reflect all of Christianity, just certain beliefs) having grown up to believe my purpose in life was to marry, have my husbands children, and be submissive to said husband, is not good. And that's pretty much what Bryke did to Katara.

That and the butchered many different cultures and beliefs.

But yeah. The problem IS Bryke and the way they wrote Aang.

You are just repeating the same drivel over and over again because someone said it first, and you agree with it. The person who said it first is the one who took everything out of context and said this is how to start a cult!

So yeah. Keep being a broken record. At least we came to the conclusion on our own.

And yes, you can fuck off.

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

what are everyone's thoughts when they find out syn is a borrower?

(Sorry if anyone is OOC, I'm up at 3AM as of writing, though I've scheduled it for later today)

Grim - Baby. Didn't even know what the fuck a Borrower was before enrolling, let alone that they were hunted to extinction. But, once Syn proves that they're a Borrower his first thought is that he's not just stuck with a magicless human but is supposed to be bossed around by someone the size of a mouse (considering it's only been a week or so). However, like in the game he'd become very attached still and would probably be a little more protective of his 'henchman' considering the sudden arrival of a Borrower has stirred some dormant instincts around campus.

Riddle - Riddle would be surprisingly accepting of the eventual claim that Syn is a Borrower, even if he would be very skeptical at first. Of course, with Borrowers in Twisted extinct for over a century, more modern knowledge is limited but he would question "If the claim of being a Borrower is true and not some sort of farce, how have you been human-sized this whole time?", with Syn explaining the basis of their own world. And while he can't prove the validity of their story, he also can't deny it outright, especially when he hears about the Ramshackle duo being called to stay behind in Potions semi-frequently. He'd more or less have the mindset that regardless of whether or not it's true, as long as Syn didn't disrespect the Queen of Hearts rules in Heartslabyul or distract Ace and Deuce from them, it didn't really matter to him whether they're a Borrower. Still, he doesn't like not knowing things he considers practical and would likely try to find more information if possible.

Trey - Trey would have noticed something was off about Syn considering it's stated multiple times that he focuses a lot on details, but he would have chalked it up to them being from a completely different world in a different place. After finding out they're a Borrower though he realizes that some of their behaviors align with those of some skittish animals (like the croquet hedgehogs). He'd be surprised, having only heard brief mention of Borrowers growing up, but he'd consider himself respectful of them after finding out. Still, he can't say that he's not curious about seeing them at their natural size since no one's seen a Borrower.

Cater - Cater is surprised as hell, but he's able to compose himself back fairly well. The most I can see with Cater is that he'd probably want some Magicam pictures to either prove that Syn is a Borrower or just to make pretend. Regardless, as long as they're alright and don't distract ADeuce, Cater seems like he wouldn't really care about them being a Borrower.

Ace - Ace would think Syn was completely pulling his leg when they confess to him and Deuce. After all, Borrowers have been extinct for over a hundred years and their world didn't even have magic so how could they have Borrowers? But when Syn proves that they're a Borrower he's entirely shocked at the revelation. And, a little bit intrigued. Because what do you mean that you have to take this pill every 12-24 hrs (I still haven't fully decided on a system. Perhaps 16 hrs like my focus meds) to be normal-sized? He certainly feels something unfamiliar stirring inside that he attributes to natural curiosity. He's still more than willing to step in to help em out though, especially when they seem to be way more than willing to help him compared to most other freshmen.

Deuce - Deuce isn't very familiar with Borrowers so when Syn claims to be one he's a bit more confused than Ace. But, after finding out that being a Borrower means smaller and more vulnerable, he is more than willing to stick his neck out on the line for his homie. Much to Syn's chagrin at their friends protectiveness, despite knowing that they're at a disadvantage with being magicless anyways.

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Leona - He honestly couldn't really care less about finding out Syn was a Borrower, of course. He'd probably scoff and say something like "Great, you're not just an herbivore, you're a rodent." He knew he'd smelled something weird about them but just figured it was from being from a different place. He'd been ignoring the odd way their scent made him feel considering he couldn't be bothered to figure out the reason, but once Syn tells him that they're a Borrower he's able to connect the dots between their presence and his instincts, along with the faint smell of their medicine since he's more sensitive to the scent of chemicals. While not being malicious, he definitely starts threatening to hunt/eat them a bit more. Whether or not he follows through depends on several factors. Personally, Leona doesn't think eating Syn would be very worthwhile most of the time considering how small they are despite his instincts being more heightened around them. Still, he thinks they're stupid for not only being magicless but also being weaker than the average human and seemingly going out of their way to either get in everyone's business or incredibly unlucky enough to get in everyone's business.

Ruggie - Also surprised to find out Syn is a Borrower. Considering he witnessed what he thought was a drug deal (which it technically was), he was hoping to blackmail them into splitting any potential profit was going on between ADeuce and Syn. But, when he finds out that Crewel is helping provide the necessary medication for free and that there's no profit to be made, he sort of loses most interest. Not all interest, he still has his instincts that are more interested in the Borrower than if he was human but he's not exactly one to make a sort of move on his own. If the opportunity somehow arises, he may try to take advantage, but he's also very aware of the network of acquaintances/friends Syn slowly starts building up. He also thinks Syn is too careless considering their status as a previously extinct creature that could be considered valuable if 'rediscovered'.

Jack - Is less surprised about Syn turning out to be a Borrower than he was about finding out Leona was behind the Spelldrive incident. Still, he is a bit startled about the information and thinks that the newly discovered fact just puts another target on their back. Since he now considers Syn even weaker than before - despite nothing really changing - and his morals of respect and loyalty, I could see him occasionally stepping in to help them out of a situation or two with a few of the other random students. Jack is very much into fighting to be stronger and not picking on weaker prey since it's too easy and doesn't prove a person's worth. Yet, he does see Syn as lower on whatever pecking order there is despite being willing to help out though he does respect their resilience.

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Azul - Azul's first thought is, of course, money. Is there a way that he could use this as blackmail past the initial deal for the Ramshackle dormitory? But, with Syn receiving their medication with Crewel and in turn would certainly be fussed over to a capacity if they went missing, there's not a huge amount of blackmail potential other than the normal strong-arming. So, instead, he tries to pull a few of his more charming deceit tricks after being defeated in Book 3, things such as promising a certain amount of pay or study help in return for occasionally working at Mostro Lounge for publicity. Of course, he certainly isn't trying to keep them around to satisfy his own curiosity of why their Borrower presence is affecting his instincts as much as it is.

Jade - Jade's first thought is that he would really like to see Syn in their natural state to see if they're small enough to place in a terrarium. He wouldn't do that, of course, it's just a natural curiosity. After all, it's only natural to be curious about how a tiny humanoid would react in his presence, no? Ah, he's not looking to harm them, of course :)

Floyd - Floyd... well, it really depends on his mood. Either he's super interested in the information or he couldn't care any less about finding out Syn was a Borrower. If he doesn't care, his first thought is 'Whatever, they're Little Shrimpy anyways.' But if he is in a mood where he's interested he'll grin and go 'No way, Little Shrimpy's supposed to be SMALLER?!'. Depending on the day, if he's bored enough he's more than tempted to try and separate Syn from their meds to see them in their natural size.

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Kalim - Kalim probably would have heard a little bit about Borrowers but wouldn't really know the specifics. He would literally just blink and say something along the lines of "A Borrower? I've never had a Borrower friend!" and would want to try and get to know Syn better. Syn would try to oblige, but compared to a school of magic and creatures they consider it pretty boring trying to convey it to Kalim. He's more than willing to offer a bunch of stuff to help them out even though they don't really take it.

Jamil - Is incredibly intrigued when he finds out about Syn's Borrower status. He thought he'd heard something about them involving magic, but information on them is rare, old, and vague. Still, he simply thinks that it makes it easier to potentially control them in his plan in Book 4. He thinks of Syn as decently resilient and reliable despite their situation, though he can't help the more egotistical thoughts of thinking about if everyone vould be as small as they naturally are.

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Vil - Vil isn't very bothered about finding out Syn is a Borrower. Surprised like much everybody else given the extinction, but not bothered. Treats them about the same as he normally would and still calls them a 'Spudling' like with most of the other students. Still, he admires the tenacity of them being able to exist in such a school without completely breaking.

Rook - Rook is FASCINATED with Syn. It's not very often that a previously extinct species is able to more or less appear out of the blue. It's something fresh and exciting that he can look upon the behaviors and patterns of something so unknown. The information about Borrowers is so varied and scattered that he likes the challenge of being able to pick through what's right and wrong by being able to observe an actual living Borrower. Of course, the behaviors exhibited by Syn are vastly different considering their world, upbringing, and the fact that they've tried to spend most of their life as human-sized as possible. Still, it's an intriguing mix of cautious and careless that just triggers something within him similar to when he gazes upon Roi des Lions, something almost primal with the thrill of a hunt.

Epel - Borrowers would be considered a generational folktale from his home town despite them being a real thing, similar to how some cryptid creatures in real life could be attributed to things like animals with mange or a trick of the light in the wrong circumstance. He grew up with being told that Borrowers in the home was good luck somehow, but no one's seen or heard of a Borrower in generations. He thinks Syn and the others found out and are making fun of his home town at first, but when they're obviously being completely serious he's very surprised since he didn't think Borrowers were a universal thing considering Syn's world doesn't have Fae or magic. But, he's pretty amicable with them, even if it seems like they have the opposite of good luck with the amount of situations they manage to get into.

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Idia - Personally could not care less. His parents would probably be fascinated by a Borrower existing past the historical records, but he sort of just goes "Huh, that's weird. Anyways." to go grind out on whatever game he has going on. At the most, he thinks they're a sucker that keeps getting roped into things despite being total NPC material.

Ortho - Ortho is WAY more curious about Syn after finding out they're a Borrower than Idia is. His knowledge logs about Borrowers are frustratingly lacking so he has no issues asking them about questions for both their world and their own physiology/behaviours. Still, he understands there are stipulations to comparing a single 'specimen' to an entire extinct species, but he still enjoys both figuring out what makes Syn tick and hanging out with them in general. (He really wants to play more games but easily fucking destroys Syn at every goddamn game they play)

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Malleus - Probably too young to actually see a Borrower when he was younger, and anything told to him was probably along the lines of describing them as vermin. Despite spending decades to over a hundred years being told that Borrowers are pests and vermin too lowly for the heir of Briar Valley to even consider, and being incredibly surprised - and impressed - at the ingenuity to allow Syn to maintain a more human-sized form, it wouldn't lessen how he views them. In fact, he'd consider it even more impressive that they had the audacity to be as unafraid of him as they are. Surely Borrowers would have some sort of instincts against being near a potentialy Fae, but perhaps their world didn't have that. Regardless, the way that the revelation would make him a little bit protective would surprise even him, scared to perhaps lose them like their Twisted ancestors.

Lilia - He's the only one old enough to actually remember Borrowers. Given the general Fae societies distaste of humans and Fae racism (from diurnal Fae fearing the nocturnal Fae, the Senate looking down on 'lowly bat Fae', etc) Borrowers had been considered pests at best or snacks/threats at worst (Fairies being around a similar size would probably hate having a tiny version of more dangerous humans around, and I can see Fae in general taking their human animosity on Borrowers sometimes). He can't say that he's hasn't eaten a Borrower or a few in his days where they could be found in abundance, especially during the human-Fae war, but considering the prejudice he's been subjected to he was also one of the Fae that felt more guilt-ridden about what he had to do to survive. He'd be surprised to hear that Syn was a Borrower but would do his best to make them feel welcome and safe despite whatever past transgressions he's done. The mix of his odd parental nature, guilt, and the fact that Malleus seems to like Syn would attribute to him keeping a relatively close eye on them. Perhaps to an odd degree.

Sebek - Given his prejudice against humans in game and the assumption that just about every other humanoid viewed Borrowers as lesser, he would be very loud about his increased disdain towards Syn by calling them "borrower" in place of the in-game "human" and not just pointing out their lack of magic, but making comments about how even when they're 'magically' human-sized they're weak. He lessens after a little bit but still considers Syn weak and fragile (which isn't entirely wrong when pinned up against actual fucking magic and Fae). Personally, he can't fathom why such lowly creatures were considered even edible (he has the Borrower tastes like soap gene /j).

Silver - Apologizes on Sebek's behalf like in the game, a LOT. Given his more gentle nature (do not conflate gentle with weak, he will still kick peoples asses) he has no problem sympathizing with animals, let alone Syn when they're around Sebek. I can only imagine how he feels everytime Sebek says something degrading to humans in general. He probably doesn't think Sebek means it necessarily, but still. Regardless, since he usually ends up being the mediator between the others and Sebek's hardheaded attitude, he has a better standing with Syn than his half-Fae counterpart. Still, he doesn't quite understand the emotions that flare up sometimes when they're around him. (Silver did not inherit the Borrowers taste like soap gene /j)

[a-whispering-echo]

For the Death's Row AU, any chance we could get a look at exactly what led Killer to ending up on the Row? We got a look at Dust and Horror's, and I can't deny I'm very curious how Killer's looks as well 👀

Your art is super cool and I'm thriving on the story for this au so far! Im glad I stumbled upon it :)

oh absolutely! ive been waiting for someone to ask, hehe!

So, Killer was raised in a a slum/house thing with 12 other people, maybe they were his family, maybe they weren't, who knows. Regardless, one of the other kids in the slum started to pick on him.

They were younger than him, and for a while, Killer just kinda ignored them, assuming it was a little kid just trying to make friends in a shitty way, but, as the years went on, this kid started outright ABUSING him, in horrible, HORRIBLE ways - any way you can think of someone being abused? Yeah, this kid did it. They outright tortured him, for their entire childhood.

Killer went to the police, and tried to report what was happening to him, so many times, and each time, he was laughed at and told to stop wasting their time; a kids picking on you? yeah right, piss off kid.

It gets to the point where this kid forced Killer to watch as they beat someone to a pulp, before they drag Killer over, and tells him to kill them, its in his name, after all! and, they threaten, if they don't, they'll kill him.

anyway, Killer does it. That's his first kill, and miraculously, he doesn't get caught for it.

The abuse goes on an on and on, years and years of gaslighting into believing himself a weapon, and 'peer pressure' on max, until, he snaps and kills his abuser.

he ends up just fucking loosing it after that, with a 'fuck it' attitude, hes gonna get caught anyway, and kills a bunch of people that he believes were complacent in the abuse. he ends up killing 4 people, including the kid, before hes caught.

In court, Killer tries to defend himself, explaining the abuse he suffered for YEARS, and the help he was denied. but the courts found him guilty of murder, after all, his 'abuser' was a minor; he must be lying, and, even if he wasn't, that doesn't change anything.

So, onto death row he goes.

He can be sassy and unserious most of the time, but there's an aura of wrongness to him.

He uses that uses his 'personality' to hide what hes feeling but also when hes snooping for information. His only really motivation is to avoid boredom; hes very much trying to avoid being left alone with himself and his thought, cus that's when he starts to spiral:

He doesn't care that he murdered, and doesn't regret it; in fact he found it thrilling. He REALLY struggles with emotions, finds it hard to feel things deeply, and to recognise WHAT hes feeling, but he doesn't regret it! He doesn't feel... bad about what he did to... to those innocent people... NO! he really doesn't!

He also very much wants power, after so long without any, and being told that he was *supposed* to kill, that was all he was - hes named 'Killer' for god sake!

He just wants to feel alive. Even if, just for.. a little while...

He know to cause physical fights all the time with other inmates, doing to as an outlet for those emotions he definitely doesn't feel, but also as a way to climb to the top. He RUNS the Row! HES the one in charge - hes not, that's Nightmare but shh, let him believe that.

He meets Dust and Horror when they're friends, and, always looking for new prey, decides to pick on them.

hes had a few fights with Dust before now, hes partially the reason Dust is in a straightjacket, and Dust is partly the reason hes in handcuff/chains, but he hasn't seen him about for a little while, and, when he sees him again, his little punching back has attached himself to the biggest motherfucker the joint, little shit. Well, Killer decides he should take them down a peg. Horror is a threat to his dominance here, anyway!

(Horror has no clue who this dude is, other than *trouble*. Hes seen the fights this guy get into, and they're not GOOD)

it starts off with Killer picking on them, teasing in that was that's common in his character, and it looks like Horror is gonna defend Dust, as he is wont to do, except, no one was expecting little Dust, who's top of head only reaches Killers EYES, in his straightjacket, restricting him movement, to fucking roundhouse kick Killer in the neck. His arms may be restrained, but his legs sure aren't!

And Killer... runs off to lick his wounds.

Except, he comes back to ick on them. again, and again and again.

Killer is picking on them the way young boys try and 'flirt' with girls they like; pulling on their pigtails. he thinks they're kinda cool, and is envious of their friendship, and wants IN, thing is, he ain't gonna just TELL them that! hes not gonna sit down and ask 'hey can we be friends?' cus that would make him WEAK, so, he pushes them about as an excuse to get close to them.

About a month after the roundhouse kick incident, Killer comes to pick on them again, with a bandage around his throat despite it DENIFETLY being healed by now, and starts boasting about his kill count; four whole people in a single day! and hes expecting them to look up at him, scared or maybe admiring.

Hes not expecting Dust to look at Horror, make that little smile people make when they're making fun of someone - that 'oh my god this guy' face - and...laughs? Hes giggling like a madman, and even Horror looks amused, when Dust says "Four?!" and Killers like '??? yeah, four whole people, dead cus of me!' which just makes Dust laugh harder.

Dust has recently been made aware of his accidental kill count, and while he still cant get his head around most of it and forgets a lot of it, he knows he killed a dozen in a matter of like, a couple hours, and he knows Horror killed 5 people, cut them up and COOKED them, and FED THEM to starving people!

Four murders is PATHETIC.

Killer tries to reclaim his pride, and is sort of going like 'well, yeah, but uh like-' and Dust just keeps laughing at him, and at that point Killer flushed bright red and.. leaves.

Im gonna stop here, cus ive written A LOT! But, they find Killer int the bathroom :)

(im very gladyou like my art and works! it means the world that i can entertain someone at least for a little while with my stuff, and that fact you take time out of your day to appreciate them and compliment me is just... auugh <3 <3!)

[yandere-fics]

how would your ocs react to their darling say they would rather die than be with them

♡ How They React To Their Darling Saying They'd Rather Die Than Be With Them ♡

(I only did this for the city ocs because I have another thing I'm writing currently for the kingdom ocs)

She freezes when the words exit your mouth, trying her best not to react. You just want a reaction from her right? More love or attention? Maybe you want her to take you on a nice date? A gift? Yes it has to be something like that because there is no way you would say that and mean it.

"Babe, can you please not be so mean to me? I promise you that I will give you anything as long as you ask for it. You already know this..." She pauses, someone must have put this idea in your head. There's no way her soulmate could come up with such a cruel ploy for attention. Someone else told you it would be a good idea to say that and you being her sweet naive mate just believed them.

"Babe, come here real quick." She pulls out a pen and paper. "I just want to write down the info on the person who put you up to this."

Her claws were digging deep into your arms as she dragged you into her apartment, flinging you down. You land on the floor of the apartment entrance with a thud as she glares down at you. A stark contrast to the calm expression she normally took with you. Even on the longest of work days when you rejected all her advances, she managed to keep calm. Mostly because this was the first time you were so fed up with her advances that you outright denied her.

"Y/N, I have done my best to treat you right." She takes a step forward as you try to scramble back. "I've showered you in affection, treated you as a proper mate, treated you like you were the sweetest little thing, and yet you consistently show me that you don't seem to want to be treated that way."

She crouches in front of you with a scowl. "Don't worry, if you're a good little mate then I'll give you the nice treatment again, just apologize and never fucking say anything like that again. If I even sense you're thinking something like that, the punishment will be harsh."

She felt like everything was crumbling around her. She couldn't let her world feel that way. What had she done that had caused you to think that way? H-had you discovered she was a murderer? Was her first impression really really bad? What could she repair?

"Ah, uhm I see." She held her arm awkwardly backing out of your space, trying not to start crying in front of you, that wouldn't solve anything. "Well, I'll just see myself out then."

She had to go see the boss. There had to be some kind of favor she could take out that would get her in your good graces. Maybe something like a temporary love potion just so you'll give her a chance and when the potion runs out, you'll realize how nice the past weeks were and be willing to be with her permanently. Anything to give her a small chance.

"Love, w-why would you say something like that?" She's beginning to hyperventilate. This is the cruelest joke you have made so far and even she can't tolerate that level of pranking. Please just shut the fuck up.

"Noo no no no no. Nuh uh, you know you didn't mean it and uhm you're just being a bit uhm dramatic cause you're mad at me. Hahaha, you got me really good. See I'm laughing, your joke was funny, a bit mean but funny." She instantly is by your side, scooping you up in her arms and not allowing you even an inch of space.

"Shh, no need to explain yourself. I know you didn't mean it so I forgive you. You know I will always forgive you."

She completely ignored you when you said it. You just wanted a response from her, clearly. She knew you obviously were just too stupid to realize you'd said one thing too far so she'd give you a moment to cool off and then she expected an apology.

An hour goes by in her office with neither of you saying a word. You, fearing the consequences of what you just said to her, and her, expecting you to pipe up with an apology any moment now. That moment nevers comes though so eventually she looks up from her paperwork with a heavy sigh.

"My beloved, don't you have something you need to say to me? I'm waiting." Your apology is quiet and rushed and she smiles at you, offering you quiet praise for your apology, hoping you both will forget this incident.

[zuureleena]

i drew the mercs, miss pauling, admin, and my tf2 oc on the plane to uni 😭

i did all of these a week ago and completely forgot to post them HAJAHAH miss p, the admin, and a rlly simplified ver of my tf2 oc miss lynn!! (zoey lynn hehe + js rambles abt her) under the cut

IM ACTUALLY REWORKING HER DESIGN RNNNN bcs i made her on the sims 4 LMAO and realised how much better and concise she looked, but i really wanna try and make her look like someone you'd js see irl? sooOOo tryna make her also recognisable from silhouette alone and blahablahblah tho she isn't the kind of character that would rlly make too much of a difference in the tf2 universe

i js wanted to make a loveable character LMAO who'd have more of an impact on the relationships and kinda the story?

i liked the idea of miss p having an extroverted bestfriend who's also her wingwoman bcs miss pauling is obvs an awkward lesbian mess who needs help in the love department, and vice versa bcs zoey is into scout and miss pauling is js so glad to have him move on n realise that they r better as friends!! and that he needs to be with someone who isn't annoyed by him 24/7 (IM SORRY, LWNAKS MY SELF-INSERTEDNESS GOT IN THE WAY HAHAHAHA I CANT HELP IT) also, i haven't rlly thought of any orientation for zoey... i'm thinking of her js being a het woman or js whatever u wanna interpret her as!! cuz her sexuality isn't a core thing abt her

she's an absolute harbinger of chaos who'd do anyt for money and some company (this girl has been hella lonely n stressed out of her mind and i'll explain why in an oc post🤭🤭) and even tho she never outright admits it, she does enjoy the freedom of violence she gets to have as a mann co assistant 😭 (which will ALSO make sense when i explain her background to u guys later on)

and bcs of her long experience w shady bosses and asshole customers she's had to deal within all the jobs she's had, she catches onto the administrator's whole thing with the australium fairly early into the job, but she's in tooooo deep now and is like "damn. do i get myself out of this fucked up job (that i am fucked up enough to actually enjoy) or do i stay bcs i literally have everything i've ever wanted....shit." like,, she did say she'd do anyt for money but at the cost of what 😭 [also MAN i wish we got that final comic so i can js make zoey's suspicions make sense??!?@ but in a way it js works bcs it's js this massive mystery that we don't even know of ourselves???? so likeee, im js assuming its smth rlly dangerous or smth bcs helen literally goes to the most insane lengths to get australium and finish off her final... thingy.. that uh DEBT is it... i forgot what she called it BUT WHATEVER BUSINESS SHE HAD TO ATTEND TO B4 SHE DIED QOABJASH]

OH AND YEAH, zoey hates how bossy the admin is and is an ass abt it at times, and the admin wants zoey gone so badly bcs shes an annoying little shit (which she is and honestly, her and scout can be annoying shits tgt <3) but miss p always convinces her to keep zoey BAGAHAHA and they do get things done much faster w zoey there sooOoOOo 🌝🤭

i mean she does try to kill both miss p & l anyway but still, she can't deny that they r both good at what they do

BWOSBQJS BYE I DONT THINK ANYONE IS GONNA READ THIS AHAGAH BUT THANK YOU IF U DID 😭 I HAVE SM ABT ZOEY AND I RLLY WANT HER TO BE LOVEABLE AUGHWGS