#and about how im an adult and need to act like it like um. i dont fucking know how to do that.

[fereldenshero]

it is wayyyyyy too early for my mom to lecture me on and on about preparing for my future

[sukioyakio]

“𝚄𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,𝚑𝚞𝚑?”-Y/L

Paring: Sukuna Ryoman x SingleparentReader

Summary: You thought that after your visit with Sukuna who you thought never would see again.He just kept on insisting on you about the deal.

(I completely suck at summary So can you please just read it😭🙏)

An: I didn’t expect that this would be doing well,I just thought that um that I post this and that it and boom 💥 People actually likes this and so here is part two 😃🫶.Im completely sorry for how long it took to post this.Also I loved all of your comments in the last one.I HAD TO FUCKING RESEARCH SO MANY MOVIES 😭 that I personally think Sukuna would be in AND fucking stuff about a retail company that made so much money 😭.i literally had a dream about this for the longest and yes there gonna be a part three of this.Im gonna be completely honest I don’t think I cooked 😞.

Ԝ𝗈𝗋ᑯ ɕ𝗈υ𐓣𝗍:6,023

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past

Your body hurts so much,With every tear drop that fall out of your eyes a piece of you dies.The darkness of the blue night does nothing to help you sleep,as the moon light is company with the blue skies,barley shine through your empty bedroom window and yet nothing could make you sleep in these recents nights.

Constantly checking your phone for a certain person to message you back.As you scrolling through your messages. ————- {you}-“Sukuna please you can’t do this to me please,let just talk it out like adults please”*Delivered two weeks ago*

{you}-Please kuna all I’m asking is for you to come back with me.I’ll do anything just please. *delierevd two weeks ago*

{you}-“What did I do wrong?am I the problem here..please text me back please” *delivered two week ago*

{you}-“Kuna please I need someone to hold on please,I-i miss you please” *delivered two messages*

{you}- “Please god please just send me anything,Is it the baby that your afraid to have,Sukuna please if that the case then we can figure out something together” *Delieverd two weeks*

Multiple messages from you.All the having the same meaningless effort to get his attention

{you}-“Did you even love me,was I the wrong one here.Why can’t you tell me just one damn thing,I’ll take anything just please,text me whenever you are back from whenever you doing just please”*delieverd second ago * —————

You turn off your phone before you started crying again.You didn’t have to know that you looked like a wrecked;puffy red eyes with a mountain of red stripes that stain your cheeks with evidence of you crying.

Silence draped over the room like a velvet curtain, muffling even the faintest whispers.

The silence was deafening, each tear drop echoed like a raindrop in an empty hallway. The moonlight cascaded through the window, illuminating the room with a cold, pale light, casting shadows that danced on the walls like specters.

You clutched your phone tightly, hopelessly scrolling through old messages, searching for a sign of life, a sign of something, anything. But there was nothing.

Each message sent was like a plea into the void, a silent scream that went unanswered.

Curled up in a ball in your bed with no blanket on it because you hadn’t found the bother to cover yourself.

In the depths of the nights like this The worst enemy is the silence and yourself,it where you could hear the voices of your thoughts. Make-shifting them into monsters that drain you of any hope that he’ll come back and try to save ‘this relationship’.

“You were probably the one that deserved it,after all he probably didn’t want someone like you.He definitely did out of pity”

Another

“Maybe if you didn’t act like a cringy little lovesick child then you’ll get to live your fake loving lives together that you only lived in”

After another

“He never once said or tried to prove his ‘love’ in this relationship.Hadnt he?and yet your here with his child, who there father who’ll they never be able to have because he rather put himself then you from the beginning.”

After another voices that fills your head like toxic venom,but you can’t help but hear it.Particularly being drowned by it.

You acted like you couldn’t be able to handle yourself when you could fully do it.But after having your family completely taken away by death you were hopeless about having a place in life.

Without any support or guidance how will the baby bird survive in the world?Well the answer is to fall and embrace the dangers.

In which you did embrace the dangers of what it did to your heart by walking towards the tiger den.Completely swoon by him in every aspect that,in your eyes you ‘love’ him.You were so excited to have a child with him to share a future with him.

You knew you could just simply abort the baby and not have to stress about it but you couldn’t bring yourself to doing that to the baby.

As weeks passed by;Work suddenly became unbearable to deal with,being constantly yelled at for being late or having a bad presentation to the customers.

You were worried about losing your job due to uncertainty about how long it will take you for securing another one and the need to feed your growing child that lives inside of you.

Sometimes you couldn’t even take someone else orders without having the urge to throw up,or randomly get kick of anger or sadness.

Your hormones were acting up due to the stress and depression that you dealing with and could cause something to the baby.Moreover your hormones shouldn’t be acting this early on your pregnancy so please take mind of your care said a doctor.

With that being said,you really tried pushing the thought of him aside and should start taking of yourself but how can you when you’re carry his baby.

But you did it,you throw out all his clothes and stuff he left behind and clean up the house slowly but surely you were done.But over time the pregnancy was showing up and you knew that you were going to get fired because they can’t have a pregnant worker on there employees.

In which you did,Being called by your boss that you’re fired and you knew that everything is going to become more difficult for you from that point on.But You ‘moved’ on and now your ready to move forward with your baby. Present

You woke up an hour earlier than your alarm due to your body unable to rest.And so you decided that it better to go take a shower to refresh your mind.

You swing you feet off the bed, yawning, as you rise to a stand.Your groggy vision clears as you look at the time, seeing you have woken up an hour before your alarm.

Your body feels exhausted, as you were tossed and turned all night long. Deciding a shower would help ease the fatigue, you make your way into the bathroom.

But before that you took a peek inside your daughter room seeing how her pink hair was a completely mess and how you saw a bit of drool that sipped from her mouth.

The sight of your daughter’s messy hair and that little trickle of drool slipping from her mouth brought a warm smile to your face as you watched her sleep. It was adorable.

You always notice the little birthmarks under her eyes bags;there barely noticeable but you couldn’t unsee it.(there like Yuji marks) You smile softly as you shut the door quietly.

Now you taking a trip to the bathroom to take a well needed shower.As you turn on the water to be warm as you wait for the cold water to heat up,when ready you jump in it.Letting The warm water drip down your curves and down onto the floor.The warm water washes away all the soreness and sleepiness.You stood there for a couple of minutes recalling yesterday trip.

’Use me then’

A flash of frustration creased your brow and sparked in your eye,as you shake his words out your head.Now getting back to finishing your shower by washing your hair and then your body.

Once done you got out of the shower and started drying yourself up with your towel before getting dressed for the day today.

You still had a good amount of time to waste and so you tidy up your room and the living room since it wasn’t big like your apartment but it makes up the time before you have to wake up little Nova up.(who’s is five years old)

So you decided to relax for a bit on one of the chair,and use your phone in the meanwhile and spotted a message from an unknown person.

you press on it;to see a long message. —————

{Unknown}-Good evening Ms LN,

I’d love for you and I to have a chat sometime soon this week about the deal on the matter.If you’re interested please don’t hesitate to send back a message or email.Here is the address if you’ll like to come in person ‘xxxxxxxxxxxxx’

Bye have a wonderful night Lady L.N.

^5,000 dollars send to your bank account^ —————

Your eyes brow raised up with question of who’s this,but continue on reading you already answered that question.Your jaw clenched as your hands ran through your hair as you mutter underneath your breath a couple of curses words.It was as obvious as it sounds.

“Use me then” His voice rings again as you shake the thought again.Your lips turned into a straight line,”Yea no”you replied to your mind,as you blocked the number but You were sure that Sukuna made someone else write this to you.

Which only proves how he really did care only about himself.A annoyed sigh left your sigh as you close the app and went to watch about a 10 minute documentary on YouTube about a missing girl tape. (YouTuber :Rotten mango)

Before the alarm rang and making you get up from your chair with a yawn and go to Nova room to wake her up.

Now walking Towards the her room with a more relaxed posture then a few minutes ago.You gently opened the door with it making a low creek sound.You push the light switch making the room alive with the light;making it able to all the little things in her bedroom.

You walked more into the room now getting a clear view of her cute messy sleep posture. You chuckled slightly as you witnessed her uncomfortable facial expression, her small groans, moans, and movements.

Her messy hair all tossed about on the pillow, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth onto the soft pillow, and her body curled up in a small little ball.

She was quite the sight to behold.Your heart felt warm and full just by looking at her like that.

A small smile appeared on your face as you hovered over her and kissed her cheek, causing her to grumble and scrunch her face even more.

“It monday Nova sweetheart wake up you got school today” You said softly as you careless her messy pink hair.

You were always found yourself adoring the color of her hair not just because it looked just like his hair but how it looked majestic.

Even as a child, you found yourself at peace in the presence of your baby daughter. Whenever you shed tears over the struggles of parenting and the challenges of raising her, her tiny pudgy hands would reach out to yours, gently guiding them to rest upon her head.

In those moments the weight of your worries vanished,replaced by confidence to move forward because you had your precious little girl beside you.

Nova little hands rub her eyes to focus on regaining her eyes.You leaned back letting her wake up.

She grumbles as she sit up on the bed Looking half dose off from sleep and half awake.Her mouth opens with a loud yawn making you chuckle.

“B-but it’s soo-another yawn escape from her mouth- early in the morning cant I have more time t-to sleep” Her voice sounding raspy and sleepy as you ruffle her hair.

“No cant do Nova or you’ll never want to get up” You said with a calm tone,as a soft sigh come out of your mouth.

“Mhm.. ok mom”Nova says as she stand up from her bed before walking into the bathroom she stretches her body,her pink hair falls down reaching her knees.As she goes off to the bathroom to take a quick bath. You lips form a proud smile from how smart your daughter is,already herself into the shower without your help.

You hear your daughter saying loudly that she already in the shower so you don’t have to worry about her not getting ready.You let out a scoff,rolling your eyes at the comment.

“It mine job to be doing that,troll-you mutter that part-“Well if there anything you need help call me Nova” You sighed in defeat as you walked towards her closet to grab her uniform and put on her bed to make it easy for her to put her clothes.

A sunny morning that sprinkle its warmth onto a beautiful young girl who’s pink hair floats heavenly in the air making her look like a beautiful angel.The trees soothing with the breeze of the air and complimented with the sunlight.casting light to those around.

The girl seem running towards him with a radiant laughter that flowed through the air like soft melodies.He didn’t even mind the sound or the thought of moving his position,as the girl came closer and closer until he was face to face with her.

The girl who looked up at him,with her neck aching from having to look so high up.He immediately kneeled down towards her height.The young girl smile softly,and his lips turned slightly up in return.

He was about to ask the little girl what is her name,but his throat seem frozen.His crimson eyes widened.As in an instant the surrounding turned into more dark.

The soft wind that gently kiss his skin was now gone and replaced with a heavy and harsh wind that would blow him away from the little girl.But didn’t;the sun no longer shined it warmth now hiding it existence in the darkness of the dark clouds.The trees now were holding on their last leafs with how hard the wind were blowing onto them.

“Papa”

Sukuna immediately looked at her,noticing the change of her features.Her big eyes were looking at him with a serious sadness expression.As he saw her eyes forming a tears that flow down her cheeks.It hurted him to stand face in face and not to do anything.

“Why d-did you leave me-and m-mama. ..P-pp-papa?” She asked him with a shaky broken voice,as he saw the tears pooled in her eyes before they streamed down like rivers flows.

He looked at her eyes and saw your eyes in her.His heart banged Against his chest like a drum.His heart was heavy with the weight of his past mistakes. His vocal cords turned to stone, rendering him mute in the face of overwhelming emotion.

Then the young girl looked intensely at him with tears that ruined her beautiful bright face.

“W-what .. d-did I do wrong” She replied,her voice shaking like before.And then her presence changed into something he hadn’t seen before.

A young version of him,with streaks of red painful tears falling from his scarlet eyes ,Looking at him with pain,sorrow and loneliness in them.

“W-what . .. did I-i do wrong” His younger version said with a shaky hiccup.

Sukuna tried to tell him to say something,to speak but nothing came out of his mouth.

His younger version then disappeared into the young girl who now has her eyes widened slightly and her voice turned into more heavy breathing combined with shaky sniffing.

“P-papa. . P-Please d-dd-dont. . Leave m-mme” The young said in a broken voice as she steps closer to him and grabbing his wrists.Sukuna didnt even notice how his breathing become so heavy and how loud his heart beat sounded,especially when he could hear it banging in his ears.

He wanted to grab the girl and hugged her,to tell her that he isn’t going to leave her alone,to make her smile instead of crying like that.But his voice cut off.

And then the second the girl grab his wrist the scenery of the surrounding changed as well his body position changed,Now He standing up looking forward at a hallway that he knew to well and then he felt someone hands.

“.P-please. .don’t L-leave me P-pp-please”

He knew that voice,Your voice,as clear as he remembered.He winced in regret at hearing you choking on your tears.Then the his body moved on his own,his head turned to see you completely,

Shattered

“Please . . .S-Sukuna” a voice so painfully loud in his head,but so low that it could be miss taken as a whisper of the wind.

That was the only thing he heard from before everything went black.

As he gasp for out for air,his body covered in warm sweat,his body now in a sitting position.He heart banging against his chest like a drum,he quickly removed the blanket off his body.Sukuna felt something falling down his cheeks as he rubs his eyes noticing the wetness that come from it.

Tears,his tears.He hadn’t had a nightmare in so long that made him cry like that.He felt that his breathing was off,as he could feel the cold air brushing against his warm skin making him shiver.

“It just a dream”he spoke and so he stood up and glanced at the clock that stood there on top of the night stance.

“What time is it?”He asked in his head,as he keeps his breathing steady and his heart beating calm again.

4:30am on the dot,making him Groan and grumble as he walks around his large bedroom to the bathroom,he desperately needed a cold shower to wake up.To make him forgot about his stupid little nightmare.

Now entering the bathroom he turns on the light flashing his eyesight,making him scrunched up his nose and wince at how bright it is. He looks into the mirror showing his body and face.

“W-what . .. did I-i do wrong” A voiced ringed in his head,as he quickly turned away from the mirror and began to turn on the water.

Now waiting for it to become his prefer temperature,He just sits on the toilet manspread;head being held up by his hand;rubbing his hand against his face.

“It just a nightmare” He whispered to himself in agreement as he rans his hands in his striking pink hair.Taking off his clothes and jumping into the shower to be awake from the cold water.

The icy water hits his body,water sliding down his body and onto the floor of the tub.As it drips down from his face;smoothing his muscular fatigue just a bit.

But even that doesn’t make the damn dream go away.In fact it just keeps reappearing in his mind.

“Papa” “Papa” “Papa” “P-papa”

“P-papa. . P-Please d-dd-dont. . Leave m-mme” the little girl broken voice comes in his ears.Seeing an image of her crying for him;reaching out for him in sake of his warmth.

His breathe hitches as if it hurted to breath normally. ‘I-I won’t let you go’ he whispered to himself as if he knew what he saying is true or false or just a saying to him that maybe he just a hopeless as he was.

He didn’t know why he wanted to be in the little girl life,maybe because she his child,maybe because he it was his responsibility for making you pregnant with his daughter or,maybe because that it wouldn’t be fair to be her father and not care about her as her Stupid Ass father.

Or maybe that he saw himself in her,saw a glimpse of something that he couldn’t control,her hating him for the stuff he did.

He knew that deep inside he didn’t want her to feel like he abandoned her like how life did to him.

“.P-please. .don’t L-leave me P-pp-please” And then your voice comes in his mind as it comes out like an anchor of his regrets.He was really a piece of of shit.

“Please . . .”

-S-Sukuna”

He quickly opened his eyes that he didn’t even recall closing them,and decided to put the water into warm temperatures.He didn’t need this right now.A part of him says that what he did was for the best and the other part of him that deep inside of him knows that he should’ve turned around and walked back to you.But he didn’t.

He let out a big heavy sigh and remembered that he made his assistant ‘uraume’ to write you about the deal.Knowing that you wouldn’t accept it but he was willing to try at least.

And so he continued his shower and washed his hair and body,and once he was done he began wrapping a towel around his waist and glancing on the mirror to see how red his skin looked.

“Urgh fuck work” He reminded himself as he stormed out the bathroom and into his bedroom and started to get changed.

As soon as he was done it was already 5:40am and so he just went to where his garage where his cars are and then went to work early.

Sukuna was an actor and started a side company that was small when he started out,but soon grew into a big company as well as his acting career.

When he made it into his company he just went into his office,and that could be his start of his day.At 6:05am he started working in the morning as he kept his stern demeanor in place.

While you drop off Nova at school you were quick to go to work where it was hell.And so right now you’re on the bus,sitting down with boredom painted on your face,but you kept thinking about the 5,000 dollars in your bank account.It bother you for some reason,like you were happy that you have money in your bank without having to work your ass off.

But the other was like,now it feels like you own him now,and it wasn’t your money that you worked hard for;no it was his money that he just flat out gave to you.

As the bus stop at the station that you needed to get out.And so you walked out of the bus station,wincing at the sunlight hitting your eyes,covering your eyes from the sunlight with your hand.

It was probably 8:35am when you started to walked.

People passing and going,some simply walking around with smile on their face,and other people walking to get on time to work like you.

You made it,at your job as a waitress.Moreover you winced from how many people were there,making you slip out a defeated sigh of that. Hearing multiple voices of people chatting about whatever topic and some trying to calm down their crying babies.

As you check in at the register,as the other employees were busy cleaning,taking orders,cooking,etc.As you were quickly ordered to take people orders.

‘Here goes a fun day of hell starting right now’You spoke to yourself now,putting on your fake smile on.

After a long stressful day of work,your body ache from having to practically running to write orders.You check your phone to see the time is 3:00pm on the dot.You immediately sign off from your shift and onto to getting your stuff and immediately start your walk towards nova’s school.Knowing it was very late to get her up but it is the only way you could make money.

You started to walk quickly towards the bus station,making it swiftly into the bus,and getting a seat.As the bus waits for the other passengers to hop on.After a while the bus start to close the door and finally starts moving.

As the sunlight Glows passing through the windows of the bus,Making the windows hot and warm to touch.As bus passes multiple stations until it was finally your stop,in which you politely Maneuver through the bus towards the exit.You said your thanks to the bus driver and who replied with your welcome.

Now walking towards the school,You really needed a car by now but it doesn’t matter asking as you’re able to pay for life essentials.

As you approach the school, you spot Nova making her way towards you, her backpack bouncing with every step. You plaster a smile on your face, hiding the exhaustion you feel from the long day at work.

"Hey, Nova! How was school?" you ask, trying to sound cheerful.

Nova shrugs, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "It was alright, I guess. Math was tough today."

You nod understandingly, trying to appear more interested in what she's telling you. The thought of having to work longer hours now to pay for tutoring services crosses your mind, but you push it away for now.

"That sounds rough," you reply, showing concern. "But I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. You're smart, after all."

Nova looks up at you, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Can we grab a snack before heading home? I'm starving."

You stifle a sigh, knowing that you're also hungry but also tired and just want to get home. "Sure, we can grab something quick. What do you feel like eating?"

You look at Nova and stare in which she quickly answer the question “um ice cream!” Her eyes sprinkles in joy and excitement at the thought of eating ice cream.

You rolled your eyes at her reply,letting out a small chuckle,as you smile at her face.

“Sure thing sweet heart,there should be an ice cream shop nearby” You explain while ruffling her pink hair.You already are tried out from walking but some more walking wouldn’t hurt.Nova will be the death of you some day.

“YAY!!Thank You mama!!”Nova yelled happily as she jumps up and down,and then rushes towards you with a big hug making you slightly stubble backwards.

‘Yep,she’ll definitely be the death of me’You spoke in you mind as your lips turning up into a big warm smile as you kneel down to hug her back.And giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“You welcome you little troll,now come on before it gets dark” you replied to her.

Nova nods as she politely breaks the hug and looking at you with her adorable smile.You return to standing up,as you extend your hand in gesture of wanting to hold her hand in which she complies to it.

As you both walks towards the ice cream shop that was just three blocks from the school.During that time the Brightness from the sun starts to decrease but rather starts to rise it ironic sunset glow.While walking towards the shop,you listen to nova talk about her day.Passing through multiple citizens until you finally made it there.

You look at the door seeing how it written open with a marker.You let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t closed;you could feel nova excitement as she looks intently inside the shop.

Now opening the door of the ice cream,as nova enter through the door it makes a light jingle sound as a signal to the person here.Forthwith you walked shop quickly right behind nova.

You notice how small the shop look but how well care it was;you also notice how it give off a comfy granny vibes,not that you don’t like it,it just makes the ice cream shop feel more unique than others.

You saw that there no other customer here,as you see how nova was already at the front desk where the ice cream was displayed,You chuckled when you saw nova expression.

As you glanced at the choices that were being displayed.Then a door opened behind the front desk.

“Oh-h hello there,Good afternoon,is there anything you’ll like or need” a voice coming from the back,whoever voice it was gave off a warm and gentle comfort.As You could hear the steps coming closer to you guys.

Before you could even say hello,or opening your mouth,nova began talking.As the stranger was finally infront of you,and it was an elderly woman with her hair having sprinkled of white hair.Having winkles that were visible,She still looked attractive in her age and her eyes definitely showed adventurous and wisdom.

You would estimate that she was in her early 50’s but she looked still in shape

“Goood aftermoon,Me and mamma Are here for some yummy ice cream!Also I could like cookie and cream ice cream pleasee”Nova cheerfully says.

The older woman chuckled at Nova's enthusiasm,finding it endearing,she smiled warmly. "Well, isn't that a delightful choice. Cookies and cream, coming right up."

She turned around and began preparing the ice cream, adding a generous scoop of the sweet treat into a cone.

"And for you, dear?" she asked as she handed the cone of ice cream to Nova, her eyes looking at you and awaiting your response.

You politely shake your head,with a reassuring smile.”No thank you I’m alright,how much will the cost be in total” your glance at nova who enjoying her treat and return to the elderly women and pulling out your credit card from your bag.

The woman smiled warmly as you declined the ice cream, appreciating your politeness.

“Oh,don’t worry about the cost,dear. It’s on the house today.” She waved off your credit card with a gracious gesture.

"Consider it a small token for brightening up my quiet afternoon." She explains with a warm smile on her lips.

Your eyes widen in disbelief,as you let out a heartfelt sigh.As you thanks her for everything as you check what time is it on your phone to see that it 5:30pm,and you eyes widen from how much time has passed.You quickly put back your phone in your cross body bag.

“Come on nova we have to go back home,we don’t want the boogie monster to come get us,right”You announced to her;nova looks up and quickly walks over towards you with her bowl of ice cream,giggle sip out her mouth finding the thought of boogie monster coming after them.

“Thanks you for everything Ms” You spoke to the elderly woman,giving her a reassuring look.

Now walking towards the direction where the school was,and then you’ll just have to take an another bus ticket to get home. As you glance that the sky to see how the sky color looks more like it sun setting color.Glowing it orange shines through the building of the city.

You carried nova bookbag so it will be easier for you guys to get into the bus.When you made it there You laughed at nova adorable messy face while getting onto the bus.

The bus was crowded, as usual, the city traffic bringing workers home and students home from school.Nova and you found yourselves crammed in the middle, Nova leaning into you as you stood and held her up to keep her from falling.

The bus moved swiftly with each stop, letting people on or off. Nova watched from the side of the bus as you looked forward, watching the city move by.

As you feel nova head leaning against your shoulder,you glances at her to see her eyes close and her breathing evenly,You smile heart fully.Brushing the streaks of her pink hair that were in her mouth.As you leaned to land another kiss on her forehead.

’I give you the world to live to see you grow up.I promise that I’ll never pick myself first before you,nova Ryoman L/name’ You whisper to yourself.

As the bus ride continues on,stopping at bus stops.

The bus rides on, stopping and picking up passengers at every stop. The hum of the engine fills the air, and the sun gone and the moon light shines over the city in a brilliant display.

Nova sleeps against you,as you gaze off to the windows of the bus.The bus finally reaches your stop, and you gently scoop up Nova to carry her off the bus.

You carried her and your stuff along with carry her on your back,with her head slumped against your shoulder making quietly snores.You were careful to not get into to any of random danger in you way home.

Moreover you made it home safely,It not the best choice of place to live in but it works.You wake up nova to go take a shower,as you put away your stuff,your back begging to have a break.But you still needed to go make food for nova. Before you get any sleep.

“Sir Ryoman!” uraume announced with a professional voice,As they knocks one more time against Sukuna office door.

It was 8:56pm in the evening.People always wonder how they are able to handle working with Sukuna,some admired their dedication and other would just make rumors about them and him.Either the rumors would be how they was making ties with him or how they was just his personal quickie.Which none were true.

As uraume thought of knocking on the door again but was stopped by Sukuna sternly voice saying to come in.

While opening and closing the door,They looked to see how dark the room is and how the only light was the moon light.They could instantly see his red eye, glowing under the light.As well his pink hair.

Uraume flicked the light switch on,Flashing the both of them with the bright white light.As they nonchalantly looked at Sukuna and now walking towards his desk,their shoes clacking off the floor,carrying a small stack of paper on top of them is their iPad,they carry it on the other hand.His silence hung in the air like a suspended breath.

Finally breaking the silence,he begins to talk.“What is it now uraume” He said, his voice cold and stern. He was clearly uninterested in what uraume had to say.

Uraume clear there’s throat,brushing their white bob cut hair with there hands.They began to speak with a direct professional voice.

“I have a few documents for you about the recents meetings and there are some paperwork in this pile that are needed to fill out” they say as they place the pile on his desk and grabbing their iPad and turning it on Before continuing on.

”You also are scheduled for three interviews and then your schedule to have meeting with your clients and providers.You have a email on from a director who is willing to give you a role for a upcoming movie” Uraume added off there voice steady and professional,as they turns off their iPad now looking at Sukuna eyes.

Sukuna leaned back in his chair,looking up at the ceiling of his office,a low grumble of irritation.His neck was slightly visible towards uraume,as he run his fingers through his appealing pink hair as it runs along his face and then he return to looking at uraume.His hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thanks for the report uraume”Sukuna replied with sarcasm as well with irritation and uninterested into what uraume said.He already knew that he had new business to take care of,so this wasn’t any different from the other things.

“Is there anything you want to ask me about the regarding matters?” uraume said with control and professionalism,looking at him with a flat face.

He looks at his desk before looking at uraume face with a stern expression.His red eyes staring into uraume face.

“Did she respond back to the message that I had asked you to send?” He questioned along with his voice coming out harsh and demanding.But behind his facade the uncertainty gnawed at sukuna mind.

Uraume thought of the message he was referring too.They knew Sukuna had developed a strange interest for one particular woman.

But why should they judge him,after all it was a rare moment for him to express his personal interests to anyone else.

"No", Uraume stated in a professional tone, "I haven't received a reply from her yet. However," they added, "if you're looking for more answers, I can keep an eye on the situation and keep you updated."

Sukuna nodded,before adding on.

“Also I’ll like you to do a investigation on her life I want it to be done by the end of week with a full detail report on the matter,so If I hear as a simple person hearing about this I wont hesitate to chop your head off” He spoke with seriousness,every word carrying weight and importance.

“Yes sir” uraume nodded as they turns around walking towards the door.Stopping when they heard his voice again. Turning their head back to him.

“And send another message for me to her again today” He announced without looking at uraume figure,now looking at the paper he had to do.In which they simply nodded and left the room with a sigh as they walks to their own office.

Pondering What all this sudden interest in you;They has never seen him so clearly interested in a woman to actually ask for them to track them down,usually it was rather to get them out his house after every night stand he had.

As they enter their office,now walking to their desk with a heavy sigh,now looking at the time on their watch to see it 10:25pm.It was going to be a long night before they could get any sleep or even go home.

author note: I know I left This on a god damn cliffhanger but this isn’t even the original edited version,I HAD to cut out the original by half cuz I think I made it to 10k words and it aren’t even done😭 but I fricking hope y’all love this and part three will be out hopefully soon,I have never hated writing the words they/thier/and them 😭 it so new for me to do.But I already copy and pasted the cut part off and it in own draft so I’ll will be working on it.

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[420technoblazeit]

So what do you think of Vriska after her little convo with John?

im gonna keep it a buck fifty with u im gonna need to process hte five hundred other horrific things that happened this stream before i even BEGIN to touch the shit between vriska and john with a ten foot pole but um. i do like the direction we're goign in for her character

truth be told i think the. ig worldbuilding??? for alternia and troll society hasnt 100% landed for me but it's understandable given the pace the webcomic's going at. we havent had time to really explore the dynamics she's describing with quote unquote 'justified killing' and i think as a reader the level of sympathy you feel obligated to extend to her suffers as a result. this is kind of the first time we're hearing about how it's considered culturally acceptable for highbloods to just straight up murder lowbloods like this. and in the context that adult trolls quickly become murderous and violent her obsession with helping tavros become stronger by any means necessary makes sense. but it's also not something that was talked about in detail before so im struggling now to accept that into my worldview and my view of vriska

idk. i guess the other problem is that up until this point the highbloods have been relatively well behaved too. before gamzee and eridan both snapped they were pretty civilized and content to play along with the others. and despite all his talk about the hemospectrum equius is like. pretty nice actually i like him a lot. and a lot of that is bc of his partnership with nepeta but yk. my point is most of the trolls dont really act like vriska and none of them are nearly as coldblooded as she is. we were also told that she had to murder thousands to feed her lusus but we never saw it directly which is maybe contributing to it. it's an unfortunate consequence to the way the comic's structured that we dont get to explore it further but i do think vriska's a decently compelling character so far

[molluskzone]

yes "reclaim femininity" for yourself or whatever who cares (even if people online REALLY like acting as if feminine women are bullied for being gender conforming which is just not something that happens in real life) im just tired of the framing of being a tomboy as something you need to "get over" or some silly thing that all women grow out of like no actually socially-decided standards and stereotypes are not inherent to all women its fine to be gender nonconforming or butch or a tomboy in adulthood its not a rite of passage to start wearing makeup and dresses the second you turn 18 and its honestly insane that i even have to say this

originally had them together like this but was afraid of compression

the first shirt on younger blake is the album cover of circle thinking by i hate sex and the second is a shirt i found by googling "funny trout shirt"

just realized i forgot her fucking mole smh. this is the first time ive forgotten it which is surprising given how often i forget small markings... sorry blake... but yeah again i really do not care about people doing shit like "reclaiming my femininity i hated pink because i was an NLOG (i kind of object to the concept of NLOGS personally bc i think its misogynistic but you know) and im a feminine adult now" because its like ok thats you whatever. i just do not like it when people act like this is something ALL women go through. and that women who do not suddenly start conforming to gender expectations are just immature or they hate women and femininity or they hate beauty and have mental issues or whatever. like sorry that is hashtag ridiculous and i cannot stand it and ive seen many posts like it. "oh look i was a tomboy as a child but thank god i grew out of it just give girls a chance to grow out of it let them play around in their silly gender nonconformity (which is only acceptable because theyll stop eventually)" um actually its fine to not be feminine for the rest of your life being born female does not mean you have to be a certain way. you can do what ever you want forever

[melissa-titanium]

Hey, if you were to think up a fankid for N x doll, how would they act and look? (Totally not planning to make one :>)

FUCK. OH MY GOD OK I LITERALLY NEVER THINK OF FANKIDS FUCKING .EVER. I GENUINELY DONT HAVE A SINGLE CLUE INEED TO BRAINSTORM THIS Ok;a.y okay.

i dont see n and doll having a kid. like. okay. i'd have to get into my headcanons for their dynamic for this but essentially POST meeting one another. doll is obviously defensive & protective but more able to have her walls down. she IS very responsible & capable of something like that... but i don't know if she'd necessarily enjoy it ? relying on others is something totally new for her in of itself & having another being *DIRECTLY* rely on her is a whole other realm at the point im imagining. so i dont know if she could handle something like that. you could sort of say uzi had a reliance on her in terms of doll being biased towards. not killing her. but that wasn't an issue for doll because uzi wasnt directly there. okay. FOR N? i mean. potentially. he's plenty responsible and capable of allowing others to rely on him but hes also. kind of a pushover still at this point OK IM THINKING WAY TOO HARD ASBOUT THIS I DONT KNOW. I DONT KNOW. IM NOT. IM. SO INEXPERIENCED WITH FANKIDS UM OK WAIT HOLD ON .RIGHT.ok. name. appearance. riught. ok.

name? not sure. i think they'd be named similarly to yeva -- at the very least starting with a y. cyrillic alphabet offers unique names so... i'll call them Y for now

appearance? god ok. im trying to not go full character design & think about shapes. like. within the canon universe... pilot's hat. like, actual pilot's hat not the weird baseball hat that n has. sort of like doll's dad's hat but with goggles. worker drone, very tall like both their parents. short, scruffy, unkempt hair -- neither doll or n are especially good at taking care of their own hair so neither is Y. usually tied up in a little bun & braided though, courtesy of lizzy coming over sometimes. hair's a very dark grey with a tint of red... like a super desaturated clay-brown

personality? very gentle. probably knows the hardships their parents had faced & is grateful for their life despite everything. a bit shy... took doll's "i dont need other people" and n's "i have to sacrifice myself to get other people to be not mean to me" and mixed it into a "other people scare me, so ill stay in my own little world." they're not outwardly very anxious but shy away from big groups & like to stay on their own. they get along better with adults than other kids their age. they don't have a problem with this, but they usually recieve a lot of grief for it because "kids your age should have lots of friends!" and this made them a touch resentful.

interests... probably pretty sporty and good with their hands. wood carving, trinket crafting (eg; jewelry, bracelets, earrings etc) are their forte. they have the worker-drone innate ability to work with technology, but a distinct knack for *older* in-universe technology, like clocks/watches & compasses or even stuff like automatic vacuums or microwaves. they like taking stuff apart and putting it back together (probably something from their uncle/great uncle??? what the fuck would uzi ((transmasc)) and khan be to them. in my family tree uh. okay) they like solo-sports (hiking, fishing, skiing etc)

holy shit this is longer than i thougjt. oaky

[readceran]

hii mal !! can u talk abt lorelei/emm i wanna hear abt them (like a basic overview of the ship if u want!! or anything!!) bc based off of ur posts they sound like an otp .. 🫶 i hope this finds u well!! (@dmclr)

HIII CLARA sorry this took so long to get to ive been busy but thank u!! for sending this!!!! 🫶🏻 im always looking for an excuse to talk about Them lately

SOOOO lorelei ! has the mourn watch background which. ofc because emm is a mourn watcher also and the in game interactions are sooooo good. anyways. lorelei's background is p much the same as the in game "you were found in a tomb as an infant" situation because honestly. im obsessed with that.

anyways lorelei grows up into! kind of a weird adult who finds a lot of comfort in & around death because. yk their whole life they were surrounded by death bc they were taken in by a mourn watch couple. & they find the idea that oh, one day the Horrors will cease and we will all be at peace :) because um. lorelei has some issues that i will not go into Right Now but just know. this guy is dealing with some thoughts and experiences (which are in part just like. gestures at the state of the dragon age universe. things are always happening here and lorelei is always thinking about that)

the necropolis & nevarra city are very much like . The Only Home Lorelei Has Ever Known btw so they are kind of. alarmed when suddenly they are basically told "hey umm. the way you handled the situation with the whole war of the banners thing was not ideal you were impulsive and controversial and we need you to be Elsewhere while things cool down". because like, theyre being told they need to leave their home and their family and their work/education because of that. which is frustrating honestly kind of devastating. but thats how they end up w varric bc they have no where else to go

and then like? two years later they go back Finally because they need a fade expert and ofc <3 thats emm! and lorelei is sooo weird about being back its so. Uncomfortable because theyve been gone all this time after being essentially forced out & its weird seeing all these familiar faces who lorelei kind of. feels like are judging them because of what they did so theyre just kind of trying to avoid everything. recruit emm get Out. and i think emm kind of notices this and takes note SO i like to think thats why he makes this effort to get lorelei to go to the memorial gardens w him and do the rituals bc like. its his way of kind of welcoming lorelei home and making them feel welcome which of course makes lorelei like. Oh. Oh No. because its soooo sweet and he cares sm and they are just. They Really Like Him.

anyway. their relationship mostly progresses the way it does in game except lorelei is Way more um. awkward and weird and anxious bc they are an awkward and weird and anxious person. they dont know how to act on their feelings or express them .

unrelated to anything ive talked about but i think these two have the potential to make each other Infinitely Better or Infinitely Worse.... mortal emm x lorelei is like, they are making each other better and helping each other face their fears and lich emm x lorelei is truly they love each other but they r indulging the worst in each other because of their own fears and insecurities . its the bad end for them def but im also. so fascinated by it. im studying them

djdjjfbd im going to stop here bc otherwise i will Never stop and this is already kinda long but ! thank u for asking about them and if u want to know more.........i am always thinking about them so i always have Thoughts

[hampterguts]

sorry to be a hater but im socially obliged to watch all of twin peaks and um. when does it become watcheable.

thought-swarm rant below

i kept being told that theres a moment everything lines up and it all makes sense and the ppl who are going out of their way to let me watch it arent bigoted but the show is. the show is. not even in a conversational way its just unironic straight faced bigotry and the constant graphic depiction of sexual assault to women and teenage girls and the way the majority of adult characters the viewer is Definitely supposed to like are/were/arent upposed to having sex with high schoolers. not only are half the cast 18 theyre still supposed to be in high school.

like how am i supposed to like this show. the only main character thats a woman of color is the most unironic orientalist caricature. shes pure she's evil, shes loving but shes cold and has no feelings, shes innocent shes guilty, shes strong shes helpless, shes a manipulator shes being manipulated, shes the sole owner of a log company shes blackmailed into being a maid, shes a sexual abuse survivor, she loves america and hates her home country, her entire character story revolves around people who "own" her. she gets talked about like shes an item or a pet. she needs white cop man to save her from white people. one of white ppl whom literally spent an ENTIRE season "in disguise" as a vague east asian man. my ears still hurt from the racist accent. also the woman's dead husband who isnt dead bc she warned him hates her btw. the show acts like hes reasonable to. in fact another Good White Boy cop is seen as reasonable for not trusting her and holding her at gunpoint after she shoots ONE of her abusers. and again all of these things are shown BARE HANDEDLY AS IN WE ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT ALL AT FACE VALUE- ok well i still have like 8 episodes left but im not getting utena levels of "isnt this so fucked up to expect from a human being?" im getting "isnt she a fucked up little thing?"

she has short hair too btw. do you understand my devastation. my dyke ass was SO excited to see a Cool Calm short haired business suit wearing woman in charge of a lumber factory all by herself. like "wow this isnt egregiously racist i cant wait to see-" only a few episodes later and its the worst ive seen. i cant stomach this at all.

im going to have an aneurysm. i swear if i have to experience any more of this all of my blood vessels are going to burst and im going to dissipate on the floor. i have at least 8 episodes left. the mystery isnt even interesting to me bc all that keeps happening is racism, ableism, pedophilia, sexual assault, and romantic issues. its all so character-relationship driven and it expects you to be invested in and also LIKE these characters. i cant! i thought the director was famous why does this suck so extremely bad!!!!! when does the reveal happen and when it DOES happen i have a bad feeling it wont be worth the mental emotional pain ive been through. like im sorry famous director i think you'll have to scramble a LOT to make this one mentally ill internet faggot consider watching your other work at all. you cant handle mental illness you cant handle physical disability you cant handle race you cant handle women you cant handle mystery what CAN you write.

like its not even artsy with it. one artsy scene does not count. it also had a teenage girl kissing an unknown-aged adult man who we ARE SUPPOSED TO LIKE!!!! he's consistently "our little sweetheart protag hes so sweet and kind and trying to Do Good!!!!" fuck him to hell. his biggest reason to Not Date an 18 yr old whos still in school was bc hes "still in love with a dead woman". why the fuck is this show popular. what was the norm for the time this came out bc it sounds PRETTY BAD IF THIS IS CONSIDERED GOOD.

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter III: Bleed the Freak

masterlist | playlist | chapter II

summary: you continue getting used to your circumstances, staying strong willed in the fight against the one thing you want.

tags/warnings: adult themes, excessive drinking, angst, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gnc!reader, slow burn, heartbreak

a/n: am i destroying your lives with how sad these two idiots are yet? hopefully ch IV will be out much sooner, im already writing it. this one is a lot of filler but y’all need to learn what happened in the time gap somehow! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. reblog to support the author!

June 1986

“Tada!” Eddie gestures to your new bed frame, shoved against the wall of a brand new trailer in Forrest Hills.

“You sure you want this? We’ve only been together for six months. What if we hate each other? What if-“

“Sh, sh. Babe, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have done it. C’mon, now.” Eddie grabs your mattress from against the wall. “Help me move this?”

You grab the other corners of the mattress, heaving it onto your new frame. “Wanna try it out?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes before shoving him onto the mattress, still without any sheets.

-

Present Day

Your POV

“So-“ “Um-“ You both speak at the same time.

“You can-“ “You go-“

You both laugh dryly, then fall to an awkward silence. You break it first, “Look, you shouldn’t feel like you have to talk to me, I don’t know what Steve said, but-“

“Y/n, if I didn’t want to talk, I wouldn’t.”

You nod, a little embarrassed.

“How’re you doing?” You ask him finally.

He raises an eyebrow at you, genuine confusion written on his features. “How am I doing? That’s a stupid question.” You roll your eyes. This is the most you’ve spoken to him in years, and none of it is substantial. You squirm under his glare, suddenly very aware of your shoes.

“Look, I’m not happy about it either, seeing you has brought up a lot of unwanted memories.”

“Unwanted?” You almost think he sounds hurt.

You nod, your lips pressed together. Icing Eddie out is the only way you see yourself making it through the season. “You think I wanna drag up all our dirty laundry on my first big tour? It’s not like we ended things too amicably. This shouldn’t be at the forefront of my mind right now.”

Eddie shrugs, his arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t know you still felt so strongly.” You can’t tell if he’s putting on an act, or if he’s finally over you.

“Well, how do you feel?” You shouldn’t care. You should stop talking to him right now, actually.

He shrugs again. “Album cover kinda threw me for a loop.” He chuckles nervously.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

Eddie snorts, but he doesn’t look amused. “How’d you imagine me finding out, then?”

“You wouldn’t have been anywhere close to me, for one. I dunno, I pictured you watching MTV or something, or seeing it at a record store and falling to your knees.” You try to joke, but he doesn’t laugh. “Something less immediate, I guess.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me?”

You groan, “I didn’t really have a choice, considering the subject matter.” Eddie looks at you, worry carved into his forehead. “You haven’t listened to it yet, huh?”

“Should I be concerned?”

It’s your turn to shrug. “Depends on how you receive it, I guess.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

You take a sip of your drink, willing it to get you drunker. “I’m not trying to reassure you. I don’t need your feelings on my conscience.” It comes out harsher than you intend, and Eddie winces at your words. You don’t take them back though. The further you can push Eddie away, the better both your chances for a good tour are, you’re convinced.

“Right, well, I’m gonna go.”

You nod. “I think that’s a good idea.”

He turns, throws the door open, and saunters out of the green room. It takes everything in you not to break down.

-

Eddie’s POV

Ouch. Eddie isn’t sure what he expected, but he can feel his hopes crash down. His heart sinks to his stomach as he wills himself back into the crowd. No one’s around to guard him, and he lets the fans swarm like locusts, ready to eat him alive.

“Hey, HEY! Back up, move aside!” Steve comes galloping from the far side of the room, wiggling his lanky limbs between sweaty bodies as they fight to reach the tips of Eddie’s fingers, or the ends of his hair. “Eddie, man, what the fuck are you doing?! You need to tell a guard, or me, when you do this shit!” Steve’s shrieking over the screaming girls surrounding him. Eddie ignores his protests, snatching markers to sign tickets, posters, and any pieces of skin offered to him. It doesn’t fill the void in his chest, the one you’d left when you ripped his heart out, but it’s a welcome distraction. It feels good to mean something to these strangers without having to give a shit about them in return.

Just as Eddie’s thoughts are about to pull him under, Steve yanks his wrist out of the mob of people, and into a seat at the bar. “Nope, no, Eddie’s not signing things right now, you gotta go.” Steve shoos the remaining kids away, while Eddie waves at the few that catch his eyes. “Are you suicidal?” Steve sits back into his own stool. Eddie avoids the question, biting his bottom lip until he tastes blood. “Oh my god, are you suicidal? What happened?”

Instead of answering right away, Eddie waves the bartender down, and orders his fourth whiskey of the evening. The room is only slightly spinning, Eddie knows how to hold his liquor. He’d rather face the consequences tomorrow than have his mind stuck on you all night, the words that flew from your tongue and right into his heart, somehow breaking it all over again.

When she returns with his drink, Eddie hands the bartender a five, sending the busty brunette a wink. She giggles at him pathetically, leaning into Eddie to whisper in his ear. He nods his response, whispering back to her before she skips away, a shit eating grin on her face.

Steve can’t help but sit there, mouth agape, eyes wide. “What?” Eddie asks, almost innocently.

“What the hell was that?”

“She told me when she gets off, I told her she could help me get off.” Eddie shrugs. When she returns, she slides him a piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. “Thanks, darlin’. I’ll be sure to call.” He’s grown used to the attention from people, fans of not. It’s easy to get into bed with someone when there aren’t strings attached. Eddie hasn’t let himself love since losing you. On tour he chooses to fill his spare time with meaningless sex, trying his best not to picture you on top of him instead. But he’d never say that out loud, even to Steve.

Steve can read Eddie like a book, though. “That shit isn’t healthy, man. It’s not my business as your friend what you do or who you do it with, but as your Record Label Assigned Babysitter for this tour, it’s the first thing I need to watch out for.” He tries getting Eddie to look at him, but his eyes are behind him, already signaling the bartender to bring him a fifth drink. “Alright, that’s it. I’m cutting you off.” Steve yanks Eddie’s free arm as hard as he can, managing to bring him to his feet.

“C’mon, big boy, let me play a little longer.” Eddie whines, making a scene of grabbing for the counter.

Steve only rolls his eyes before tossing another three dollars onto the bar, and begins dragging Eddie back towards the dressing rooms while shielding him as best he can from the crowd.

-

You POV

It’s 3AM when you and Robin finally swing your hotel room door open. “That wasn’t so bad!” Robin exclaims, ripping her tight t-shirt over her head in favor of a much baggier one. You do the same, ripping your dress from your body like you’re unwrapping a christmas present. Once you’ve pulled up your shorts, you climb into your bed, facing Robin as she mirrors your position.

“It was kinda bad.” You mumble, avoiding her gaze.

Her eyes widen. “Do tell?”

You sigh, knowing this will probably all reach Steve by lunch tomorrow whether Eddie tells him or Robin. You decide there’s nothing worth dancing around it. “I talked to Eddie.” Robin’s mouth falls open, but she doesn’t interrupt. “Not for long, not really about anything. I think I might’ve been a bit mean. I told him I didn’t care how he felt about the album.”

Robin’s quiet for a second, hopefully not completely judging your character. “I think you do care. Immensely.” There’s no hint of sarcasm in her voice, she’s simply telling it like it is. And of course, she’s right. “You told me yourself, when we were writing Decay With Me, you didn’t want to hold him back from his dreams, right? So you never told him about us getting signed to Sub Pop.” It rips you apart hearing Robin’s gentle voice give you such a harsh reality check.

“I know, and I still stand by that decision. I’m sure he’s grateful for it.” It hurts to speak the words out loud, but you mean them. Eddie deserves to be the rockstar he was born to be, and you were only ever holding him back. Getting signed was an excuse to leave, but telling him that would have had him trying to make it work between you two. If you were being honest with yourself, you wanted the space from him, too. You’d wanted to find who you were outside of Eddie, beyond your relationship with him, and all you’d discovered was that you’d made a huge mistake.

-

Eddie’s POV

He hunches over the toilet of his hotel room, making noises he’d previously only heard in horror movies. He can usually hold his liquor, but all the whiskey combined with his conversation with you has left him drained and sick. Luckily, he has the hotel room to himself, and plans to use that to his advantage. He pulls the bartender’s number out of his pocket. When he can’t read the numbers, he tosses it in the trash.

When the room stops spinning, Eddie rises from his spot on the floor, heaving himself to his feet. He barely makes it to the bed, where he flops down onto the mattress, still fully clothed. He lands on something sharp, and rummages around in his jacket until he pulls the CD out of his pocket. Eddie inspects it again, willing himself to open it. Instead he flips it over, and reads the track list.

Decay With Me

Choke On It

Underneath Hell

Pretty Boy

Indiana

Broken Brain

Tighten Up

Skin Deep

Smell Her On You

Tinnitus

Going Home

He reads them over and over again, theorizing what they could be about before he plays the album. He’s not even sure he wants to listen, if he’s ready for the words you could’ve written about him. He’s written his own, about you, masking his feelings in analogy and imagery, but you’ve always been unafraid of saying exactly what you mean. He knows it will be the reality check he needs to really get over you, but he wants to keep his grip on the false hope for as long as he can. He shoves the album into his suitcase, willing his brain to forget about it for now.

-

“Up and at ‘em, big guy!” Steve barges into Eddie’s hotel room early, rousing him from another dream about you, or nightmare about the Upside Down, immediately making him aware of the intense pounding in his head. He throws his pillow over his face and groans as Steve busies opening the shades. “C’mon, man,” He yanks the comforter off of Eddie, pulling another frustrated growl from him. “You have press all day today, or did you forget that when you were drowning yourself in liquor?”

“Just give me five minutes and another whiskey, I’ll be good as new!” Eddie whines into the pillow. Steve exhales as Eddie rolls over, hands resting on his hips as he makes sure Eddie commits to standing up.

“Are you able to function?” Steve’s tone is stern, and guilt settles deeply into Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah, man. I’m good.”

“What the hell happened last night?”

“You walked me to my fuckin’ death is what happened.” Eddie spits as he enters the bathroom to splash water on his tired face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/n wanted nothing to do with me. Told me they don’t care about,” he air quotes, “‘my feelings.’”

Steve looks at Eddie with genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry, man. They’re gonna be a lot harder to break than I thought. Just know they didn’t mean that.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I should’ve known better than to listen to you.”

“You can cry about how I’m the devil on our way to the interview, let’s go!”

“The devil would let me have another drink.” Eddie mumbles, gathering his clothes from the previous night.

“Not gonna happen!”

-

Your POV

The shoot for Spin Magazine is hectic, with stylists and makeup artists bustling around you like a glamorous pit crew. Right now, you’re in clothes you’d wear everyday; an oversized flannel, a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, a long black skirt, and big, thick boots. Despite the comfort of familiarity, the outfit is still purposefully exaggerated, but it’s nothing compared to the dress waiting for you on the rack.

You try your best not to squirm while Harley does your makeup. She’s the one friend you hadn’t lost touch with from Boston. She’d made a point of insisting on being your personal makeup artist “when you make it big.” Though you’d snorted at her words only a decade ago, you kept your promise.

Harley moves on to Robin, patting dark red eyeshadow on her eyelids. You inspect yourself in the vanity, the mirror streaked and dusty. Something turns in your stomach as your thoughts escape you. Death Dance is still a relatively small name in your scene, even since getting signed. Having all of this attention on you is something you still can’t fathom. You wanted this, you do want this, but you’re not so sure you can handle the pressure. People are constantly watching you, some even waiting for you to fail.

“Y/n?!”

“Yeah, hi, what?” You’re snapped out of your spiral before you get too stuck, knowing it’s a breakdown you’ll return to later.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for like five minutes!” Robin waves her hand in front of your face, and you don’t even blink. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I'm great! Let’s get this show on the road!” You shrug your shoulders, shaking off the weight stuck on your back. Sylvie comes up behind you, clasping their hands on your shoulders, and you relax at their touch.

“You got this. Let’s go look sexy!”

The rest of your bandmates agree with piercing cheers, and you join them.

-

Eddie’s POV

“So, on your new album Freak Show, there’s a song titled Sweetheart. It’s far different from the rest of the tracks, a calming break before the climax of Severed Thumb and Wiped Clean. What influenced this mood change?”

The interviewer is a young girl, probably in college. She’s wearing a light blue blouse, buttoned all the way to the top, and a pair of white jeans. She sits across from Eddie in their dressing room, as he waits for CC to be called for their shoot. Eddie bounces his leg nervously, jonesing for a cigarette.

“Uh, well,” he laughs timidly, “Sweetheart is about someone that was once very close to me. It’s about love and loss, and a whole shit ton of heartbreak, and the one person that never made me feel like, the freak, y’know?”

The girl nods, scribbling something on her notepad. “Do you still talk to this person?” She’s not prying for explicit information, unlike plenty of interviewers Eddie’s experienced.

“That’s um, it’s complicated.” No. It isn’t. He doesn’t talk to you anymore, not on purpose. Beyond the failed conversation last night, Eddie doesn’t know if he’ll ever get to speak to you again outside of shop talk.

She moves on. “Who would you consider to be Corroded Coffin’s influences? Biggest inspirations?”

Eddie hates this question. He doesn’t try to make his music sound like anyone else’s, but originality is dead in the eyes of art, he’s learned. He humors her. “We’re all really big Metallica fans. Master of Puppets has a huge spot in my heart. Bands like Rage Against the Machine, Nine Inch Nails, and Alice in Chains were also on frequent rotation during the early stages of writing. Bleed the Freak is a masterpiece of a song.”

The interview continues, with Eddie trying his best to stay focused. He spots you walking down the hallway, past his room, dressed in a long tattered dress, your bandmates in suits of the same condition. He wonders how you must feel, being in the spotlight for real for the first time.

“Eddie, wrap it up, your turn for makeup.” Steve snaps him back to reality. Eddie sends Steve a thumbs up, and the interviewer says her goodbyes before shuffling out of the dressing room. As soon as the door closes, Eddie sends a shot of whiskey down his throat, and wills himself to continue the day.

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chapter IV

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[kylejsugarman]

Hi syd!! ily and I hope you are having a great day! 💕💕💕💕

Ps. How does Jesse end up working with Sheila and how do Baby and Sheila get along?

hi leighanne i adore u!!!! ive been having a nice lazy day and it has been sick as hell 💕

so!! for the first couple of weeks in alaska, jesse basically doesnt leave his new place (ed left him a cache of supplies) for a lot of reasons and only very reluctantly goes into town for the first time because he's out of stuff. he stops off for groceries, then cigarettes from the general store and is walking back to his car when he sees a woman trying to get a chest of drawers through the door of one of the shops on the main street. she looks at him and says "you. come help me with this." jesse obliges because there's no way to run from this now and assists her in getting the chest un-stuck and into the shop.

it's a furniture shop, a sort of hybrid of antique store, restoration and repair place, and custom production store. he's kind of stunned: honestly, he didnt expect there to be anything in this town. then again, he doesnt know Anything about this place or even alaska at large. sheila immediately starts talking his ear off upon realizing that she's never seen him before, excited as hell to have another person to meet and know. jesse obviously doesnt tell her much and is initially dying to get tf out of there, but sheila is chummily determined to rope him into town. she makes them both some coffee (without being asked. she just makes it and gives him a mug and asks if he wants creamer or anything. it's so weird but it makes staying a little easier) and starts telling him about haines, where he can go for this and that, how things work here, has he settled in alright?? does he have a job?? jesse is like. "Um." because he hasn't been thinking that far (he truly can only think one day at a time rn) but he'll definitely need one. sheila immediately pounces on him and says that since she's added custom production to her shop, she's had trouble taking care of Everything by herself and has been thinking about hiring someone to work the store and help her with coordination and other tasks. he sheepishly admits that he actually kind of likes carpentry and building stuff and sheila basically HOWLS and is like "fate put u on my sidewalk, son!! they call this a miracle. oh, we're gonna be BEST friends. hold on, i have some cookies in my office, we need cookies—" even if this wasnt the kind of work he wanted to go into, sheila wouldn't have really given him a choice, but he kind of needs that direction and guidance right now

and sheila was made in a laboratory to be an aunt or a grandma. she and her wife bea don't have kids, but bea comes from a big family and has lots of nieces and nephews that sheila lives to spoil. she's aware of baby since demi's practice is down the street, but once she gets to know demi and baby a little better, sheila decides that she's going to be that kid's honorary aunt. sheila thinks baby is a hoot and wants to give her all the confidence and pride and security in the world (tbh sheila sort of believes that Everyone should act like Sheila). baby's never going to act like that, but it is good for her to have an adult around who is extremely self-confident and assertive to learn those traits from. for all of her brashness, sheila is extremely generous and very sweet to the whole family, but she loves to roll up to the function with a gift for baby and a "im gonna take this little sweet pea home with me" threat before she leaves the function. she loves that kid

[ahgasegotarmy116]

um thats kinda fvcked up if you think about it (im talking about oc acting like she’s this innocent person who had no choice when a)she had and b) could’ve told her husband to have another solution or idk that they should escape lol i can’t think of another reason rn but still i hope you get what i mean) i feel like she‘s 45% right (bc cmon she’s being pushed in a corner with all of this) but the other 55% she’s wrong because he is right that’s his children he has all the right to see them and be there for them doesn’t matter why he is the father she is kinda the same as him bc how do you lie to your children and deprive them of their real father knowing they‘ll hate you later on for that and your doing that bc of what? guilt? shame? insecurities? that means she’s selfish and doesn’t think about the children first cause children should be priority not the other way around. so yeah i don’t like how she raises her voice or disrespects him thinking she’s doing an amazing job or she’s this intimidating person likeeeeeeeee girrrrrrl weren’t you the one who slept with him orrrrrr did his d!ck accidently slip right in idk she should let us know ….🤭😭💀

thank you regardless for the story you’re really talented and the story is really cool and idk makes me curious about the new chapters (if it has one) 😼💛

I definitely get what you're saying and I did write a drabble talking about some of the things you had mentioned a little bit more as well as a few comments talking about their short lived IVF journey so you can check that out here if you haven't read it already :)

The whole situation is fvcked that's for sure and she ultimately was the one who had the choice to do this or not at the end of the day but ever since Jungkook had first brought it up he had stated that he would keep it a secret and make it seem as though the children were his son's and not his to make their problems "go away".

She does feel a lot of guilt in this situation internally but with Jungkook's pushy nature and the fact that he is choosing to blackmail her as often as he can has really driven her to take all of the pent up stress, frustration and guilt that she has aimed towards herself already and has turned it into outwardly putting all the blame on him.

He in a sense does have some sort of right to see his children but oc was under the impression that their deal would work differently from the way he had propositioned her so there was a lot of miscommunication on both parties since she gave in right away.

It's not like he doesn't see his children because he does, she just doesn't feel comfortable when he comes around without another adult around to act as some sort of buffer.

He had indirectly agreed to the role of their grandfather so he is still given the chance to be in their life and she acknowledges that he is entitled to that so she doesn't deprive them of seeing their father he just doesn't play that father role for them.

He purposefully sends his son on business trips so he can be granted that alone time to see his children in a less restrained environment but again who would want the person who is blackmailing you to come around without supervision to keep him as well as yourself in check.

His marriage with his son's mom has deteriorated into one that is simply there to keep up appearances so Jungkook used to have a mistress but once he had been with oc he gave up on her. So he actively seeks oc out to fulfill those needs.

He's been blackmailing her and holding this over her head since their daughter was two so this has been going on for years. With this yandere concept although it seems like she has fight left in her when it comes to him she gives in way too easily because of the mind games he plays with her when they're alone.

Jungkook disrespects her on a daily basis so I don't think that she should have to take that disrespect without defending herself so although her responses may not be well thought out and ultimately leads back to putting the blame on him his blame and the use of blackmail outweighs her mistakes.

Like you said she has been pushed into a corner and is scared that the house of cards (hehe) that they have built on lies and betrayal will come crashing down if she doesn't do what Jungkook says.

She doesn't want to lose her husband or her children so although this whole situation is fucked she loves them with her whole heart so that's an emotional vulnerability that Jungkook play's like a fiddle.

She knows she's not the mother of the year but she's trying her best given the situation she's gotten herself into. She knows that she's done wrong and continues to do wrong and hurt her family without their knowledge but she's not sure what else she can do.

Given the circumstances she wants to raise them and have them think that her husband is their father and it's fucked but for her children's sake and the want to raise them in a stable, "healthy" household she sees that sticking to the original plan of making them believe that he is their father is for the best.

Their children are still young so it's a concept that they wouldn't understand even if you told it to them so although they might hate her for it (because they will find out when they're a lot older) at least they weren't raised by Jungkook.

I have a drabble coming out later addressing some of these questions so keep an eye out for that I just haven't finished it yet 😅

Thank you so much for taking an interest in it enough to send this! Ahhh thank you for saying I'm talented 😭 I've still got a long way to go but I'm happy that people are taking time out of their day to read it 😭

There are a lot of unanswered questions so who knows, I might have to make a second series 😉

[nyxrev]

Be prepared to be judged by the Council

(ik ranks r bs but im curious how they got there)

Saitama has an entire waitlist of home invaders visitors and he is not excited about unexpected visits or their surprises but he just cannot seem to get them out of his personal space. It's the charisma of disguised but unpretentious power.

“Oi Newcomer. Why did you not greet us?”

“Um. Excuse me, who are you n what the actual F are y'all doing in my house.”

“…Y'all?? Buddy how old are you anh?…”

Oh shit he's older than me. Play it cool we need to assert our seniority somehow.

Aside from seniority, its correspondent level of respect & form of courtesy by cultural context, another thought I had was people often treat others by perceived seniority.

For example, Forte looks like the mature sort of young adult but then hats off, hear him talk and you can tell he gets mistaken for a teenager and it would annoy him to no end. What can I say, he does talk casually and boldly like a teenager.

By contrast Kusarigama with his frog helmet on gives off goofy mascot played by equally goofy young person vibes. But helmet off, he's a down to earth and earnest person who takes his job seriously. An elder who is balanced by time and real, substantial experience.

Look at how he holds the cracked tea cup, both hands, formally, with dignity and humbleness. I actually like his design. He may look plain but is not excessively flamboyant and has solid ability. If I had the energy of a diligent and avid student I'd learn from an experienced and dedicated martial artist such as him.

Saitama gives an impression of less seniority or power than he has because he doesn't actively brag or carry himself assertively so then ppl see an aloof guy with blank face, assume he is weak and treat him so.

At the end though, they (Saitama & them three) may all be substance over look people. I feel like they will get along, however oddly the dynamic.

“He likes to show off” …says he who challenged his neighbour to duel (n got slammed by a car)

Forte's face at DX: ugh He's such an attention seeker tsk. Let me SPEAK dammit.

Their Scary Faces:

F: No hate brokay. S: No discipleship hear me?

DX sfx: most boisterous holler you ever heard.

Kusari: first time to see Forte fight but it's not unusual to fight to a rhythm, even top martial artists do it…

Hospital Confusion

Air: *lit. just conscious* Who…????(let him be lmao he just revived)

Forte: *act cool & nonchalant* it's Forte, man. N if ya haven't noticed my rank is higher than you rn so.

F:(pianissimo) …they ignored me ò_ó

DX:*gives junior brotherly advice* hey now, it's not good to take your anger out on others you know.

F:(fortissimo e risoluto) *does not calm down* REVENGE!!!

Concussion

Maybe he didn't get broken bones but he surely got concussion with how boggled he is.

F: It's almost like… I got hit by a car…

DX: Bro you were hit by a car.

Kusari: Quit your headphones when you fight.

F: I thought he was some psychic like Tatsumaki.

DX: dude if your opponent was Tatsumaki you'd be dead bruh.

F: btw wth was the earthquake just now??

DX: seems like imprisoned monsters went on rampage… hmm… we should go.

Kusari: Forte you rest properly.

Trio of the acts cool but is hot-headed younger brother, sort-of likes to show off social butterfly (lol) but decently sensible older brother, and the uncle who tries to keep the kids checked.

I don't know why I'm so amused by them mb it's their contrast among each other & themselves, but it would be nice to see them hang out more or work together.

I feel like Saitama could also benefit from some more company other than:

fanatic disciple

obsessive self-declared rival

obsessive recruiter

obsessive recruiter's overprotective sister who is also highly destructive.

obsessive challengers and more recruiters

King is like the most mentally sound person out of all the people he knows, I feel like. By which I mean someone Saitama can just get along and be around normally, maybe rely on sometimes, when nobody else has saner advice.

Also how could I forget to attach music jokes.

Evolution of Forte: Fortification, if you will

First I thought he would be sort of like Glasses, quiet but candid, maybe not too extroverted but nevertheless diligent and gets work done. Just an average but decently competent guy.

Then I had the impression he would usually be chill, maybe a bit overly serious sometimes, but still straightforward and decently capable.

So I felt like he would look stoic with an average guy's dark haircut, sharp eyes, and probably bit of a permanent serious face.

Boy yo!!! What!!!? I fully did not expect him to be two block blonde and baby-faced and look like a character straight out of webtoon(!?)

Blunt he is regardless but the vibes? completely subvert my impression and expectation he's like a totally different person without hat or shades.

How much do you bet he wears his beanie and shades to look Big & Scary? cuz if I am met with a baby-faced two-block blonde headphone youth who is 200% squared up and declared ready to rumble with full lung capacity I cannot take it seriously. It's like you get stared down by somebody who emits less scary vibes than you.

My my, it's so funny pffhahaha… I don't mean it badly though, it has its charm, and Forte, DX, & Kusari-gama trio was also quite unexpected but I will talk about it next post.

It's like Forte went through 3 stages of Cool: From glasses cool to shades cool to blonde cool

“Well I'm not aware of it but it seems I'm cool to young ppl (as if he's not one of them), been told I'm cool n stuff so I'm also fairly popular”

“I've also been on fashion mags but is whatever, it's not like I cared much for it”

He's like: Idc about it at all but (if I'm not wrong) honestly totally secretly probably appreciates the good reception, feedback, and popularity. Also “Idc about my status” but actually totally cares about age and rank.

con fiducia

fortissimo bruscamente

furioso

“How Dare You Not Take Me Seriously” basically (not official just my conclusion)

“How dare you disrespect your resident senior and fail to show curiosity about my hero activity and lack enthusiasm about our obligatory fight to show who's boss aka prove my prowess”

^(jkjk the last part quoted there I exaggerated)

un momento di silenzio imbarazzante

Look at him he is so offended by Saitama ahaha

No but Forte on a crutch as he salutes Saitama with a straight (baby) face is so funny. He's like “Btw I'm very serious rn but you can rely on me, call me if you need. Let's get along n mb hang out if you wanna grab lunch sometime etc etc.”

Forte man look forward to see y'all get along. I want to see how they fight without accident lol.

Look at the motion blur. It shakes the street.

accelerando con brio

presto

What music would he listen to while he fights?

I bet it has strong bass beat, dubstep perhaps, from how wobbly loud it rattles the motion blur.

[thewhizzyhead]

i literally only slept for like 2 hours today so i am like stubborn spite is the only thing keeping me awake right now and because i'm stressed and tired and sleep deprived, my mind started to make yet another new musical concept idea because that always fucking happens when im stressed and tired and sleep deprived WOOOO so anyways yay 7th new musical concept woo

[mackenzielovee]

crazy love (part 10) - rafe cameron

ma/n: ahhh okay this is it!!! im super sad but i already have so a couple blurbs written so it's not totally over! thank you all for all of your support with this story <3. this part is a lil shorter than the others, sorry about that (not my gif).

Summary: You and Rafe plan your future together, and you convince Rafe it will work out no matter what.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content, slight mention of drug use

Word Count: 3.2k

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"Are you sure we should do this right now?"

"Yes, Rafe."

"But- we don't even know where you're going, yet. This is pointless."

"It's not pointless. It's your future."

"I'm more concerned about our future."

"You don't get out of this by being sweet."

"Fuck."

You roll your eyes and adjust your position on Rafe's lap, which makes him swear again. He had asked you to help him fill out a bunch of college applications, but he seemed to only not be fussy about applying to the ones you had already applied to.

"Okay," you huff, ignoring his fingers as they tuck themselves underneath the bottom of your shorts, "Do you want me to put business as your major on this one, too?"

"I guess," he shrugs.

You sigh and type it in. You lean forward, feeling your back start to cramp up, which makes you move against Rafe's lap. He groans softly behind you, moving his hands up to your hips to steady you.

"Baby, please stop moving. Respectfully."

You smirk and bite your lip, but obey. You scroll down on his fifth application, knowing it's only a matter of minutes before he will ask you to give up on this. Both of you glance up when Ward walks into the kitchen, you instantly feeling uncomfortable with your seat in front of your boyfriend's dad.

"Y/N, hello. I didn't know you were here," Ward gives you a gentle smile as he steps over to the fridge.

"Afternoon, Mr. Cameron," you greet.

You haven't seen Ward since the night of the party, and you had intentionally been avoiding him. It's been weeks now, but still hasn't become any less awkward. He doesn't seem phased by it, however, because he doesn't seem to be acting any different toward you than before.

"What are you two doing?" Ward asks absentmindedly.

Rafe tightens his grip around you waist, anxious about telling his dad what you two are doing. It had been you who convinced Rafe to send out applications, to have faith in himself and believe that he could get in somewhere. You turn your head and look at Rafe, giving him an encouraging smile.

"Um," Rafe starts, earning Ward's attention, "I'm applying to some schools, Dad."

Ward's eyes widen as he moves his glance from Rafe to you. He's sure Rafe didn't come to this conclusion all by himself, which is how Ward knows you're better for his son than he ever thought.

"Wow," Ward breathes, "Rafe, that's wonderful. What schools?"

Your face flushes, hoping it doesn't come up that they've all been schools you're thinking about, too. You know how adults feel about that, and you really don't think it would be good for Rafe to get that lecture right now.

"Georgia, UNC, USC, Duke."

Ward smiles widely, giving his nod of approval to his son. His eyes glance over to you, only briefly, but he hopes you catch his look. You do.

"That's fantastic. I'm sure you'll get in to all of them," Ward encourages.

"Yeah," Rafe grunts, moving his hands down to your thighs. You're thankful that Ward can't see from his side of the kitchen.

"What about you, Y/N? What schools are you thinking about?"

You look up at him and smile, debating silently what your best course of action is. Rafe moves forward, pressing his chest against your back.

"UNC," you reply, holding back the three others.

"Great school," Ward nods encouragingly.

"Yes, sir," you agree.

Rafe sighs audibly, signaling that he would like his father to leave now. Ward holds his hands up, as if to say he gets it, and picks his drink up from the counter.

"Anything I can do to help?" he asks, already inching toward the doorway.

"I've got everything I need right here, Dad," Rafe says quickly, grip tightening around your thighs.

You can't help but smile as you feel your cheeks heat up. Ward just smiles, giving you one final nod as a 'thank you' before he disappears. Rafe groans the second Ward is gone, throwing his head down on your back.

"That went well," you say to him, meaning it.

"I'm sure you'll get into all of them," Rafe mocks his dad, "I mean, what's he going to do when I get rejected from them all? Pay for a new library and buy my acceptance?"

"Rafe," you turn against him quickly, ignoring him groan that you're moving in his lap once more, "Don't say that. You're going to get in. Your GPA is good and your test scores are high-"

"That means fuck all when they ask what I've been doing for the past year. How do I write, 'Uh, working for my dad and getting high off my ass in my spare time'."

"They're not going to ask you that," you sigh, reaching up and stroking his cheek.

"Yeah? What if they do?" he grumbles, more or less loving the sweet look on your face.

"Then you tell them," you smirk, "That you've been a little wrapped up loving on a girl from the Cut. And as much as she loves you back, you're focusing on getting your shit together, now."

Rafe smiles, heart melting at your words. He leans forward and kisses you, first on your lips, then moving to your cheek.

"Can I focus on something else for a little bit?" he asks, his voice low as he moves down to your neck. You sigh and want to give in, but turn at the last second back to his laptop. Rafe groans, steadying your hips on his lap once again.

"Let's finish App State first," you tell him.

He grumbles and gripes while you type for him, attaching his transcripts and test scores to his application. You look over it one more time, verifying all of his information before you submit it.

"Which one do you think we'll end up attending?" he whispers, lips attaching themselves to your shoulder.

He had told you when you came over that he'd make you put a sweatshirt on if you started to distract him too much, and that it wasn't fair he had to think about school when you're dressed like that. You had just rolled your eyes, and chosen not to tell him about the way he gives you butterflies when he says things like that to you.

You pretend his little 'we' doesn't phase you, even though your stomach turns with excitement, "I don't know."

He smiles against your skin, "Whichever one you want, I suppose."

You bite your lip to contain your smile, pretending to be too focused on the computer screen to soak in his words. Really, your mind is going a mile a minute as you imagine how you'll decorate the apartment you and Rafe will share.

You hover the cursor over the submit button, checking off in your head everything you were trying to remember to put on there. Rafe groans and reaches over your shoulder, clicking the button before you can think any more about it.

"Rafe!" you whine, staring at the large, green check mark on the screen.

"There. All done," he smiles triumphantly, moving you around on his lap so you're facing him.

"Could you, like, not be horny for five seconds, please? What if I missed something?"

"Then I'm not going to App State, I guess," he shrugs, "Come here."

You sigh and shake your head, but allow him to grab ahold of your neck and pull you to him. He kisses you, soft and sweet at first, as a thank you for helping him with his applications. After a minute, he moves his head and deepens your kiss, letting his hands roam your body.

"Um."

You both break away quickly, you turning around to see a surprised Wheezie standing beside the island. Rafe groans loudly, not being able to contain his frustration from his family not leaving the two of you alone.

"Hey, Wheezie," you say shyly.

"Hi."

You attempt to crawl off of Rafe's lap, but his grip is too strong and you aren't able to break away. He's too busy burning holes in his sister's head to notice your glance.

"Wheeze, don't you have, like, homework or something?" Rafe grumbles at her, flicking his eyes to the doorway when she looks at him.

"It's Saturday, Rafe."

Rafe mutters a string of curse words under his breath, which makes you squirm uncomfortably in his lap. You don't like him swearing in front of Wheezie, even though you know she's heard his mouth before.

"A girl scout meeting, then?" he questions, irritation heavy in his voice.

"I'm thirteen."

"They don't - how old are girl scouts?" Rafe asks, making you laugh.

"Forget it, baby," you whisper to him, then turn back to his sister, "How's school going, Wheezie?"

"Good," she nods, still uncomfortable with the current situation.

"Well, we're going upstairs if you're just gonna plant yourself in the middle of the kitchen," Rafe grumbles. He pushes you up slightly, making you stand and wait while he collects his laptop and stands with you.

"I'm baking," Wheezie defends, "Cupcakes."

"Who cares," Rafe mutters under his breath, earning a swat on the chest from you. You look up at Wheezie and can tell she didn't hear him, which you're thankful for.

"I bet they'll be delicious," you smile at her.

She smiles back, reaching up into the cabinets to collect the flour and sugar. Rafe sighs, feeling guilty for his previous comment.

"Call us down when they're done, okay, Wheeze?" he says, trying to earn a smile out of his little sister.

"I will," she assures.

You give her another smile and then take Rafe's hand, leading him upstairs to his room. You collapse on his bed the second you two step inside, watching as he sets his laptop on his desk before stepping over to you.

"Didn't mean to be a dick to Wheezie," he mumbles, "Just mad I can't kiss you in my own house for longer than five seconds without being interrupted."

"I don't think she heard you, anyway," you assure him.

He nods his head and settles in on top of you, placing his head on your chest and leading your hand to his back. You'd normally protest scratching his back, or at least setting a time limit, because once you start, he never lets you stop. But, given how stressful you know applying to schools had been for him, you do it without protest.

"Just imagine how many kisses we'll have when we go off to school," you say quietly, looking down to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face.

"Not damn near enough," he mumbles. You can feel his breath through the fabric of your shirt, warming your stomach.

"Hmm," you hum, "We'll just have to try."

He snickers, sliding his hands underneath your shirt and letting your skin warm them up. You two lay like that for a while, letting your eyes close as you relax with Rafe on you. You swear you could fall asleep, sure Rafe has, too, when he speaks up.

"I swear," he mumbles.

"What?"

"I swear, even if I don't get into any of those goddamn schools," Rafe pauses when you move a hand to his hair, scratching his head, "This is all I want out of life. You're all I want out of life. So, I'm good. College will just be the cherry on top of all this."

"Rafe," you whine, swearing you could cry at his sweet words.

"Mean it," he whispers, "We'll make a good little lives for ourselves and have babies and I'll buy you anything you want-"

"A yacht?" you joke, laughing lightly against him.

"Anything," he repeats.

"Okay," you agree, smiling widely as you think about those 'good little lives'.

You never pegged Rafe Cameron to be someone who dreams of having a sweet little family and a nine-to-five job. It doesn't stop the way your stomach turns out of excitement, though.

"Where will we live, then, Mr. Cameron?" you ask him playfully.

"Here," he answers quickly, "Because my job will probably be here. I'll have to work for my dad forever if I don't get in-"

"You'll get in, Rafe," you assure him, voice harsher than it has been before. Rafe stays quiet at first, choosing to speak only after a few minutes of silence.

"Then we'll live wherever you want. It'll have to be close to Macy and Wheezie, though. I have a feeling they'll need us around."

You smile, feeling him smile, too, "Will we have a dog?"

Rafe sits up, looking up at you with playfully annoyed eyes. You stare back at him with raised eyebrows, waiting on him to explain his expression.

"How many times do I have to say it?" he huffs, "Whatever you want, baby girl."

You grin and nod your head, completely accepting his answer and allowing him to lay his head back on down on you again. Rafe's phone buzzes on the nightstand next to you, making him groan once more.

"Will you see who that is?" he whines.

You reach over and pick up his phone, smiling at the picture of you in Rafe's bed that he had taken while you had been sleeping. The first time you had seen it, you had groaned and told him it was inappropriate, and what if someone saw it, to which he replied, 'they'll probably be jealous as hell, then'." Now, it just makes you smile.

"Wheezie says she's done with the cupcakes," you tell him, setting his phone back down.

"Fuck, all right," Rafe sighs, crawling off of you and standing up, "Let's go, pretty girl."

Your acceptance letters to Duke and UNC come two weeks later. You had been nervous as hell to open them, and Rafe had been nervous as hell that he hadn't heard a thing from any school since you two applied for him. 'Of course you got in, baby', was Rafe's response to each, accompanied by a very long kiss and him letting you choose what you two had for dinner to celebrate.

You two wait another agonizing two weeks, until one night, Rafe gasps at the screen of his laptop. You're laying on his bed, watching your show on Rafe's TV, but sit up at his sudden noise.

"What is it?" you ask him.

He turns to look at you, an expression on his face you've never seen before. You stand up and walk over to him, crawling into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck before he can even say anything.

"UNC," he whispers, hands gripping onto your waist like his life depends on it.

"Open it," you smile at him.

"I can't," he shakes his head rapidly, eyes filled to the brim with fear.

"Hey," you tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you, "Whatever that says. We'll deal with it."

"God, baby," he leans his head down on your shoulder.

"Do you want me to open it?"

He just nods as best he can against your shoulder, not bothering to pick his head up. You reach around and move his laptop to the edge of his desk so he doesn't have to move from his position.

You look at Rafe's email account, staring at the email that had come in from UNC an hour ago. You two probably would've seen it earlier if you hadn't been distracting Rafe with the cute outfit you wore to dinner. Sending once last glance to your sweet boy, you let your shaky hand move the cursor over the email. You're nervous, of course you're nervous, because you know he wants this more than anything.

"Jesus, did you open it yet?" he asks, then immediately follows with, "I didn't get in. Oh, God-"

"I haven't opened it, handsome. Relax."

"What the hell are you waiting on, baby?"

His word encourage you, and just as he snuggles himself even closer into you, you read the word.

Congratulations.

"Holy shit," you whisper.

Rafe's head shoots up from your shoulder, looking at you before he looks over at the screen. His jaw falls open slightly as he stares at it, rereading the email twice before he speaks.

"I- it says 'Rafe Cameron' at the top, right?" he asks, reaching over and scrolling to the top of the screen.

"Yes!" you cheer, "Of course it does, handsome! Oh, my God, Rafe, I told you! I'm so proud of you."

"Fuck, I-" he shakes his head at the screen, taking a deep breath.

"Rafe," you move his head so he's looking at you, "You did it. You're in."

"We did it," he whispers, "Both of us."

You smile and kiss him, making yourself more comfortable in his lap as he kisses you back.

"I'm hanging that up on my wall," he points to the screen, breaking your kiss only long enough to speak.

"You should," you nod, meeting his lips again.

"Wait, wait," he pulls away after a few minutes, the only light in the screen being the TV now that his screen has gone black.

"What?"

"Are we- I mean, UNC, and you and me-"

"Yes," you stop him.

Rafe smiles before he can help it, his mind going right back to the night he had asked you to be his girlfriend and you kept interrupting him to say yes before he could even get the question out.

"Baby, you have to let me ask you."

"Fine."

"I don't have any flowers this time," he frowns, hands roaming shamelessly up and down your legs.

"I'll live," you shake your head.

"All right," he starts, taking a deep breath, "While I realize we're extremely young and you haven't even graduated high school, I would really love it if-"

"Yes."

"Baby."

"Sorry."

"Could we, like, go to UNC together and get an apartment and start on that good little life we've been dreaming of?"

You bite your lip to hide a smile as you meet his eyes, running your hand through his hair. He's grinning up at you, already imagining how great it will be to be able to kiss you when he wants, where he wants, and however long he wants.

"Can I think about it?"

"No."

His voice is harsh and demanding, but you can still see the ends of his lips trying not to turn up into a smirk. You smile and give him a gentle kiss, then lean back.

"Okay," you sigh, "I guess we could make that happen. Unless, of course, I get a better offer."

Rafe laughs incredulously and shakes his head, "You won't."

"So cocky, Rafe Cameron," you smile, giving him another kiss.

When you lean back, you start to daydream. What your apartment will look like, the area rug you want to get for the living room, the shelves Rafe will probably have to install for your picture frames and fake plants.

"What?" he notices the look on your face, then sits back and sighs, "You're thinking about color schemes, aren't you?"

"Rose will have to help me decorate," you say quickly.

Rafe groans but can't help the smile breaking out across his face. You can't help your hands roaming his chest.

"Whatever you want, baby girl. Whatever you want."

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[strictpunishedhubby]

Geschmollt habe ich, weil ich neben einer heftigen Tracht Prügel auf meinen nackten Po und danach einem Aufenthalt von über einer halben Stunde in der Ecke, zusätzlich eine Woche Hausarrest aufgebrummt bekam. Die von mir als zu hart empfundene Bestrafung bekam ich deswegen, weil ich noch nicht einmal eine Stunde ( es waren ungefähr 50 Minuten) zu spät nach Hause kam. Obwohl ich mich nicht dagegen heftig  aufgelehnt habe, sondern nur gewagt habe zu sagen, drei Tage Hausarrest seine doch wohl wirklich genug als Bestrafung. Wegen diesem, ihrer Ansicht nach, uneinsichtigen Benehmen gibt es eine Strafverschärfung.

Die gesamte Woche muss ich schon um 19 Uhr im Bett liegen!

Vorher kontrolliert meine Frau, ob ich die vorgeschriebene Nachtwäsche angezogen habe. Sie lacht  mich immer aus, wenn mein Windelhöschen aus meinem kurzen Mädchennachthemd herausschaut. Ich dagegen empfinde es, als noch erniedrigender als es schon durch meine kleinkindliche Ausstattung ohnehin ist. Mein Schamgefühlt  berücksichtigt sie dabei in keiner Weise, sie betrachtet mich nur als ihren kleinen, unartigen Jungen, der streng erzogen werden muss. 

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I pouted because, in addition to a violent beating on my bare buttocks and then staying in the corner for more than half an hour, I was also sentenced to a week of house arrest. The punishment I felt was too severe was because it was less than an hour (was about 50 minutes) when I was late for home. Although I didn't protest violently, I only dared to say that three days of house arrest was really enough as punishment. Because of this, in their opinion, unreasonable behavior, there is a penalty increase. 

I have to be in bed by 7 p.m. the whole week!

Before that, my wife checks whether I have put on the prescribed nightwear. She always laughs at me when my diaper pants are sticking out of my short girls' nightgown. I, on the other hand, find it even more humiliating than it already is due to my infantile endowment. She doesn't take my shame into account in any way, she just sees me as her naughty little boy who needs to be brought up strictly.

Sie fordert mich auf, wohl um mich noch stärker zu beschämen und meine Unterwürfigkeit zu demonstrieren, mein Windelhöschen aufzuknöpfen, um zu kontrollieren, ob ich meinen, warmen. rosa Langbeinschlüpfer anhabe.

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She asks me, probably to embarrass myself even more and to demonstrate my submissiveness, to unbutton my diaper pants to check whether I'm  wearing my warm, pink long-legged panties. 

 Ob ich das von ihr auf mein Bett hingelegtes Mädchenhöschen, das ihr so gut an mir gefällt, auch artig angezogen habe.

Mit einem Klaps auf meinen Hintern schickt sie dann, zufrieden über meine schon kindliche Fügsamkeit, einen sich schämenden, jetzt folgsamen Ehemann ins Bett.

Während meine Frau sich einen schönen Abend macht, kann ich lange Zeit nicht einschlafen, befinde mich in der Lage, auch psychisch wie ein vierjähriges, ungeratenes Kind, das zwar geliebt und um das sich gekümmert wird, aber sehr, sehr streng erzogen wird. Aber vielleicht muss das bei einem Erwachsenen, der sich noch wie ein kleiner Junge aufführt, auch so sein. Deshalb liebe ich meine Frau und kann sie gut verstehen, wie sie mit mir umgeht, denn ich habe es nicht anders verdient.

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If I've put on the girls' panties, that she likes so much, this she put before on my bed.

Then, with a slap on my bum, satisfied with my already childish docility, she sends a shamed, now obedient husband to bed.

While my wife is having a nice evening, I can't fall asleep for a long time, find myself in the position, also psychologically, of a four-year-old misfit child who, while loved and cared for, is brought up very, very strictly. But maybe that's how it should be with an adult who's still acting like a little boy. That's why I love my wife and I can understand how she treats me because I didn't deserve anything else.

[harumasafart]

I should have started w this but um yea

So the actual universe is like nonexistent this just started as a way for me to write porn of them and hurt comfort when I’m in that mood. Basically it’s like a timeline split thing where they arent permenantly gone from their world, there’s just now a separate copy of them that has found their way into this different place and can’t go back. It’s a tiny village and it’s lots of gorgeous farm land and pretty rivers. And they can’t leave because they just got lost in a random forest and ended up there. (My magical aura keeping them in yaoiland)

So time is a young adult, in his mid 20s but it’s impossible to pinpoint from his time travel shit. And that aside, everhthing he went thru (traveling 7 years to the future and forced to be a grown up without knowing how, then placed back in his kid body and experiencing horrors in Termina over and over again) makes it very hard to be a normal person. So he ends up being very serious and broody about destiny and his past and whatever but he hides it with being a teasing flirt. Love him. He’s trying to like reclaim his childishness from being forced to grow up. Anyways really awful thing about him is that when you’re 10 years old and get put into your 17 year old body in a post apocalyptic scenario where everybody thinks u fine as hell, it’s gonna lead to VERY BAD OUTCOMES because deku tree did not teach him about sex. Obviously so. At the ripe age of 10 everyone mistakes his “i have no idea how to act like a cool adult” nervousness into a hot stoic guy and they want him. And since he’s desperate to actually grow up and be seen as an adult he just goes along with it. I take from oot manga here when it comes to how he views it as “I need to make up for lost time” and not “I’m literally still a child” because he wasn’t put into his adult body, he time traveled but it leaves him mentally stunted since he was just sleeping the whole time. Does this make sense. Anyway so because of that he views things skewed. After he goes back to being a kid he 100% has an orphan movie moment and just wants to be recognized as older and capable and he craves any type of validation. We see this clearly in mm manga because he expresses frustration that no one knows he’s hero of time, because he went into a different timeline where that destroyed future never occurred. And that’s where he lives, as a child but not feeling like one. Having the skills and strengths as an adult and the experience and attitude of someone who’s been thru hell and back. So obviously it’s gonna be hard to adjust to life cause he’s weirdly stunted. So he ends up chasing sex even tho it was incredibly wrong for him to have experienced in the first place. But he wants to prove himself and doesn’t know how else. So enter TERMINA, bad decisions galore. He’s able to reset time and everything is undone and no one remembers? He can literally do whatever he wants bro. He’s gonna pursue kafei and desperately try to fuck him over and over again until it happens and he doesn’t even feel fulfilled. So anyway Majora left him brokennn but he did his best to keep going anyway. Just focusing on sword stuff, no time for emotions and stuff. He saved Termina and he wants to live in it, even if it traumatized him. So he grows up there until he’s swept away into yaoi land. So imagine all of that, being him, and learning he’s gonna be stuck here in a little world where clones of himself are running around. He’s gonna want to fuck all of them. He’s too strong.

Oh my god that was way too long im stopping here

The linkcest universe turning so bad they may as well just be ocs at this point

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Companions react to a random sexy times scene in a movie

Okay so in my head sole manages to get a TV to work and puts on a movie for them and their platonic/crushing companion, and about half way in there's a totally unexpected scene....

Maccready

*Chokes on drink* "Oh come on! I didn't need to see that..." que a very blushy and embarrassed merc.

Is very uncomfy. If he wanted to see adult content he'd go search for adult content some time when sole wasn't around.... he doesn't get why it's in the movie.... it's adding nothing to the damn plot

Idk about yall guys, but when I was younger and an "adult" scene would unexpectedly come on my parents would scrable for the remote inevitably drawing more attention and I could totally see Mac doing that.

Hancock

"Oh guess he's not a fan of foreplay.... Oh come on thats not how it's done. That poor lady can do so much better. Jeez sex ed apparently is a foreign concept to this sorry excuse for a lover...."

Judging the whole scene.... He wishes he could jump through the damn screen and give some pointers. By the time the scene is over sole is dying of laughter, and Hancock is disappointed in the underachieving boyfriend.

Cait

"What type of film are we watchin again? either way I'm not complaining..."

She'd be dramatically waggling her eyebrows. She doesn't really give a shit if it's in there. if anything it just causes her to focus on the movie more intently....

Danse

O.O "I- oh... um..."

The Paladin forgot how to form words temporarily and his face is redder than a tato. He's uncomfy and embarrassed to say the least.... Much like maccready he doesn't understand what this is adding to the plot...

Curie

"Oh what is going on-... Oh! Is this erm... normal to be on the television?"

Would cover her eyes. When asked why she'd say calmly "to give them some privacy". Sole of course finds that hilarious and starts laughing, which in turn makes Curie think the scene is over and something else is happening and when she uncovers her eyes and is greeted with the same image and she makes a sound in-between a screech and a squak making sole laugh even harder at her.

Deacon

"So this is the real reason why everyone watched TV before the bombs.... im not surprised, but I am disappointed in you sole... Ever heard of keeping it pg13? Seriously though if I was gonna lose my eye virginity to anyone I'm glad it's you" *Overly sarcastic shoulder pat*

He makes a whole dramatic scene himself acting as if what he just saw was the dictionary definition of vile, and then he starts smirking like a goddamn idiot. In reality he just feels awkward

Piper

"what the- OH COME ON BLUE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU MAKING ME WATCH!?"

Once you convince her that no, it is indeed not what she thinks it is and that is safe to look she's pretty much fine and will happily watch the rest of the movie. Still though no matter what you say to try and convince her other wise she wholeheartedly believes it was your intention to about give her a heart attack mid movie. Even after you explanation you weren't expecting it either she still blames you and probably won't let you pick the movie for a very long time.

Nick

"Forgot how many scenes there were in old films. Heh, at least this one's tasteful unlike some of the things I've had the misfortune of seeing in my time...."

Hes an old man, he's seen it all. I'm sure he's had to watch some less than tasteful videos/holotapes he found well working a case that turned out to be anything but evidence. at the end of the day as long as there's not to much skin or excessive ridiculous moaning he's good.

Preston

"....."

He knows what's going on, but he's hoping if you don't know that he knows what's going on it'll somehow make this whole situation less awkward. That and he can't actual bring himself to say anything. This is not what he planned for movie night.... good thing he didn't bring a whole bunch of settlers like he had originally planned.

X6-88

"Ma'am/Sir might I ask why you're choosing to watch this with me?"

He's outwardly his usual stoic stone like self, but with a slight blush in his ears. He had meant for what he said to come out monotone like his words usually are, but it came out with far more nervousness then he intended. He's probably gonna wanna shoot some stuff after this. Probably best to let him go deal with his emotions the only way he knows how. violence.