#and i didn't want to leave this unanswered any longer than it already was

[kairiscorner]

❝KEEPING SECRETS❞ — miles 42 x reader (part 1)

⋆✮↪ summary: he thought he was doing right by you by keeping you at a distance, by keeping you in the dark of everything he was doing. he thought it was right to keep his secrets... just so he wouldn't lose you. well, in the end, was it worth it? ⋆✮↪ pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader ⋆✮↪ word count: 1,864 ⋆✮↪ author's note: tbh, i wanted to make the idea about miles 42, not really bc of the angst but bc i wanted to write more about my other son, i don't feel like i make enough for him 😭😭😭also i'm sorry if the spanish is wrong, i'm not fluent, but if y'all are willing to correct me for it, by all means, please do! I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS THOUGHHHH (reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

the line on the other end beeped, he never did bother to leave a voicemail to whoever called anyway. you set your phone down with a sigh as you stirred your drink mindlessly, looking at your phone, hoping that at least he sent a message, saying he got your call, even if he wouldn't ask why you called. you put your hands to your face and tried to calm down, collect your thoughts before doing anything rash. this was a normal occurrence for you two already, you always calling out for him or texting him, and you going completely unnoticed by him; and the worst part? he's been your boyfriend. for six months.

you wanted to watch miles walk in through the door of the restaurant and sit himself down across you, all so you could take your drink and splash it all over him, not caring what he'd say or think of you while you'd drench him. hell, maybe you'd even throw the cup at his face, but you felt bad thinking about that, you didn't want to stoop too low. besides... you loved him, you really did--and you knew he loved you, too, kind of. you knew the exact reason as to why he always misses out on dates with you, always leaves your calls unanswered and your texts unread, and it wasn't because he was cheating on you or catching up on any homework, no--it was because he was the prowler.

he was a vigilante, he was one criminals and authorities alike couldn't get their hands on--a cruel one, many would call him, ruthless--but not to you. he saved you from a band of crooks that were going to rob you of all that you had when you were heading home on your own one night, and the way the prowler held you, the way you heard his heart beat and felt the warmth throughout his whole body as he held you close to his chest, when he kept murmuring to you you're okay, you're okay... you never forgot that feeling. and when you met miles, when you two started dating and getting more close, more intimate... you were reminded of that feeling when the prowler saved you, when miles saved you.

but despite knowing his secret, you needed him to tell you. it was his secret, and you valued your boyfriend's privacy. he was entitled to his own secrets, as you were entitled to yours. but you wished he at least... could at least show up, could at least make time for you and be there for you when you needed him. and tonight was just that night, because tomorrow, you were going to be trying out for your school's varsity team; the stakes were high enough as it was already for you and you felt pressured, extremely pressed, to push yourself further than what you can already do now. miles promised you, weeks before this, that he'd be there for you--he'd be there when you needed him, he promised; but now, where was he?

you refused to wait for him any longer; you chugged your drink and with an irritated sigh, you left the restaurant behind you, fuming as you thought of what to tell him, what to ask him, how to tell him tomorrow that you... you were so disappointed in him. tomorrow eventually came, and you made your way through the flood of faces in the hallway, catching miles collecting his stuff from his locker, his back turned to the people passing him by. you grabbed him by his shoulder, glaring at him with an icy stare as you narrowed your eyes at him. "que pasa, cielo?" miles asked you with a raised eyebrow and a perplexed look on his face in response to your scowling, as if he had no clue as to why you were so infuriated with him. "miles, where were you?" you asked him in an exasperated tone, clearly exhausted, and clearly in need of answers.

not looking to anger you, miles looked away and murmured, "i was... helping my tio aaron fix up his car, no biggie." "i called your uncle aaron last night, he said you were sleeping." you pressed him as he shut his locker's door, not looking back towards you as he began to walk away to defuse the situation, at least, he thought it would defuse it. you were not having it, though, and followed him through the crowds of people that were passing you two in the hallway. "i slept because my tio made me do some heavy lifting, he insisted i should've gone to bed, that's all." he answered you back as he held himself back from getting any more agitated with this mountain of lies and excuses he's made for himself.

if you only knew just how much miles wanted to tell you the truth, how he wanted to be upfront and honest with you, tell you the real reason why he's been missing out on dates with you, not being able to answer your calls or texts, being unable to support when you need him, when he wants to be there for you... but being the prowler isn't just something he can quit, it's a job he takes up so no one else he loves, and especially not you, gets hurt or taken away from him.

you breathe in deeply as you try to put up with his crappy excuse again. "well, alright, but you never bothered to answer my calls? surely you would've woken up, right, your phone's always got its sound on. hell, you could've texted me, explained why you couldn't come, because i would've understood, i'd've understood if you just told me--" you said as you grasped miles' hand, but he was in no mood to face you right now. he wasn't angry nor disappointed in you, of course not; he believed you had every right to be angry, but miles was angry at... himself. he couldn't bear to have you face him, put up with him when he knew what he was doing wasn't enough to keep you happy. he yanked his hand away from your grasp and turned to face you, anger and fury filling his face.

"no digas cosas que no sientes! you don't mean that, not when you don't know anything! have you ever thought of that?!"

he yelled at you. he raised his voice at you.

...he really doesn't believe in you, does he?

miles panted as he tried to shake the simmering rage and aggression he was feeling off. he couldn't stomach it, the fact he should've been there with you that night, reassuring you, comforting you, supporting you like he promised--just being there to listen to you would've been enough, but he couldn't even do that. he felt like he was being tortured when he brought himself to look at you in the eyes, he didn't feel like he deserved you, of being loved by you. "cielo, i..." miles spoke as he tried to gather his thoughts, say he was sorry he snapped--but no words followed his quieting voice. his mouth was open, but no words came out. you looked at him in utter bafflement as the fact he spoke to you like that sunk in, piercing your heart like a dagger. all you wanted was the truth, the truth to come out of his own lips in his own voice by his own volition--but he couldn't even give you that without a fight, almost as if you didn't deserve the truth.

you realized it too late, and soon felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks and staining your uniform's blazer and making small pools of tears on the floor. your lips twisted into a frown, the corners of your lips quivering as you sniffled back the tears, telling yourself to quit crying, but crying even harder as your inner voice got louder. "what am i doing wrong, miles?" you made out with a sob as your crying intensified, with the tears flowing faster and harder. "am i not... not good enough, not worth... not worth being given your time? i try to see things... from where you stand, but... how can i even begin to do that when you're not even... you're not even with me at all anymore?" you asked him in between your cries as miles looks at you, about to take a step forward and comfort you, but he stops himself. his eyes are filled with regret and shame for what he just did, what he just said to you.

the other students in the hall were drawn to the drama occurring between you two in the middle of the hallway, with some coming over to get a better look, others buzzing around for questions on who did what, what happened where and why. miles tried to open his mouth to speak, to say a word of apology, but his voice seemed stuck in his throat as he opened his mouth and closed it again. "i can't be with you anymore. we're done, miles." you said in a louder voice, which caused miles' heart to stop beating for a few seconds, benumbing him as he stepped back and was stuck in place, processing what you just told him. you ran off, away from everyone's stares, leaving miles alone there to reflect on what he just did.

miles tried to get himself to run after you, open his mouth and finally release the voice that longed to speak your name, call you and apologize a million apologies that would only be the tip of the iceberg. he did what he had to to keep you safe, to... keep you, but he ended up losing you in the process. he lost you because he didn't meet with you, he didn't keep his promise, he couldn't keep a single promise, which was why he couldn't even keep you.

the onlookers and bystanders eventually moved away and awkwardly filled in the silence that was left between you two with mindless chatter and murmuring. miles eventually came to his senses, partially, and slowly walked away from the spot he was frozen on after he let what just happened sink into him. he headed off to his first class with a murky and somber expression as he realized he lost you. he tried to conceal his despair and dejection, until ganke came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "miles, are you--" "they left me." miles responded briefly, his voice quiet and hushed, as if to mask the utter sorrow he was experiencing. ganke gazed up at miles, who was now tearing up slightly, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. "they left me, ganke. i was... i was so... i wasn't doing enough..." he wept as he leaned against ganke, with ganke patting him on the shoulder as he walked him off to their first class. miles tread to class with a storm brewing in his mind, he couldn't focus on nor understand a single thing except for the fact that he's lost you.

but he won't give up that easily.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @q2ie @anikaluv @zalayni

[slytherinlizzy]

The afterfire by slytherinlizzy is now on Wattpad!

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Story category: fanfiction

Fanfiction type: Duskwood, Jake Donfort × OC

Warnings: memories of childhood trauma; mental health problems directed at various characters; use of alcohol, cigarettes; mentions and graphics of injuries, blood, vomiting, explosion, sexual related content, murder, death, suicide, abuse, violence; nudity; strong language; use of darknet; stalking; continuous violation of personal and security rights; dark themes

Ongoing

Copyright: all rights reserved

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Characters: Jake Donfort

Lyra Ambrose

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Story description:

After the explosion in the Ironsplinter Mine, things went on with a quiet tension.

Not only did the fire leave behind an unidentified body, but it further enhanced the already intricately tangled threads. And this time, Lyra was in more danger than ever.

No one from the group is trying to reach her. Lyra didn't receive a single phone call, and she couldn't make one either. Is there a more serious reason than she thinks? Or do the others no longer need her? They got what they wanted from her, and maybe... they're now afraid?

Will it be possible for the girl to build further the precisely crafted spider web in such a way that as few people as possible fall into its trap, including herself? Will she be able to move on with knowing her last words to Richy were unforgiving?

And Jake... What happened to the man who won her heart with words alone?

So many unanswered questions, and Lyra got no one but herself to help figuring them out. And as any good detective does in such situation, she began to investigate.

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Excerpts from the book (spoiler warning):

[...] And to be honest, she knew that she was the last person who was important and needed to be paid attention to, but someone could really tell her what the hell was going on. With a sigh, she lowered her phone. Lyra wanted to stay still, like since the day Thomas added her to the group. When all of this mess came crashing in her life. And until then, she managed to do well. But it seemed that without the others, without a specific person, it was imposibble. All thoughts and possibilities of what's happening came crushing her down. Her mind was buzzing and dead silent at the same time. Shocked by the informations, yet already making things up. Her knees finally gave out, and Lyra fell to the ground, a crying, curled up mess on the rug.

She wondered if if Jake showed up there unharmed, would she start a fight herself, or rather just hug him without saying a word for as long as possible. She'll still think about it. Equally, the man would truly deserve both. A small tear rolled down her cheek, caught at the corner of her upturned lips. It really deserves scientific attention, that how the salty taste of tears can make one laugh. Lyra considered she might give up journalism and part-time detective work and become a student of biology or psychology department. It would be less profitable, but still more pleasant to deal with human brains and interneurons than to deal with mine explosions and murders from legends made into reality. The quarrel suddenly stopped, punctuated by a heavy slamming of the door. A similar door slammed in Lyra's soul recently, for which she's now desperately searching for the key.

"Probably when around a few days ago I thought I'm about to get kidnapped, but turns out Jake just likes to be dramatic, and now I'm stuck here with him." All the while, she didn't take her eyes off him, who upon hearing the answer suddenly looked away, hiding a... Oh look, was that a smile? 

As soon as she saw the familiar beard, Lyra hurried over to the screen, a flurry of irritated words leaving her mouth. She wanted to throw so many things at the man's head, but nothing more came out than: "Thomas, you idiot!" He stared back in shock and fear. Beside him, Lilly whispered in his ear, "She's really mad at you right now." "I see that."

She gently grabbed the other wrist as well, and as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, she tried to encourage the black-haired man to do the same. The light of the lamp on the wall by the counter cast soft shadows on his neck and face, and he slowly began to surrender to Lyra's movements. The music hummed softly in the background, gently dancing with the lights as the two people did. Somehow this was different now than at any other time in Lyra's life. She was always the one who was led, the little lost, unfortunate girl, but now someone is relying on her, watching her movements. They are clumsy together, but this didn't fill her with nervousness, rather a pleasantly warm liquid flowed through the woman's body. If Jason or Betty saw her now, they wouldn't believe that this was the same Lyra they took under their wing just a year ago. Her adopted family would understand now, the journalist never had a regular family, but many and many, everywhere. She began to take bigger and bigger steps to the rhythm of the music, by that her dance partner forced to follow her example. Jake smiled down at her, admiring, loving how enthusiastic she was, wanting to spin him around. "You were right, you're horrible in this," he said with the biggest grin known to man on his face. "Sod off, kindly?" "That was very British of you," Jake laughed while trying to spin her around, the two almost tripping over each others' feet. "You're such a little weird one," he said as he pulled her closer, spinning around between the small kitchen area and the tables.

[la-rougo]

Can I please ask for a yandere Thor

But how would he be in a relationship with kianna

Like NSFW and sfw if you're comfortable with that

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

*SFW*-

Yandere!Thor x Kianna Komori (OC)

my first ever request and its also an oc request im so happy😭😭😭

warnings: traumatic past mention

It was when thor was sent by his father to get rid of tons of titans that were getting out of hand in the midguard, sure it's none of his business but he must anyways

after his duties is over, he decided to stay in the midguard for a while just to take a fresh air in the forest, he found a peaceful spot with beautiful flowers so he decided to rest there and pick a few flowers so he could give it to his fellow asguardians when he's back

just before he could pick a third flower, he heard a low ruffles sound behind him. He turn around to see a silhouette fading, curious. He get up and follow where the silhouette faded. Ended up in another flower spot where he sees a petite girl quickly grabbing her flower basket

"uhm... why are you following me?" the said petite girl asked the god of thunder while standing in a far distance, looking at him cautiously. The god only stayed silent, walking slowly to towards her, she didn't walk back, simply look at him, still keeping her guard up. Thor bent down to her height and hand her flowers he picked up earlier. "you must've wanted to pick these flowers at that spot earlier. Did you hesitate because of my presence?" Thor asked her calmly while holding her hand tenderly. The girl's expression softened slightly "I just don't want to draw any attention to myself" Thor nodded and stood up, extending his right arm, signaling her to place her plam on his. Her expression as empty as his, but to feel a tenderness in him. She take his hand which is a much larger one. He turn to walk back to the earlier spot and release her hand to bend down and pick up flowers again "you're not the talkative one" Thor said, as if he spit out his thoughts, she followed his movements, picking up flowers for herself as she spoke up "I can tell that you are too" the god simply hummed by her words, seeing their similarities. they stayed silent for a while, awkward as it may feels, they enjoyed each other presence and thor wouldn't mind staying for a little longer. Eventually they spare each other a small talk

"i am thor, god of thunder of the asguard, you are?"

"Kianna, Kianna Komori"

Thor notices her avoidance of expressing emotions, her calm collected isn't her nature when he inspects closer, that is what get the norse prince to count her as one hell of a mystery.

but he couldn't possibly stay even longer since he have asguard waiting for him. Thor got up and bit her a sweet goodbye "I must go now, would you like to meet here again?" the girl look up at him softly, responding as gentle as her gaze "I see why not" Thor exhales in satisfaction with her answer, "until we meet again, Kianna" as he disappears, his last thoughts on earth was how he felt talkative more than his natural self, it honestly make him feel a new feelings inside his heart. She was beautiful, but something about her quiet nature is hidden an unspeakable secret that requires a lot to understand, her character in fact, how interesting, he felt like he have to protect her from what have already hurted her, whatever it is he thought. He only have an unanswered questions at the end of the day, soon will disappear on the very dawning day... or not.

The thunder god was found to be visiting the midguard frequently, even stay in midguard over night, it was extremely odd for him to do so, even his maids start making theories about how he finally found the love of his life

and they were right

Kianna was sitting on Thor's lap while they talk to each other as Thor tied each flowers and leaves together, forming as a flower crown and gently place it on the petite girl's head

But the more he inspects her, the more he suspects a hidden story behind all of her opaque mask written in fake letters as it obscures her longing past pain. She was broken. That's all he could figure it out

Thor felt a little bit of an anger thinking about such disgusting mortals or any creature that hurted such a beautiful pure girl to the point she have to hide her true self from everyone-

"Thor?"

The said god snap out of his thoughts and turn his attention to Kianna "hmn?" Thor hummed as she furrowed her brows slightly, she didn't say anything. Simply laying her chin on his shoulder, suddenly, she felt Thor's hand motioning over to touch her bandaged arm

"these are scars, aren't it"

Kianna is startled by his question, she quickly reacted by shoving her arm away from his hand "I accidentally wounded myself". said the nervous girl, the lies are of course, never unnoticed by Thor, he deny her false claim. "I can see you, I can see what happened to you" the god said as he gently caress her cheeks so dearly

Kianna thought to herself for a while, he was worried about her, he knows her, he's trustworthy, he's in love with her. And oh how she feels just the same way as he does.

She relaxed herself a little and felt an urge to tell him, tell everything so he wouldn't be so worried about her, and open up to him, he meant no harm to her. He's the one that could grant her a long lost love and affection that was bygone.

and so she does as her mind tells

It was another feeling that Thor couldn't find it everyday, or he never felt it at all. it was pity, sorrow, empathy, and compassion. Yet all of these are still an understatement, he felt a strong urge to protect her

Her poor self is yearning for his protection, he never felt any need to preserve anyone this much before

Her poor soul was damaged and covered up wrongly without any healing

Her poor, poor life was damned by what? by god? by the people she used to trust in?

Whatever matters is, the prince of the asguard finally set up his own goal.

He swear on his father he'll protect her at all cost,

from the evils and from the danger

from the mortals and from the gods

from everything, and everyone

he mustn't let anything get close to her

Anything.

that dares to wound her and damage her even further

will rot and drown into the afterlife of nothingness

Anything.

that dares to take her away from him, take her away from the safe and sheltered arms of the god of thunder

will endure the agony in niflheim for eternity

and even as much as they beg for forgiveness and mercy, there will be no chance

death wishes are always granted without any cancellations

he and him only will be the one who preserve her and will always be, he'll end anyone who dares to interfere even the slightest

he has lost himself for her, he would do anything for her, to keep her safe and for himself

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Mr. Kite

Remember how I said you already know everything you need to know about Mr. Kite?

Mr. Kite, as a character, embodies a narrative concept that I think a lot of people struggle with these days. There seems to be this idea now that if a question is posed and then left unanswered in a story, it's unfinished or a plot hole. It's not! Not every story is going to spoonfeed and hold your hand all the way to the end. In fact, some stories will leave you hanging, left to determine on your own what happened. People who cannot do this will have a bad time with stories like those. Further still, some stories will purposely leave you wondering with deliberately inconclusive possibilities, such that you'll never have a satisfactory answer even if you have the wherewithal to actually suppose about it on your own.

Like the question of what happened to the kids on the train. There's not a canon answer for that; there will never be a canon answer for that. You can come up with your own answers, but you're never going to have the satisfaction of knowing whether it's correct or not. And real talk? There was never any intent to have a correct answer. The writers themselves almost certainly do not have the answer because they purposely didn't want one.

Do they not make kids read The Lady, or the Tiger? in school no more?

Anyway, the question of Mr. Kite does two very interesting things.

In a world where apparently people are no longer comfortable with being left with an unanswered questions, the game presents you with this one and then makes you play through three acts and three more DLC without ever giving you the conclusion. Kinda mean! Love it!

Though not specific to videogames, but I do think it's the best medium to play with this idea: that you never meet Mr. Kite or ever get very close to learning more about him is playing with the convention of anything you encounter in a world like this being there specifically for you. That is, you are playing the protagonist and so any information presented is for your benefit and any problems that arise are yours to solve.

The second is the more compelling concept because a world where you are merely a cog in the machine rather than the operator is more realistic, but videogames are constructed so it asks a bit of both the designer and the player to engage with that and be satisfied. For the designer, you have to put in things that seem extraneous to the experience and there's limitations and considerations to take into account. Because it's a fine line. We Happy Few does do this in ways far less successful than Mr. Kite. You know, those things I like to call go-nowhere-mysteries. There's a difference between a part of the story you're not permitted to get any closer to and a part of the story that wastes your time trying in spite of that. And for the player, one has to be okay with not being the center of the world's attention at all times. They have to have that understanding that not everything is going to be for you to manipulate or interact with.

Now that I've made you sit through my philosophical rant, here's the one thing I think it's important for people to know about Mr. Kite (but you probably already knew and just never really thought about it (unless you wrote Une Raison d'Être Au Courant in which this is a crucial detail).

Mr. Kite does not help just anyone. He only helps Downers who can still take their Joy.

Part of this is, I think, practical. That we find Prudence in the motilene mines tells us that the way out for him is the same as it is for Arthur who must make the same journey unguided. And to get there, you have to go through the Parade and to get into the Parade, you must be able to take your Joy at least once.

But... there's also a dismissiveness to the Wastrel condition in his instructions. That they're starving and cold is no concern of his, he cares only for his "favourite Rabbit". Still, his Edenham safehouse is guarded and populated by Wastrels who will attack other trepassing Wastrels who enter which means that even if there's no Resistance, he does have accomplices in this. I wrote a chapter detailing why a Wastrel might want to work for Mr. Kite, but less nobler intentions might be that working for a man who has access to "good food" is the better bet than siding with your fellow Wastrels in Barrow Holm.

And then there's that he calls Prudence his "favourite Rabbit". It's a little creepy, yeah? That Prudence does make it all the way to the end suggests to me that this isn't any sort of play on her so much as that Mr. Kite might just be Like That in General but still, if my life were in the hands of some mysterious benefactor, I don't know that I'd like him being that affectionate in his missives.

But I also like the idea that whoever he's moving out of town at the moment is his "favourite Rabbit". Means you don't have the change the codes on the phones every time you get someone new.

You know what rabbits are? Delicate. They break their own necks if you look at them the wrong way. A person who wants to leave town on their own could and does. Arthur, Sally, Ollie, and Victoria all leave on their own. But I think if you need Mr. Kite to guide you through a town you've lived in your whole life, it's because you're too timid to set out on your own.

His note also seems to imply a joviality about the whole thing. Prudence is having a miserable experience making her way through the town, but Mr. Kite's having a grand time orchestrating Downer escapes under the nose of polite society. I suspect his is a life of some privilege if he's having this much fun with it. Would explain his disinterest in the plight of Wastrels, despite his otherwise apparently charitable acts against the status quo.

He's also one of Sally's Blackberry clients meaning he's either someone of enough importance in the town to justify it or, more likely, he's convinced her that supplying him is a good idea. Possibly even both. Prudence was also a client of Sally's so it's possible she's the one who referred her to Mr. Kite.

Overall, I think Mr. Kite is someone who recognizes the problems of Wellington Wells, but is not suffering from them personally. In fact, he's having a lot of fun playing subterfuge with the local government and playing hero to people who would never have been brave enough to leave the town on their own.

[nerdywyrds]

Still thinking about Pluto. I'll put my thoughts under a cut for Pluto fans to avoid.

The thing that gets me is it has a really good story in there, the writing is just incomplete/lazy. Here are a few unanswered questions that bugged me as I watched the show:

What happened to the grandson and his mother? We spend like thirty minutes freaking out that they're going to be killed by the Pluto-tornado, and then as soon as Atom is injured we completely forget the grandson and mother exist and they are literally never mentioned again. Even though they are related to a major character!

What happened to Duncan? We spent an hour going through his life story and watching his character development. He finally found true happiness for the first time in his long life and then his friend and caretaker was murdered in front of him. Does he get a new caretaker? Is it another robot? Is his happiness shattered? Is he able to find peace again? Does he keep North No 2's legs as a memento? Does he get a new piano protege? Does he ever play piano again?

What happened to Wassily? This already deeply traumatized child was juuuust starting to heal and then he was sold by his caretakers to a bad man who kidnapped him to a different country, a different bad man physically threatened and hurt him, a monster threatened him, and then his caretaker was brutally murdered while protecting him. Is he like, going to be okay? Eventually? Is he going to go back to the orphanage he was living in with the caretakers who broke his trust? Will he ever recover mentally and emotionally from what happened to him?

Does the bodyguard who protected Wassily stay with the orphanage or does he move on?

How is Brando's family doing? Are they going to be okay financially? I was also unclear on whether they were robots or human-- I might have missed it if it was said-- so if they are robots, do they get to go through the same thing and become extra special like Helena and experience the human emotions of grief and anger?

How did Brau 1589 get to Turkey? Did Atom unpin him from the wall? How did he get past all those security measures keeping him confined? Did they just let him leave? Did Atom clear it with the guards? If not, how did Brau get past them without killing them? Did he crawl from wherever he was (Japan? Germany?) to Turkey? If he was in Japan, how did he get across the ocean? How did he get into the bunker thing the teddy bear was in? Were there any guards he had to get past?

I don't think the teddy bear was adequately foreshadowed or explained. I know he ended up being The Mastermind, but he felt completely disconnected from literally everything else. For the majority of his scenes my general reaction was just "bwuh??" His death completely neutralizing the existential threat was just too tidy for such a complicated story.

What was up with the child robot that killed Gesicht? I'm assuming he got body jacked by Pluto, but like, when did this happen? Who brought him from Turkey to Germany? Who strapped that gun to his arm? Was it cockroach man? Goji? Why did Gesicht get to be killed by a child while everyone else (of the robots) got to be killed by Pluto himself? Why didn't Gesicht get the horns calling card?

Who was cockroach man? Functionally he was just a goon who showed up when we needed a non-Goji non-Pluto villain, but in-universe, who exactly was he? Why were there a lot of him?

What the hell was up with Bora? I know a big mystery of the show was "what is Bora" but "it's a giant evil robot but don't worry Pluto kills it in ten minutes" it a pretty unsatisfying answer.

I think there is a really good story in Pluto, it's just if you think about any non-Atom story bit for longer than a few minutes, or if you care about any of the side characters, it falls apart. I just find it to be very lazy writing because so many characters exist only to further the plot or give the protagonists something to do.

I really wanted to like the show, I just kept thinking about the dropped storylines and characters and getting irritated at the lack of answers.

[kwockwoc]

Do you think Robert Coste can cook? Does he have a signature dish?

Oh anon I love this question. It inspired me to starting writing a fic, but it's not ready 😅 and I didn't want to leave this unanswered any longer than I already have.

Short answer: No, Robert can't cook. He tries (oh god he tries) but he can't cook.

Thanks anon for the ask!

[phantom-hunter-calcharo]

*Ayesha rises her head, she could ask him the same question, her little companion must have led him here. She has hoped, that she could have been here alone for a little while longer. As she awkwardly catches the tag, her heart begins to ache at his words. Ayesha looks at the tag with a hurt expression, then at him, does he know everything, was he that worried about her? She doesn’t want to keep it, but before she could hand it back to him, he was already urging her to leave this place.

Ayesha hesitates at first, this place isnt’t that dangerous to her, he is the one whose presence disturbs the delicate thread of this domain. But she doesn't find the will to defy him. If it wasn’t for him, she’d genuinely not care if the Nether leaked out, these creatures do not notice her anyways aslong as she doesn't attack them. Ayesha couldn’t even argue, if she wanted, so she nods and follows him quietly, back to the surface. She had a black rhombus mark above the middle of the collarbone. Was that her tecet mark? Oddly simple, as if she is stuck between activating and awakening*

Calcharo watches Ayesha with a mixture of concern and frustration etched into his features. He notices the hurt expression on her face as she looks at the dog tag, and his jaw tightens slightly in response. His instincts tell him there's more to her hesitation than meets the eye, but he doesn't press her for answers. "I owe you an apology for the incident with the tag but we'll talk later about that."

He rises to his feet and scans their surroundings once more, ensuring they are clear of any lingering threats from the Tacet Discords. His phantoms hover protectively around them, a silent barrier against the dangers of the Sonoro Sphere.

Without speaking, Calcharo gestures for Ayesha to follow him as he leads the way back towards the surface. His movements are purposeful and efficient, but there's a tension in his posture that betrays his underlying concern for her safety.

As they walk, Calcharo's mind races with unanswered questions. He wonders why Ayesha was in the Sonoro Sphere alone, what she was doing there, and why she didn't reach out to him for help after the tag was forcibly taken away from her? Did she not trust him even a bit? Was she afraid of him as well? His frustration simmers beneath the surface, evident in the tight grip on his broadblade and the furrowed brow.

Despite his stoic exterior, there's a subtle protectiveness in the way he positions himself slightly ahead of Ayesha while his phantom was hovering behind her at a distance, scanning their path for any potential threats.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Couldn't leave these tags unanswered, so here ya go @squirrelno2

Heads up, this will definitely suck a bit, but then again this is Krell and his machinations we're talking about.

They started off just as any other clone fresh off Kamino. Bright-eyed, with a million and one expectations of the glory of serving the Republic and the Jedi, and just as many aspirations of being remembered as proud and powerful warriors, etc...

That is to say, they were in way over their heads and naive in a way only a Shiny could be, because anywhere was better than the frigid and wet hellhole that was Kamino, and surely all the good they'd heard of the Jedi thus far had to apply to their own General, right? How terribly wrong they were...

Now, I can't be sure of Krell's character prior to the war. We're never given much context of what he did before he was conscripted into fighting but, since he was likely a knight before he became a Jedi Master and doesn't appear to have had a Padawan, it's safe to assume he did (and preferred) a lot of solo missions before becoming a Jedi General. And I doubt he liked his position at all because it both meant he was being forced out of his comfort zone (the style of approach that worked for him) and being forced to look after several beings he didn't regard as particularly sentient (not many sentients understood the fine details of cloning and not all Jedi trusted the clone army)...

From my perspective, it definitely seems to me like Krell never wanted to lead a battalion of what he came to consider expendable subhumans, so he did everything in his power to get rid of these hindrances that kept slowing him down. And yet, no matter how many casualties, no matter how many expenses, he still got saddled with more and more troopers to replenish the numbers he'd lost while adding a bigger workload onto himself.

All of the logistics and strategy meetings, the unending flimsywork, every minute detail he was forced to tend to and iron out when he probably thought that he could do more on his own, without all of the dead-weight that could most definitely not keep up with him... It made him more and more hostile towards his men as time went on. Made them seem like little more than stubborn cockroaches. And then he started making the best of it.

If he himself couldn't get rid of them in battle, then he'd make it so they did it themselves outside of it. And thus started what the Imperial Scientists might consider and interesting "Social Experiment": How miserable did one have to make the lives of an entire clone battalion before they inevitably turned on each other?

Denial of amenities here, a few excessive punishments there, and maybe some coercion to fight amongst themselves on false pretenses of special treatment/favoritism on occasion ... The more troopers ended up dead by their own hands or via sabotaging each other, the less clones Krell had to deal with while on missions. And he got a bit of a kick watching them act like what he considered them to be: Nothing more than mindless killing machines.

To put it simply, Krell REALLY destroyed his battalion's sense of loyalty and camaraderie, and he enjoyed doing it. Might have done the same with the 501st if he'd had them for longer than just Umbara. But, since he was on a self-appointed mission to join Dooku, he opted with toying with them a little while actively sabotaging them.

Hence why Dogma was pitched against his vode so effectively. Krell already had the practice and he was fairly easy game...

The core members of Krell's Battalion (aka the Anti-501st)

They're... Uh... Something alright!

Lets be real, if they survived long enough under Krell's rule to get names and even ARC Troopers, then of course they're not going to be the most social or trusting of vode. If anything, the fact these 8 lads are considered their battalion's veterans is more than an explanation as to why they have such screwed up personalities/character traits.

I'm sure you can figure out who is which 501st lad's anti/mirror version. A detail not mentioned above however is that they all lack paint and are instead marked by battle damage and carbon-scoring. That's not even taking into account the scarring they all have...

Krell really did a number on them.

[silverskye13]

Currently have a bit of Last Life brainrot with the final showdown between Scott and Ren. Mostly with the concept of Ren being in his full werewolf form as he fights Scott. When Ren finally died he had so many arrows in him... Really shows how much strength and skill it takes to take down a full grown werewolf on the night of a full moon, huh? (Possibly a blood moon, if we wanna get dramatic lol) Killing Martyn was a walk in the park compared to taking out Ren... Maybe thats why he left him as the final kill and let Ren take out Pearl. Whether it be fear of what he'd face (given how he literally witnessed Skizz getting ripped to shreds), or waiting and seeing how tired Ren would be after the battles, Scott definitely pulled some moves that ultimately saved him in the end.

🐺

God what good brainrot to have alksdfjaksd. TBH when Ren's final episode came out and I saw how much he tanked I thought the exact same thing.

[Also there's a bit of a fic drabble under the cut because this got me thinking about Scott and Ren's showdown alskdfaskl].

Scott knows a bit about the supernatural. He's been in many SMPs where magic was a big player - though to be honest he would much prefer being in one of them now, instead of this one. At least with a blood moon risen, he might have some magic of his own. That's not how Last Life works, of course. The magic of Last Life - if you can call it that - is only good for one thing: making what you are, who you are, monstrous. And Scott? Scott is, for the most part, human. He's cunning. He's skilled. He's a quick thinker. But Scott is human. His cunning is a little more deadly, his thoughts a little more cruel, but the blood moon on the final night of Last Life doesn't make him monstrous. Him and Martyn have something in common that way. Martyn. And perhaps that's why he's so easy to dispatch in the end. Martyn is like him - he's scared, he's only as deadly as his next knee-jerk reaction. The arrow that kills him is almost an accident, fired half-drawn, half-between the observation that Martyn has placed an end crystal and that Scott himself is just out of range.

Pearl, Scott was scared of Pearl, a little. She favored him - he'd made sure of that. He'd kept his alliances as long as he could, even while the blood moon was rising. Even while Pearl seemed to reflect it more and more. Eyes red, demeaner charged. Fearless. When she'd taken Martyn's yellow life she'd done it laughing, and mocking. It was terrifying. Scott wasn't quite sure what Pearl was, outside of not human. He was lucky then, that Ren attacked her first. Lucky, but he wished she'd won.

Ren also wasn't human. Scott had caught a glimpse of it when he and Cleo had gone to rescue Ren from Skizz and Impulse. He'd caught a glimpse of sharp teeth, crushing jaws, a looming shadow - though he had noticed long before then that sometimes Ren's eyes caught in the light, reflecting in the way a human's eyes did not. He'd caught a glimpse when Ren had torn Skizz apart, and then he'd been normal so quickly. He had a disarming smile, a nervous disposition, but when he walked his footprints were a little deeper than you'd expect from someone of his size. It seemed to Scott as the world of Last Life ran it's course, that Ren seemed like there was always something underneath his skin waiting to burst and break free.

When they had gone to stand on the four corners of the map for the final battle, when the sun was high and bright, and Joel and Grian's blood was still drying in the grass, Ren had been human. Well - he had looked human. What sank fangs deep into Pearl's throat, what sent her wolves wailing and whining and cowering in it's wake, what rose with the blood moon, that wasn't human.

The habit of the magic of Last Life was to make things monstrous, to inspire fear. And yet, Scott got the distinct impression that Ren was always a monster. When those eyes, red in reflected moonlight turned to Scott, when that body bristled and the mouth snarled, it did so with all the power and ferocity of something quite at home in its body. Not with the nervous awkwardness of a person given great power they weren't used to. It struck Scott now as he stood, bow half-drawn, that maybe Ren's nervous disposition was because he felt foreign in his human skin, and maybe this better reflected what he was used to being. In the cut-time of adrenaline, that made the most sense to him.

Scott knows a bit about the supernatural. But he would be the first to admit he'd never really had to deal with a werewolf before. He could count it as bad luck that his first dealing with one was in Last Life.

Scott fired his bow and ran off into the woods.

Humans and wolves had a complicated history. They domesticated each other. They made war with each other. In a world where humans tamed the wilderness through endurance, by pursuing a dying animal slowly until it fell, wolves were the only creature in the world that managed to keep up. It made sense then, that humans and werewolves were equally oddwise and complicated. Werewolves were a curse and a boon. They were at times bloodthirsty, a curse that carved itself through villages and townships, at others sagely advice-givers, masters of the woods, a helping hand. Scott had fooled himself into thinking Ren was the latter, leaning on his ferocity only when he had to. He was friendly, accommodating, a weredog maybe, if he was were-anything and not just a friendly guy with an enjoyment of dramatic roleplay. The Ren chasing him through the woods now certainly a wolf, the ravenous kind, the fairytale I-ate-the-entire-village-and-still-had-time-to-slaughter-the-sheep-for-fun kind. But Ren was wounded, and Scott was not, and he needed to keep it that way. He'd taken several shots at Ren over the course of the fight, though Ren had always gotten away. Pearl wasn't human, she was a fierce nightmarish creature, and she had done a number on him as well, before she'd died. Martyn had tried to as well, but Ren was too quick for him, his reflexes too sharp when he was cloaked in fur. Too fast. Too fast.

Ren pounced on him through the trees - when had he gotten in front of him? - and it was only quick reflexes that had Scott pulling his bow back and firing an arrow between the two of them. It sunk up to the fletching in Ren's shoulder, and the monster didn't slow. But he did stumble, and Scott fired three more shots in the time it took Ren to scrabble his claws in the grass and lunge again for him. All three arrows hit, and Ren kept moving.

When Martyn had died, he had dropped a weakness potion and half a stack of arrows. Scott shoved his hand in his pack and reached for both in the same motion he dove around a tree away from Ren's claws. Werewolves were faster that humans. Werewolves were stronger. If the number of wounds matting Ren's fur with blood was any indication, werewolves just had more vitality in general. This was maybe a fight he shouldn't have saved for last. He maybe shouldn't have dragged his feet so much when he went to Pearl's aid. Taken a few seconds to aim better instead of hitting all the wrong wolves. At least against Pearl, Scott would have been fighting a familiar face.

Ren's teeth leaped out for Scott from the darkness, and Scott smashed the weakness potion in his face. Ren howled, scrubbed the broken glass away with the back of a massive clawed hand and turned to Scott snarling; only mildly inconvenienced by the same black ichor that Scott had seen bring warriors to their knees. Scott let out a withering sigh and pulled back his bow, knees bent, ready to run away again, "Just die, Ren."

The werewolf flashed him something that was probably a grin, though it was mostly just teeth. It occurred to Scott that maybe Ren was fully aware of how scary he looked, and took some amusement in how disheveled Scott was in comparison.

Last Life was a game for monsters, but Scott was human. He had at his disposal only the things that had kept humans alive for so long as they had been - he made friends, he was cunning, and he endured. As he loosed his next arrow, as Ren lunged for him again, he decided he would endure this too. It was the only thing being human was good for.

[itgirlification]

supermodel (3) | jjk

when you asked jungkook to come over, you didn’t expect it to end this way.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, spitting, face slapping, spanking, etc.

now playing: stuck on you by giveon

part one part two

“I just didn't feel like you were ready for a relationship. You still aren’t.”, He said. “Not ‘cause you’re a bad girlfriend, it's because you’re so bad to yourself.”

After the party, you decided to message Jungkook and ask him to come over to talk things through, since there was too much between you unanswered. Now that’s exactly what you’d been doing for the past 15 minutes.

You admired his honesty even though it hurt you.

You were about to open your mouth, but Jungkook made a hand motion to let you know he wasn’t finished talking.

“Do you know how I felt when you always looked down on yourself, always picking fights because you’re too damn insecure to realize that I was only looking at you?”

You looked at him, wondering if he was expecting you to answer so you just shook your head no. You didn’t know how he felt.

Throughout the entire timeline of your relationship, he hadn’t even tried to tell you he was feeling like this once.

Jungkook sighed, clearly not trying to hurt you with what was going to come. “It just made you hard to love. I didn't feel fully loved in our relationship, because if you had so many issues loving yourself, how were you supposed to love me?”

Realizing you’ve never thought about it in that way, you made an astounding facial expression, before finally talking. “But we aren't the same, Jungkook. You’re so easy to love. But I’m not. I’m flawed and I don't think I deserve to have you in any way. Please don’t think I never loved you. It hurts me.”

He jabbed his cheek with his tongue and gazed at you in disbelief. “You missed my point. I’m telling you, you shouldn't be looking for a relationship if you can’t love yourself first.”

Now you were getting a little irritated at him. “Well, that’s easier said than done. You don’t understand what it feels like having people constantly body shame you and having a conventionally attractive partner and people telling you you’re too ugly for them, you don’t deserve them. You don’t get it, because you are the attractive one in the relationship.”

With his clenched jaw and the tightened expression on his face, you knew Jungkook wasn’t having it. “Oh, you know that’s a typical move for you, yn. You love victimizing yourself and being blind to your own faults, acting like everybody else around is doing everything wrong when you don’t even let them express their honest feelings to you. You’re unbearable to talk to, you know that?”

“Of course, I am. Because I’m confessing my fears and my vulnerability to you it’s hard talking to me, right? Like I didn’t spend a total of like what, a year? listening to your sob stories about your childhood trauma and your daddy issues and your drug problems and I didn’t even say a thing about it. I never complained.”, you hollered at him, unfortunately, your anger was getting the best of you.

You were aware of the fact that you shouldn’t have mentioned your ex-boyfriend’s childhood, let alone his unhealthy relationship with drugs. You knew it was his weak spot, but you did it out of anger, you couldn’t control it.

You remembered the first time Jungkook teared up in front of you while talking about how his father mistreated and abuse him and his mum and how he started abusing drugs at the age of 16.

“Jungkook..”, you moved closer to him after noticing his silence, trying to put a hand over his shoulder. He rejected you by shaking your hand off.

“Nah, don’t ‘Jungkook’ me, you know what you did, don’t try blaming it on the fact that you’re mad at me right now.”, He hissed with flaring nostrils. “That’s what you’ve been wanting to tell me ever since I opened up to you, don’t lie.”

You felt deeply ashamed of the fact that you were getting aroused at the side of this messed-up Jungkook who was standing right in front of you.

Despite your arousal, your ex-boyfriend’s statement had hurt your feelings. You didn't want him thinking that of you, you wanted him to know you supported him and wanted to be his shoulder to cry on. For him to know he could always call you.

“Jungkook, that's not true at all”, your voice softened and you sat yourself on one of his thick thighs, gently taking his face into your hands. “You know I love you and I’m just frustrated, that’s the only reason why I said that. You can talk to me about anything.”

You started to lightly grind against his thigh, contemplating whether you wanted him to notice or you didn’t.

Jungkook started chuckling as he felt your pulse on his thigh. “You know sex isn't gonna solve all of our problems, right?”

His demeanor always changed when he'd notice you were needy. One thing about your relationship you never complained about was your sex life.

“I know, but it would solve a lot of them right now”, you breathed out, grabbing a handful of his dick, making him hiss.

“I don't think you deserve dick after what you said.”, Jungkook looked at you with a serious gaze. “Stand up.”

You were confused at his sudden demand but obeyed regardless.

“Now lay on my lap, facing down.”, He demanded again and you did as he said.

Not knowing what was going to happen, you were just all up in his lap, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Your hair was wild as it went in all directions, while you were bent over.

Before you knew it, a firm hand was applied to your backside, giving it an unexpected slap. “I think you've been getting a little brave these days, hm?”

“Wha.. what do you mean?”, you sounded like you were gasping for air.

“Already outta breath when I barely touched you, huh?”, he chuckled at your desperate state before dragging his big hand along your ass cheek, teasing you before applying pressure and spanking it, causing it to jiggle. You loudly groaned at that.

“Shush, you’re lucky I’m only using my hand and not this belt.”, Jungkook said with a daring stare.

Your face felt flush and the burn you felt on your ass started getting pleasurable. You wondered what you looked like to Jungkook, bent over his knees like that. His spanks were getting heavier with every passing one.

“Jungkook, it hurts so bad”, you whined to him, your face burning.

He inhaled sharply and you assumed he was mad at you. “Didn't I tell you to shut up? Look at me.”

You turned your head to him, sitting on one of his thighs, which caused your ass to burn even more. Jungkook then cupped your cheeks rather harshly, collected enough saliva in his mouth, and spat on your face.

You bit back a moan, slightly startled. Jungkook always wanted sex to be as messy as possible.

He finally took off his shirt, revealing the tattoos that you loved so much. You started touching them, but Jungkook slapped your hand away and smacked you across your face.

You felt overheated by the intensity, also releasing yourself from your shirt, your black lace bra, and your tits spilling out of it. Jungkook thought it was a beautiful sight.

“I hate you”, you whispered stilly, feeling hazy.

Jungkook chuckled darkly. “Sweetheart, you might wanna speak up. Say that again for me.”

“I hate you for always making me feel like shit.”, you said dizzily as you adjusted yourself on his lap. He held your body effortlessly like you were a feather’s weight.

You started making out sloppily, not without him letting out small moans into your mouth that directly sent waves of arousal through your body.

“I hate you for always starting arguments and playing the victim.”, He breathed out between kisses, hands resting on your ass.

“I hate you for replacing me with that model when you know damn well where you belong.”

The make-out session became more intense with every second.

“I fucking hate you for thinking everything I do is to hurt you.”, he growled against your mouth, making a moan leave your mouth.

“Well, I fucking hate you f-“, you were about to come back at him, but he breathlessly interrupted.

“Shut up”, he groaned into your ear before shoving a hand between your legs and rubbing you.

The frustration in your body built up. “Jungkook, I need you..”

“Where do you need me?”, teasingly, he took his hands away from your pussy. “C’mon, use your big girl words.”

“Inside...”, you felt too dazed to complete a sentence. Jungkook’s hard dick under you was just adding to your frustration.

Before you knew it, he pushed your back onto the bed and ran his hands through his longer black hair before undoing the buttons on his black jeans and taking them off along with the shorts, and leaning forward to kiss you, his strong arms flexing as he did.

He lifted you up and you hook your legs around his small waist, still kissing him. He ran his tongue over your lips after biting them.

After gently throwing you onto the bed, Jungkook laid back and sat you down on his stomach.

You moved southwards and sank down onto his dick, moving back and forth, Jungkook watching his dick disappear into your body. To enhance things, he pulled your hips down a little harder.

Your heavy breathing and the occasional moans that left both of your mouths spread throughout the whole dorm. The pleasure was so intense, you couldn’t talk anymore. You were digging your long nails into his broad shoulders and his back. You were sure it left marks, but you couldn’t care to think about it.

Jungkook leaned in for another kiss, brushing your lips together and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “Fuuck, I missed this.”

You kept on going back and forth and bouncing up and down on his dick. The two of you were out of breath.

His dick was buried deep inside of you as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, your hips met and you dug your nails in his back, losing your rhythm as both of your climaxes approached.

Hips stuttering as he fucked into you while your vision faded into black, time slowed just like his thrusts.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.”, Jungkook warned beforehand in a grunt.

You nodded, indicating you’re cumming too. “Cum inside.”

He initiated eye contact with you to make sure you weren’t just saying that. You nodded.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his warm liquid enter your body and fire pooling low in your abdomen from your own orgasm.

Positioning yourself on the bed, you stayed there with Jungkook in pleasant silence for a bit.

After a minute or two, the both of you had the energy to stand up again. You freshened up, then made your way to your bed, not before changing the sheets, of course.

Jungkook was in the bathroom for a few minutes, later then got out only wearing his shorts, leaving the rest of his clothes on your pile of dirty clothes you were gonna wash the next day.

“Goodnight.”, Jungkook pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, before jumping into the bed with you, covering his body with the blanket and scooping closer to you.

“You aren’t leaving?”, you tiredly croaked at him with big eyes to which he shook his head no and snuggled closer to you.

Your heart fluttered more with every second that passed. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

You knew that once you’d wake up and once she’d see you with Jungkook, a loud, disappointed Jane will be heard through the whole apartment complex. But you were too tired to care.

And lastly, when you fall onto the bed and peacefully fall asleep in his strong arms, you weren’t bothered by what's to come.

And so, the cycle continues.

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Thank you everybody for your support. I’m sorry it took such a long time but i got school and stuff. I thought it’d give jungkook at least one redeeming quality so this part wasn’t so depressing. Hope yall like it🖤🖤

[xtinyslip]

cecilia didn't want this to become what it was steadily turning into. she really didn't. it was why a lot of what was being said, was left unanswered but there were CERTAIN elements of this that she wasn't going to be silent for. "maybe my move was reckless but if it works? it's going to be a move that he doesn't see coming. his attention will no longer be solely focused on will. we can get him out and make out that it was our plan all along for him to find out his way." she wasn't ashamed of the plan she'd created. she was perhaps bothered that he had to find out this way but he needed to remember who he was talking too. she wasn't a fucking idiot. "maybe me becoming that person again is how we survive this." did she mean every part of who she used to be? no. of course, not but again... they weren't going to survive this by being good people. at least, not good to other people. she hoped they were going to be good to each other but she seemed to have already fucked that up. "hiding like a coward, waiting for him to discover the truth on his own isn't going to go unpunished by him either. there's no fucking winning with the man, you know that." he knew that better than anyone because he'd been there more than anyone else ever had been."i wouldn't blink at using a kid if i thought it was going to have the affect that we need it too. he would watch him die screaming before he gave up what HE wanted." and what would that get them? a dead kid to clean up and dispose of. no, that was hardly ideal. besides, said dead kid was actual family. "because i see who i am clearly now…" that's how she could say that to him. SHE STILL DIDN'T THINK IT MADE SENSE FOR SOMEONE AS GOOD AND WONDERFUL AS HIM, TO LOVE SOMEONE AS FUCKING HORRIBLE AS HER. that was how she could say that. "i think of you what i always have, p. i may not have said it enough in the past, may not have shown it but you are the BEST thing that has ever happened to me." he was. hands down, he was and they were fighting… all this shouting and she didn't really know what the fuck this was even doing. when he said he didn't know her anymore, it was her turn to very quickly turn away. simply so he didn't see what that had done…. what him thinking that could do to her because it fucking hurt. parker had always known her, he knew her when she didn't even know her. when he asked if that was what she wanted from him, whether it was SPACE she needed. he may not have seen it but she was immediately shaking her head at that. "i don't care if you don't like me right now, i don't care if you want to stand here and fucking shout and cry all night but leave? you try to walk out that fucking door when we're like this? AND WE'LL HAVE A REAL FUCKING PROBLEM!" why couldn't she just ask him to stay like a normal person? because she wasn't a normal person and because she was damn hurt, and she was damn angry that he couldn't UNDERSTAND this. "i'm a difficult, terrible, selfish bitch that most people who find impossible to love and fuck them. that's on them but i've really been trying to own up to my shit, p so please, hm? believe me when i say that starting this plan alone was less about you and more about me. i was literally going to bring it to you as soon as i got the all clear from paul that cory was going to do it. i wanted to contribute again, bring you something GOOD to the table with all this. you have done so much, i wanted to show you and fuck it ; MYSELF that i was still just as capable... if not more than i used to be." and that was the hand on heart truth. she didn't know she was still crying until she sniffled, realising just how puffy her eyes must be. "don't turn around now, i must look dreadful." a soft tease, not that it was much of one, using her fingers to rub any tears that were still adamant on falling. @fcdcdmcmories

"YES, I'M WELL AWARE OF THAT," his tone showed that he didn't like what that reminded him of, but.. that wasn't the point here, was it? goddamn it, it wasn't and the only thing that he wanted was for her to be alright. was that so difficult for her to ACTUALLY see? WAS IT? "but when that child comes along with his guards and when he brings your father here - what then? what if you're alone here? WHAT THEN? WHAT IF--" he couldn't stand the thought of it. perhaps it came from the fact that he had been too late too many times by now and that he hadn't been able to keep her safe and someone else had needed to come in and do it, but .. HE COULDN'T LET SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPEN AGAIN. could he? no. he loved her far too much for it and if anything? his frustration came from the CONCERN. "and so what? you start acting recklessly? you go with the first plan that comes to mind? i'm telling you right now. you can't trust cory. no more than you can trust that boy. push comes to shove, THEY WILL CHOOSE YOUR FATHER. and then.. well.." smiling sadly, because he had not realised that his eyes were full of tears at the thought of that much. he couldn't. thinking of it happening again? "then, i guess we will all die, because i can't go through losing you again. through thinking you were dead. it nearly killed me last time. i.." shaking his head, as he looked away from her again. he didn't want to cry - not here anyways - but it seemed as if it was going to happen anyways. how did she not see that they could only trust each other right now? "i don't know what i believe anymore. i thought i could trust you. i thought we were done with this. with the secrets and the lies and the keeping me in the dark. partners, remember? that's what i thought we were, but.. right now, i'm looking at you and i'm not seeing who i thought you were now. i'm seeing who i know you were in the past." and he had never wanted that. in fact, he didn't want to listen to the voice in the back of his mind that was telling him that she had never really changed and he had just fooled himself into thinking so. that the secrets and the lies were always there. "oh, i know! you say you trust me. you say there will be no more secrets between us and then, i find out you're going behind my back with a plan that is foolish and that is just going to make it worse. you're provoking him. you're mocking him. tell me -- in your experience, is that something your father usually lets go of? that he ignores? that he lets go by unpunished?" what was she thinking? that pederson would just turn the other cheek? that he wouldn't care? "then, we should let him! while he boasts and gloats and thinks he won -- we could be doing something! take him by surprise! get that kid and use him and make it so he has no choice but to let will go if he wants him back. we could have bought his freedom and YOURS, if you hadn't fucking messed up like this!" shaking his head and looking away for a second, because he couldn't do this. not right now - not when he still didn't know what else she was keeping from him. he froze, staring ar her in disbelief. "you have to be joking. to say that to me? i love you! i'd die for you! i have, in case you've forgotten! how can you think that i'd ever just.. give up and walk away? is that what you think of me?" disbelief and anger but a whole lot of sadness as he stared at her, taking a few steps back and shaking his head. it felt as if she had just ripped his heart out of his chest with what. "i thought i was here because that's what we did. what we promised we'd do. always stand by each other, no matter what. now? i don't know anymore. i don't know-- " you? he didn't mean it, not really, but the hurt in his eyes was real and so were the tears. especially as she snatched the bottle away. "is that what you want, from me, then? some time apart? while i drag that little fucker here by his ear so you can get him to do what you want and you.." tears falling down his cheeks, he turned away from her, before shaking his head. so she could not see him cry? hurt?

@xtinyslip

[mainveyn]

《 nebulous love 》suna rintarou x reader

wc : 1.6k

genre : absolute angst 💔

a/n : theres a lil scenario where u have to hide in the locker ik its abit weird but just assume that the locker is big enough for u to hide in there lolol   

series : silent love ▪︎ unspoken love ▪︎ nebulous love ▪︎ ardent love

you wanted to walk up to him, hold his hand and congratulate him in person. you swear you really do. but you couldn't, not when a swamp of girls are surrounding him. he has a huge smile on him, unlike his usual deadpan expression. after all, this is a crucial match for his team and their victory is a big step for their upcoming spring high tournament. even he can break a smile that bright because of that. you told yourself it wasn't because of that girl who passed him a water bottle and snuggled at his arm like it's her spot to take. 

"wait," you mumbled out unconsciously, because you found yourself ridiculous at being upset. who am i to be upset by that, you thought as you fiddled at the hem of your jacket with your eyes casted at the floor beneath. you decided you probably won't get to talk to him now. not after seeing him playfully pinched her cheek with so much affection. you walked out of the gym without a second thought, ignoring the fact that you met his eyes briefly and he tried to wave at you. you turn away like you didn't see him and suna didn't like that.

strolling through the hallways, you wondered if it's even necessary for you to be there when he has her. she looks a little too young for his taste, probably still a middle schooler but it's really none of your concern. all you know is the moment she is here, the world you shared with suna has broken apart. you expected that and you swear you tried your best to move on. you didn't think it was his fault that you caught feelings for him from the start, which is why you can never push him away. staying by his side while the pain eats you away becomes a routine now.

a soft tune rings through your pocket, a special ringtone you set for him. you received a text from suna about him telling you to wait at his clubroom, much to your confusion. even so, your feets take you to where he wants you to be without hesitation. 

no one seems to be there as you step foot into the clubroom, noting how clean and tidy the place is right now. you assume everyone has left as you find yourself sitting on the bench in the clubroom, texting him back that you're already here. your reflection on the little mirror at the corner almost made you laugh at your pathetic self. just how easy it is for you to crawl back to him, your heart winces at your own bitter remarks and feel your breath stuck at your throat.

all thoughts are wiped out as you heard the door open, his eyes slightly brightened up at the sight of you. you mentally scold yourself for reading too much into it, but what he did next only throws you into another labyrinth of confusion. "so, what do you want me to come here for?" you enquired but he wordlessly linked his arms around you in a tight embrace. you feel his hot breath inches away from your cheeks before he snuggles into your hair to bask in your scents.

he pulled away a few seconds later as he cocked his eyebrows at you. "you didn't like the crowd so i thought it's better to talk here," his warm smile made all your words tied in your throat as you found yourself shaking under the pressure of your heartache. he only thinks of you as a friend, nothing more than what you felt for him. and yet his affections made you fall deeper into despair.

feets glued on the same spot, you couldn’t move a muscle and watch his smile slowly turn into a playful smirk. he mistaken your silence as being embarrassed and comments on how cute you are. he continued to tell you how happy he is for today’s matches, describing his blocks today are a total shutdown against their opponent with a slightly excited tone. his unusual enthusiasm instantly brought a smile upon you, genuinely felt happy for him as you resonated with him as a volleyball player as well.

but the rest of the conversation are drowned out of your mind as every second passes only makes it harder for your heart to continue beating. you instinctively have your right hand clutch onto your other arm out of anxiousness and he immediately spotted it. after all, he had spent so much time with you to know you like the palm of his hand. emerald eyes briefly scanned your feature until he completely stopped talking. he cupped his warm hands on your cheeks, inching closer to you as your back fully leaned against the lockers behind you now.

“you okay?” suna whispered in that tone again, a voice filled with so much love that you thought only you’re special enough to hear it. you shake your head with tears threatening to fall, attempting to shake his hands off of you too. as you tried to come up with an excuse for you to leave, he held your face on his palms again with a stern expression. 

“y/n, you know you can always talk to me.” no, you didn’t want to deal with him now. not when you are not given enough time to prepare yourself and put up another fake smile to reassure him. he already has someone he loves. this isn't right. you knew that so you need to calm yourself down before reassuring him ―mostly yourself that you’re fine and content at just being his friend.

but no gods are here to hear your prayers today, you’re not given any chance to relieve the pain growing in your chest. not even a second after he released his hold on you, suna pulled you back abruptly by the back of your neck and pressed his lips against yours. your eyes widened and balled your fist on his jersey at the sudden contact. a mixture of hurt and joy flowing through you, but you wished all of these were just a dream. 

his fingertips brushed past your face as he gently tilted your head to the other side to mold his lips with yours better. you should stop him but the way he touches and holds you is the only thing you want to savour right now. you don’t even want to think why is he doing this to you. everything feels perfect now, except for the growing ache in your heart because you knew this isn’t right. as selfish as it sounds, you want him to be yours and yours only. because he already owns your heart, without asking. it isn’t fair at all. 

he released his grip on you but still lingered on your shoulder, waiting for your reaction. you tried to avoid his eyes, hair covering the side of your face as you moved further away from him. you heard him calling for you but what’s more terrifying right now is the loud bickering of the miya twins and their rushed footsteps echoed through the hallways.

you quickly shoot him a panicked look, and he only returns the same expression. just as atsumu violently twisted the door open, suna hastily opened up his locker and ushered you to hide in there. neither of you are in the right mind nor given sufficient time to think it through, so you comply without questioning. you scrambled into that dark little space, putting yourself into another void of misery. 

“yer so annoyinー oi sunarin! why are yer still here?” atsumu rounded the corner, surprised that the brunette hadn't left the school like he usually would. suna shot him an annoyed look before telling the twins to leave him alone, pretending he was just chilling and scrolling through his phone all this while. osamu interjected, reminding him to get changed before kita found out and lectured him about it.

suna tried to act as normal as he could while keeping an eye on his locker, not wanting to drag this any longer. he didn’t show it but he want nothing more than to beat himself up now, grimaced at himself internally for making you suffer.

but you wouldn’t have known, not when you shrinked into the corner as you clung onto your knees like your life depended on it. tears pricking at the corner, you refused to let them fall as you hid your face on top of your knees. what am i even doing here? why do i even have to hide? those unanswered thoughts occupied your mind that you didn’t even notice the twins had left and suna had opened his lockers. the lights from outside slowly seeped through, exposing your vulnerable self right in front of him.

“y/n?” he finds his voice come out strained as he catches sight of your shoulder trembling. he tries to move closer to you but all it takes is a suppressed sob slipped out of you for him to back off.

not bothering to wipe off your uncontrollable tears, you attempt to stand up at your own effort. suna offers his hand only for you to reject it silently. his hand remained there, hoping that you'll take it like how you usually would as he watched you struggling to get on your feets.

“y/n,” he called out again, he will try as many times as it takes. as long as you’d just spare him a glance, he swore he won’t make you cry ever again. for the first time, he hates how he got too comfortable in his usual wordless interactions with you. because he has so much to tell you and you wouldn’t have known.

probably never as you began to run out of the clubroom, walking out of his life as well.

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[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Building bridges- part IV

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse was panicking, his heart beating in his chest as his legs moved him one part of his secret room to the other.

The reason for his panick? You.

He wanted to speak with you more, he enjoyed the slightly pessimistic but still loveable personality you have, the voice changer being something he was curious about.

Why did you wear it? Do you really hate your voice? Or did something happened and now you are ashamed of it or were you more concerned about keeping the anonymity of your presence? The possibilities were endless and so the kind of message he wants to send you.

Should he say just hi? Should he introduce himself in a longer paragraph? Should he just...send you a meme? His mind inclined towards that more: I mean if she doesn't like memes, she isn't the one.

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You woke up with a startle when your phone decided to go off. You swore beneath your breath, your joints popping as you reach for your phone placed on the desk in front of you. Didi wasn't with you and right now you were too tired to care for it.

You moved your hair out of your face hissing when part of it tugged on your piercings. Your eyes leaking from the pain.

-Pentru numele Lui Dumnezeu.("For the love of God.")

You puffed your cheeks and closed your eyes when your head made the unfortunate contact with your bed frame, it seemed today was not your day.

You were send this:

"What the fuck?"

You giggled as you tried to come up with a response on your own.

You hoped this was the real Corpse not some fan account who tried to masquerade as him, last thing you need was some stranger to invade your private accounts.

You didn't made an account just for ghost since you didn't want to start a channel anyway. You have a lot on your plate between organising the festival and your numerous assignments, you didn't have the mental capacity and energy to entertain a mass of people even thought the idea interested you.

But leaving Corpse unanswered was a crime so you started to dig up through memes that will be matching his response.

Corpse in the meantime was freaking out, cursing at himself for thinking you wanted to chat with him. You already were a reserved person how dare he disturb your peace, how dare he comes in your DMs to only message you a lame ass-

Oh, you send him something back.

'You liked avocados, right? :))'

His heart melted for a bit but wait...he never said anything about avocados in that stream, he barely talked actually preferring to hear you tease and blame others. Does that...DOES THAT MEAN YOU WATCH HIS VIDEOS?

His hands shook in excitement, the smile in his face growing that means you probably liked him enough to continue to chat with him and he couldn't be more eager to.

'Yeah. I like pineapples too.'

'Pineapples? Even on pizza?'

'Especially on pizza!'

":)))). Okay, pineapple boy. I mean I don't personally like pineapples, I think I might be allergic to them actually but still...my mom likes pineapple on pizza tho."

'Sorry to hear that ,what fruits do you like ?'

Really, ' what fruits do you like'? Oh my fucking God , I swear to-

He facepalmed himself before paying attention to your conversation once again.

'Well,um I like peaches,bananas and mango and green grapes. Man, now I crave a bowl of peaches.'

'Mother I crave PeAcHeS.'

'Lol, yeah. Violence too.'

'Oh?'

'My neighbours been having a fucking sex orgy from how loud they were. Motherfuckers planning a milk farm.'

'Oh my god-ahahaha'

You sighed as you imagine him laughing, your knees melting everytime you heard him chuckle incoherently when he fails to swipe the card. Someone so precious,damn you need to be illegal.

'Up to play today?' He asked you.

You bit your thumb's nail,did you? I mean sure but your nerves were already extended to the max. Yesterday you went through an anxiety attack, but...

"Fuck it."

'Sure, I will love to.'

':) I'll send you the invitation soon.'

You sighed loudly as you held the phone as if it was the anchor that kept you from floating away. Smiling like an idiot.

Definitely, no one is allowed to make me feel this way.

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You remained silent as you held in the pain from hitting your right knee on the chair's holders.

"Hello! Ghost?"

It was Corpse and he sounded excited,was it because of you? Nah, he is just in a better mood.

You couldn't except the idea of someone loving you truthfully as more than a friend, you couldn't let yourself believe you are worthy of such love ,not from an angel like him.

"Y-Yeah, hold on. Auch, fir-ai tu de scaun!" You cursed forgetting that your mic was on and that Corpse couldn't understand you.

"Ah, what?"

Aw,shit. Here we go again...

"H-Hi ah I mean ,hello. Yeah, hello...Corpse."

"Hello to you too goofball. What was that you said?"

"Umm..."

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"So you were basically cursing out a chair?"

"He hit me first."

"Honey, baby, a chair cannot hit you. It's just an object, a piece of furniture. "

"Easy for you to say, your chair didn't send you flying on numerous times."

You both laughed at the stupidity of the situation, you certainly didn't think that Corpse will be the one who will finally notice your ongoing drama with the chair.

"I am just saying , if I am found murdered, you know who to blame."

He rolled his eyes at you. Such a drama queen.

"Why did I thought you were American tho? Rae never mention anything about this and you even have an accent. "

"Is it Russian?"

"No, but it's there."

"Some people thought I have a lisp. I mean they are not wrong ,I have a gap in my teeth but still..."

"Probably, anyway ready to hang out with the rest?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Hey,hey. Calm down, I am nervous just like you."

"Even when you know them?"

You hated how vulnerable you sounded but he loved it every second because it meant you trust him to show your nervousness with him. To show a version some bitches may find pathetic, but not him. Never him.

"Well, it's not exactly easy to play when a beautiful woman is by your side."

Ah! You sneaky little-

"Well, that goes both ways you know? Now lead the way, gorgeous. I want to see just how flustered I can make you."

The Adam's apple in his neck trembled as he swallowed his shock, the voice changer did nothing to hide the flirtation and mischief in your tone. It only accentuated them.

"Y-Yes ,ma'am. "

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"BOOYAH! That's how you do it! Man ,Corpse I wish I could high five you."

You jumped back into your chair, basking in his sounds of happiness and the sounds of disappointment of the others.

"Oh,man!"

"Sucks to suck, Sykkuno."

Another wave of 'huh' send you laughing head back.

"Aw,man. Not you too, Corpse."

"YOU CORRUPTED HIM!" Pooki accused you.

"No comment. Anyway ,guys, I seriously need to sleep tomorrow I have a huge lesson to attend to."

"That's sucks."

"Tell me about it." You giggled, your hands clasped into each other." Goodnight, guys."

"But it's--"

Oops , sorry Grease.

You stretched, your legs and lower back hurting from sitting in the same crossed position for 2 and a half hours.

A bing brought you from the realm of thoughts. It was from Corpse.

'I hope you had fun playing with us. :)'

'I did! Thanks for inviting me.'

'Of course! Hey, umm... can I ask you something?'

You titled your head, what could he want at 3 in the morning?

'Can we talk more tomorrow?'

Oh.

'Of course. Got me worried there for a second, I thought I did something wrong. '

'What no! You are fine.'

'Okay :)). Night.💗'

He sent you a voice message.

"Good night, baby."

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Hey guys!💖

Hope you liked the fourth part of the serie. If you have any questions, ask away. Memes are obviously not mine, I don't have the talent.

Btw. What's your zodiac sign? Answer if you'll like.

Stay safe!💗

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[hazbbyhaz]

sleepless || harry styles

fourteen

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: a last minute trip

disclaimer: cameras, small talk of family

Sometimes, I think you get the worst of me

“Can I take a photo of you?”

Avery turns her head to look at Harry. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the green sofa with Oliver in his lap. His camera clutched in his hands.

“I always look so sick in photos.” Her head falls back on the cushion as she closes her eyes, momentarily resting them. She thinks back to the dream she had a couple of nights ago, the scenes playing in her head like her own personal movie. The scenes playing before her closed eyes were better ones, happier things were happening. She was glad that she got a small break from what they usually entailed.

Soon, the sound of a camera shutter breaks her peaceful daze. The streetlamps illuminated the ceiling, giving it a soft, yellow glow. Avery wasn’t sure that she had ever really looked at the pattern on her ceiling until now, though countless nights were spent exactly like this. “We should go to the beach.”

The ceiling is divided into squares with thick edges, and with the glow from the streetlamps, it almost looked like a cloudy night sky. “We can’t just go to the beach.”

“Why not?” Harry questions, the shutter click echoing through the apartment again. “Me and my mom used to drive down to East Sussex.” Third click. “Camber Sands is down there. If we left now, we would be there by the time the sun rises.”

“I'm tired Harry, and that's got to be at least a two and a half-hour drive.”

“Everything is different by the sea, Ave. Have you ever been?”

“No…”

“Then it's settled. Let’s go.” The fourth time the camera goes off makes her turn around, but Harry is already quick on his feet, scaring Oliver in the process. He makes a quick escape through the open balcony window.

“I don't know…”

“I'll buy you ice cream. Three scoops.”

“Four.”

“Deal.” He puts on his boots and retrieves his keys from the counter while Avery watches him from her spot on the sofa.

“Are you serious?” She giggles as Harry puts his camera around his neck, waiting for her to follow him.

“Life is to be lived, Ave.”

‘So she grabs another hoodie, a blanket, and a bottle of water before making her way towards him. As they descended down the stairs, for the first time she could see the different colors around her. She had always been able to see them, but this time it was different. Everything seems so much more vibrant

She saw different shades of yellow and green, even a little bit of red. It wasn’t just blue, blue, blue. Avery runs after Harry, after the colors because the further away he is, the darker it gets. She picks up her pace, trying to catch up with him.

“Thought I’d leave without you?” He grins, holding the passenger door of the car open for her.

“No.” She lies with a smile, trying to just enjoy this moment. This moment is now, and she doesn’t want to be stuck in the past any longer.

“My sister used to take this car a lot, so there's got to be a hair tie somewhere,” Harry says, his eyes moving back and forth between the dark street in front of them and the interior of the car. “Take a look in the glove compartment.”

He’s right. Under numerous papers that had been shoved inside the small space was a leopard print scrunchie. “Found one!” Avery cheers, putting her hair in a low ponytail. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yeah, her name is Gemma, she lives abroad.” He explains. “In a way, her job reminds me a lot of Chandler Bing, because I’ve honestly no clue what she really does, but she travels a lot for it.”

“That must be difficult, I don't know if I could do that. Pack up my life every six months.”

“It's quite perfect for her, I think she would go crazy if she had to stay in a single place for longer than a year or two. What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

“No,” She says quietly. “And, if I’m honest, I didn't want any.”

“Isn’t a sibling something everyone wants?”

“I guess I just… they don’t deserve that… no one does…”

He stays quiet for a while after that. Did I say too much? The air suddenly felt colder, so many unanswered questions flying about. Harry couldn't find the right one to ask, so he just went with the basics. “What's your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Ha! That's the color of my eyes, does that mean you fancy me?” a childish grin plastered onto his face.

“What? Your eyes are not green. Look at me!” She knew they were green, it was hard not to notice. But, she wanted to feed into his antics for a bit. It seemed to be lifting the tension.

“I’m driving, Ave. That's not gonna work.” He laughs, focusing his gaze back on the road as more cars started to make their way onto the once quiet street.

“Harry?’’

“Hm?”

“Who is your roommate? At your party I had accidentally stumbled into a bedroom, thinking it was the bathroom. There was a guy in there by himself.” She had never told him about the strange encounter she had that night, thinking that Harry would have asked her about it at some point. After not being brought up for some time, she figured he wasn’t going to and left it at that.

“Oh, you mean Francis… you met? He didn't mention anything.”

“He had told me that several other people had walked into his room instead of the bathroom, that's probably why… so, he’s your friend?”

“Yeah… we’ve known each other for ages, since about grade one I believe.” There is something in his voice that doesn't seem right. He seemed saddened by the sudden mention of his friend, almost like he hadn't fully prepared for the topic to be brought up.

“Francis is probably the kindest, most generous person I know. He is much better than me, and I honestly don't know why he has stuck with me for this long. You should meet him. He's not fond of meeting new people, but nevertheless, he would be nothing but nice to you.”

“I'd love that.” Avery smiles. The smile doesn’t leave her face while Harry continues on about Francis.

“We should have taken him with us.”

“He is with his parents at the moment.”

“Oh, well maybe next time.”

“Yeah,” Harry murmurs. “Next time.”

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Coriolanus had wanted nothing more than to leave the wedding reception as soon as he noticed that Sejanus had slipped out early. He couldn't blame him for not wanting to witness this farce any longer, especially now that Livia knew of the reality of their relationship. She was all too smug about it, hiding it from their guests but he knew she was going to try and cause trouble for him, for them. She would be in for a very rude awakening before too long but Coriolanus knew he had to smile and wave and keep up the pretence of being so completely besotted by his new bride. So he had spent the remainder of the evening speaking with their guests, dancing with Livia and celebrating before finally they could leave the reception to begin their honeymoon. Livia had lost her temper when he had told her that she would spending the evening alone. "Excuse me?" Livia asked Coriolanus in the backseat of the car when he told their driver to drop Mrs. Snow at her apartment and that he would be carrying on to the Penthouse. "You didn't think I wouldn't go and see Sejanus, did you?" Coriolanus' tone was cold as he glanced across at her. "He left the reception after your little performance and besides, I would rather spend this evening in his company than yours." "I am your wife, Coriolanus Snow!" Livia snapped at him. "This is our wedding night." "You make the grave mistake of thinking I care. You and I never pretended that we married one another for love. We both have something to gain from this marriage and you do not require my physical presence for that. You married me so you can eventually become First Lady and I will give you that in time." Coriolanus viewed her as a simple tool. He needed a pretty wife to help him get elected when the time came for him to run for the Presidency. "And if I cause you and your boyfriend trouble?" Livia snarled back at him, shaking in rage. Coriolanus fell still for a moment at her words. He was in no mood for her tantrums. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was go home and see Sejanus. But he would not allow her threat to go unanswered. "You still throw tantrums as if you are still a child on the school playground Livia and I won't tolerate them. You will not cause trouble for Sejanus and I because if you do, I will divorce you in the most public way possible. I will embarrass you and leave you in disgrace. No one will ever marry you again and you will never be First Lady." It was a weak threat and he had far worse ones on the tip of his tongue but he held back for tonight. "You're going to smile and wave as I require and do as I tell you. You are a tool Livia and you'll do well to remember that."

The rest of the car ride was silent and soon Livia had been dropped off at their new apartment and he was on the way to the Penthouse. He bit his lower lip, worried about Sejanus. He had text him already, to assure him that he was on the way. He knew he would be waiting for him at the Penthouse, their home. It should have been Sejanus that he had married today. Marrying Livia had been a necessity but the entire day had felt wrong. It should have been Sejanus standing at the alter beside him. They should have been having their first dance, greeting their guests together and driving off for the honeymoon they deserved. Coriolanus knew he had made the choice to marry Livia instead and for a moment, he cursed himself. But this was necessary. He knew he needed to show the people of the Capitol what they wanted to see. He had been gaining popularity lately, especially since he had become Head Game Maker. The time was drawing closer, when Ravinstill would resign or die and there had to be someone ready to take his place. He knew others would run against him but no one else had a hope. However he needed a few little boosts in popularity and he knew some in the Capitol thought he was too harsh and cold. He needed to give them the image of a 'family man'. A pretty Capitol wife and perhaps a child or two, to soften his image. Some in the Capitol would not want to see a 'single' man take the Presidency and so this was all a strategic move. It would ensure he would become President. It would ensure he could keep himself and Sejanus safe because right now, there were threats always looming far too close for comfort. Finally, he was letting himself into the Penthouse and closing the door behind him. "Sejanus." he called out into the quite apartment. He knew he would only be in the living room or the kitchen and within moments he found him sitting at the small table in the kitchen, holding a teacup. "I'm sorry, I got here as quickly as I could." Coriolanus moved across the room before leaning down and gathering him in his arms as best as he could at this angle. "Are you alright? Of course, you're not alright." It was a stupid question to even ask. Would he have been alright, if he had just watched Sejanus marry someone else? He knew he would have killed whoever had dared to touch Sejanus. "Livia told me she knows, about us. I don't care that she knows and I've told her so. This changes nothing. I love you and I always have."

Coriolanus had returned to the reception, mildly irritated that Livia was no where to be found. She should have been here waiting for him. Perhaps she had gone to fix her hair or make up. Either way, he wouldn't waste time searching for her. He would continue to work the room, knowing every single conversation he had and every relationship formed was another vote when the time was right. He wouldn't waste a moment of tonight, when he had a captive audience in good spirits on such an occasion. If only he had been marrying Sejanus, tonight could have been perfect.

Livia finally returned, looking slightly flushed but he paid little attention as she kissed his cheek and asked him to come and dance with her. He could't deny her. It was expected after all, this was their wedding day. Certainly the display would give their guests enough sentimental feelings, it might earn him some support. He took her hand, leading her over to the dance floor as he wondered where Sejanus was. He hadn't seen him come in and he couldn't look for him now when all eyes were on them and he was only supposed to have eyes for his pretty Capitol bride.

The band switched to a slow song as they noticed the bride and groom had taken to the dance floor. Coriolanus was vaguely aware of the soft gazes they were receiving from their guests. Perfect. At least this wasn't a completely wasted moment if it was getting them the attention they - he - needed. Livia pressed close to him and they moved around the dance floor in time with the music. They let the silence settle between them, a small fact that Coriolanus was relieved about. He noticed Sejanus had returned to his table and his heart ached for a moment for his beloved, having to witness this display of false adoration.

Livia looked up at him with a small smile suddenly and then leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised but he allowed it. They had an audience and he wouldn't make a scene. Besides, this was their wedding to he supposed it was appropriate. She pulled away after a few moments before she tilted her head to press her cheek against his. He assumed that would be the end of it but then she whispered in his ear.

"So, how long have you been fucking Sejanus Plinth?"

Coriolanus' stomach dropped at the question, his heart pounding. She knew. How? Had she seen them out in the courtyard or had something else happened? Was that where she had been? He hadn't anticipated that she would find out so soon, even though he and Sejanus had spoken about Livia eventually learning the truth about them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Coriolanus continued to move her around the dance floor, desperately wanting to look for Sejanus but he couldn't. Not now, not yet.

"Don't play coy Coriolanus. It's not becoming. Sejanus told me all about just a few minutes ago. About you two living together in the Penthouse. No wonder you wouldn't let me even visit, let alone have me move in to your little love nest."

Sejanus never would have told her that, Coriolanus was certain. What had happened? Surely she hadn't just figured all of this out and at their wedding too? Had she had him followed? No, he was too careful. Had she seen them together out in the courtyard? She must have. They'd only been hugging but had someone been watching, it might not have been too hard to guess the real relationship between them. Was she bluffing about the Penthouse? Sejanus would never have divulged such secrets. He trusted him completely.

"Cat got your tongue?" Livia looked up at that, the barest hint of a smirk on her face. She knew better than to cause a scene, with all of Panems elite watching them. "Might make a nice change from having it down Sejanus' throat."

"No need to be crass Livia. That isn't becoming of a lady." Coriolanus leaned in and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Neither is having a vivid imagination."

Livia was giving him a sickly sweet smile and Coriolanus knew she was about to stick in a metaphorical dagger. She leaned in closer, brushing a kiss against his cheek before she pressed her lips against his ear. To anyone watching, it would look like a sweet moment before newlyweds. In reality, she whispered.

"Neither is taking a phone call from your fiance about the flowers for your wedding when you're bed fucking your boyfriend. At the gym were you? Sejanus told me everything!"

Coriolanus felt his grip on her tighten at her words. She couldn't have guessed that. No one else could have told her that either. Sejanus must have told her. Why would he have told her such a thing? His stomach tightened, thinking back to that day.

Coriolanus groaned as he rode Sejanus' cock in their bed. He felt so good inside him, he always did. He felt so full, a perfect stretch. He glanced down at Sejanus, who was gazing up at him. It was all heated, heavy lidded and he was moaning too, reaching up to grab his hips to tug him back down to bottom out inside him

"Fuck Sej, so good. Fuck, you feel so good inside me baby. I...." His phone ringing shattered the moment and he glared at the inanimate object as though it had personally offended him. Who was possibly calling him right now? Who cared...Not when Sejanus was fucking him like this. Whoever it was could wait.

"Do you...if you have to..." Sejanus glanced at the phone in matching irritation at being interrupted.

"No..... for fucks sake." Coriolanus growled, angry at whoever the caller was and not at Sejanus. He reached over to the bedside table, wondering if he shouldn't just throw the damn thing against the wall. His eyes darkened in anger when he saw who the called was. "It's just bloody Livia." He threw the phone on the bed just as it stopped ringing. He breathed a sigh of relief for the silence before he started to move on his cock again with a groan. "Sej... Sej.... Fuck, I love your cock and I...."

The phone started to ring again and Coriolanus glared at it for the audacity of a second interruption. He was determined to ignore it but then Sejanus was grinning up at him wickedly.

"Answer it." Sejanus reached over to grab the phone and shoved it in Coriolanus' hands. He stared down at him, surprised but then he laughed softly, panting as he answered the phone. "What do you want Livia?"

The conversion had been boring, aggravating but watching the amusement and joy and arousal it had brought Sejanus was worth the interruption. He paused his own movements, trying to balance himself on Sejanus' lap with a phone in hand but then Sejanus was snapping his hips up, making a gasp falling from his lips. He couldn't help the glare he gave to Sejanus but then he was swallowing back a laugh at him and a hiss at Livia as he told her that he had just stubbed his toe on the treadmill because she was distracting him.

It hadn't been too long before he had hung up on her, snapping that she knew his family signature flower was roses so why was she even talking about orchids. She was wasting his time and with that he'd hung up on her. He'd thrown the phone aside before he looked down at Sejanus with a grin and a chuckle.

"You little minx!" he had leaned down and kissed him deeply then, hoping the little stunt had satisfied whatever Sejanus had felt the need for. "I almost think you want us to get caught."

Coriolanus came back to the present moment, his eyes now scanning the room for Sejanus. He saw him finally, still at the table. He could only make brief eye contact with him as he moved Livia around the dance floor. He needed to go to him, they needed to talk. He wanted to understand, wanting to know just what had happened. Was he alright? If Livia had upset him in any way, she would be incredibly displeased with the outcome.

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“EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”

N.B. Hey guys, I'm re-uploading this narrative due to previous grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. mistakes. I'm completely bad at proofreading lol, and didn't take the time to read over, but after receiving some very impactful feedbacks on twitter, it gave me the motivation I needed to somewhat correct these mistakes🤞hopefully enough, finishing this fanfic, which I must say I'm quite excited for you guys to read.

  S2 EP16 “EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”,

  CHAPER 1

I don't get it?  As tears stream down her cheeks,

Her thoughts raced as she remained in front of her bathroom mirror long enough to get agitated by her own self-pity. 

She understood that harboring such feelings would not only be self-destructive, but would keep her trapped, she was mentally stronger, and refuses to let it sabotage the barrier she has construct throughout the years.

She knew conquering and embracing Max’s indecisiveness, was just a question of time. That continues to fail him terribly, repeatedly, to define them, what they meant to each other, wondering how much longer, if not impossible, it will be for him to embrace and overcome his own fetters to unleash what he truly feels. 

Will he ever? she’s impel to believed, naively unaware of her imperceptiveness to his true desire, behind his barriers, causing her to suspect mistakenly,

Questing “does he feels the same” 

She paces back and forth, flipping her heels off with a small grimace, scattering them on the floor.

Fervently turning to her living room, with an instant wipe of her tears, in the direction of the liquor cupboard, pulling the first wine bottle her hand came across, desperate for a wine opener, she run-walk towards the kitchen, leaving nearly all of the drawers open while probing through.

She spotted the opener. Yes, yes! Clutches it obstinately, relieved. 

As she holds the bottle inverted between her knees, she struggled to open it a bit, her mind still being indistinct after their encounter, temporarily forgotten how to open the wine bottle.

(The wine cork flew free)

She hastily turns it to her head, gulping it down as if she didn't have time to consume it a bit slower, inadvertently spilling it on her. 

Crap!

Returning to the bathroom in search of her robe, while undressing herself and gulping more wine down her throat.

Being the clean freak she is, immediately after, she brought her clothing towards the laundry room, as she senses the impending intoxication looming over her.

(Crash)The wine bottle slipped from her deft grip and shattered on the floor. 

she slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against the laundry door for support grappling to sit up. While her clothes slowly unfold from her arms, As she casts a longing glare into space.

She ruminate aloud, frustratedly. 

What is wrong with me? Staring up towards the roof, as though she was seeking answers to all of life's unanswered questions from a greater Entity.

Why I’m I so unlucky?

I fought on, knowing that I wasn't even sure whether I'd be ready too, if you chose me then or now, she added, laughing.

All the walls I've worked so hard to build, comes crumbling down whenever I see, I can’t comprehend it. 

As she gently holds the nape of her neck, breathing deeply, with her left hand  supporting her head, while facing down. I don't want to lose control; I can't lose control.

You say these significant things,

you look at me in the way you do, and then you do nothing?  How can I fight for that?

You asked me why I did what I did, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. I asked you to define us; 

what exactly, this, we are?  as she motioned for answers

I've given you so much, and I tried so hard not to but it's as if all my rationale goes out the window when you're in danger. (laughing sarcastically at her self). 

For God sake, you yelled at me.......... whenever I try to help.

I have these fantasies about you before getting out of bed, I've tried to ignore it; believe me, I have (laughing) 

now I'm just here talking to myself.

As her gaze wandered around the room, she became irritated by the smashed wine bottle. 

   “ FIGHT FOR US”,

CHAPERT 2

(KNOCKING) She tilted her head, confusedly glancing towards the front door, wondering if it was the alcohol or someone was actually at the door.

Struggling to get up from the floor, as she continues to listen attentively to hear whether the knocking was coming from her front door. She slightly slipped when grabbing for her phone on the kitchen counter, to check the time.

11:43pm

Tightening her robe as she wiped her face, pondering, a few names flashed through her mind, But why would they not call? silently muttering to herself. Her phone started to ring as soon as the knocking ceased. Resuming her attention to her phone, which lids up, displaying "Dr. Max Goodwin” with a slight discontent look, she responded, still gazing at the door, nervously biting down on her index finger.

What, what do you want? She answered. 

"I'm at your door; will you let me in?". Quickly swallowing her saliva, her heart races, instantly lowering her phone to her side, with a million thoughts rushes through her head as she looked at the messed she had created, quickly ending his call. She began picking up her clothes from the floor and rushed to the washroom, staring at her flushed face, unbothered at this point and didn't care whether he noticed she was crying.

She trudged towards the front door, spotting her bed slippers and pulls them on.  Briefly pausing before opening the door.

There he was, standing in front of her. Casually dressed, in blue jeans, a grey    t-shirt, and his black jacket, which she had seen him in before.

Trying not to look into his eyes, but he has already peered right into hers. Struck by how small and delicate she looks outside the walls of the hospital, becoming completely lost in her eyes, unable to speak. 'Um, I... What are you doing here? she asked, before he could finish his sentence.

Were you crying? With a slight head tilt, she rolled her eyes irritably as she turns her back on him, leaving the door ajar. What are you doing here, Max?, her voice raised rather than normal. The frustration in her voice perplexed him. I wanted to ‘Um, before noticing the shattered wine bottle on her floor. 

As she reaches to get the mob and dustpan from the storage area adjacent to her kitchen. He watches her as she teeters, shutting the drawers that she left open earlier.

As she approaches the spilt wine on the floor, she kept her eyes lowered trying not to look him into his. He detects her shakiness as she extends the broom over the shattered wine bottle. No! he said, with no intent, to say it so loudly. Reaching his hands towards the broom.

Let me help, she still persisted. He gently withdrew the broom from her grasp when she walked away towards another section of her apartment, as his eyes followed her.

He disposed the shattered glass in the trash can, placing the mob and dustpan into the already opened storeroom.

In search of her, he returned to the living room area. noticing she had her back to him, curled up on her couch in a sitting position, fully wrapped in a blanket that matches the color of his shirt.

He stood behind her for minute before approaching.

Placing his hand on her shoulder as he walks to the side of the couch. She shivers at his touch just enough for it to go unnoticed while still looking down.

Seating next to her, he tries to get her attention. Helen, she did not respond. I'm sorry.... As he questioned. Are you okay? Placing her right palm on her forehead, displaying a tiny discomfort. She muttered, I have a minor headache. ‘Um, do you have any pain relievers? Instantly patted his forehead after, quickly realizing she wouldn't be able to take it seeing that she was drinking. Hastily corrects himself, do you want me to make you some tea? she fixes her gaze on him.

Please let me make you tea, while he makes his usual puppy eyes at her.

She gave her approval with a nod. Where are your…...? Instructing him with a finger while drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He stood up lively, walking towards her kitchen, absolutely taken aback by how tidy and organized her apartment looked.

Already knowing what kind of tea because they both enjoy it the same, reaching into the pantry for the box of tea bags on the lower shelf, pulling a cup from the washer and placing it on the hot water kettle. He spoons in 1/2 teaspoon of sugar exactly how she likes it. While leaning his back on the counter.

As he waited for the water to heat up, he indulged in his thoughts, gazing around her kitchen.

The whistling from the kettle stopped, with relieved he turned around, adding the hot water to the tea bag and returning to her,

With a wide smile on his face, he hands her the cup, she noticed he didn't have his wedding ban, she looked into his eyes as her hands extends to take the cup. He noticed that she noticed, with a little distance between them, he sat beside her in silence. 

on her third sip of tea, he glances at her and proceeded to apologize.

I should never have let you walk out that door, ‘I, I.... I have tried to hide this.  It's been hard,

It almost drove me completely insane. As she looked at him, intently listening 

I've tried to hold back, since the day we met.......................... It's been eating me alive knowing I felt this way while being married and had already started a family,

but I can't deny that I haven't felt this, not any more, he remarked, shaking his head.

For the longest time, I felt guilty, knowing I had felt this way about you,

if I let you slip out of my life, without trying, to fighting for us, I will not survive it, 

I see you, Helen. it’s just that sometimes it takes me a minute, to remember what matters more than anything, you.

He drew closer to her, as she sets the tea cup on the center table. Helen, 

I’m ready to fight. Fight for you, for Us. 

Every time you've been near me, I've wanted to do stuff to you, imagining what it would be like. 

You are undeniably BEAUTIFUL and sexy, and I need to have you, in all the ways I have been dreaming of.

She swallows her nonexistent saliva as he got closer. With her mouth partially open, uncontrollably batting her eyes at him. She searches his eyes, while he searches hers for permission, to touch her, intimately. Placing his left hand on the right side of the back of her neck sliding his fingers upward, gently holding on to her hair, a rush of adrenaline prickled her stomach, as he watched the whooshing of her breathing, thinking how soft on silky the growths of her hair felt.

She needed him to touched her, she needed to grip him closer, but her body was weak, weak to his touch. As they stared intensely at each other, their faces being only a few inches apart, tightening his grip on her hair, causing her to slightly tilted her head back, finally freeing of her temporary paralysis, she grabs hold to his muscular arm with her left hand, while clutching his side with her other hand.

He knew he was in charge, and she wanted him, his lips being a inch closer to hers, her eyelids, fill down slowly closing.

Their lips touch, as their bodies tingles, her chest rises, left her feeling like she had no air. The instant chemistry they felt, was uncontrollable. His thinking slowed when his lips met hers. Time becoming unknown, as if he were in a dream, how warm and crazily soft her lips were.

As they draw each other deeper and further into each other's sanctum, thrusting herself up with a knee for support. 

Has he pauses, looking intently into her eyes, slowly begin rolling her robe over her shoulder.

In complete awe of how clear and smooth her skin appears, while stirring her down. He notices she was wearing a black lace bra that matches her thong, which complemented her skin tone well, lost in her eyes, before entirely removing her robe. As she gets back up on both knees, yanking his jacket off, while he impatiently helped her to removed his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt, she unzip his jeans. Holding her by the lower portion of her cheeks, he punches his tongue into her mouth. Resting his back on the couch, hoisted her up on top of him.

feeling her body, with both his hands on her waist, recognizing how small it was in comparison to her hips, being considerably wider. She bends her knees and places her hands on the couch over his shoulder. As his tongue trails down her neck, while unclipping her bra, struggling a little.

Carefully pulling it off, her hands fill to her side, looking down at him, when he stroked her breast with his hands, causing her head to fall back uncontrollably, as a rush of adrenaline went to her vulva, gasping harder as he places his mouth over her tit, slowly sliding his hand into her thong concomitantly.

He gave her a look, realizing she was already lubricated, as she gasped for breath somewhat dropping her upper body backwards as his hand quickly supported her back, her mouth flew wide open, when he slid his index and middle finger in an upward motion on her clit.

She moaned loudly as he stroked it faster, her body slipping in and out of his grip, being a fraction of a second from an orgasm, he halted.

He hoisted her up positioning her back laying on the couch, with one of his hands intertwined with hers above her head. He opens her legs slightly with his bent knee, while she bends her knees up to give him access. Passionately kissing her while caressing her clit with his right fingers. Her heart races. As he drags his tongue in between her breasts, he releases her hands as he went down further, trailing his tongue towards her navel, causing her tummy to jerked.

He elevates his head up as he pulls himself down more to her vulva, while holding on to her hips. He tasted her, swiftly clinging to the cushion behind her, unable to keep her legs steady as he licks her clit. (she rapidly gasp for air).  

She weakly tries to pull him up, with her orgasm being at it’s peek, moving back towards her lips, as they exchanged sensual glances. Using his hands as a support to keep himself upright while holding on to his already-erected dick. He puts the blanket under her back to elevate her slightly.

Penetrating her. Max, she screamed, quivering and gasping for breath, as she looks deeply into his eyes, attempting to caress the side of his face, (while she bit her bottom lip, as he went in deeper, she clutches onto him.

His sweat drips on her skin, as he moans, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

As he penetrates deeper, harder and faster inside her, he tightens his grasp around her waist. As they drew closer, their moans became more even louder.

Fuck! he shouted as he ejaculated his semen into her, simultaneously in the instant of her orgasm relief. They both felt to the ground. Looking at each other, completely in awe. 

He extends his hand to the side of her face, pulling her in, to cuddled her.