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sillyromance · 10 months ago

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Hay I'm not having the best day

May I request some soft comfort vore with transformers prime breakdown please I can understand if not. :)

Good day, dear anonymous!

Of course! Here you go - and I hope it'll be better for you soon!

P.S: I wanted to finish this story today since you were feeling sad... So I didn't really had the time to check it properly. I really hope there are no bad mistakes - and that you'll forgive me if there are... Good luck and take care!

The way to sort out problems.

- ... And then I threw him over the wall.

- Primus!.. I almost regret I haven't seen all o' that. You should definitely take me with you next time.

Breakdown and Knockout were going down the corridor, chatting. That time the medic had to stay on board to complete a specific task, so his big blue friend went on a mission alone and spent outside all day. Catching their loud laughter shaking the ship, you smiled, but very soon your eyebrows frowned again, your head titling down. The carmin mech wasn't the only one who missed the bulky decepticon.

That day wasn't the greatest. Everything seemed sucks, and without your friend it was even worse since there was no one who could cheer you up with their clumsy jokes. Surprisingly, you had grown fond of Breakdown quite fast. The first time you saw him you thought you wouldn't get out alive, and now... You learnt he was the best pal anyone could ask for: caring, fun, ready to listen to you any moment. And unlike other decepticons, he was very tolerant to humans - as well as his mate Knockout. Those two protected you and made sure you had everything you needed. The medic was a bit annoying at times, especially while playing flirty, but it was bearable, moreover that your favourite decepticon was around too.

As you expected, soon your paths crossed. Breakdown waved his huge manipulator in a greeting gesture.

- Hello, Y/N. How is it going?

- Fine... - You smirked, rolling your eyes. - As always.

- Well, I wouldn't say that. - Knockout's faceplate grimaced. - At least not after watching you wonder around the decks like a ghost since the noon. Perhaps, you will throw some light on their behaviour, Breakdown. I have tried, but pharmacy seems to be helpless here!

- Shut up... - You scoffed, turning away. A one more thing that you hated about him was his disgusting habit to stick his nose in others ' businesses.

- Well, then I gotta go, Knockout, sorry. See you in the lab tomorrow!

- Sure thing, Breaky!

You trailed the skinny mech dancing away and vanishing behind the nearest wall. Bastard!

- So, what did happen?

The blue cybotronian's yellow optics were staring at you with confusion and concern; he bowed, offering you his hand. It didn't take long before you climbed on it.

- That's... Uh.. Just a bad day, you know.

- I see.

- You must be worn out. I think you should get a proper rest, not to...

- I'm not going to sleep or anything until my friend is OK. Got it? - His voice was soft and soothing, though it was possible to feel some serious notes rumbling deep inside. - Let's, head to our room. I think you might use some... Special treatment, don't you?

It would be hard not to blush.

- Well, I guess so...

Without further discussion, he put you on his shoulder and started going.

The lights went deem due to the late our. While still on the move, Breakdown told you about his adventures from the beginning, definitely trying to distract you from the bad thoughts occupying your mind. It was... Nice. Finally, your big teddy bear was here with you. His low, husky baritone appeared to be best treatment for your aching nerves to settle.

- Home, sweet home...

At privacy, at last.

Breakdown made his way straight to the berth. It was a pity to leave your cozy nest beside his neck, but a thought about the place even better where you would soon find yourself convinced you to keep your complaints unsaid. Sitting on his palm, between his thick fingers, you suddenly realised how small you actually were - it wasn't like you didn't know it before, but such situations still hit you hard. And so the more heartwarming it was for you to know that, being so gigantic, he didn't ever tried to cause you pain. And something was telling you he never would.

- Ready, Y/N?

- Yeah... - You got up and laid a quick smooch of gratitude at his red cheek. - Thank you, Breakdown.

- Don't mention it. - He smiled softly. - You would do the same being on my place.

After that his mouth opened before you, awaiting. Sighing, you ducked right into the warm, pulsing grey cavern. Now you could truly relax.

The glossa bent down to make it easier for you to get comfy inside the maw. Tingles of pleasure were wandering around your back as it was gifting you with careful, gentle licks. Dump air weighted your body with lazy drowsiness while sticky transparent saliva soaking in your clothes made you nice and slick. As it often happens before sleep, your brain unexpectedly came up with an idea that if your relatives could see you now, they would all instantly fell unconscious. And it was the first thought which finally made you giggle.

The muscles came to life, pushing you further, to the dark entrance of the pharynx. You laid limp as they affectionately hugged you, tugging you forward... Breakdown swallowed. What a nice feeling - to be dragged into a warm blanket of your friend's throat! His muscles could turn your bones into dust in no time. His dents could chop you into bloody mess back at the watering chamber above, but you was cared for, adored... loved. Every gentle contraction of the flexible metal muscles signalled about it. You was sliding down, down, down... Thumping sparkbeat was booming calmly somewhere nearby, white noise of engines was ringing in your ears...

You had been already at pure bliss as you arrived inside your friend's spacious fueltank.

- I hope the ride was good. - The mech's words reached you, distant, yet close like echo. - I'm going to recharge too. Don't hesitate to wake me if you want out.

- I think, it won't happen any time soon, big guy... - You mumbled, curling up in a ball and cuddling with glowing walls surrounding you. It was already extremely hard to not doze off, especially with those lulling, happy gurgles and groans burbling around. - Sleep tight.

- You too, Y/N...

It was the last thing you heard before falling into the peaceful world of dreams...

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bunnyfern · 2 months ago

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Counting Sheep

Chapter 2

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“So, I have some rules before we get to my place.” I said looking over at him while he was backing out of the driveway.

He looked confused but a bit curious too, “Ok, what are the rules?”

“I have a few of them,” bringing my hand up ready to count them off. “First, is to not go in my room, it’s off limits.” With one finger up and him nodding and humming with agreement.

“Second, is to not open anything you don’t need to. I don't want you snooping around and looking through my things." Another finger added and he hummed again. "Third is no touching my things, please. Mostly the stuff on the shelves and bookcase. But if it's junk, that's fine, you can move that." Almost finishing off, adding the last one.

"And finally, I don't want you to judge how my apartment looks," I looked away, suddenly turning shy to admit this, "You're the first person I've been 'ok' with coming over, and I'm just not used to having anyone besides me there." Feeling the heat get to my face, I breathe in deeply trying to cool down.

"You know I won't judge you," he spoke softer than usual, "I know you don't really want me there, but it's just to make sure you don't get hurt." A small sigh escapes his lips, "Well, any more hurt than you are now." I look towards my foot, a small laugh comes out and I say, "I don't think I'll break my other foot anytime soon." I hear a laugh come from him and catch a glimpse at him, biting the inside of my cheek and smiling to myself.

Our conversation died down and since it would be a few more minutes before we get there, Isaac turned the volume up. We sat in comfortable silence, listening to whatever song was playing on the radio. Stealing a couple of glances at him, I thought about how we would be in the same room, sitting next to each other, maybe getting even closer. Accidently letting out an awkward laugh, I coughed to try and cover it up, hoping he wouldn't ask or notice.

Ugh, I have to stop thinking about it and getting all weird. We've been together before so what's the difference this time. He's just here to help if something happens, like if I need to be picked up if I fall or carried to my bed...What the fuck? Where did that come from?

Trying to calm myself down and stop blushing, I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady my heart.

It'll be fine, nothing will happen. He doesn't like you like that, he just wants to make sure you don't do some stupid shit. Like falling and breaking something else...yeah.

Feeling my heart sink knowing that whatever I might want to happen, never would. I was starting to slowly zone out and not hear anything, then I felt a hand land on my shoulder. Jolting back, remembering that it was just Isaac, realizing that he parked and turned off the car. He looked at me and said, "We're here, I can carry your bag so you don't have to."

"Oh, sure, thanks." Passing the slightly heavy bag to him, he took it with ease and opened the car door to get out.

With a deep sigh I opened the door and got out. Struggling a bit but Isaac had came around and stood nearby in case I needed any help. I tried to lead the way, even if that meant going at a slow pace and walking next to each other. Someone exited out the apartment building so Isaac caught the door, holding it open for me.

“Oh, I need to stop by the front desk,” I told him, walking inside and going towards it. “I need to see if any of my packages came. And then we can go to my place.” I looked up at him to see if he was ok with the pit-stop.

“Yeah, alright. What are you expecting?” He questioned, both of us getting behind another tenant.

“Just some paints and other stuff.” Not fully explaining what I bought, mostly because I forgot what I ordered. Moving forward I noticed it was my favorite worker, so I knew it would take awhile before we went upstairs.

“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Mrs. Reinberry, an older woman who’s friendly with almost everyone in the building, asked worriedly. Trying to look over the counter to see the cast.

“Nothing much. Just accidentally broke my leg.” Nonchalantly playing off the severity of the pain. “I landed wrong and fell, so now I got this cast on for about a month.” Defeat, clear in my voice and still not happy at the situation but smiling anyways.

She still looked worried, even if I did try to play it off, she knew how painful it might’ve been. “I’m sorry about that, is there anything you need? I know it’ll be hard if you’re by yourself. I don’t want you to fall and no one be there to help you up. I can accompany you up to your place and stay for a while” Not realizing that the person next to me is here only to help me.

Isaac stood there not knowing if he should say something, but he did scoot slightly closer to me and adjusted the bag behind him, maybe trying to let her know he was with me. She noticed it and looked over at him and then back at me. I tried to talk first before she said anything embarrassing but failed.

“And who’s this? Is he your boyfriend? I've never seen him around here before." She got a second look at him and felt my face heat up again. Covering the side of her mouth, she leaned in and 'whispered' to me, “Oh, is he one of the friends you keep telling me about? Which one is he?” Making it sound weirder than it has to be.

“What-oh no. Uh yeah, this is Isaac. He’s here to help me if something happens.” I didn’t want to look at him but I felt his eyes on me, probably wondering why she might’ve heard of him and the others before. I wanted the conversation to end quicker to save myself from anymore embarrassment so I just asked if I had any mail.

Mrs. Reinberry said there were two packages so she’ll get them, leaving to go to the other room. I hoped he wouldn’t ask but I wasn’t so lucky. He was still looking at me, turning his head to see my face. Trying to get a reaction out of me but I kept turning my head to the side ignoring him as best as I could.

I didn’t want to make eye contact in case I might say something stupid. Thankfully she came back before he got to ask, carrying two medium sized boxes.

“Here you go, they dropped them off a few hours after you left.” Placing them on the counter and sliding them closer to us. Before I got the chance to ask, Isaac was already grabbing them and holding it, being careful of the contents inside. I thanked Mrs. Reinberry and told her bye, motioning towards the elevator to Isaac.

I pushed the button since he had his hands full and waited only a few seconds before it beeped. We went in and I pressed the 4th floor button, waiting for the doors to shut and take us up.

“You talk about us to that lady?” He finally had a chance to ask once we were alone, he sounded amused. I had a hard time finding the right words, something that won’t make it seem like she’s my only friend, besides the guys. I talk to her about them since I don’t really have anyone else to talk to, but it's sort of comforting and nice.

“Mrs. Reinberry…knows about you guys.” I slowly said, not revealing how much I say. “She’s really talkative, and kinda nosey. But she’s nice.” Hoping to not explain it any further since I wasn’t expecting him to overhear her, even if she did do a bad job of whispering.

I still couldn't look him in the face so I just stared ahead, finding interest in the doors. Glancing up at the numbers and noticing that we finally got to the fourth floor. Calming down my nerves was a struggle, somebody besides myself was going to be in my space, a space that was so hard to finally have to myself.

The doors opened and Isaac placed his foot so they wouldn’t close. There wasn’t anything else I could do to stall so I just went ahead, bracing myself for the night. My place was at the end of the hall so at least if someone wanted to pass by I wasn’t in their way. Once we made it to my door I stopped and looked at Isaac, he had my bag so I had to grab my keys to unlock it.

He had the bag in the back so I asked, “Can I see my bag please, I need to get my keys out.” All he said was yeah and turned around so the bag faced me instead. He wasn't close so I reached my hand out and pulled him near me to look inside. I unlatched and dug around in the front pocket to find the keys, feeling cold metal I fished it out. It was easy to find the right keys, I only had four and two of them were for the locks.

Unlocking the top and bottom, I pushed the door open and invited him in first so I could lock it behind me. He took a few steps inside and was looking around at everything that I have, countless trinkets that I've collected over the years and various art projects and supplies. I sighed for the millionth time and closed the door, preparing for the night spent with him and whatever awaits us.

“You can just put the boxes on the table.” Pointing my crutches at the square coffee table next to him on his left. It was a decently spacious apartment with two rooms, a bathroom, and nice windows but with all the stuff I have, it made it seem smaller than it was. “Do you want something to drink? I have some water, juice and pop.” Going to the right into the kitchen, getting myself something to drink.

“Water is fine, thanks.” Finding an empty space on the messy table and putting it down.

Opening the fridge and getting two water bottles and a bowl of cut up strawberries out, placing them on the clean counter. Isaac came over and took the three items, moving back to put them on the table and sitting down on the blanket covered couch.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess and blankets, I was in the middle of working and I get cold easily.” Meeting him at the couch and tossing the blankets to the arm of the couch near the wall. I sat down and tried to clean the mess up, or at least organize it. Finding the blade to open the boxes, I got the top one and put it on my lap.

Cutting it open I saw it was the paint I needed refills on. Taking each one out to make sure none were open or damaged.

Isaac took a peek in the box, seeing the different colors and shades. “You bought paint? I didn’t know you painted.”

“Well, technically no. I don't do ‘paintings’ but I do paint the props I make.” Paying more attention to the paint containers rather than him at the moment. Putting the first box on the ground and picking up the second one to check.

“Props? As in..?” He looked around the room again, now noticing the few completed pieces hanging on the wall and the multiple works in progress littering the floor. I turned to look at him and explained a bit more, turning on the tv so it wouldn’t be so quiet.

“Like weapons, wands and stuff like that for cosplays. Mostly from anime, games, and even cartoons sometimes.” waving my hand around. Seeing that the other box had some premade items that I couldn't make. Inspecting the items to make sure these weren’t damaged either and placing it on top of the first box.

I took my shoe off and threw it by the door with the others, not caring about it being neat right now. I sat back on the couch, watching the tv play some show that I had watched a million times before and asking Isaac if he wanted to change it. He was fine with it and got comfortable too, taking his shoes off and handing me my bag. Thanking him and taking my phone out before I forget about it later.

“So you cosplay? You got a lot of weapons here.” I was surprised that he wanted to know more about it.

“Very, very few times. But most of this is from commissions, which I still need to finish.” Dreading that I need to continue working but sort of glad I have all the time in the world now, or at least for a month. He just nodded his head and went back to watching tv, sometimes going on his phone, going back and forth between the two. “If you get hungry or something, we can order some food. I don’t want to cook and I don't want you to do more than you have to.” I offered mostly because I was starting to feel a bit hungry and hoped he was too.

He checked the time and saw that it was almost 6 pm, and from the amount of time we spent recording and then bringing me back, he decided he was getting hungry too. I gave him a few options, mostly the ones who deliver since neither of us would drive out to pick it up. After we chose, I called to order our food and have it delivered, with them saying it’ll be about 25 minutes till it arrives. We went back to awkward silence, well I thought it was awkward, never really being a talkative person so hopefully 25 minutes will pass soon.

And remembering again that I have a cast on, I thought about something else, “How am I gonna shower later?” thinking out loud. I saw Isaac look at me and kept rambling to mostly myself. “I mean, I know how, but how?” gesturing towards the cast that I definitely can’t get wet. If that happened then I would hate it even more and try to rip it off.

“We can wrap it in trash bags.” Isaac suggested. I shook my head no, I thought it would take too much work if it didn’t cover the whole thing. And I would have wet trash bags that I can’t use until they're dry again.

“Oh, I can use plastic wrap. I should have some left over, if I didn’t finish it all.” Using it for most of my props I usually buy extra, so I should have some left over. “Now the problem is where. I just need to figure out where I put it.”

Kicking things around the floor with my good foot to see if it’s buried under anything, Isaac did the same except more careful. Seeing it wasn’t here I figured it was in the other room I designated as my 'office'. Getting up, Isaac moved out of the way asking where I was going. “I’m gonna check if I left it in the other room.”

“I can go check. You don’t have to get up.” Isaac tried to help but I declined, he wouldn’t know where anything was and I didn’t want him to accidentally hurt himself.

“You don’t know where it’s at-” I got cut off by Isaac, “You don’t know either.” He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t want to confirm that so I kept going. “Shut up. I haven’t cleaned yet and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Aww, you care about me.” Isaac said sarcastically, following me into the next room.

“Sure.” Rolling my eyes at him and pushed open the door. Scanning around to see if I could spot it easily. Not having any luck I went to my desk in the corner and opened the drawers, still not having any luck. Isaac was looking at the stuff I had rather than really looking for the plastic wrap, which I was fine with. But it was a weird feeling, I couldn’t tell if he was silently judging me or not so I focused back on the task at hand. “It should still be in the red box, so it might be easier to find.”

Shifting my focus towards the floor, I sat down and rummaged around and organized some stuff in the process. It was a few minutes of silence between us, hearing the tv play faintly in the background. I heard Isaac shuffle papers and other scraps until he stopped.

“Is this it? I think I found it.” He came closer and held out the plastic wrap in his hand, not in the red box but outside it. Thankfully it had enough, or as much as we might need.

Isaac helped me off the floor, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. Giving me my crutches and going back into the living room with the plastic wrap in his pocket, leaving me inside the room by myself and my thoughts.

His hands are warm. Realizing I said that I face palmed, Shut up, ugh. This’ll be a long night.

I really needed to stop thinking like that, nothing will happen. Not acknowledging that maybe I did want something to happen but also knowing that if I tried to do anything and he doesn’t feel the same, then my friendship with him and the others will crumble. I didn’t want to put that at risk, having friends is better than losing them and I didn’t want to lose anymore than I already had.

Falling back on the couch with the crutches in front of me I saw that Isaac was on his phone, feeling a bit guilty for some reason. He was here to help me, a guest at my place, so maybe I should not bore him to death.

Before I got the chance to talk, I was cut off by knocking, shockingly the food had arrived and I didn’t have to wallow in my senseless fear anymore. Isaac got up with the cash that I handed him, paying the delivery guy and grabbing the food. I tried to clean most of the mess off the table by moving it towards the floor by my feet under the table. He placed it down and I took the food out, figuring out what was in the boxes and who’s it was.

We began eating in comfortable silence, for once, and I told him again he could change the show to what he wanted but he denied again. Not asking anymore I turned to watch tv, every once in a while we would talk. About the show, or if the food is good, or he would just ask questions about what I was working on.

It was a nice feeling, having someone over, even if the only reason they're here is to watch over you. They at least care enough to actually be here, it was something to think about and be glad over. I guess I was in my head for too long cause Isaac was calling my name, only snapping out of it when he touched my shoulder.

“You good?” Worry, clear in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Brushing it off and finishing my food, putting the empty container back in the bag for trash. Letting the food settle in my stomach before heading to shower, stalling as long as I could and dreading the problems I might have. After 5 minutes Isaac could tell I was stalling, it was getting near 8 pm and I had to shower soon.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom before you shower, is that cool?” Looking at me. I just nodded and he left. Knowing where it was since he passed it on the way from the other room. Telling myself that I had to get up and go to my room and get fresh, not stinky, clothes. Something that’ll easily go over the cast and not bother me when I sleep.

I got up and went to my room, closing the door behind me so Isaac couldn’t see in. The one thing I truly don’t want is someone besides me inside, it was my space and it had some embarrassing stuff everywhere. Going to the dresser I pulled out a tank top, underwear and basketball shorts. I don’t play sports but I had it for whenever I painted and I was fine with it getting dirty. Seeing it’ll go over the cast with no problem. Sliding the closet open to grab a hoodie, only wearing it when I’m not in my room and to not accidentally show Isaac my fucked up arms.

Hearing Isaac exit the bathroom, I left my room too, going inside the bathroom to put my clothes on the hamper. I went back to the living room and politely asked Isaac for help with putting the plastic wrap on, sitting on the edge of the couch. Close enough for him to reach but not too close that he can hear my breathing.

Without warning, he lifted my leg onto his lap, freaking me out more than I would like to admit. Flinching my leg back when he grabbed it, scaring him too, and moving it away from him. Clenching my fists together so hard I might start bleeding.

He saw my expression and just thought I was in pain. “Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to.”

In a hushed steady voice and calming down I opened my hands and pushed my palms down onto the sofa. “It’s cool…just warn me next time.”

All he did was nod and continue wrapping my leg up, not saying anything else. He was going slow, gently holding my leg up with one arm while the other wrapped. Thankfully he was only touching the cast and not my actual leg, otherwise I would be blushing red and heated in the face. Not like I wasn’t slightly red or warm now. I just watched him, being so gentle as if he was caring for an injured rabbit and not a person.

He let go of my leg once he was finished so I lowered my leg back down and he put the plastic wrap on the table. Mumbling a thanks and getting up to head to the bathroom to start the shower. I entered and locked the door behind me, just standing there for a while and thinking. Slightly shaking from the interaction, wondering if he thought I was just in pain or something else. Burying it to the back of my mind, I turned the cold knob of the shower on to get rid of the stench of today.

It was difficult to say the least and took way longer than usual. Washing, or attempting to wash, my hair was the worst part, having to lean back enough to rinse but not too much my back starts hurting. Except that my arms got tired quickly so I just dropped them, shampoo still in my hair and dripping onto the floor. The events of today just wanting to scream out and cry, knowing no one would hear me even if I did.

Scrubbing the conditioner in, I went on auto-pilot just running my fingers through my hair again and again. Focusing on the tiles in front of me and noticing a small speck of dry soap, staring at it before reaching my hand out to scrap it off. Scratching away even after it came off, repeating the motion to just let my mind wander. I felt soap get in my eye, a harsh sting bringing me back to remember what I was doing. Desperately wiping but failing and making it worse. Deciding to reach for the towel to help, forgetting I put my phone, ring and bracelets on top.

Causing all of it to fall and scatter, it was loud enough that Isaac heard from the other room and came knocking on the door. Worried I might have injured myself and needed help.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked through the door, loud enough for me to hear over the running water.

“I just accidentally dropped something, sorry.” Saying loud enough for him to hear, wiping my eye with the soft towel. Breathing in and out to calm my emotions down so I won’t get overwhelmed with everything happening.

In.

“Okay, if you need help just let me know.” Isaac said before he went back. Probably not making my case any better that I would be fine by myself, I just needed to be more careful.

Out.

In a few hours he'll go to sleep and then when morning comes, he’ll leave and I'll be by myself again.

Practically stabbing myself in the chest again by saying that and not fully admitting to wanting him to stay. Making me groan and curse to myself for thinking like that, I’ve gotten this far in life with no one’s help so how is it any different now. After rinsing out the conditioner I moved on to the body wash, pouring the vanilla scented soap in my hands so I have better control of where it goes, still cautious of the cast.

Getting as close as I could to the edge of the cast, still leaving enough room so it wouldn’t go in accidentally. Rinsing off for the final time with cold water. Turning it off, only to stay sitting and letting the air dry me off for a second. My efforts to move were slow, making me lose more energy than ever.

I shoved my face in the soft towel and started to dry off, leaving my hair last. Reaching over to pick up the jewelry I dropped, putting them back on and placing my phone on the sink. Standing up to dry the rest of my body off, wobbling but I steadied myself. All I had to do was put my shorts and shirt on, leaving the hoodie until very last. Using the towel for my hair and being satisfied with it being a little damp. Looking at myself in the mirror, seeing just how exhausted I am by my eye bags.

I traced my fingers over the dark bluish-gray eye bags, liking the way I look less and less. None of the guys ever see my face this late at night, or at all sometimes, but now Isaac was about to. Wondering if he would make any comments about it, worrying if he would judge my appearance. That’s the least of my worries, the most is how I’ll be able to sleep. If I even can, my insomnia has been getting worse over the past few days.

Just hoping I can fall asleep tonight or for about an hour. Wearing the hoodie and putting my phone in the pocket I left the bathroom, stopping by my room to get my glasses. I went into the living room to see how Isaac was doing, sitting back in my spot from before. While I was in the shower he changed the show to something I didn’t know and was watching it.

“I can change it back.” He turned to face me, surprised I had glasses on now. “Since when did you wear glasses?” still staring at me and not the tv.

“For a few years now. I just need it for reading so I don’t wear it out.” Answering him and turning sideways on the couch facing him and to get more comfortable. Bringing my laptop from the floor up and placing it on my lap, turning it on.

He kept staring until he just nodded and kept watching tv, not changing it. It got me thinking about how he’s learned more things about me in this short amount of time than usual. I never really tell anyone anything about me, usually learning more about them instead.

I was scrolling through my emails to see if I got any new notifications. Isaac spoke again, wanting to know more.

“If you didn’t have that cast and I wasn’t here, what would you be doing now?” Glancing at me when he asked.

Being caught off by that question I had to think, “Uhhh..” Having trouble thinking of something that doesn’t make me a loser, fiddling with my ring to think.

Jerking off. Laughing to myself, waving it off and clearing my throat when he looked at me confused.

“Umm probably just the same as now, except by myself. Of course. Watching tv or listening to music, working on art stuff. I don’t do much.” Adding a small laugh at the end, knowing how boring it must sound.

He just hummed and asked another question, “What about when you hang out with your friends? Do they not come over?”

My heart was acting crazy today as it stopped for a second, pausing my scrolling and steadying my shaky fingers. I wasn’t sure what to say, do I lie and make something up…Or do I tell him I’m pathetic and don’t have any other friends, prepared to have him pity me. Not sure which one would end with me hating myself more for probably the rest of my life.

I guess I was taking too long to answer because Isaac glanced back over at me, probably thinking I didn’t hear his question. Before he repeated it, I saw an email for a confirmation on a reservation I had made a few weeks ago.

“Shit.” Throwing my head back and groaning. Covering my eyes with my sweater arms and messing with my drying hair.

“What?” He sounded worried, unsure of what just happened.

Looking back at my screen, I mentioned to him, “I forgot I reserved a time slot for a video idea I was gonna do. Ugghhh, now I have to reschedule it. Hopefully they can get me back in a month.” Annoyed that now I have to hold off on recording until next month, needing to send out emails to a few places and people.

“What kinda video did you plan? Maybe you can still do it.” Calming down when it wasn't something serious. Isaac was trying to cheer me up, which was sweet but it wasn’t going to work sadly.

While I was looking through the emails, I said “It took forever to find a time they were free. It was gonna be a baking video, and I need to stand up and move around so it wouldn’t work out. This fucking sucks.” I sent an email out, saying I had to cancel and hopefully they can let me reschedule it. It’s barely been a day and I’m already feeling exhausted from everything and nothing all at the same time.

Isaac wasn’t sure what to say so he just said damn, fidgeting on the couch. I was too busy to realize that he may have been a little uncomfortable by my negative reaction. It was easy for me to get upset over something, even the smallest thing would get me irritated. After sending the emails out, I glanced up and noticed it so I tried to lighten the mood a bit.

Thinking a joke might work, “At least that means I can spend more time here. Now I don’t have to worry about setting something on fire.” Laughing at the bad joke. He laughed too, making me feel at ease. Glad I didn't sour the mood and make him regret coming here.

I went back on the laptop, zoning out and thinking. Noticing the time getting closer to 10 pm, the time flying by quickly. Not feeling tired yet, or at all, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t keeping him awake either.

“If you get tired I can leave, I don’t want you to stay up just cause of me.” Shutting the laptop half way, just in case he was ready to sleep.

“Nah, I’m good. Are you tired?” Isaac moved to reposition himself, mostly sitting the same way I was. Except stretching his legs out more since he was taller, taking up more space than me.

I shook my head no, “It’ll be awhile till I go to sleep. Probably at like, 2 or 3 in the morning.” Reopening the laptop to scroll through youtube, finding something to watch.

He wasn’t shocked at that, everyone knew I had the worst sleeping schedule out of all of them. Sometimes not even sleeping for 2 nights, but that was mostly when I didn’t have any pills left and needed a refill.

“Why do you sleep that late?” he asked. I just raised my eyebrows at him, wondering why he seemed so interested in my life. “Just wondering, didn’t mean to sound rude.”

I snorted, I didn’t think he sounded rude, just nosey. “I’m an insomniac, have been for a long time.” Dragging out the ‘long’. “So it’s hard to fall asleep or even feel tired at all.” Shrugging it off like it wasn’t a big deal, which it wasn’t to me but I guess he thought it was.

“Oh fuck, sorry.” He said. This was the last thing I needed to hear from anyone, him feeling sorry for me.

“You don’t need to be sorry, it’s not like it's your fault. It’s my parents fault.” Straining out a quick laugh and blurting the last part out without thinking. We never really talk about this kind of stuff so I wasn't sure how he would react and hoped he wouldn't try to pry. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I hoped he didn’t want to continue this conversation and just play it off like a joke. I guess from all the odd reactions/ behavior I had from tonight it didn't make it any better.

And unfortunately, this wasn’t my lucky day. Or night.

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judesmoonbeauty · 10 months ago

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The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 2

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

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Jude: …..

Business Partner: I'm so glad you took the time to come visit us! These are all first class products, so please, feel free to inspect them...!

Jude: There are lots that aren't out here.

Business Partner: Yes?

Jude: Yes? No. Show me the lot, don't you understand?

Business Partner: Hm....Well, it's in a warehouse a little ways from here, so it'll take me a while to bring it to you.

Ellis: I thought you might say that, so I brought you this. This is it, right?

Business Partner: What? When did you go to....?

Jude: Isn't the quality different as what was sent to headquarters for inspection?

Jude: It's not like anything you see here.

Ellis: I don't understand. I think they all look the same.

Jude: Shut up, rotten eyes.

Ellis: OK.

Jude: So, what's this all about?

Business Partner: …..you know, uhhhh, uh, uh.....

Jude: Mistake. You tried to disguise a bad product and sell it at the price of superior quality, but that was a mistake.

Business Partner:........uh.

Jude: Well, I'll let you off the hook this time. (Me: Uh-huh.)

Jude: It was your first time, and isn't it my fault that I was mistaken as someone you could deceive with your shallow wit?

Business Partner: Eh, what? Oh.....

Jude: But at least now you know that I'm not easily fooled.

Jude: If you try anything stupid again, I'll sink your whole boat, remember?

Business Partner: Heeeee....! Yes, I understand! Sorry, thank you very much.

Alfons: Wow, did you see that El? That evil face. That's the most blackmailing thing I've ever seen.

Elbert: It's not nice to cheat people, so I guess you can see......Jude's point.

Alfons: Yes, yes, a textbook reply.

Alfons: But wouldn't that make the report more interesting, so let's dramatize it a bit.

Alfons: “Torturing and humiliating innocent citizens, Jude smiles cruelly....”

Elbert: Al, lying is not good. (Precious bbg.)

Ellis: Oh....and.

Business Partner: Hyeup! (That is a hiccup noise....I tried.)

Ellis: There seems to be some disturbing people going in and out of the warehouse you're renting these days....Do you know about it?

Business Partner: Eh!

Ellis: Oh, it's fine if you don't know. I just want to make sure you're not violating any contracts.

The business partner looks at the warehouse district for a moment, shivering with a pale face, as if he were frightened.

He immediately returned his gaze to the front and shook his head sideways like a broken toy.

Ellis: ...............

Jude: That's fine then. (Bruh done messed up.)

Jude: You know what happens of you violate the contract.

Ellis: There is a trading company that buys these defective lots at a low price for shoddy products, so you can take them there.

Ellis: Here's the contact information for the rep. Good luck.

Alfons: ….Ellis is even taking care of the of the people who deceived them by disposing of their inventory....

Alfons: A good deed unworthy of the Crown who “conquers evil with evil.”

Alfons: I'm going to have to write this down in my report to the best of my vocabulary, El?

Alfons looked back and saw that Elbert was -

A Young Lady: That young man seems to be new here....I like him...Please, just tell me your name.

A Bewitching Lady: I have a certain status in my country. Why don't you say goodbye to your troublesome mundane life and let me take care of you...

A Suspicious Painter: You're a miracle.....will you please come visit my atelier?

He was surrounded by passengers who had just disembarked from a luxury cruise ship that had just arrived in port.

Elbert: I've got something to do over there.

The wave of people coming by one after another pushed Elbert further and further away.

Alfons: Ahhh, just like bread crumbs being picked up by ducks –

Alfons: Let's cut the crap and get back to it, shall we?

Alfons: I hope they haven't noticed us tailing them.

Jude: Ellis, that thing, you're aware of it.

Ellis: Yea...what are we going to do? Catch it right away?

Jude: No.

Jude: If we're going to take care of it.....let's put it all together.

Liam: I wonder if the Al & El's tailing went well?

William: Well, what do you think?

Liam: Oh, they just got back! Welcome back......?

Alfons:............

William: You have a dark expression on your face. What's wrong?

Liam: Maybe he was a spy or something after all...?

Alfons: I have to tell you a horrifying fact.

Elbert: What is it?

Alfons: Surprisingly, those two have been working.....the entire time!!

Liam: What?! How diligent!

Elbert: It's not like it's a horrible fact.....

Harrison: Huh...is that so?

Alfons: They were working so hard there was nothing to report except that. Aren't they crazy?

Elbert: Although Jude was feared, Ellis seemed to be liked.

William: What are your views on whether Jude and Ellis can be trusted?

Alfons & Elbert:

To be frank, I really don't care. I don't know yet.

Harrison: Will this ever pay off?

Liam: Haha, it's a long road ahead.

William: Speaking of which....this reminded me of something just now.

Harrison: ….?

William: Roger was acquainted with both Jude and Ellis before they joined Crown.

Harrison: What?

William: Perhaps a little perspective might be helpful to see if they are someone we can use?

Harrison: It's....You just remembered that. That's a lie.

William: Well, I wonder.

Roger: So, what is it you want to ask me about?

Harrison: Can you tell me anything you know about Jude and Ellis before they came here?

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Sunset Died - Mae/Clavell/Wan

Emotional processing (Long Part)

By now it was evening. And Xander had also had a look at the new lot. But as he was about to make his way home, Zelda stopped him short. “Here you are."/ ”Um, yeah? I can't be everywhere… What's going on?"/ ”OK, I know you two've had your problems, but… It would be nice if you could check on Pauline. The pregnancy is really getting to her”.

"You sound like it's my fault"/ "Well, maybe it is you, after all she slept with you AND Hank." Xander reacted annoyed and rolled his eyes "Yeah, thanks for reminding me again"/ "It doesn't matter now. Please, I think it would really do her good to see you. Believe it or not, but she's always talking about you and worrying about her baby..." He took a deep breath.

“Come on, okay? She hasn't had any contact with Hank for a while now…"/ ”And that's supposed to convince me now? Man… I… I was planning to see her anyway. Is there anything… I can do for her? Bring something?”. Zelda smiled, as he seemed to have finally woken up. “hn, she's totally on an onion trip right now, I can't tell you why, probably the hormones"/ ”Onions? Unusual… O.K.”.

Xander had often thought about Pauline in the last few days. Of course he would like to know how she was really doing. And he remembered some of the conversations he'd had with her. She didn't want children, at least not so quickly. Maybe that's why she's not doing so well. “Do you like onions?"/ ‘eww, no, they always make your mouth stink’/ ‘hm, one likes them, the other doesn't’.

Xander was really willing to bring an onion for Pauline. But unfortunately there were none today. Instead, he took something else that he thought she might like. On his way home, he passed his parents' house. He stopped for a moment, but didn't look over. And his path not only led past his former home, but also past the small hospital.

As he walked past the tent, he saw Pauline standing in the entrance. That made him a little suspicious. What was she doing here so late? He hesitated for a moment, but then he went up to her. She was a little surprised when she saw him. “What are you doing here?"/ ”That… Could I ask you too… Is everything all right? With you and…” he looked down at her stomach and pointed his finger at it. ‘Since when do you care about that, Xander, huh?’.

He looked at her seriously. “Pauline, I care about you, you know that. And when I ask you if you and… your baby are okay, I mean it, okay?”. She shook her head and looked at him. “My baby's better than I am at the moment. Anyway, Jamie assumes he's… Or she's fine. There's not the option of having an ultrasound. Hh,. I'd love to see my baby at least once, you know?“

Xander looked down her body again until his gaze settled on her stomach. "It'll be fine, like she says, OK?" Pauline let out a deep sigh that had apparently been building up for a long time. "Can I…?" Xander asked for permission to stroke her stomach. "You can't even see anything…"/ "Not that…" It was true, you couldn't see much, but you could definitely feel that little bulge. Pauline wasn't alone here.

He slowly pulled his hand away again. “Are you all right? And the children?” Pauline asked him with an almost wistful undertone. “Well… Bella wants her bedtime story every night, and Michael… I can't figure out what's wrong with the boy at the moment. He hangs out with Peter a lot and has this strange grin on his face."/ ‘hn, he likes him’/ ‘why do you say that so strangely?’.

“because I have eyes in my head and so do you… what do you think why they're always hanging out with each other?"/ ‘You… You don't think the two of them… Oh please…’/ ”Hnhn, don't worry about it, okay? You can't do anything about feelings…these things just happen"/ ‘hmm… Yes’. Her words only reinforced what he himself had been feeling all along.

He looked at her for a long time, but she avoided his gaze for a moment and smiled sheepishly. “Is it true that you're into onions these days?”. She rolled her eyes and laughed a little. “Oh man, you ran into Zelda?"/ ‘Hnhn, yeah. I would have liked to bring you one, but… They didn't have any right now’/ ”it's okay. Did you know she's making out with Hank… And with Gobias?"/ ‘you're kidding?’. Pauline shook her head.

She turned a little. “I'm sure you'll tell me now that this should sound familiar for me. Yes… The only difference is that it doesn't hurt me. She and I… We're very similar in character, and she's always been interested in what I've had…"/ ‘And you tolerate that?’/ ‘I kind of have to… She's actually a good friend, too’.

Xander raised his voice a little. “Actually? She's sleeping with your ex and with her… I don't know, lover? Do you think all this up and down is good for you and especially for your baby?” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “No… It's not… It's stressing me out, really, I really got into it with her the other night"/ ‘It shouldn't have to be, Pauline…’.

She looked him in the eye for a moment. “And what do you think I should do? I can't ignore it, I'll just let her do it, she'll see where it leaves her. But I…"/ ”hm? What about you?”. Pauline's fingernails dug nervously into her palms. “I know you're incredibly skeptical about the baby… But I'd like to be back with you… and the other two“/ ‘hm… ’”.

Xander looked at her seriously. “You're right about the baby. But I also want you to have as little stress as possible… Besides…"/ ‘hm, what?’/ ‘The kids have been asking about you too…’. When he said that, it brought a smile to her face. “Really?"/ ”Mhm…listen, I don't want to rush things, okay? But I want you to be okay… So"/ ‘So… Can I come with you?’/ ‘First of all, another try…’/ ‘And when the baby arrives?’

“We'll see, okay? I think… I need to see the little thing first, maybe even hold it in my arms, to be able to judge whether evantually it's mine… Or not. O.k.?"/ ”hmhm. Then… I'll just go and get my things, all right?"/ ‘Hey, wait…’ It couldn't go fast enough for Pauline. She ran off to Zelda's house and packed her things.

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themuse-if · 10 months ago

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I was pondering classic angst asks that might fit the university setting I think this one lines up okay.

What's ROs’ reaction to the mc being dressed up for a date with someone else and asking them how they look?

And how do they react when MC comes home in tears because their date stood them up or ended poorly?

Anyways that's my ask thanks for taking the time to read it, hope you're doing good!

Hello! I love that I'm getting to this ask after creating the other non RO hallmates I think it'll make it even more fun for you guys to visualize MC's date as one of them! Let's say that they're in the friendship/very early crushing stage for this one.

Roxanne/Robbie

Before the date: *sees MC coming out of their room* Well don't you look like your off somewhere special? *quirks their brow and smirks while waiting for MC's response* Oh, I see. So who's your hot date? August? Shit MC look at you going out with tall, dark and mysterious. Be sure to dish all the dirty details later. *gives MC a quick wink and walks away*

After the date: *is hanging out in the common room, then sees MC come in looking rather upset* Hey MC, you good? Do you want to talk about it somewhere more private? *walks MC to their room* Ok now that we're alone tell me what happened. *MC tells them that it was just a shit date and not at all what they pictured, they just didn't click and MC feels dumb and embarrassed* Is that all? I thought I was gonna have to beat their ass for being rude or standing you up? Well MC I know you must be feeling crappy, but it could have been a lot worse. And trust me when I say there are plenty of people just waiting for you to look their way. And you're bound to feel that spark with one of them. *gives MC a telling and heated look*

Joleen/Johnny

Before the date: *sees MC heading out all dressed up* Hey you, where are you headed? *MC ask them why they want to know* You just look really nice so I was curious. *MC tells them about their date with Kaden* A date? With Kaden? Oh that's...cool. Have a nice date. * leaves MC with and awkward wave and a smile*

After the date: *runs into MC on their way to the dorm practice rooms* Hey MC, how'd it go? *MC continues to rush past them into the music room* Ok... *follows MC into the music room* So I guess it wasn't the best date you've ever had... *awkward laugh* Do you want to talk about it? *MC tells them there isn't much to talk about since Kaden didn't show up* Shit, that really sucks. Did he at least call or text you with an explanation? *MC shakes their head* So he's an asshole. That's not your fault. *MC nods still looking frustrated* Do you want to work through what your feeling? *MC looks at them confused, Jo hands them the drumsticks and sits them behind the drumkit* Just fuck around and let it all out. I know from lots of experience that you'll feel so much more free if you just express how your feeling in a cathartic non harmful way.

Delphine/Desmond

Before the date: *sees MC on their way out of the residence hall* Look at you. *friendly grin* Well don't you clean up nice. Let me guess off to a date? *MC grins and tells them with whom* Kiana, oh that's nice, she seems sweet. I'm sure you two will have a nice time. Don't let me keep you form your date. I'll see you around.

After the date: *finds MC in the common room kitchen eating a tub of ice cream alone* Ah...so...how was the date? *MC holds up the half eaten tub of ice cream and shrugs* Yeah that was a stupid question. Well what happened to get you knee deep in the cookies and cream? *MC tells them their date was ok but just not what they had wanted, it seemed like Kiana's mind was elsewhere* Well it's 100% their loss. If they couldn't realize what a great person they had right in front of them then its not worth wasting your time. Hey pass me a spoon, let me make sure you don't eat that whole thing alone. *they both start cracking up*

Rina/Ren

Before the date: *sees MC walking through the common room* Hey MC, you look nice. *MC tells them about their date with Monica* Oh Monica I have a few classes with her. Her form is fantastic. I think she's as bored in contemporary as me though. Oh sorry for rambling...well have a nice date. I'll see you later.

After the date: *sees MC in the hallway rushing to their room* Uh, are you ok? You look a bit upset... *MC tells them that Monica stood them up* Wow that's really shitty. Have they said anything? *MC tells them that they texted Monica and it turns out she was practicing, she said she just forgot* Damn that's just...wow. Forget about her, she obviously isn't worth your time. I'll...uh...talk to you later MC, don't be too down. *R sees Monica the next day in class and endlessly glares at her before telling her off after class*

Everly/Everett

Before the date: *sees MC rushing out of the hall* Where are you rushing off to? *notices how nice MC looks* Oh shit never mind, you're obviously about to go on a date. And if you aren't you should be. *MC chuckles and tells them they're right and that their date is Kaden* Well I hope you have a good date...but if you don't you could always come have more fun with me. *gives MC an exaggerated wink, they share a laugh before parting ways*

After the date: *hears a knock at their door, opens it to find MC looking visibly upset* Come on in. Looks like you've had an eventful evening. Go on spill the beans. *MC tells them that their night was not eventful at all since Kaden didn't even show and now he isn't responding to MC's texts* Wow I honestly haven't really talked to him that much, but I thought he seemed pretty ok. Turns out he's piece of shit who doesn't have the human decency to treat others with basic respect. *Eyes go wide with mischief* Hey MC, why don't we get a little...revenge? *cheeky grin*

Karla

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus* Hey MC, how're you? Haven't seen you around lately. *MC catches up with them and tells them about their date with Ishara* I don't think I've met them yet but I'm sure you'll have a good time. If nothing else you look fantastic so they'll be drooling over you in no time. Well I won't hold you up, good luck.

After the date: *MC texts them letting them know that their date was shit, it didn't even happen since Ishara didn't show, Reyes give MC a call* Hey...so have they said anything? *MC says no* Have you said anything? *MC says no* Well you probably should, maybe something happened. They might have a reason for not showing up. *MC shoots Ishara a quick text, and they reply telling them how sorry they are, they had food poisoning and have been in and out of the bathroom all day* If they're telling the truth then that's a pretty good excuse. It's up to you to give whether or not you want to give them a second chance though.

Faye

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus* Well, well, well aren't you looking spicy MC! Who's the lucky person taking you out tonight? *MC laughs and asks how they knew* I mean look at you! You look like you're ready to stop traffic! You still haven't told me who though... *MC tells them it's Jacob* Hmm I think I've seen him around, he's a studio arts major right? *MC says yes* Well you have to let me know how it goes! Have fun! Don't give your date a heart attack looking so hot. *fans themself, and shares a laugh with MC before parting ways*

After the date: *MC texts Faye letting them know their date didn't go as planned, Faye tells MC she's coming over* So how're you holding up? *MC tells them that it wasn't even that bad there was just no spark it felt like a date with their brother* Oh ok, you can't force yourself to have feelings for someone. When you know, you know, right? Why don't you just take some time to figure out what it is you're looking for. And once you've figured that out then you should put yourself back out there.

Sebastien

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus, stops dead in his tracks and give MC a long look up and down* You look amazing... Are you meeting someone? *MC tells him about their date with Kaden* Well I hope he knows how lucky he is. I don't want to make you late so... Have a good night MC, let's catch up later.

After the date: *MC calls Seb sounding really upset, he's over to their dorm in no time* How the fuck does he have the audacity to stand you up!?! He obviously isn't worth one second of your time. Did he at least try to make up some sort of excuse? *MC says no, and that he hasn't been responding to their texts* Listen MC *Seb grabs MC by the shoulders at meets them at eye level* you deserve so much better. You deserve someone who will cherish you and value every opportunity to be in your presence. *pulls MC into his arms* Just know that you shouldn't close yourself off because of this.

Maxine

Before the date: *Max is sitting on MC's bed watching them get ready for their date* What about that top, you know the one that really compliments your eyes. Yes, that one! You look great! When are you meeting Kaden? 30 minutes! Well what are you still doing here you should head out or you'll be late. *MC starts to head out* You have to tell me everything later! Good luck! *MC leaves, Max heaves a heavy sigh*

After the date: *is chilling in her dorm room reading when MC storms in* Aren't you back a bit soon... weren't you supposed to do dinner and a movie? *MC tells her he didn't show up* What do you mean he didn't show up? Did he say anything? *MC quietly says they waited for for 2 hours without a single word* YOU WAITED FOR 2 HOURS! AND HE'S GHOSTING YOU! *Max takes a deep breath and gets scary quiet* I'm going to beat that posh little pricks ass. Just wait until I see his stupid face he's gonna regret this. *MC starts to laugh* What the fuck why are you laughing? *MC says that it doesn't matter since they have a friend like her* Whatever I'm still gonna beat his ass. *MC starts to crack up feeling thankful for such a caring friend*

Silas

Before the date: *sees MC in the common room while he's posting the weeks events on the bulletin board* Hey MC, am I gonna see you at game night later? *MC tells him they won't be around since they have a date with Monica* Oh, I should have guessed since your all dressed up. You look nice by the way. *clears his throat* Well have fun on your date.

After the date: *Sees MC trying to sneak through the common room unnoticed with tears running down their face* Hey MC...are you ok. *MC tells them in a hushed tone that Monica never showed up that they were practicing, forgot about the date and didn't even apologize* Oh wow...ok. I'm not sure if I should get caught up with my advisee's love life, but just know that this isn't about you. Lots of people are into you trust me a few have come to me looking for advice. Monica skipping out on you is their loss. Keep your chin up ok. Come find me if you need to talk...about anything. That's what I'm here for right. *give MC a goofy grin and a friendly pat on the shoulder*

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 8 months ago

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𐌕ⶴ𐌄 𐌌ዐ𐌌ቹ𐌍ፕ ሠ𐋅ቹ𐌐ቹ ቹᕓቹ𐌐ሃ𐌕ⶴ𐌉ክᏵ Ꮤቹ𐌍ፕ ነ𐌕ጎ𐌋ረ

Woah...What's up with this place?

*The 78th Class continue making their way through the factory after their battle with Celeste concludes. With everything now taken care of, the only mission left is to get out, so they make their way to the hangar.

I think I might have passed by this place after I...well...split off from the rest of the group. I found Celeste, Koyasunaga and Yumeno here.

Then this would be the main reactor room. Well, the control room at least.

Is there a map in here? How far away are we from the hangar where Shuichi Saihara and the others are gathering?

Do we still have Amami's map?

According to it, our destination should be just below us. Within exactly 1 mile.

Oh...Good...Then this won't be as challenging as I thought.

You know, for some reason I really wish you hadn't said that.

Yes, I'm sorry, that came out of my mouth against my will.

...?

I mean, come on. We got Celeste, and basically all Zetsubou are down and out by now. What's the worst that could happen?

Can you guys stop jinxing us!?

Ah!? S-Sorry!

...

Well, I mean...Since we've got a minute...Would it be rude of me to ask what happened to your face, Kurafto? And...are you doing ok?

...

He says "Took a grenade" and "No, not really."

You say-uh-SIGN that so casually...Is this not the first time you've taken a grenade dead on?

...

*Kuripa shakes his head.

Ok, I can tell that first bit means no.

Well, he said "it's honestly not that uncommon for super hard people to take grenades these days. Mukuro and Sakura have done it a lot before."

He's not wrong.

You and I are gonna have to have a long talk when you get patched up...However the hell that happens...

Just be prepared to have a scar going across your face for the foreseeable future Kuripa. I know your smug chops matter to you, but I'm setting your expectations.

...

I KNOW it'll look "badass" but it's still not a good thing!

Wait, wait, hold on. Chihiro? What are you doing over there?

*Sayaka's voice grabs everyone's attention, and they turn to see the Ultimate Programmer over near the desks, tapping away at the monitor.

Yeah...What ARE you doing Chihiro?

...I don't know how to put it, but...Something's not right...

Wh-What's not? What did you find?

*Everyone joins him at the monitor.

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pony-central · 8 months ago

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Winter Lovers - An SMG4 and SMG3 Story (Long Post)

Summary - Eight years ago, the Meme Guardians, SMG4 and SMG3, were both trapped in a cold home, where they went Cuckoo Crazy. Eight years later, they both get a faint memory of the incident.

It was a calm day at the SMG4 Castle. SMG4 was busy working on his latest video, when he had received a quick email from his friend, Mario.

SMG4: Oh, my God. Did Mario seriously send me another email? If it's anything like last time with the love email, then I won't bother with it.

He had recalled what happened last time when Mario had gotten the Love Letter virus, and had sent love letters to all of his contacts. SMG4, shivering in squick at that past email, opened the new one. And, to his surprise, it was an invite.

"Dear SMG4. Mario wishes to send you somewhere from your past. Hope you don't end up trapped again. From, your best friend Mario."

SMG4 was surprised at this sudden invite. He then smiled and packed his things. He thought he was going somewhere nice and cool.

SMG4: HOLY CRAP! Mario sent me an invite. He must know me so well. *sighs* I wonder where I'm off to. Ooh! Maybe it's somewhere like Hollywood, or the Bahamas. Ooh, or maybe Brazil. 😊

He ran out of his room with a suitcase and headed to where the Taxi was. The taxi then drove him off on a long drive to the unknown location.

At the Café, SMG3 was sending out people's orders. The café wasn't that busy, there were only three customers who all ordered lots of coffee. SMG3 was exhausted from sending out coffee. Eggdog barked to get his attention, for the puppy wanted beans.

SMG3: Aww, Eggdog. Business is kind of going slow, eh, little buddy? But, don't you worry about it. Soon we will be filthy rich, and -

His phone bleeped. There was an email for him, too. SMG3 sighed in annoyance as he opened the emails up. It was from Mario.

SMG3: *sighs* Mario, I swear to God, if it's that video of spaghetti being made, you're gonna get it! 😞

SMG3's eyes opened wide as he read the email twice over. It was the same email Mario had sent SMG4, just with SMG3's name instead.

SMG3: *gasps* A free vacation?! Oh, my God, I love vacations! I'll get ready right away. Eggdog, you're in charge while I'm gone. Love you. 🥰

He gave Eggdog a kiss on the forehead and left the café with two bags of luggage. He was smiling from ear to ear, as he put on a pair of sunglasses, expecting to be somewhere warm and cosy.

Back with SMG4, the blue Meme Guardian was wondering where he was going. He noticed it was getting a bit on the cloudy side.

SMG4: Oh, ha ha. Looks like a thunderstorm is approaching. Ha ha. OK, I don't think we're gonna experience sunny skies for the entire week, eh? So, where AM I going for my holiday? Hawaii? Japan? Thailand? Pee Pee Island? 🤩

Swag: We're not going to any of those places.

SMG4: Oh. Then... Where AM I off to? 🤨

Swag: You are going to the Arctic. Hope you have a coat with you.

SMG4: The Arctic? But, that's impossible. Mario said I was going on holiday. 🤨

Swag: You ARE on a holiday... To the Arctic. You might need a coat, or a scarf. It'll be a long while before we get there. 😊

SMG4: OK? But, if I'm off to the Arctic, then where can I go for a bathroom break? 😟

Swag: That won't be a problem.

SMG4: *sighs in frustration* GODDAMMIT, Mario! 😞

SMG3 was in his own taxi, wondering if he was going somewhere nicer. He was relaxing in the back of the taxi cab.

SMG3: Huh. Now I'm wondering where I'm off to. A beach? Scotland? Ooh, maybe somewhere more fancy. 😊

Chris: You're off to the Arctic.

SMG3: WHAT?! But, the Arctic is so cold! How the fuck am I supposed to stay warm if I'm in a cold climate?! 😡

Chris: Wear a coat and scarf. 😊

SMG3: Ugh, typical Mario, sending me somewhere I'm gonna die. 😒

Once both taxis arrived at the Arctic, the Meme Guardians stumbled out of the cars. SMG3 was still in a fussy mood, and SMG4 was green in the face. There were a lot of speedbumps on the way there.

SMG3: Ohhh, why is it so c - c - c - COLD here? I'm freezing! 😫

SMG4: Ugh, that trip was awful. I feel sick. 🤢

SMG3: Whuh - SMG4? Is that you? 🤨

SMG4: S - SMG3? What are you doing here? 😟

SMG3: That's what I wanted to ask you. Why are you here, and... Why am I here as well? 😟

SMG3 then noticed that SMG4 didn't feel so good. The blue Meme Guardian was about to be sick, and that worried the purple Meme Guardian.

SMG3: Oh, man. You OK? 😟

SMG4: No... I feel like I'm gonna throw up. *gag* Too many speedbumps in the road. 🤢

SMG3 sighed. He then shook on the spot, he was freezing.

SMG3: I think it's best if we find some shelter. I'm getting colder by the minute. 🥶

SMG4: Good *gag* Idea. I could use some shelter. 🤢🥶

They both set off to find some shelter. SMG3 looked down and noticed that SMG4 was holding his right hand with his left one, and covering his mouth with his right hand.

SMG3: *mind* Man, SMG4 looks terrible. I should probably assist him while he throws up.

They both looked everywhere, but the couldn't find anywhere warm enough to sleep in.

SMG3: You feeling OK now? 🤨

SMG4: No... *gagging* Oh, God. It's gonna come up! 🤢😖

SMG3: Oh, shit! Don't worry, buddy. I'll be sure to get you somewhere. I promise.

SMG4 smiled a weak smile. They both saw a shadow that looked like an igloo of some sort. SMG4 blushed a bit, remembering the last time he was in an igloo with SMG3, one of his friends.

SMG3: You can't be fucking serious. Is that literally the ONLY shelter in the whole Arctic?! DAMMIT! 😡

SMG4: *gag* I'm gonna throw up, SMG3. 🤢

SMG3: *sighs* Just... I dunno, throw up somewhere in that igloo. I dunno. 🤨

SMG4: What? But, you remember what happened last time, right? 😰

SMG3: Just go ahead. We're, like, ten feet away from it. I'll wait for you until you're done.

SMG4: OK, if you insist.

He stumbled over to the igloo. He opened the door, where he noticed a TV and a toilet. He was relieved to have found a place to throw up. So, he did just that.

SMG4: *ducks over the toilet bowl and retches* Ugh. That feels so much better... OK, I best get out now.

The blue Meme Guardian walked over to the door and turned the doorknob. But, to his sudden alarm, the door was locked. He struggled to get it open, but it was locked from the outside. He heard Mario's laughter from outside, knowing the red plumber was the only one who had a key.

SMG4: What the? MARIO, LET ME OUT OF HERE! 😫

Mario: Mario's not gonna let you out until SMG3 is in there. Sorry. 😊

SMG4: *face-palm* Ohhh, GODDAMMIT! 😫

SMG3 was waiting for SMG4 to be finished in the igloo. When he noticed something was wrong, he walked up to the igloo.

SMG3: Huh. Wonder what's taking him so long. Huh.

He was then shoved into the igloo by Mario.

SMG3: WHAT THE - MARIO!!! 😠

Mario: Mario wants you guys to stay here and relive the incident from eight years ago. You're welcome. 😊

The Meme Guardians were both shocked. SMG4 could only blush, and SMG3 wasn't happy.

To be Continued...

#SMG4 #SMG3 #smg4 snowtrapped

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mrsnancywheeler · 7 months ago

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Hi hi hi ok ok so like, ive been obsessed eoth Phoebe Bridgers recently while writing my own song and stuff since i get to write a report on like a bunch of different artists for college and im including her in it.

But what i cane to say is that Billy and muse FULLY remind me of Moon Song.

More specifically the lines

"You couldn't have. You Couldn't have. Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody. Who loves you more. So i'll wait for the next time you want me. Like a dog with a bird in its mouth"

Like i dont know of it makes sense?? But like it just reminds me of them because of the fact that like this part of the song is practically talking about the denial of the idea of someone wanting another. Like, the relationship is unsteady and theres always that chance that someone else will come along (in this case other groupies) who would take away that attention or love or what ever it is. And then the dog analogy too?? Because the verse ends with a 'mm' to replicate the sound of a dogs whimper and begging to just get loved by another. Like the dog is a sign of trying to stay loyal, trying to stay devoted even going as far as bringing back a token to win what was had before back into their life (the bird).

AND AND THEN THERES THE LINES OF

"But now I am dreaming. And your singing at my birthday. And ive never seen you smile so big"

Like she's litterally trying to imagine things where better than they are. But in relation to Billy and muse, i fully interpret this line as muse's naivety at the very VERY beginning of it all and before that cycle starts back up. Like she's imagining things will be okay, things will work out and that it was 'just this once' or something like that.

But then theres also the line:

"But you're holding me like water in your hands"

Basically aluding to the fact that every time Bully has betrayed muses trust, it causes that break to happen and for her to fall apart all over again, just like water would when someone tries to hold it, it falls through the cracks and pours out of the palms.

Im probably like thinking wayyy too much into this but like I just wanted to share my thoughts haha. Also love your writing, like i cant express how many nights ive soent just re reading and re reading because my god it is so good. Anyways bye byeee

YES THIS IS SO REAL (again I'm humbly asking for forgiveness for taking so long 🥺)

muse knows very quickly that there will always be other girls, groupies, that he'll use to make him feel like he's not tied down, that he hasn't shared his feelings with someone, his love. and she's desperate for him not too, to put it behind her when he shows any morsel of wanting him. and whenever things have been good and she can slowly see him falling into old habits after saying something he feels is to revealing, too commiting, she's desperate for him not too. she gets clingier, tries to praise him more, offer him more sexual favors, anything to try and stop him. but one, her trying so hard shows she cares which reminds billy why he loves her and he doesn't want to think about that, two she's not letting him detach easily which makes it an annoyance, and three it's easier to snap than to admit wrongdoing. muse really does remind me of a puppy dog, coming around with big puppy dog eyes, snuggling up begging to be pet, whimpering for attention, any bone thrown she'll fetch and bring back.

muse totally convinces herself the first few times that it was just once, well a couple missteps, but it'll be alright. there's a whole future of good things, right? and he feeds enough into the illusion that the picture is almost complete before he starts to tear the photo up.

yes, yes, yes, eventually the water will slip through every crack possible, leaving only droplets also searching for escape, it might not happen quickly, but he provides the cracks and even if she's desperate to stay, each meltdown brings her closer to emptying his hands.

i love it when y'all think into it, it's so beautiful to have a community to overanalyze things with the silly little characters I've created in these universes, and I love it 💋 thank you so much for sharing, and that's literally the highest compliment. stuff like that keeps me writing because I'm so glad you can find enjoyment in it and re read and re read, I'm glad to share my thoughts and for them not to just be mine. bye!! ❤️

#wanda 💋#billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats x reader #anon

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nyx22-blogs · 2 years ago

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A Broken Kind Of Love

Warnings: Abuse, therapy, swearing

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A/N: sorry I haven't posted in a while, been working on a new fic and I've just been busy in general. Here's lots of angst with a nice Bucky to make it better. ❤️

Lifeless, depressed, numb and broken. Those were normal feelings for you now. What once used to be happy, energetic, funny and full of love was now empty.

All because of him

Everyone thought that after he left, after he broke you, you'd bounce back eventually. But you didn't. The things that happened..the things he said- the things he did. You'd never recover from the hell you'd gone through.

Abuse, whether it be physically or verbally always ends in the same way. A broken heart and a darkness slowly seeping through you. Salt on the wound, as they would say.

You were an idiot, you'd been so naive..so happy. You thought he'd love you so we'll. And he did. He listened to every word, he held every part of you, he loved every part of you-

Lies

They were all lies, he started to get angrier every day. Colder every night. The man that you thought loved you never truly did. Then he started with the words...the cold, ugly, hurtful words.

And then came the physical fights. He'd start grabbing you firmly in the middle of an argument, leaving bruises all over you. Then the times when he'd lay his hands on you.

Oh but he was so sweet afterwards

He'd cuddle you in your bed, tell you he was so sorry. He'd kiss every little bruise and mark caused by him and massage them until they went away.

Then he'd make new ones

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Then he'd forbid you from meeting up with friends or family. Everyone noticed, but they didn't dare say a word. The only person who truly tried to save you was your little sister Kate. She'd come back from London to your hometown to visit. She was the one who barged into your house one day and witnessed that monster of a man slam your head against the wall.

She was the one who threatened to kill him herself if she ever found him near you again. She was the one who held you close at night while you sobbed into the sleeves of her dresses. She was the one who saw what you became, a shell of yourself, someone who was no longer capable of feeling anything but hurt. She was the one who decided to take you to therapy, much to your dismay.

"Kate I don't want to go.."

"Oh, y/n sweetheart please? For me? It'll help you I swear! And well- if not then I promise I'll watch those godforsaken die hard movies with you." She said, her British accent rolling of the tongue as she walked you into the room.

You sighed and walked in the waiting room, as Kate spoke to the receptionist. Their conversation ended quickly and she came back to you.

"Right then uhm- I'll come pick you up after your session! Apparently missus grump over there has an issue with family accompanying newcomers. Something about adjusting on your own. But if anything happens I'll come right away! Ok? So don't hesitate if you need anything or if your hungry or if-"

"Kate. It's fine you can go. Thanks." You said, trying to put on your best I'm not a depressed bitch smile. You loved your sister, she was the only one who tried to help you after everything. She was a treasure, but she was also someone who never stopped worrying. You hated always being worried about. Always being helpless.

"Well then uhm, I- I love you. You'll do great!" She said as she kissed you on your forehead and walked out of the building.

"Love you too.." you mumbled.

You waited for the receptionist to call your name, wondering how the hell everything got like this. You heard the hell at the door ring and you turned to see who came through the door.

Oh, some guy. He looked kinda... familiar

He was tall, brunette and looked hella mad. Like, really really mad. Maybe he didn't want to be here either. He was talking to the receptionist and you couldn't help but overhear what they were saying. If you had to be hear might as well know who the hell you're with.

"James Buchanan Barnes, I'm here for Dr. Raynor."

"Oh yes, well she's not here today."

"But I had a-"

"Yes sir I know that you had a session Dr. Raynor but she isn't here today.

"I know that but I have to be here and I need a session with-"

"Sir I know but-"

"No you don't know it's court ordered and I need to get the session!"

You heard the lady sigh as she answered him again.

"Alright..I can see if we can do a double booking."

"What's that?"

"You'll do a double therapy, with another person."

"I-"

"No no, you wanted a therapy session so I'm giving a therapy session. Now please sit down sir, thank you."

He ran his hand through his hair and walked over to where you were. He was going to sit down in a chair one place down from you but some ass took it before he could. He sorta just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and looked nervous to sit down.

Shit did you really look that angry?

"You can sit." You said

"I- thanks.." he said quietly and sat down

~~~~~~

This continued on for a few days..him waiting for an invitation to sit down and he'd occasionally look at you..as of wanting to say something. But of course he'd close his mouth and look away.

As for the therapy, it was good. It helped a lot more than you'd admit.

As you walked out of the building, purse in hand, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around quickly and was greeted with bright blue eyes staring back at you.

"Oh- Bucky. Hey..you scared me."

"Sorry..uhm I- you know what I'm just gonna say it. I don't know what your situation is, what the hell happened to you or why you're here. But uhm- I'd like to.. I'd like to take you out sometime if that'd be ok." He said, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

Whoa

"I'd love that..."

You smiled to yourself..how ironic the situation was. Two somewhat messed up people liking each other. A broken kind of love..

#bucky #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #Bucky x angst #bucky angst #bucky x reader angst

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aladaylessecondblog · 7 months ago

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Faal Hah Wuld but omegaverse

Author's Note: I can't just do the entire fic like this so I'm skipping over a lot. This goes up until just after the Bleak Falls Barrow bite

P.S.: Ok I wrote it, brain, can I PLEASE write something else now???

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Traveling with Torovan had set an itch beneath Sadrith's skin, but she'd kept putting it off as annoyance. The man was arrogant beyond measure, and looked down on her for her skill in thievery and stealth. Yet...

Yet the snobbish alpha had a certain...well, she wasn't sure what to call it. Appeal? It mystified her to think of him as anything less than an uppity old mer who thought little of her. The strangest part was she felt the strength of that appeal more in the evening--and the only common denominator she could find to go along with that was her morning skooma dose finally wearing off. It only made her more eager to take the next morning dose, to ward off these thoughts and feelings that didn't make any sense.

The sight of his torso when they spent the evening in Blackreach had been...interesting. She was used to overfocusing on things, they'd just take hold of her mind and not let go for a while, but that interest, it had persisted. She told herself it was fine, it had only been a few days - it would pass. It always did.

But it was his scent that really seemed to hit her. Something of spice and musk, scents she wouldn't normally like but coming from Torovan they seemed almost...alluring. She wanted to plant herself in his robe just to get more of it, cover herself in it. But as with so many other strange habits and intrusive thoughts she brushed it off, even if it was more difficult with this. Her mind did strange things all the time, after all.

She vaguely recalled hearing something about an alpha's scent affecting others in different ways, though she couldn't remember too many details. Other alphas might be angered, betas didn't seem to be affected much at all, but omegas...

...well, she wasn't one, she knew that much. You had to present before anything could really happen, or at least that's what she'd been told. And she'd never presented. There were scent glands on her neck but if they produced anything none of the handful of lovers she'd had had ever said much about it.

Save, of course, a single exception--she'd flirted with Marcurio, that imperial mage for hire down in Riften. He'd mentioned her scent was off-putting, a vague 'earthy mint'. But thankfully, it was faint, and that hadn't stopped her enjoying his company.

All in all things had stayed relatively normal until they'd hit Bleak Falls Barrow. Torovan's blood bottles had broken, and (definitely recklessly) feeling curious about what it felt like to be bitten, fed from, Sadrith had offered her own neck.

"Are you SURE?" he asked.

"I've already eaten, I'm tired from the walking...it'll probably put me right to sleep. Go ahead, take my blood."

She'd taken her spot on her bedroll, and waited. Torovan had knelt beside her, leaned over, and for a moment she luxuriated in a deep inhale of his scent.

"You're too trusting," he said as he leaned down, "You know that can get you killed, don't you?"

"If you were going to kill me you'd have done it already."

A brief brush of his fangs against her neck. A slight tenseness, and then--eagerness? Where had that come from?

Sadrith's entire body jolted when the fangs pierced her neck, though - and what followed was an absolutely divine spasm of pleasure. She only barely stopped herself crying out, but still a stifled moan passed her lips.

Torovan seemed unaware of all this--he was hungry, after all, and her blood was the main point. There was a sudden growl, and she stayed limp to make it easier for him to feed. He guzzled it, like he hadn't tasted blood in weeks, like--

--suddenly his tongue swiped upwards, and he jolted back, away from her. Somewhat dizzied, Sadrith reached up to heal the wound, confused as to why even stroking over the bloodied spot gave off the pleasurable tingle that it did.

"Why didn't you TELL ME?" Torovan suddenly burst out, wiping away the few drops of blood still on his lips.

"Tell you what?" Sadrith swayed a little as she sat up, and found herself pushed back down. Puzzlingly, Torovan brought the pillow from his bedroll over and slipped it beneath the one of her own. "I don't understand."

"That you were an omega. Did you think you were clever, hiding it?"

"Clever--what--no! I wasn't lying when I said I'd never presented. I've never shown any signs of any of..."

She actually felt insulted. Another thing to puzzle over was the anger in that eye of his she could see. He was furious with her, and the thought had never really bothered her before. ...so why did it now?

Unless...

"Oh, no..." Again she sat up, and as Torovan was on the point of getting up she reached for him. "I'm sorry, I didn't--I really didn't know."

Her hand caught the sleeve of his robe but he yanked it quickly away.

Sadrith felt a stab of pain in her chest and hated it instantly. It felt like the sort she got when panic came on her suddenly, and what she supposed must be the oft-talked-about bond would've told her what she needed to know if she'd been too dim to figure it out from his reaction.

He doesn't want this.

She barely knew him but that feeling was inexpressibly painful, and she resented it just for existing. Great - just what she needed, more thoughts and feelings she couldn't control! She didn't want it either - or at least thought she didn't. There was a craving for his company she couldn't simply shove off.

The sight of Torovan's slowly retreating back had a cold feeling creeping up once the pain receded.

Sadrith turned away, and curled up to the pillows. The scent of him was on it at least, and that seemed to calm the sudden drop in her mood a bit - but not by all that much.

Your mate does not want you.

She tossed and turned a bit. Of course. Of COURSE, with all the shit that had been flung at her since coming to Skyrim, of course there'd be added an accidental claiming from someone who didn't want her anyway.

The thoughts of him as a mate were just her mind playing tricks on her like it did with everything else. This was just from the bite. It was nothing. Fated mates didn't just happen anymore.

Your mate does not want you.

Everything would be FINE. She'd just have to get him down to Riften and back to Winterhold and then--

Sleep was slow to come, but it did finally come to send her into a dreamless oblivion.

When they woke they did their best to ignore one another. He barely looked at her, didn't speak to her, and once they were ready for the day headed for the barrow's door without a word.

As she walked Sadrith hunted through her bags for a scarf, and placed it carefully around her neck.

If he was going to reject her, she was going to hide that the bite had ever happened.

As she (surreptitiously) took her morning dose of skooma she reiterated it.

Everything would be FINE.

#dagoth ur #im sure the ignore it and itll go away thing will work out great for voryn #god help any poor bastards who flirt with her #dragonborn is adhd and the skooma she takes to treat it is interfering with her normal omega biology #vampire voryn dagoth #omegaverse #the adhd is winning #dragonborn #fanfiction #the adhd is adhding #skyrim

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spnexploration · 2 years ago

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Collared part 25

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Bad news from Garth.

Warnings: drug use

Word count: 1.6k

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Part 24 <- -> Part 26

Dean came in from the garage with his arms full of groceries. Sam jumped up and followed him back to the car to grab some more. Once they were at the car’s boot, Sam muttered to him, “Bad news from Garth.”

“Shit, what?” Dean whispered back.

“Azaneth has resurfaced.”

“Fuck.”

“We’re going to have to tell her, she'll never trust us again if we don't.”

Dean groaned, “This is going to kill her.”

“I know.”

“Where is he? What's our plan for ganking the bastard?”

“Still waiting on more intel from Garth and his network. He fled the city where the last hunter saw him.”

“Ok. Let's get the food away and then tell her.”

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“Hey, Y/N, we uh, we need to chat,” Sam said after knocking on your door and gently opening it. “Can you come to the library?”

You looked worried. “It’s nothing about you or anything you've done wrong. We just have some news to share.”

“Bad news?” you said tentatively.

He reached out to touch your shoulder, “It'll be ok.”

He walked you to the library with his arm gently around your shoulders. He watched your reactions closely, trying to see if this was providing you comfort like he intended or worrying you.

Dean was sitting in his normal seat at the library tables when the two of you walked in. He looked over at the two of you and must have seen something in your face because he looked around him and saw the cushion next to his chair. “Shit, sorry Y/N, I didn't even notice it,” he said.

“It’s ok,” you said quietly. Sam gave your shoulder a rub.

“Do you want to sit? Stand? We can sit on the floor if you'd like?” Sam asked, slightly awkwardly.

“You sit down, I'm ok,” you mumbled. He thought you might have been embarrassed so he crossed quickly to his seat, not wanting to seem like he was interrogating you about your difficulties with furniture.

Dean looked expectantly at him. This would probably go over with you better if he said it. “After we fought the witch, we asked some of our hunting buddies to keep an eye out for Azaneth,” Sam started. You stiffened at the sound of his name. “Well, one of them found him last night. Garth rang me to tell me a little while ago.”

“Where is he? What happened to your friend?” Your voice shook and he could see you tremble.

“Belinda is ok, but Azaneth got away. But now we have someone who knows what he looks like now, she's going to try and sketch it for everyone.”

“What?”

“He changed vessels. He's, um, in another person.”

“He’s inside a person?!” He could see your ‘mind blown’ moment playing across your face, and then another emotion replaced it. Horror? Shame?

“Uh, yeah, demons possess people. They don't have their own body.”

“Why did he change? To sneak up on us?”

“Uh, no,” Dean answered. “He smoked out of his last vessel in the fight when we nearly had him. So he would've had to find a new one.”

“You nearly had him?” Your voice sounded slightly hopeful.

“Yeah, it was after he'd gone with you. We killed his henchmen and then went and found him, but then he smoked out and we couldn't find you. Guess you were with the witch.”

“I was in a cupboard,” you said quietly.

Dean clenched his fists. “They put you in a cupboard?!”

“Well, first Azaneth cut me up but then my mi- the witch came and told him to go kill you instead so they attached my leash inside a cupboard and locked it.”

“Fuuuck me,” Dean breathed quietly, and Sam found himself swearing too.

“I'm sorry, Y/N,” Sam said to you.

“Hey, it’s fine, was probably the least traumatic time I ever saw him,” you joked weakly. Neither brother laughed.

There was an awkward pause.

“Ok, well, we wanted to tell you he's back,” Sam said. “But he doesn't know where you are. This bunker is warded, he can't just appear here even if he knew where it was. And all of the hunters we or Garth know will be looking for him.”

You nodded, although Sam could tell you were scared. He didn't blame you. They'd failed to protect you last time.

“Is that it?” you asked, fidgeting with your hands.

“Yes. I'm sorry, Y/N.”

You turned and left, walking quickly. Sam watched you go, his heart wrenching at how you must be feeling.

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“That went better than expected,” Dean muttered to Sam after you'd gone.

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Dean was walking through the bunker when he thought he heard a noise. He went to investigate. He relaxed when he heard you humming, although it was a little strange that you were down this end of the bunker. You also didn’t normally hum. But at least it didn’t sound like an intruder.

He walked into the war room and stopped dead in his tracks.

You were sitting on the table playing with a revolver.

You had the bullets in your hand and were dropping them back into the cylinder one at a time. You missed and dropped one to the floor, giggling about it. You spun the cylinder and pushed it back in, then flicked it out again and spun it some more.

Dean was very confused and very, very worried.

You noticed him. “Dean!” you said, strangely excited to see him. But then you flicked the cylinder back in and pointed the gun at him. “Look what I found!”

Your pupils were tiny pinprick holes and you didn’t really seem to be focusing on him. Fuck.

He discreetly moved his hand into his pocket and hit the couple of strokes on his phone required to automatically dial Sam. After waiting a few seconds until he thought his brother would have picked up, he said, “Ok, Y/N, how about you put the gun down? I know it’s called the war room but that’s not really what it’s for.”

“But I like it,” you said, frowning in an almost comical way. “You’re always telling me what to do, STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!”

It was almost amazing, Dean thought, his talent for getting you angry. One second happy, then BAM – angry. You weren’t normally brandishing a loaded gun near him though. You weren’t exactly pointing it at him all of the time, but you were waving it around while you spoke to him, and it was probably pointing in his direction at least half the time.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, trying to placate you. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Well, good. I’m sick of doing what everyone else wants. You’re mean and I’m not going to show you what I found.”

“That’s ok, I understand.” He saw Sam duck his head around the door behind you. He needed to talk to distract you. “I’m sorry you feel like everyone is always telling you what to do, that must be-” he cut himself off, jumping to grab your torso and other arm after Sam had grabbed the arm holding the gun. Sam wrenched it to point at the floor, away from Dean, and was wrestling to get the gun out of your grasp. The gun went off, embedding the bullet in a wooden chest of drawers.

You howled and yelled at them, “Stop! It’s mine! I want it!”

Sam got the gun free and put it in the waistband of his pants. Dean wrapped his arms around your torso and held both of your hands as you struggled. “I think she’s taken something,” Dean told Sam. “Go look for what in her room or the infirmary.” Sam nodded and jogged out the door.

“Ok,” he said, turning his attention back to you and releasing his grip on your arms, “What did you take?”

You shrugged out of his grip and stepped away from him, then crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “And WHY would I tell you?”

“So I can save your life.”

You glared but it lacked your usual vigour. “Why bother?”

He sighed, “You going to come willingly or am I going to have to carry you?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Wrong answer,” he said gruffly, hoisting you up over his shoulder and binding your legs together with one strong arm. You hit and tried to kick at him, but he ignored it.

“Put me down!!”

“No can do, sweetheart.” He marched down the corridor to the bathroom, finally putting you down in one of the toilet cubicles. “Alright, you get to choose: your fingers, my fingers or salt water?”

“WHAT? You are not cutting off my fingers!”

“No, you’re going to make yourself vomit, or I’m going to do it for you.”

You giggled, “Vomit is a funny word.”

Sam came jogging in at that moment, shaking a small pill bottle. “I think it’s these, opioid pain meds, but there aren’t heaps missing. I googled and it said don’t try and make them vomit, and if she’s still conscious and didn’t take that many it looks like maybe she’s just high, not overdosing.”

You looked annoyed at Sam. “That's mine! And I am not high!”

“Yeah, right, Bambi,” Dean replied sarcastically. “You just nearly shot me and your pupils are practically AWOL.”

“A-what? Oh, are you being an owl? A wolf?”

“My point exactly.” He turned back to Sam, “You take first shift babysitting, I’m gonna babyproof the bunker.”

“You guys got a baby?!” You said, jumping excitedly and clapping your hands.

“It was easier when you could just order her not to touch stuff,” Dean muttered as he shuffled out of the cubicle, past his brother.

He heard Sam behind him turning to you, “Ok, Y/N, what do you want to do? Watch a movie with me?”

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