#and now hes using the good to keep our distance reason to not share the table w charlie and frank
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There have been moments, especially when we open our hearts to a husband , where you have felt a distance between you. I know It's as if the door to your heart opens just halfway, holding back parts of you out of fear, caution, or maybe something you now can't quite understand. It struck you deeply like a slap, and you couldn't help but fee this realisation, it sounds like you are being self centred "I can't believe you would be someone so selfish. That you cant give yourself over completely to your relationship. What a dried up and broken woman you have become"
The beauty of exploring love languages and embracing our vulnerabilities lies in their reflection of real-life relationships. These concepts encourage us to examine our own connections, fostering a deeper understanding and appreciation for the complexities of love. It's an invitation to reflect on how we communicate affection and how we can better align with our loved ones, paving the way for more fulfilling relationships
Have you noticed sometimes when you do want it from a your guy , it almost feels like youâre invisible to him?
Are you nodding along?
Has this happened to you?
You already know youâre smitten. With your husband, onlyâŚyouâre not bold and slutty, so you donât feel comfortable just walking over and dropping to your knees and unzipping his pants and pulling it out, or telling him that youâre horny and need fucking⌠now!
So what can you do because you know itâs insulting to him for you to be a boring prude?
Itâs fairly easy to get attention, but that doesnât in any way guarantee that he will want to fuck you. Just something to be aware of. Once you have his attention, youâll want to really notice what his reaction to you is. Does he smile while listening to every word, or is he busier checking his phone than talking to you? The sharper your observation skills, the less time you waste on knowing how to please him.
Grow upâŚyouâre acting like youâre in middle school. Youâre not. There are better, high-value ways to get his attention. Be his wife, his woman and his lover. Show him what you have and let him enjoy you.
Never be boring or distant.
Instead make yourself interesting and be interested in him and his desires. Learn what makes him hard.
Think of each moment like the dating game, you may be insecure about flirting or expressing your interest. It will take practice, but youâve got this! Show some sexual aggression and really let him know what you have in mind. Use your brain. Or play open docile and ditzy. If it makes him hard and your feeling horny and wet, know in your heart its working for you. Remember that.
Be his good girl a figure out what turns him on and makes him hard, and interested. Usually, within a few minutes of conversation and , you can deduce this. Obviously, look for a bulge, but also keep an eye out for signs of breast gaze and lip gazing what part of your body is he focused upon! Display yourself with abandon like the women these men look at on Tumblr. They are interested atvtmhem for a reason. Forgot you self and think about why men masturbate to these kind of women pictures.
Let it change you prudish self.
Keep the conversation going once you have his attention, and make it clear that youâre not just being normal friendly (youâre being flirty friendly!). Use your language in and out of the bedroom to keep him engaged.
âYou make me so wetâ
âNever Stopâ
âThat feels amazingâ
âDoes that feel good?â
âI can feel your dick throbbingâ
âI want you here right nowâ
âI want You so badâ
âI was thinking about you todayâ
â oh fuck me, Just Like Thatâ
âYou make me want to screamâ
âFill me upâ
â I'm curious honey what porn makes you. Hardâ
âFuck me like you mean itâ
âHarderâ
âI feel tiny in your armsâ
âI love youâ
âI love your dickâ
âI want your cumâ
âKiss Meâ
âMake me cum babyâ
âSeeing you right after a workoutâ
âTaste Meâ
âYour cock is stretching me outâ
âI'm not wearing my panties todayâ
Feel free to share you favourites with me.
Oh God, this felt amazingly good to write. I am sooo ready for him.
S_XXX
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dennis saying "we spend every waking minute together [with charlie and frank], it'll be good for us to keep our distance" as an excuse to not share a table with them during his monthly dinner with mac... as if he and mac aren't the ones who ACTUALLY see each other 24/7 since not only do they work together, but they also literally live together too. incredible.
#good for us to keep our distance suree#it's funny bc he said the same thing when he realised hes codependent w mac after dee called him out for it#and now hes using the good to keep our distance reason to not share the table w charlie and frank#so mac and him can have their monthly date together without them#so basically he used to say it to get out of his codependency w mac and now hes using it to be even more codependent on mac#i mean s8 wise. not rly now now#im aware that dennis also just hated the idea of approaching them first for ego reasons btw#i just think that dennis sometimes seems pretty unaware#like hes painfully aware but also unaware bc hes deep in denial if that makes sense??#like how hes so yuck at the fact of being a partner/lover whatever to mac#and says the i sleep w women but im emotionally involved w mac line as a pretend thing#without realising that hey thats. thats literally it. thats the literal truth to their relationship tbh#i kinda think he does realise it but he buried it deep and sometimes it'll hit him hard randomly and he would do impulsive things thus#whatever idk#macdennis#iasip posting
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[SUMMARY: Joel and you have a close friendship until Sarahâs mother returns and he rudely pushes you away. He never knew you were in love with him or that he himself was in love with you until Tommy wants to date you.]
Angst jealous Joel, mention of blood
âJoel can you pass the butterâ Sarahâs mother could be heard in the background as Tommy and you were still sharing a small moment. Joel hadnât taken his eyes off you not realizing that he was being called.
For a few years now you had grown to be a close friend to Joel and especially close to Sarah. Joel didnât date much as he was strict on not bringing just any woman around his daughter. The two of you got close with you being his neighbor and you helping Sarah with things her father needed a womanâs help in. Sarah always teased her father about dating you, yet you having a bigger age difference than he was used to made him hesitate. Through it all Joel never suspected the feelings you had for him. Things always seemed good between all of you, that was until Sarahâs mother suddenly made a return.
There was an obvious difference since her mother had returned, you realized you hadnât been seeing Joel or Sarah as much as you used to. The thought hurt you as he never knew the strong feelings you had for him yet you never found the courage to knock on his door like you used to.
That afternoon you caught Sarah coming out of the house and quickly called out for her to wait for you. Rushing back inside you bought out pastries you baked, pastries you knew Joel loved.
âHey, I made these for you guysâ
âOh I havenât had these in forever, youâre the bestâ she reached in for a hug.
âYou should come over tonight, weâre having our usual movie night..â
âOh, havenât had one of those in a while. Iâll bring the popcornâ you smiled as she grinned when you were both interrupted by her mother.
âSarah, letâs go!â The sound of her motherâs voice made you look up to find her in the passenger seat of Joelâs truck, you never realized she was there. She was a fairly attractive woman, you could see what Joel saw on her as hard as it was to admit.
She didnât acknowledge you and so you didnât say a thing to her but you noticed Sarahâs expression change.
âThatâs my momâŚIâll see you aroundâŚâ she walked away just as you heard the door behind you open, Joel stepped out.
âJoelâ you stood as he greeted you with a smile.
âItâs been a whileâ his eyes wandered over your features.
âYeah, it has been huhâ you nodded as he smiled at you. Joel missed having you around, he missed your company but he knew how Sarahâs mother would feel and so he tried to keep his distance. The only reason he seemed to be working on things with Sarahâs mother was because he thought it was what his daughter deservedâŚher parents together, not knowing her true feelings towards her mother.
âWell any ways, I left Sarah with those pastries you guys always love. Hope itâs enough for all three of you. Sarah just invited me tonight, so I guess weâll catch up later?â Joelâs expression changed to something you couldnât quite understand but he nodded before her mother called out once again.
âJoel hurry up!â She yelled from the car honking the horn.
âYeah, Iâll see you tonight. Thank you, darlinââ Joel got in his truck immediately sensing an attitude from Sarahâs mother.
âWhat was that girl on about?â
âShe baked us some dessert and-â
âI invited her to movie night tonight!â Sarah exclaimed.
âExcuse me?â Her mother turned to her.
âY/n usually joins us for family nightâ Joel attempted to explain.
âSheâs not familyâ Joel looked back at her not liking her tone.
âSheâs been like family to usâ he tried to explain but she wasnât having it.
âWell sheâs not, so tonight itâs just gonna be us three. Got it?â She turned looking out the window as Joel looked at the rear view mirror and could see Sarahâs disappointment.
After dropping Sarah off at her friends, Joel felt it was the perfect time to have a bigger conversation about Sarahâs relationship with you.
âListen, about y/nâŚyou gotta understand sheâs been there for Sarah for a long time now,-â
âSo, itâs not like sheâs her motherâ
âDammit, I know that but to Sarah sheâs been everythingâ Sarahâs mother crossed her arms looking ahead.
âWell Sarah better get rid of any attachment to that girl, sheâs nothing to anyone.â
âThat woman has done more for her than I could sayâ Joel pushed the argument.
âJoel, I said itâs done. Iâm her mother, not her nor anyone else and Sarah just needs to understand her place. Sheâs the child and has no say-â
âI havenât raised her that way-â
âWell things change. Besides, that girl shouldnât be so close to Sarah. Itâs not good for our daughter, sheâs getting attached to someone that wonât always be around. I think you should cut itâ Joel narrowed his eyes on her.
âYou do it or I will. You want Sarah to get her heart broken when that woman has her own children and forgets about her?â Joel looked away continuing to drive knowing she had a point not knowing more than anything she wanted access to all Joel had. Since she had last seen him, he was successful with his own home and money that she wanted a part of.
âUnless you donât care about your daughterâs feelings, keep her around but if you do care for Sarah then do whatâs rightâ she manipulated him using the biggest thing she had against him.
Sarah.
âIâll talk to her tonightâ
That evening after work you took a fresh shower getting ready for movie night. Apart of you was anxious knowing youâd officially meet the woman who was now having something with the man you had been secretly in love with for so long. Brushing your hair humming to yourself you unexpectedly heard your doorbell. You could see Joel through the side window making you raise a brow.
âHey? Everything ok?â You asked as you opened the door. Usually greeting you with a smile, Joel was now serious.
âJoel?â
âListen um, there ainât no movie night tonightâ
âOkâ you chuckled a bit confused as to why he showed up at your door to simply express that plans were cancelled. It was strange, he could barely look you in the eye.
âLook, this ainât easy for me to sayâŚbut Sarahâs mother is back, Ima need you to give Sarah some space.â As much as what he said hurt, you kept a straight face.
âOf course,â you whispered.
âI wouldnât get in the way of that. Sarah is welcome to come by whenever, on her timeâ Joel brushed his hand over his lips, a little frustrated that you werenât getting the message and he would need to be more blunt.
âSarah wonât be cominâ by no moreâ for a moment you stood silent.
âOh I-â
âSarah donât need to be talkinâ to you no more. Her mother is here and it just ainât neededâ he blurt out. Joel didnât like saying this to you, yet he knew the only way to keep you away was to be as blunt as possible.
Where the hell was this coming from?
âJoel IâŚI know her mom is back in the picture, I never was trying to take her place. I only help-â
âWell donâtâ he spoke coldly leaving you speechless. After a few years of being so close you saw a side to him you never thought you would see. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, a knot in your throat you cleared your voice.
âDoes Sarah know?â
âIt donât matter, sheâll understandâ Joel almost sounded as if he was trying to convince himself that his daughter would get over this.
âAm I clear?â For the first time his eyes looked into yours and he noticed you struggling not to cry. The guilt he felt in his chest from the way you looked at him, he couldnât take but he had to be stern. He preferred him saying what needed to be said than Sarahâs mother disrespecting you.
âLoud and clearâ you whispered before closing the door in face and walking away.
Joel stood still for a minute wondering for a just a second if what he was doing was right. The thought of you forgetting about Sarah in the future like her mother said came to his mind again, it was true what she expressed..at the end of the day you were nothing to Sarah and eventually you would have your own life..
Joel walking back to the house ran into Tommy walking through the door.
âHey ainât y/n coming tonight?â
Joel shook his head.
âWhy not? Sarah loves doing trivia with her after the movie?â Tommy secretly asking because he wanted you around too.
âI put an end to it Tommyâ Joel spoke without looking his way.
âPut an end to what? Her being there for Sarah? What are ya doinâ man?â He shoved his shoulder, Joel knew he was never a fan of Sarahâs mother.
âItâs for Sarahâs own good, I know what Iâm doinââ Joel walked ahead not wanting to speak anymore of it.
About two months later Sarahâs mother was making breakfast when she found two pink flower cooking mittens and frowned.
âSarah, you help your father cook huh?â She laughed until Sarah shook her head.
âThose were y/nâs she comes over sometimes and would cook for us, I wonder why she hasnât come byâ Her words instantly wiping the smile from her face. The second Sarah turned she grabbed the mitts and threw them in the trash. Joel running down the steps noticing he was running late for work practically heading straight for the door.
âJoel I made breakfast!â She yelled out as he grabbed his bag.
âDonât have time, ya got Sarah today? Iâm running late, gotta go with Tommyâ her mother rolled her eyes throwing the spatula in the sink.
âI guess soâ Joel too much in a rush didnât notice the tone in her voice, giving Sarah a kiss on the head he rushed out.
Joel running out happened to see Tommy talking to you at the end of the drive way. He thought it was strange as he furrowed his brows but didnât say a word.
Starting the truck Joel watched the two of you talking through his rear view mirror. Looking at his brothers face he knew that damn look, his brother was flirting with you. Joel suddenly honked his horn twice making you and Tommy look up.
âIâll call you laterâ he winked at you before kissing your cheek and getting to the truck.
Joel looked behind as he backed his truck out of the driveway, his eyes taking a peak at you leaving for the day before he turned to his brother.
âWhat was that about?â
âOh uh, nothinâ I uh, IâŚI kinda asked her outâ he cleared his throat anxiously.
âYou asked her out?â Joel looked at his brother taken back by his statement.
âYeah, I meanâŚyou donât mind do ya? Nothinâ ever happened between you two so just figured Iâd shoot my shotâ he grinned as Joel began to drive.
âThat alright?â He asked looking over at his brother waiting for some kind of approval.
Joel clenched his jaw staring ahead.
âWhy would I careâ Joel stated with a shrug. Tommy looked away sensing something clearly bothered him but didnât say a word.
Joel spent his day at work not saying much to his brother, Tommy could sense the coldness from him as the day went on.
âJoel whereâs the-â
âGod dammit Tommy, you got the wrong damn pieceâ Tommy looked down confused.
âJust move, I got itâ he shoved his brother to the side and began to work as Tommy stepped back.
âJoel-â
âI got itâ he uttered low before his brother walked off angrily. Joel himself was trying to understand what exactly he was feeling. The anger that slowly built up inside him the more he thought about you dating Tommy, yet he himself couldnât even understand why.
During the ride home the two men were silent. Tension brewing between them as Tommy adjusted himself in his seat.
âI invited y/n over this weekend for dinnerâ Joelâs hand tightening on the steering wheel, he didnât say a word for a moment.
âSarahâs mother ainât gonna like it-â
âWell Sarahâs mother donât live there, I doâ Tommy defended himself. Joel remained quiet before arriving to the house and walking inside.
That evening Tommy had convinced you to come over for dinner. You hesitated after what was last said between you and Joel but Tommy insisted.
âItâs my home just as much as itâs hisâ Tommy defended himself, yet it still didnât feel right. Feelings for Joel didnât simply vanish but they did become easier to deal with, easier to ignore making you believe there were none at allâŚalthough that was far from the truth.
âY/n is coming over this weekendâ Tommy patted Sarahâs shoulder as she grinned with excitement.
âI beg your pardonâ Sarahâs mother turned with a clear look of disapproval.
âSheâs coming over for dinnerâ Tommy stood up straight facing her directly.
âI donât think so, Joel already knows-â
âSheâs gonna come over, thatâs the end of itâ Joel suddenly interrupted as he began to set the table.
âYes!â Sarah exclaimed.
âDidnât I say-â
âSarah go to your room, honeyâ without questioning a thing she quickly stood up and took her book with her to the room.
âJoel, you canât be seriousâ
âSheâs cominâ to be with meâ Tommy interjected, his words like alcohol on a wound for Joel yet it seemed to calm Sarahâs mother down.
âOh, well in that case, have funâ she shrugged thinking if Tommy kept you busy she wouldnât have to worry about you. A part of her had been suspecting if Joel had feelings for you since you two had last spoken. Without Joel knowing sometimes she would watch him through the window and catch him looking over at you house almost as if he was waiting for you to come out.
The evening arrived and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach for more reasons than one. That day you decided to put a touch of make up and wear your hair loose, something different for a change.
Tommy opened the door with a big grin as he let you inside. He could see the nerves in your eyes and subtly leaned in against you.
âRelax, youâre good hereâ he led you into the dining room where Joel and Sarahâs mother were. Joel with his back to you could hear when you walked in.
âNice to finally meet youâ Sarahâs mother greeted you with a hug, you could tell wasnât genuine.
âNice to meet you tooâ you smiled as Joel turned to you. He had never really seen you with your hair loose, the color of your hair framing your face bringing out your eyes.
âHi Joelâ Sarahâs mother noticing your hesitation just as Joel leaned in to greet you. His hand delicately on your waist as you felt his lips on your cheek.
âGood to see yaâ he stood back with a nod as you awkwardly looked down.
âWell, letâs set the table for the ladies. You can go sit in the living room and get to know Sarahâs mom, Sarah will be out in a bitâ Tommy placed his hand around your waist making Joelâs eyes follow.
âJoel?â Tommy cleared his throat making him quickly look up.
âYeah, weâll set up the table. You ladies go onâ Joel quickly turned his back as Sarahâs mother guided you to the living room away from the men.
Tommy could already see his brother was uncomfortable, but not for the reasons he thought.
âLook, Iâm sorry if her being around is makinâ you feel a kind of way. I know yâall didnât have the best last conversation with how you spoke to her-â
âShe told you, huhâ Joel responded with a sarcastic tone as he laid the table mats and plates down.
âYeah, she didâ Tommy now sounding a bit more defensive.
âYou gonna help me or what?â Joel uttered low before Tommy sighed and began to help. There was never going anywhere with Joel when it came to expressing feelings properly, the man was as stubborn as a steel wall.
After talking with Sarah and her mother for a bit, you grew to understand more as to why her and her mother didnât exactly click. Yet, it still wasnât as awkward as you thought it would be with her yet with Joel it was a different story.
Once dinner was ready you stood beside Tommy as he pulled out your chair for you.
âThank you, Tommyâ you smiled as you sat down, feeling Joelâs eyes on you from the head of the table. Joel wasnât the only one staring, Sarah herself was confused to see you with her uncle, she always expected you to be with her father. Joel noticed Sarah staring at you and cleared his throat to get her attention.
âSarah, mind your mannersâ she quickly looked away before leaning close to him.
âYouâre staring too, dadâ she whispered playfully. Sarahâs mother sat down not noticing the stare down the two were giving you as they quickly looked away.
âSo how long have you two been dating?â Sarahâs mother unexpectedly broke the silence.
âAbout a couple weeks nowâ Tommy responded.
âCouple weeks huh?â Joel looked up at his brother with a raised brow.
âYesâ he responded confidently.
âIâm surprised it didnât happen sooner since sheâs been around here for a while from what I heardâ Sarahs mother stated with a light laugh.
âWhy didnât it?â The slick tone in Joels voice, he couldnât hide how he felt about it as much as he tried to.
âWhy didnât what?â Tommy asked sitting up straight in his chair noticing his brotherâs tone of voice.
âWhy didnât you get together sooner?â Joel asked as he put a piece of food in his mouth, his eyes narrowing on Tommy.
âI guess the time just wasnât right then, brotherâ the two men silently stared at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat.
âWell, Iâm glad it happened when it didâ you spoke softly but you could feel Joelâs harsh stare now turn to you. Sarahâs mother silently watched the way Joel stared at you and Tommy, raising a brow at him she wondered why he seemed so bothered by you two.
âMe too, babeâ Tommy leaned in for a quick peck causing Joel to tense up.
âJoel can you pass the butterâ Sarahâs mother could be heard in the background as Tommy and you were still sharing a small moment. Joel hadnât taken his eyes off you not realizing that he was being called.
âJoelâ yet he continued watching the way you smiled at Tommy, the look in your eyes as he spoke to you.
âDadâ the sound of Sarahâs voice snapping him right out of it. He looked over at her before noticing Sarahâs mother staring at him.
âHuh, what is it?â
âI was asking you to pass the butterâ she raised a brow at him. Silently he passed the dish to her before adjusting himself in his seat and continuing to eat.
âWell anyways, I think itâs sweet that you two are togetherâ Sarahâs mother continued.
âI didnât see it coming, weâve known each other for so longâ you responded.
âI sure as hell didnât see it cominââ Joel mumbled under his breath as he stabbed a piece of meatloaf hard with his fork.
âWhat was that Joel?â Tommy squinted his eyes at him.
âI said I didnât see that cominâ, come to think of itâ Joel chuckled sarcastically.
âAlmost seems like it was a secretâ
Tommy knew you were beginning to feel uncomfortable as you wouldnât look up from your plate.
âWasnât no secret, didnât know I had to report who I was datinââ you suddenly gasped as Sarahâs mother accidentally knocked a glass of water your way. You quickly stood up as water spilled onto your skirt.
âOh, Iâm so sorry!â Her mother stood up with you but Sarah could sense something was off. She felt her mother had done it on purpose and she wasnât wrong. Her mother growing angry at the sight of Joel being bothered by anything having to do with you and Tommy upset her and she tried to distract the situation.
âItâs alright, babe, I got chaâ Tommy proceeded to grab a cloth and attempt to dry off your clothes. His hands passing along over your thighs as Joel watched silently before he abruptly stood up and walked to the kitchen.
âWhere are you going, Joel?â Sarahâs mother called out to him.
âIâm grabbinâ another beerâ he yelled back.
âI think I should goâ you whispered to Tommy.
âPleaseâ you continued, he could see the discomfort in your eyes and quietly nodded.
âIâm gonna take y/n home-â
âDinner was deliciousâ you tried to seem as polite as you could. Tommy grabbed your stuff for you and took your hand before Joel called out to him.
âDonât take too long now, ima need a hand with a few thingsâ Tommy looked back at him annoyed before walking out with you. Joel didnât need help with anything, just the thought of him going to your house alone with you he couldnât take. Sarah watched as her mother angrily got up from the table and stomped to the kitchen.
âWhat the hell has been your problem today?â
âNothinsâ my problem at allâ he spoke with a touch of sarcasm.
âYou just canât stand seeing your brother with that girlâ Joel tried to hide a reaction as he took a sip of his beer.
âWhy the hell would I care what that girl does?â
âI donât know Joel, you tell meâ she angrily walked away to the room before slamming the door shut.
Standing at your front door you sighed turning to Tommy.
âMaybe itâs just best Iâm not around them much.â Tommy quickly shook his head.
âNo, ya didnât do anything wrong. I donât care how that woman feels about there-â
âOr Joelâ you interrupted.
âHe hated having me there todayâ you continued. Little did you know, Joel didnât hate having you there, he hated seeing you with his brother.
âDonât worry about Joel, Iâll have a talk with him when I get backâ
âIt doesnât matterâ
âIt does. Thatâs not the last time youâre coming around so donât think it is. Iâll see you tomorrowâ Tommy kissed you before returning back home.
Once coming back in he found Joel cleaning up by himself and scoffed.
âSo whatâs your issue brother, might as well lay it out for meâ
Joel didnât turn back to him, how could he admit to his brother the seething jealousy he felt. How could he tell his brother the thought of him touching you, kissing you only enraged him.
âAinât no issue, Tommyâ he denied as he put left overs in the fridge.
âWell I feel like thereâs an issue and so does y/nâ the sound of your name making him face Tommy.
âIâm tellinâ you there ainâtâ
Tommy didnât say a word but he didnât believe his brother and angrily went to his room.
The next day once again Joel found Tommy talking you on your front porch as he got ready to take Sarah to school. Squinting from the sun he kept looking over watching the way Tommy wrapped his arms around you, kissing you until Sarah came out.
âYou ok, dad?â
âCourse I amâ he responded before walking to the front of the car. Sarah looked over and noticed what he was staring and it all made sense.
During the drive to school Sarah couldnât help but question her dad about you, catching him off guard.
âHey dad, why did y/n stop coming over?â
Joel swallowed hard as he adjusted himself in his seat, he knew he had to be honest.
âYour mother ainât really like how close you two wereâ
âDoes mom know you have feelings for her?â Joel abruptly looked at Sarah at a red light.
âI donât have feelings for her, who said that?â
âYour eyesâ Sarah smiled as her father remained silent knowing he couldnât lie to his daughter.
âYa know, youâre too damn smart sometimes, it scares meâ he chuckled under his breath as he continued to drive.
âSo you do have feelings for her. Why didnât you tell her?â
âEnough about her, sheâs with uncle Tommy and thatâs thatâ
âBut I think she had feelings for you to-â
âSarah enoughâ his stern voice causing her to look away just as he pulled up to her school.
âBaby girl I know youâre just lookinâ out for me but your mother-â
âI donât like my motherâ Sarah blurt out shocking Joel.
âIâll see you laterâ getting out of the car Joel watched as she walked off. Sarahâs mother being manipulative and controlling was something that always made Joel and her clash and now it was something Sarah was seeing and he didnât like it.
Joel and Tommy took their own rides to work not wanting to speak to each other, he had no idea Tommy had planned for you to come over again. Tommy refused to let them get their way and insisted on having you over again.
That night Tommy bought dinner for everyone and kept himself in a good mood. Yoh hadnât spoken much to Joel, if anything you avoided him as much as possible. You sat next to Tommy enjoying the food as Sarah spoke to you about a new project she was working on.
âYou didnât tell me about that, honeyâ her mother interrupted.
âY/n usually helps me with my projects so I wanted to tell herâ Sarah responded dryly. Her mother looking a bit insulted remained silent, your presence clearly starting to eat at her.
âWell unfortunately I canât stay the nightâ she stood up from the table throwing a cloth to the side.
âI have some work obligations to finishâ
âThatâs a shame, hopefully next time you can stay longerâ you spoke nicely as she responded with a masked smile and nod.
âJoel? Can you walk me to the doorâ
âRightâ he cleared his throat as he stood up.
Sarahâs mother didnât say much but she didnât like the idea of leaving.
Joel walked back to the dining room watching as you laughed at something Tommy had said. Your hand on his arm as you shook your head before Joel realized Sarah was staring at him. Sarah could see right through her father, she knew his feelings for you were deep.
âHow about we have some wineâ Tommy suddenly suggested as Joel sat at the table.
âUm, Iâll get itâ you quickly stood up not wanting to be left alone with Joel.
âOh youâre not afraid to go to the basementâ Tommy teased making you playfully roll your eyes. You knew where the wine was, it wasnât the first time you had wine with the Millers.
Joel watched as you made your way downstairs as Tommy and Sarah began clearing the table.
You stood in the basement quietly reading each bottle to yourself trying to decide which one you wanted when the lights suddenly went out.
âTommy?!â You called out from the bottom of the stairs.
âUm the lights went out!â You yelled just as Tommy had his hands full with plates and cups.
âShitâ he whispered quickly looking over at Joel who stood up.
âI got itâ
âDonât be a dickâ Tommy whispered as Joel made his way to the basement door.
Patiently waiting for Tommy to come downstairs, you heard what you thought was his footsteps and sighed in relief.
âThank God, itâs creepy enough down here with lights let alone without anyâ you laughed waiting for him to reset the breakers. Once he did the lights went back on and thatâs when you noticed who it was.
Joel stood a few feet away from you, his eyes on you before you quickly looked away.
âI thought you were Tommyâ
âSorry to disappoint youâ he spoke low. Biting his lip he didnât move from where he stood, having so much to say but not knowing where to start. This was the first time you were alone with him since that dreadful conversation you had with him at your front door and you didnât know what to say. Still very hurt by things that were said you avoided conversation with him and quickly picked out a bottle and walked past him.
âIâm sorryâ he uttered just as you reached the first step. You froze in silence but you didnât turn back.
âI didnât mean to hurt ya, I hope you can understandâ you scoffed shaking your head. How were you suppose to be understanding to his sudden coldness?
âDoesnât really matter now, does itâ you responded before making your way up the stairs. Joel looked down just as you turned the door knob when you realized it was locked.
âShitâ you whispered to yourself, of course you had forgotten to hit the switch on the knob when you first came down to make sure it would stay unlocked. Joel looked up noticing you were having trouble opening the door and made his way up the stairs.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âI left the damn switch lockedâ you pulled at the handle as Joel chuckled crossing his arms.
âThat ainât gonna open it, darlinââ
âTommy!â You slammed your hands on the door just wanting to get the hell out of there.
âDamn itâ you whispered brushing your hand through your hair before taking a step back.
Joel noticed how anxious you became, just as he was about to speak when Tommy was heard on the other end.
âWhatâs the matter baby?â
âI left the switch locked by accidentâ you explained, you heard him fumbling with the door knob before he began to pull at it.
âShit, the lock is jammedâ Tommy could be heard saying making you sigh as Joel looked up.
âHold on, let me get the tools from the truck to try and pry this door openâ Tommy called out to you both. Rolling your eyes you made your way down the stairs as Joel followed. Your heart racing hearing him so close behind, the last thing you wanted was to stay alone with him.
âYou alright?â Joel asked watching you pace back and forth.
âYesâ you lied.
âYou forget Iâve know you for sometime-â
âJoel, stop. Just cause weâre locked in here doesnât mean we have to talk-â you suddenly gasped feeling a sharp jab to your hip. Joel instantly becoming concerned at the sight of blood on your hand. A nail sticking out of the wall had pinched you deep enough where your blood dripped onto the floor.
âGreatâ Joel quickly made his way to you and took a look. Not expecting him to have been so close you froze as he furrowed his brows getting a closer look at your wound.
âItâs fine, just a scratchâ
âThat ainât just a scratchâ Joel grabbed the first aid kit behind him and opened it on the table beside him.
âOh no, Iâm fine Joel I donât need-â
âPull up your shirtâ
âJoel-â
âPull it upâ his eyes narrowed down on yours making you give in. Lifting it up you could see the damage much better and shook your head.
âThis would happen to meâ you watched as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and immediately began to panic, you always hated applying alcohol on a wound.
âIsnât there something else in there you can use?â
âNoâ he drenched a cotton ball with the liquid.
âI um-I donât wanna use thatâ
âWell youâre gonna have to, unless ya want an infectionâ he responded casually.
âI really donât like using alcohol on a wound, I donât care if it makes me sound like a baby I canât stand the feeling, I donât wanna use itâ he realized you were truly panicking about it as he looked up at you.
âDarlinâ, that was a rusty nail that cut through you, pretty deep. I suggest ya let me do this to prevent an infection, itâll be over before ya know itâ you looked silently down at the cotton ball in his hand and sighed.
âOn a count of threeâ he continued as you nodded and closed your eyes.
â1âŚ2-â unexpectedly Joel pressed the drenched cotton ball against your wound making you gasp and grab onto him. The intense stinging you felt, you hadnât realized your hands were on his shoulders.
âYou said on three!â You looked down at his hand still on your wound.
âOkâŚthatâs not that badâŚâ you took a deep breath as the stinging subsided before turning to Joel realizing his eyes had been locked on you. Thatâs when you noticed your hands on his shoulders and quickly pulled them away before Tommyâs voice distracted you both.
âI think I left the tool bag at the job today, Iâm gonna ask our neighbor if he has something for nowâ Tommy called through the door.
âYou go on, let Sarah know whatâs goinâ onâ Joel yelled back.
âYeah, of course. You two alright?â Tommy asked a bit concerned.
âYes, Im fine but I just cut myself on a nail-â
âCut yourself?â
âSheâs fine Tommy, I got herâ Joel quickly interrupted. His eyes turning back to you as he spoke. How he wished he had you.
âThanks, Joel. Iâll be right backâ
Joel proceeded to grab tape and patch up your small wound to stop it from bleeding. Once he was done, he lowered your shirt and looked up at you.
âAll doneâ
âThank youâ you whispered as you awkwardly looked away. The silence was loud, it was obvious there was a lot that was unsaid. Joel silently packing up the first aid kit when he broke the silence with an unexpected question.
âDo ya love him?â He blurt out making you look up at him.
âWhat?â You chuckled anxiously.
âYou heard meâ he looked directly into your eyes.
âDo ya love him?â
âWhy do you care? Thatâs none of your business, just like you loving Sarahâs mother is none of mine-â
âI donâtâ his response wasnât one you expected. Joel was losing his patience, his jealousy eating at him, dying to know just how deep you two really were.
âWell thatâs youâ you stubbornly responded.
âYou slept with him?â his question making your eyes widen but Joel almost seemed as if he was in a trance, focused on getting his answers.
âI beg your pardon?! You donât get to ask me any of this, itâs none of your businessâ angrily you wanted to walk off but there was nowhere to go and he took advantage of that.
âHow long have you been together for real? Cause from what it seems like to me-â
âWho the hell are you to say any of this?! We donât need you permission to be together and you lost your chance to even know anything of me the day you threw me to the side like I never meant anything to your family-â
âI told you I was sorry, I know ya didnât deserve thatâ He raised his voice loudly.
âWell sorry isnât enough for you to think Iâm suppose to act like nothing. I canât believe youâre asking me any of this, as if you have a sayâ
âYou wanna know why Iâm asking you all of this?!â He stepped towards you making you take a step back.
âYou wanna know why, sweetheart?â Too nervous to respond you swallowed hard and looked away feeling intimated by him.
âBecause I love you.â Your heart stopped.
Joel had said something you never thought he would say, something you never even knew he felt.
âI fucking love you and I was too damn stupid to realize it beforeâ yet for some reason you didnât feel right hearing this. He threw you to the side after how much you had been there for him only to realize he was in love when his brother made a move.
This was an ego trip, at least itâs what it felt like.
âSo now you realize youâve been in love with the woman whoâs been there for you, after you trashed her and found out your brother is fucking her?â You purposely lied using those words to hurt him, you and Tommy were never intimate as of yet still you wanted him to feel the hurt you felt and he did. His nostrils flared as his jaw tensed, his eyes directly looking into your cold ones. The thought of you sleeping with Tommy making him feel an anger he didnât know he could ever feel. Still, he didnât say a word, never breaking eye contact until Tommy appeared on the other side of the door.
âOk guys, this should workâ Joel turned away from you, walking angrily to the other side as his hands balled into tight fists when Tommy finally got the door opened.
âFinallyâ you whispered to see Tommy looking down at both of you.
âHope I didnât take too longâ he called out to you both as you slowly made your way up the stairs holding your hip.
âLet me see this, you alright?â Joel heard his brother attend to you only pissing him off more. Tommy hugged you gently before leading you to the living room where you sat silently. You wanted to hurt Joel for what he made you feel before but little did he know you only conflicted yourself. Watching Tommy as he made sure you were comfortable, you felt guilty knowing after all this time you were still in love with JoelâŚ
#pedro pascal#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel miller angst#joel miller fan fiction#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x reader
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Can you please do a hurt/comfort Eddie + Tommy friendship with Bucktommy - Tommy gets hurt in some way (mentally/physically/sick/etc) and Eddie helps him until Buck can get there
you gave me a reason to finish the fic I started earlier today! thank you!
His teeth were chattering. Had been since he woke up after hitting the ground.
He didn't hurt anywhere, which was never a good sign.
He laid there, surrounded by trees. Cold, wet leaves underneath his body. He could hear crickets and frogs all around him. Could smell smoke somewhere nearby.
There were distinct sounds of metal creaking mixed in with nature.
Slowly, he moved his head to the right, then to the left.
Fire.
It was about fifty yards away. Thankfully, due to the recent rain, the fire was contained to the helicopter that had so gracefully fallen out of the sky.
He wasn't sure how he ended up so far from it. Had no memory of being ejected or jumping or whatever happened that made it so he wasn't inside those flames.
He lifted his hands to his face, could barely see them as the sun set below the trees. He was sure there was blood. Dirt, mud, leaves, and blood.
They shook so fiercely he wasn't sure how he had any control over them at all.
His breathing was labored, heart beating rapidly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to calm himself down.
Suddenly, in the distance, he heard something.
People talking.
Not just people, familiar people.
Family.
âH- Here,â he barely managed to get out, figuring they'd be running toward the fire instead of him. He cleared his throat, tried again. âHere! I'm here!â
The talking stopped, then there was running.
He could feel the pounding of the footsteps as they approached.
âHey, we gotcha, Buddy!â
âHowie?â
âYeah, it's me. Saving your ass, once again.â
Hands were on him now. Lights shining in his eyes, causing him to squint. He could hear others talking. Hen, Eddie, Bobby. Couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
Chimney had him focus on him. âCan you tell me your name?â he asked.
âT- Tommy,â he answered. God, he wished he could stop shaking. He couldn't barely get out a word.
âYear?â
â2024.â
âBest paramedic you know?â
âHen,â Tommy replied, choking out a laugh.
âHey now!â Chimney exclaimed, mocking offense.
âI knew I liked you,â Hen said with a smile. She patted him on the shoulder before getting back to work.
Chimney chomped on his gum a couple times before asking his next question. âCan you wiggle your toes for me, Tommy?â
Tommy shook his head. He lifted his arm, tried to pull Chimney closer to him so he could whisper. âI c- can't feel anything,â he paused, sucked in a shaky breath, âb- below my waist.â He knew what this meant, and he also knew he was in shock. The adrenaline pumping through him was the only thing keeping him remotely alert.
Chimney nodded, sharing a glance with Hen. âCervical collar for our dashing pilot here, please, Hen.â
âAlready on it.â
âHo- Howie?â
âYeah, Buddy?â
âEv- Evan?â
âBuck went home early today,â Eddie answered, moving into Chimney's place so he could do whatever work needed to be done. âChief is cracking down on overtime, so he had to be sent home.â
âWe've... We've been sa- saving f- for the wedding,â he explained, although he wasn't sure why. Everyone there already knew that.
Eddie took Tommy's hand and wrapped it up in his own. âYou were probably already up in the air when Buck sent you the text complaining about being sent home.â
âHe'd say... He'd say th- the chief didn't want us t- to have the good hors d'oeuvres.â
Eddie nodded, tried putting on a smile. âHe did mention that on his way out.â
Tommy squeezed Eddie's hand. âWe m- might have to re... reschedule.â His lip trembled at the thought, tears welling in his eyes. Evan was so excited for the wedding. Had been working diligently and meticulously on every detail since they got engaged in October. He wanted a winter wedding, and didn't want to wait another whole year, so February it would be. With it being December now, Tommy didn't see any way he'd be able to fully recover by then.
If he did at all.
âLet's not worry about that right now, alright, Man? I don't think Buck will care when the wedding is, as long as there is one. Let's focus on that, okay?â
Tommy nodded. Blinked a few times to rid himself of the tears.
A few fell anyway.
âEd- Eddie?â
âYeah?â
âDo I... Do I still have my legs?â
âYou certainly do, Kinard,â Bobby interrupted. Tommy wasn't sure how long the captain had been on his other side. Bobby gave his shoulder a light squeeze. âYou've got all your limbs right where they should be. You ready to move now, Kid?â
Tommy could've laughed at the nickname. He'd been called that by Bobby a couple of times, many years ago. It'd been a long while since then.
He nodded. âReady.â
Eddie didn't let go of his hand as they lifted him and began carrying him to the ambulance. Tommy was a bit surprised. He didn't remember ever being moved onto the spine board. Hadn't felt a thing.
A part of him had wondered if they'd even been working on him during that time. That maybe Eddie was the chosen distraction until he drifted off and his breathing stopped.
He was glad to know he was wrong.
*****
Bobby drove them to the hospital, with Eddie staying in the back beside him. It was a bit cramped with him, Eddie, Chimney, and Hen all back there together, but the fact he was surrounded by these people made him feel a bit more comforted.
Tommy looked over to where his and Eddie's hands were still tightly gripped together. He wasn't sure if Eddie was refusing to let him go, or if he was refusing to let Eddie go. Didn't really matter either way. He needed something to keep him tethered to reality.
He shook his wrist back and forth a few times to get Eddie's attention. âCan you... Can you call Evan? Please?â
âOf course,â Eddie replied, grabbing his phone out of his pocket with his free hand.
âYou've got some cuts on your arms, Tommy,â Hen explained as Eddie pressed Buck's name. âWe're gonna work on those on the way to the hospital, so you might feel some stings, okay?â
âYeah. That's okay.â
Eddie put the phone on speaker and Buck answered on the third ring. âWhat's wrong?â
âBuck-â
âWho is it, Eddie? I just left work an hour ago. Is it Bobby? Hen? Chim?â
Tommy took a deep breath. âB- Baby.â
Silence.
Then.
âTommy? Is that you?â
âHad a... a little accident.â
âWhat hospital?â
âThe usual,â Eddie replied.
âI'm heading there now.â
âEvan? Evan!â Tommy exclaimed, wanting to get his attention before he got in the car and started to drive.
âI'm here, Tommy,â he answered. âI'm gonna meet you at the hospital.â
âI don't wanna... wanna scare you,â Tommy said, and he could feel the tears burning his eyes again. âI can't. I can't feel my legs.â
âHe's stabilized,â Chimney added quickly, before Buck could ask. âLikely a lower spinal cord injury.â
Another pause, followed by a quiet. âOkay. Okay.â
âHe's doing well, Buck,â Eddie reassured him. âWe're all right here with him. He won't shut up about you, like always.â
Tommy smiled. He hoped Evan did as well.
âFeeling's mutual,â Buck replied. His voice was softer now. Tommy knew the words were meant to keep him focused and thinking positively.
It worked.
âNeed you t- to be safe.â
âI will, Baby. I'll drive safe and I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can, okay?â
âOkay. L- Love you.â
âI love you, too. So damn much, T- Tommy.â
Tommy wasn't sure who hung up first, but he could tell by the way Evan's voice wavered at the end that he was probably close to falling apart.
âThank you,â Tommy said as Eddie put his phone back into his pocket.
âWhatever you need, Bud, I'm here.â
âJust... Just keep ho- holding my hand.â
Eddie nodded, squeezed a little tighter. âI can do that.â
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Arboreal Species
We had plenty of options for ways to keep occupied while waiting for the client to show up and collect his delivery. Several of the crew were playing card games with the captain, using a delivery crate as a table, and she was beating the pants off all of them. (Though none of these particular aliens wore pants. You know what I mean.) Some of the others waited inside the ship, declaring boredom with this particular patch of exotic wilderness.
The rest chatted with crew from the ship that had arrived after us, which was also delivering cargo for the same late-to-arrive local. They had plenty to complain about. They also had food to share, and a decent chance that it would be edible by those they shared it with.
While Alien Food Roulette was always exciting, Iâd found a much better option.
âHey, they tell me your species climbs things,â the stranger from the other ship had said, long snout curling into a smile. She looked like a mix of 3/4 baboon and 1/4 crocodile.
âTheyâre right!â I replied easily. There werenât many climbing opportunities on our little courier ship, and I was curious where this was going.
The alien pointed at a huge tree on the edge of the landing pad, which boasted smooth orange bark with branches every couple feet. âIâm gonna go climb that. Care to join me?â
âWould I ever!â I said, already heading toward it. I called back over my shoulder, âIf you guys need me, Iâll be up a tree!â
Captain Sunlight didnât even look away from the game, just waving distractedly, her scaly face intent on whatever play Mur had just made. He was chuckling about it and rubbing his tentacles together in a way that was probably a bluff. As soon as I looked away, he made a noise that said the good captain had just wrecked his clever plan. Trrili hissed with laughter.
None of them cared that I was about to climb to a dangerous height. None thought this was out of character in the slightest, and all of them were missing out on an excellent climbing experience.
It was a great tree. The bark was smooth but not slippery, reminding me of a madrone tree from back home, just without the flaky outer layer. And it didnât feel as cold. If anything, it was warm as we scampered skyward, almost as if the tree welcomed a good climb by people whoâd appreciate it.
The alien stopped, picking a branch to sit on and leaning back against another. âNow that is a nice view.â
I had to agree. âIt is!â I found my own convenient pair of branches, draping my arms over the top one and finding a nice footrest on a third. âEverybody down there doesnât know what theyâre missing.â The forest around the landing pad was bright with oranges and yellows, the kind of vivid colors that I associated with autumn, but which could have been year-round here. Rolling hills lined the horizon, with a river sparkling merrily in the distance. The only straight line was the road. It made a nice counterpoint to all the gentler natural shapes.
My new friend cupped a hand to her snout unnecessarily. âHey, everybody down there! You should come see this view!â
To no oneâs surprise, she got a chorus of âno thanks.â
I shook my head. âSuch a shame. Theyâre missing out on all the knowledge that comes from above, too. Hey, Paint!â I yelled down to the crewmate who had just dropped a box of round things. âOne rolled under the ramp, and two are over in the grass!â I pointed them out.
A distant âThank you!â reached my ears.
The alien nodded. âWisdom of the heights indeed. What else can we see, that those on the ground canât?â
We spent a good few minutes pointing things out to each other and swapping stories. Apparently her people were called the Farsights, for exactly this reason.
âOh, motion on the road!â she declared, squinting into the distance. âLooks like somebodyâs in a rush to be a little less late.â
âWell that ship has launched,â I said, following her eyes. âNice thought, though. Say, is that one car or two?â
The Farsight didnât answer immediately, which made me worry a little. Then she said âUh oh,â which made me worry a lot.
âUh oh what?â
She stood up on the branch and bellowed, âINCOMING! Clientâs being chased by hostile fauna!â
âOh jeez.â Now I could see it too: something large and antlered galloping after the little surface skimmer. Both were headed straight toward our landing pad.
Chaos erupted down below as we slid off our perches and scrambled downward. The bark was still friendly-smooth.
âI think that creature eats these!â my friend said, bounding out toward the end of a branch to shake loose a bundle of round seedpod things. âIâve seen them before!â
âWill that matter?â I asked, slowing. âIt looks pretty mad!â
âCanât hurt!â
I couldnât argue that. There were more than a few seedpods waiting on my path down, all of which came loose with a little judicious bouncing of the branches. When I hit the ground, it was in a sea of baseball-shaped plant bits.
The rest of the crew was scrambling to move crates and dash into the ships for anything weaponlike. A handful of beefy individuals from the other crew lined up to stare the thing down as it approached, and my shipâs biggest and scariest hurried to join them. Trrili claimed a place in front with her black-and-red carapace gleaming in the sun, pincher arms spread wide. She left space for the skimmer to zip past, but only just.
I grabbed seedpods, making a basket with my shirt. âWill we need these? Is it going to stop?â
âBeats me!â said my new friend. She grabbed an armload and ran. âLetâs find out!â
I raced after. We joined the lineup just before the gigantic whatever-it-was skidded to a halt, rearing to paw the air and roar thunderously. The guy in the skimmer was trying to park behind our ship. The various scary aliens yelled back at the huge moose-rhino.
âHow well can you throw?â asked my friend, not waiting for an answer. She dumped her armload and started chucking seedpods.
âPretty well!â I didnât bother dropping mine, just grabbing them one by one from my shirt basket and aiming for the head.
I didnât count how many of those direct shots were me, but Iâm going to say most of them. The pods burst into squishy fruit with a solid core, doing a great job of annoying the creature as well as coating it with presumably-tasty purple goo.
Its forefeet hit the ground with a teeth-rattling thud. It roared some more, but half-heartedly, like it was just trying to save face at this point.
My friend the Farsight had run out of seedpods, so I gave her some of mine. While our crewmates did their best threat displays, we pelted the dangerous beastie with fruit until it turned to lope in the other direction. I made sure to throw a few on the road near it, in case it felt like picking up a bite to eat on the way. It didnât, but I did see a tongue lick out as it turned its back on us.
Belatedly, Kavlae and Eggskin skidded out of our ship with stun guns at the same time as a couple people from the other â was that a rocket launcher or a flare gun? â none of which turned out to be necessary.
âTake that and eat it!â crowed the Farsight.
âYeah!â I agreed. âItâs probably delicious!â
âIt probably is, actually,â she said as the congratulations started to pour in.
I picked up a seedpod Iâd dropped and sniffed it. âSmells a bit like kumquat.â
Captain Sunlight, busy trying to coax the client out of his vehicle, yelled across the landing pad, âDonât eat that until Eggskin runs it through the medscanner!â
âAw, really?â I complained, perfectly in synch with my new friend.
âYes really!â She shook her lizardy head. I couldnât make out her muttering from here, but I could guess it was about omnivorous habits, self-preservation instincts, absurd treeclimbing species, or all of the above.
The Farsight said, âIf these are safe, Iâm taking some back with me.â
âEven if theyâre not, the seeds would make good souvenirs,â I pointed out, pulling at the pod where it had separated. âLook how perfectly round they are.â
âOh yeah, those are nice.â
Trrili stalked past with a haughty tilt to her antennae. âYou two get along far too well.â
âLike two seeds in a pod!â the Farsight quipped.
That made me smile. âHey, my people say that too!â
We had plenty to talk about while everybody else handled the actual delivery we were there for. Eventually Eggskin did check the thing with a medscanner. It tasted like sour kumquat. The seeds cleaned up nicely.
And most importantly, my new friend had family with a whole enclave at the next space station my ship was planning to visit. And they had a climbing structure three stories high. I couldnât wait.
The rest of the crew thought that sounded pointless and dangerous, of course, but none of them had ancestors who danced through the tree branches, so clearly they have no taste.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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Catching Him in His Celebrity Disguise
⥠Genre: Fluff ⥠Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ⥠Tags: Aged up
There were only a handful of people walking around the park, even though it was such a lovely day outside. You had a small lunch packed in your bag and you headed over to your favorite bench to eat when you realized a certain man was already occupying the space.
He wore a baseball cap that couldn't fully flatten his blonde spikes that poked out from all sides. His face mask obscured his expression and his tight black shirt showed off his fit body quite well. He briefly whipped off his sunglasses to see his phone better. You approached him and sat down, and when you caught his red eyes, that's when you knew you were in the presence of the Pro Hero, Dynamight.
He caught the flicker of realization on your face. He silently panicked for two reasons. One, you recognized him. Two, you were the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen.
"...Dynamight?" You must've looked like a deer in the headlights.
"...Hi?" You could tell he was shocked too.
"Oh, you're much more awkward in person! Haha! That's so cute! I'm such a big fan!"
"Lower your voice!" Dynamight said through gritted teeth, pulling off his mask to reveal his slightly pink face. "I just wanted some peace and quiet out here, don't announce my presence to the world!"
"Sorry!" Your hands flew up to your mouth. "Is it okay if I sit here? I really love how secluded this spot is. Though, I don't really mind if you're here."
"You're already sitting," he said, furrowing his brows. "Keep sitting if you want, I ain't gonna stop ya..." He glanced at you, nervously. "Do ya come here all the time?"
"Yes! But I have never seen you here before." You dug out your small lunch box from your bag. Most of your food was homecooked, sweet to the taste, and pink. Bakugou wrinkled his nose at the sight. "I didn't think you liked this city. You're always complaining about it on the news, which makes me kinda sad since it's my hometown."
"I didn't mean that shit!" Bakugou cried, putting his phone away. "I say bad things about everyone, everywhere. Don't take it personally."
"Well it's very nice of you to clarify that!" You started munching on one of your pink macaroons.
"Do you like it here?" he asked. "You think I do a good job of protecting your hometown?"
"Yeah, obviously! You saved my favorite bakery last week!"
Bakugou looked thoughtfully into the distance of the park, recalling the scene. "I remember that shit. The owner gave me such a big hassle for not defeating the villain before they wrecked the front entrance."
"Well they were able to recover anyways. I swear their food is really good, you should really go sometime!"
"You wanna go with me?" he asked, his head turning a little too quickly.
You gulped down your macaroon. "...As a date?"
"No! I--I don't fucking know! You wanna go or not?"
"Calm down. I'm only teasing you, hero. I'll go with you, okay?"
"You could've just said that from the start!"
A few nearby civilians peeked at your increasingly loud conversation and Bakugou shut up immediately, keeping his head down. You giggled.
Bakugou didn't speak until they fully passed by. "Can't believe you're laughing at me. I'm one of the top Pro Heroes of the damn country, and you're laughing at me!"
"You're not a top Pro Hero right now, are you?" You poked his cheek. "You're just an ordinary, aggressive guy hiding in plain sight."
"I am anything but ordinary."
Bakugou's stomach growled loudly. He grasped the offending thing like he could hide the noise.
"Poor hero! You must be so hungry. Here, I have some grapes you can eat!" You took out a grape from your lunch box, offering it to him. He popped it into his mouth.
"Thanks," he said between chews. "You sure you don't mind sharing?"
"I would never mind sharing with you," you said, handing him another grape. He gratefully accepted it. "You're the hero this country needs. Your face is all over our TVs when you come here to save us. And... well... you're even prettier in-person to boot."
You hid your face a little when saying that, but you wanted to take a chance to say it to his face while he was still here. He averted his eyes too. You hoped you didn't make him uncomfortable, or maybe just the right kind of uncomfortable in a good way.
You took out another grape. "Besides, you can make it up to me on our next date, alright?" You held out the grape for him.
Instead of taking it with his hands, Bakugou took the grape with his teeth from your fingers. You almost gasped.
"Tasty," he said, chewing with a smug grin. Your mouth was still agape. "Do you hand-feed all the other Pro Heroes you meet?"
You couldn't believe he just did that. He was so bold. But you wanted to be bolder.
"...No, just you," you said, your heart racing. You took out another grape. "Want some more?"
Despite his smugness, his voice was a little wobbly when he said, "Keep 'em coming."
On that day, Bakugou got to meet his belated first love.
Years later, you and Bakugou happened to pass by the same park bench in the same lonely park. You clung to Bakugou's arm, holding his hand as he strut around in public like he was on top of the world. He always felt like that when he had you around.
You pointed at the bench and elbowed Bakugou. "Look! This is where we met, right?"
"That's why I fucking brought ya here," he said, kissing your temple. "Was wondering if you'd recognize the damn old thing.
"You're such a romantic," you said.
Bakugou led you over to the bench and sat down, with you cuddling up beside him.
"You never visit this park even though we live close enough," you murmured.
"That's 'cause I wanted to take you back here with me," Bakugou said. "I've always made sure the city kept this place nice though. After all, this is our spot."
"Yeah, our spot."
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The Breaking Point
This is the second part of The F1 Princess
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: non
Summary: He bond between you and Toto Wolff deepens amidst playful teasing and growing rumors. An emotional outburst at a team dinner reveals your frustration.
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The summer break had arrived, and the F1 world was on pause. You decided to visit your hometown for a few weeks, catching up with old friends and spending time with your family. During this time, you found yourself thinking about Toto more than usual. The bond you shared was undeniable, and the drivers' teasing had started to make you question your feelings.
One evening, you and Alex sat in your childhood backyard, enjoying the warm night air. Alex had noticed your preoccupation and decided to bring it up.
"You know, (Y/N)," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I've been thinking about you and Toto."
You looked at him, curious. "Oh? What about us?"
Alex smiled gently. "It's clear to everyone that he cares about you a lot. More than just as a friend."
You sighed, leaning back in your chair. "I know, Alex. But what if things don't work out? What if we ruin our friendship?"
Alex leaned forward, his expression serious. "Toto is a good man, (Y/N). He's kind, supportive, and he makes you happy. I think you should give it a chance. Besides, you won't know unless you try."
You pondered his words, feeling a mix of fear and hope. "What if I'm not ready? What if I'm scared to commit?"
Alex reached out, taking your hand. "It's okay to be scared. But don't let that fear stop you from experiencing something beautiful. Just think about it."
The F1 season resumed, and you found yourself back in the paddock. As usual, you were with the Mercedes team, but there was a noticeable tension in the air. You caught Toto's eye several times throughout the weekend, each time feeling a flutter in your chest.
You decided to take a step back from your close interactions with Toto, hoping to quell the relentless rumors. You still attended races but made a conscious effort to keep a low profile, avoiding Toto whenever possible.
Toto, sensing something was wrong, tried to reach out to you multiple times, but you always found a reason to be elsewhere. The paddock quickly noticed the change, and even the fans began to speculate about what had happened between you two.
During the Italien Grand Prix, the tension reached its peak. You avoided the Mercedes garage entirely, spending most of your time with Alex at Red Bull.
After qualifying, the drivers gathered in the paddock club for a brief celebration. Despite the festive atmosphere, the air was thick with curiosity about your and Toto's sudden distance. The drivers, having witnessed your outburst at dinner, were more cautious with their comments but couldn't help but wonder what was happening.
Max approached Toto, his expression one of concern. "Toto, what's going on with you and (Y/N)? You two were inseparable, and now she's avoiding you."
Toto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew, Max. I've tried talking to her, but she's been avoiding me."
Charles nodded in agreement. "It's obvious she's upset. Maybe you should give her some space."
Lewis, always perceptive, added, "Or maybe you should be more persistent. She's probably just overwhelmed."
Toto took their advice to heart. After the event, he made his way to the Red Bull hospitality area, determined to find you. As he walked through the bustling area, he spotted you in a corner, talking quietly with Alex.
Gathering his courage, he approached. "(Y/N), can we talk?"
You looked up, surprise and a hint of fear in your eyes. "Toto, I..."
"Please," he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. "I need to understand what's going on."
Alex gave you an encouraging nod, and you reluctantly stood, following Toto to a quieter area.
Once alone, Toto turned to face you. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something to upset you?"
You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. "It's not you, Toto. It's everything else. The rumors, the teasing... it's too much. I thought if I distanced myself, it would stop."
Toto's expression softened as he took your hands in his. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted you to feel this way. But running away won't solve anything. We need to face this together."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination there. "Toto, I'm scared."
He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his voice a comforting whisper. âItâs going to be okay.â
You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Okay, Toto.â
On the evening before the race, there was a team dinner at a local restaurant. You found yourself seated next to Toto, the conversation flowing easily between you. At one point, the drivers started their usual teasing.
"So, Toto," Charles began with a grin, "any plans to make (Y/N) an official part of the Mercedes family?"
Toto smiled, trying to stay composed. "You all enjoy this too much, don't you?"
Max leaned in, his expression serious but kind. "We're just looking out for you, Toto. And for (Y/N)."
You tried to laugh it off, but the constant teasing was getting to you. "Can we please talk about something else?"
Lewis, sensing your frustration, tried to change the subject. "Alright, alright. Let's focus on the race tomorrow."
But George, not noticing your irritation, continued. "Come on, (Y/N), when are you going to admit you have a crush on our boss?"
You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. "It's really not like that."
Lando chuckled, nudging Max. "Yeah, right. We've all seen the way you two look at each other."
Pierre Gasly joined in, smirking. "So, Toto, does this mean (Y/N) gets special privileges? More than just ribbons in your hair?"
The drivers laughed, but you could feel your patience wearing thin. "Guys, seriously, can we drop it?"
Alex tried to step in, noticing your growing frustration. "Alright, enough. Let's give (Y/N) a break."
But the teasing continued, with Daniel Ricciardo grinning widely. "Come on, (Y/N), you have to admit, you and Toto would make a great couple."
That was the last straw. You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. "You know what? I've had enough of this."
The entire table fell silent as you stormed out of the restaurant, the door slamming behind you. The drivers sat in stunned silence, not used to seeing you anything but cheerful.
Toto's face hardened, and he glared at the drivers. "Nice going, everyone," Toto said, his voice low and angry. "You just had to push her, didn't you?"
The drivers looked genuinely remorseful, but Toto didn't wait for their apologies. He stood up and followed you outside.
He found you sitting on a bench, staring out into the night. He approached quietly, sitting down next to you.
"(Y/N)," Toto began softly, "I'm sorry about them. They didn't mean to upset you."
You sighed, wiping away a tear. "It's not just tonight, Toto. It's all the time. The teasing, the rumors... it's too much."
Toto took a deep breath, his heart aching at seeing you so upset. "I know, and I should have stopped it sooner. But there's something I need to tell you."
You turned to look at him, your eyes searching his. "What is it, Toto?"
He reached out, gently taking your hand. "These past months have been incredible because of you. Our friendship means everything to me, but I can't deny my feelings any longer. I care about you, deeply. And I want to be more than just friends."
Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and fear. "Toto, I... I feel the same way. But I'm scared. What if things don't work out?"
Toto squeezed your hand, his gaze steady. "We'll take it one step at a time. Together. I don't want to miss out on what could be something amazing because of fear."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty and hope there. "Okay, Toto. Let's give it a try."
The news of your budding relationship spread quickly through the paddock, and the reactions were mixed. The drivers were thrilled, often teasing Toto but in a supportive way.
"Lewis, don't you dare say a word," Toto warned with a grin as Lewis walked into the garage.
"Hey, I didn't say anything," Lewis laughed. "But we're all happy for you two."
George and Lando continued their playful ribbing. "Does this mean we can start asking (Y/N) for dating advice?" George quipped.
"Or maybe Toto can give us tips on how to win her over," Lando added, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Stefano Domenicali, on the other hand, approached you with a warm smile. "Congratulations, (Y/N). You and Toto make a great pair."
Christian Horner, ever the rival, couldn't resist a jab. "Toto, you've got a great strategist there. Make sure she doesn't outshine you on the pit wall."
But the most heartfelt reaction came from Alex. After a race weekend where you and Toto's relationship had become public, he pulled you aside.
"Are you happy?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, a genuine smile on your face. "I am, Alex. Thank you for pushing me to take the leap."
He hugged you tightly. "That's all I wanted to hear. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Toto will do everything to make sure you have it."
One day, during a particularly tense race, Toto found himself stressed in the garage. You noticed and decided to lighten the mood. Walking over, you pulled out a familiar box of ribbons.
"Toto," you said, a playful glint in your eye, "how about some good luck charms?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "Only for you, (Y/N)."
As you tied the ribbons into his hair, the drivers watched with amusement.
"Hey, Toto," Charles called out, "does this mean we can start a new trend?"
"Don't push your luck," Toto replied, but his smile was undeniable.
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Do it for Us | Jeon Jungkook
Summary: Mr. Jeon has got your mind all mixed up and you don't have the strength left to say no. Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 2.3k Warning: Yändere sumt, manipulation into cheating, suggestive and explicit language and an excessive amount of crying lol a/n: This is part two of Do it for Him requested by @coralmusicblaze I hope you guys end up liking it! I got so many new followers and notes after the first part so thank you so much!
As my lips move against his I can't help but let the tears continue to fall. "It's okay love, there's no need to cry" he says pulling back a bit and brushing a few of them off my cheek while studying my features. "I wish you wouldn't cry but you really do look gorgeous when you do, I'll have you crying for other reasons soon though, don't worry" he says caressing the side of my face before taking my hand and leading me out of the room. My whole body cringes at his words but I follow him blindly nonetheless. The tears never ceasing while my heart breaks with every step we take.Â
Crossing the doorway into the bedroom I share with my husband I stop dead in my tracks, the guilt overcoming me, the gravity of what I'm about to do finally sinking in. "Mr. Jeon I don't want to do this anymore" I say trying to wipe the tears off of my face, proving useless as they continue to fall evermore. "Darling we're already half way there, let me take care of you" he says turning back around to face me, closing the distance between us.Â
He caresses my face again and laces his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, gaining a better hold on me to keep me in place. I reciprocate the kiss as best as I can but I can't stop the trembling of my lips, still so disappointed in myself. He pulls me in against him by my waist and walks us closer to the bed without parting from my lips. Once we do he softly guides me down onto the mattress, placing his hand on the small of my back, making sure I land softly.Â
"You look so pretty laying there, being so good for me" he says while loosening his tie and throwing it on the bed beside me. "You know you're doing something amazing for our family right? My son will be so happy, finally giving everyone what we've always wanted. The child will be beautiful, just like their mother" he says while unbuttoning his dress shirt and taking it off, my eyes automatically tracing his figure, making me want to vomit once I've realized what I had done.
"Baby, eyes up here please" he coos sitting next to me on the bed encouraging me to look in his eyes. "Don't call me that" I say glaring up at him "and stop talking" I say sadness dissipating, irritation taking it's place. "Aw there she is, the brat I've always taken you for" he continues, still cooing at me despite my defiant nature. "I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you" he whispers in my ear as he gets on the bed hovering over me.Â
"Play nice and I'll make this pleasurable for the both of us darling" he continues, tracing his hand down my figure, his fingers now coming in contact with my bare waist, my shirt having risen up a bit from when he had laid me down. I flinch at how cold his fingers are and he smirks knowingly. "I'm sorry angel, I'm sure you'll warm me up soon" he says and gets up to take off his belt, the clanking of the metal making me feel sick since I had heard that same sound just hours ago when I was with my husband, being in this same position.Â
I can still smell his scent on the pillow next to me, the thought of him close helping me escape for only a moment before I feel the bed dip, signaling the presence of his father next to me. "Will you let me undress you?" he asks, his fingers trailing up my shirt and drawing circles on my waist. "I'll do it myself" I say getting up off the bed, giving my back to him and doing so as quickly as I can, wanting to finish this as soon as possible.Â
I can feel his eyes following my every move before I feel his hands on my hips while he places kisses on the back of my shoulder "Gorgeous" he whispers in my ear, nose nudging into the side of my neck, taking in my sent. "I'm not doing this for indulgence Mr. Jeon, I'm doing this to take the pressure off my husband. That's it" I say feeling myself get slightly breathless feeling one of his hands rubbing over my stomach almost caressing it.Â
"You're going to look so gorgeous when you're pregnant with my child. Watching you stomach swell day by day, knowing that it's mine. It'll drive me mad knowing that I won't be able to have you like this again" he says starting to kiss and bite on my skin. "No marks, he'll notice if I have new ones" I choke out and feel tears forming again, hating that I have to worry about something like that. I despise cheaters and I swore never to become one but I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for him, for my husband and for our future.Â
"They'll fade by the time he get's back love don't worry, and if they haven't I can make his time away last even longer if you would like me to" he says before biting down on my shoulder making me let out a moan that I wish I could take back. "There you go, keep making those pretty sounds for me" he says and places a kiss where he had just bitten to soothe the pain before guiding me to lie back down with little to no fight left in me.
I have small burst of it left but nowhere near as much as I need to stop this so I lay motionless and wait for him to finish getting undressed, his boxers the only item left on him. Once he takes them off he comes back to hover over me once more, trying to kiss me again but I turn my head away. "I don't think kissing is necessary Mr. Jeon" I choke out and I see him tilt his head to the side but ultimately agrees. "Too intimate for you? I understand, I can respect your boundaries" he says and settles on kissing my neck, setting my body and mind at odds.Â
I try to hold back any noises I may make but it's impossible since the skin there is so sensitive and he seems to know it. "You don't have to hold back, you can be as loud as you want. No one will be able to hear you scream, it's a natural thing to do you know," he says trailing his fingers up my inner thigh "a way to thank the one that is giving you pleasure" he finishes using his hand, urging me too open my legs for him.Â
He decides to slide back down on the bed and takes his time ravishing my body. "Been thinking about this for so long" he says looking down at my cunt which is already wet but not as much as he would like it to be. He sticks a finger in and watches as I whine softly "Aw this pretty cunt has already been fucked today hasn't it? You're still sensitive, I guess he has been treating you well" he says nuzzling his nose in against my clit leaving my body jolting at the contact. "But not as well as I can treat you" he says and licks a long stripe along my slit paying special attention to my clit.Â
Although his kisses on it are tender and almost loving in a sick and twisted way it still drives me into over sensitivity. "Please" I whine more, hating the sound of my voice right now begging him to stop. "Please what Pretty?" he says looking up at me through his lashes. "Please just do it already I don't want this to go on longer than it has to" I say looking up at the ceiling, hating the sight of him between my legs like this.Â
"Alright" he says sounding as if he's been denied something he's been craving for for so long. "But don't you think for a second that I won't be coming back here to eat that pretty little pussy the next time we do this" he says regaining his positing on top of me.Â
"Next ti-" I start questioning but am cut off by my own moan as he shoves himself inside of me. "Fuck, you're still so fucking tight. One dick wasn't enough for you today sweetheart?" he taunts, brushing a hair off my face. "Shut up" I say through gritted teeth before he thrusts in harder this time. "What was that love? Couldn't hear that" he says clearly doing so in punishment for my disrespect. As if I could ever respect him after this.Â
I stay silent and don't dare to make eye contact with him and angle my head up to the celling, closing my eyes trying to block everything out. "Fuck no wonder he wanted to marry you. Between your pretty little face and this addictive cunt I wouldn't dare to let you go either" he groans, prolonging my torture. "Stop saying things like that, please" I say blinking back the tears.Â
"Why? You don't want to be reminded of the fact that you're cheating on your husband with his father? Is that it?" he ask and thrusts into me harder this time "Yes" I cry, tears falling again from all of the combined emotions and sensations he's giving me. "The deed is already done love, why not enjoy it?" he taunts, wanting me to give in to him and again, I'm losing the battle.Â
He slows down his thrusts and changes them into something more sensual, more intimate. "Stop! Just go faster please, just finish already" I beg wanting to keep at least some form of intimacy left untouched by him. "If that's what you want" he says and picks up the pace again showing me no mercy anymore. "You like being fucked like this? Having your cunt ruined, leaving you sore, barely able to walk straight" he taunts and I cry out, feeling nothing but pain, the pleasure never enough to overcome the anguish I feel for betraying to only man I've ever loved.Â
"Shit, are you close?" he questions a few minutes later, having kissed and sucked and bitten all over whatever parts of my body he can reach while inside me. "Yes" I lie, clenching around him purposefully. "Fuck do that again" he says his thrusts stuttering and I do as he asks. "Y/n look at me" he says using my name for the first time since we've started. "Say my name" he say holding himself back from his release. "Who is giving you this much pleasure?" he says sticking him fingers in my mouth for a moment, getting them wet enough so he can bring them down to play with my clit.Â
"No please I don't want to" I sob, the pain getting to be too much for me. "Say it! Say it or I won't cum inside you" he say which brings my eyes snapping back over to his, scared to be denied what I had been searching for, the only reason I'm doing this. "I-" I start but he thrusts inside me harder again leaving my back arching off the bed and before I'm able to think twice I do as he says. "Jungkook! J-jungkook please, please just finish already" I yell sobbing from being so close and also begging for this to be over.Â
"Look in my eyes and say my name again. Fuck-" he groans through gritted teeth and I look over at him eyes glossy from all of the mixed emotions I'm having. "J-jungkook" I sob one last time which has him cursing and thrusting in as hard as he can and a few seconds later he's stuffing me full of his release, finally getting what I wanted, the only thing I wanted. He lets out a chant that sounds like a slur of my name, the rest incoherent fucking himself into me to ride out his high, mine still on the edge not having tipped over.Â
He pulls out of me, watching as he does so and sees some of his cum start dripping out of me. "Can't waste any of it now can we?" he says using his fingers to gather it up and stuff it back inside me. "You never came" he says brushing the hair out of my face after opting to sit next to me on the bed. I flinch at his motions, wanting to be as far away from him as possible now. "It's fine, just go" I say placing both of my hands over my eyes trying to get them to finally stop shedding tears.Â
He reaches over and kisses my waist which again has me flinching, opening my eyes and snapping them back to him, surprised by the gesture "Ease your mind" he whispers, "It's all over" he finishes and places one last kiss on my stomach. "See you soon" he says mumbles to my stomach, taunting me with the fact that I'll soon be carrying his child. "Get out!" I yell, picking up the first thing I find and throwing it at him, with him narrowly dodging it.Â
"I'll come back tomorrow to see how you're doing since you won't let me take care of you now" he says and grabs his clothes and walks into the bathroom in the hallway to get dressed, but once he emerges I call out to him before he goes. "Jungkook" I say having him stopping in his tracks, coming back in and leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. "Not a word" I say while glaring, repulsed with everything about him.Â
"Not a word, just trust me". Â
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Helloooo, just saw the big ol Callie rant and thought Iâd share my (albeit not as detailed) thoughts cause the first Splatoon game I played was Splatoon 2 and I took my sweet time on the story mode.
Despite her being your main companion throughout the story mode, I found Marieâs spiteful and clearly discriminatory language towards the Octarians to be consistent overkill, while she was obviously mad about Callie âgoing missingâ, these fellas were only doing their jobs and it was painfully clear that Marie had an inherent dislike for their entire species. Since I hadnât seen Craig Cuttlefish before I didnât know that this discrimination came from him, with a distinct parallel between their jabs (aggression being directed and focussed at the Octarian species at a whole rather than the reason youâre here in the first place) and with the fact that I was the one barging in and committing wanton destruction and violence in their territory the universal hate felt incredibly undeserved.
As for Callie, no Squid Sisters songs feel so authentic and genuine as the ones made in Octo Canyon. Even Bomb Rush Blush isnât trying to sound perfect for any pop loverâs fragile little ears, itâs erratic and fills every silence like a one sided argument. With each song sounding like a vent album and the art showing Callie to be miserable and having to desperately hide it on the surface, sheâs seemingly using her distance from Inklings as an opportunity to be completely outwardly honest and express the deeper emotions that wouldnât be accepted in the media sheâs surrounded by. Rather than âI REMEMBER!!!â being some ooga booga the cool glasses magic has been dispelled, I saw it more as Callie accepting these emotions sheâd kept from expressing and realising her lifestyle and family meant enough to her that it would be more worth it to try and work through those feelings with them rather than use an outlet that worries them. Additionally, she has quite the opposite view on Octarians to Marie, finding them consistently cute and clearly still being friends with Octavio as they collaborated during the Low Water Party after the events of Octo Expansion (discreet lore but it shows she truly had an enjoyable time there!)
Now I could ramble about DJ Octavio for hours so I will cut this short, while - as you mentioned - Octavio was helping Callie escape the stress of her lifestyle in the interest of his own species, (uh oh the can of worms is threatening to open) insert the fact that Octavio winning means species equality through political negotiations put off for hundreds of years. I know! Oh goodness gracious how terrifying! The spicy beats man has used drastic measures due to neglect and forced poverty of a substantially sized society through giving stressed squid sanctuary! Next he might use his technological advancements in energy efficiency to revolutionise our industrial infrastructure- SHIELD YOUR EYES, CHILDREN!!
oh hey! cheers for reading the full thing!
Oh... oh damn... you just plopped your own rant in here, jesus.
I respect it honestly, i respect the hustle.
You know what's kinda crazy? From my knowledge and what people say online, Marie's hatred for Octarians as a species is a NoA localisation thing and not something in the original Japanese version of Splatoon 2. I could be wrong on that but that's just something I've heard in the grapevine.
Yet another example of poor localisation due to deadlines and rushed development cycles!!! ISNT IT SO FUN HOW IT KEEPS OCCURRING AND HOW PEOPLE BELIEVE IT INCLUDING LOUD VOICES IN THE COMMUNITY AND WIKIS TAKING THE NOA VERSIONS AS THE HOLY GRAIL?!?!?! SO FUN!!!!
(Massive fucking sarcasm.)
I dont have much else to say in response to your ask but, I wanna touch on DJ Octavio for a bit because I think the way that Nintendo treats him as well as the fanbase treats him kinda fucking sucks and flips flops between different personalities and actions he's done.
I swear to god people have such different takes on his personality and what he's done over the three games and it's a real headache to deal with. And the way that a lot of people talk about what he did in Splatoon 2 and the suggestions people say.... ugh... they make him so unredeemable and disgusting.
In Splatoon 1, depending on if you play the NoA version or European/Japanese version, he's either very silly and in your face, making musical puns and being a loud mouth. Or he's trying to be intimating and he gets to the point in his dialogue instead of making musical puns.
The worst things he did in that game was kidnap Cuttlefish and tie him up as bait to fight Agent 3, and stealing the power source for the Inklings. Cuttlefish is a frail old man and Octavio has anger towards him, so it makes sense he would go after him and snatch him up.
And then in Splatoon 2, people wanna fucking say that Octavio kidnapped Callie and brainwashed her, removing all of her memories and making her into a slave for the Octarian army... LIKE... WHAT?!?!?! OCTAVIO IN SPLATOON 1 WASNT THAT EVIL!!! WHY DO PEOPLE SUDDENLY SAY HE DID SOMETHING INCREDIBLY UNREDEEMABLE LIKE THAT?!?! WHY DOES NINTENDO PUSH THAT SHIT TOO?!?! ITS SO ANNOYING!!!!
AND PEOPLE BRING UP THIS PIECE OF CONCEPT ART TOO AND GUYS!!! ITS JUST FUCKING CONCEPT ART!!! ITS NOT CANON!! THERES NO EVIDENCE TO PROVE THAT THIS HAPPENED IN THE REMATCH FIGHTS!!! YOU BRAIN DEAD SONS OF-
You can't just go from "im gonna use Cuttlefish as bait because I hate that guy!" To "neheheh, when Callie isn't looking... I'm gonna grab her and brainwash her!" And then to "IM GONNA GET THAT OLD BASTARD AGAIN! HE TOOK MY ARMY!!!" You can't flip flop between silly old guy wanting vengeance against his lover to enemy Cuttlefish, to a malicious beast that kidnaps young women dude. You can't just do that.
You see the issue here? People give Octavio this ultra dark stain on his legacy and I think it ultimately ruins his redemption in Splatoon 3. He did something unredeemable and you cannot go back from that.
It makes more logical sense for Octavio to use his abilities of propaganda and manipulation out of desperation to convince Callie to join him. Octavio is a general and does things out of rage and vengeance from the past. He is not malicious in his actions and a lot of them can be justifiable. It makes more sense for Octavio to go "I need Callie because my peeps are dying, I'll convince her to join me and then I'll hypnotise her so she's more comfortable in the Octo Canyon to help my troops!"
Octavio is still obviously in the wrong for hypnotising Callie, duh. But, like I've said a trillion times, hypnosis isn't mind control, you cannot force someone to do something against their knowledge and morals. So it's more justifiable for Octavio to hypnotise Callie than to literally kidnap her and brainwash her while she was kicking and screaming, trying to stop him. Okay? WE GOOD SPLATOON COMMUNITY?!?!?!
Ugh.
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Lie to Me: Part 2[***]
Dark!Cassian x reader
Summary: With plans for your husband and dear friend, Eris, to take the throne, youâve kept Cassianâs secret to yourself. With the turbulence of navigating Court politics, your husbandâs private alliance with the Night Court needs to be maintained more carefully than ever, meaning that at least for now, no one will know that their General ever put his hands on you.
Warnings: Cassian gets forgiven, dub-con but itâs pretty soft, mentions of past non-con, smut, tiny sequin of angst, emotion hurt/comfort?
Word Count: 7,424
-Part 1-
âIâll go,â you answer simply.
Sharp caramel eyes run over you appraisingly, and you hold still beneath his attention. He leans forward on his desk, discarding the reports and instead propping his chin on interleaved fingers. âThatâs much too dangerous,â he replies after a pause, ânow more than ever I need you by my side. Even if itâs for the sole purpose of having my court see us together, we need a united front. Youâll stay here.â
âEris, this is likely a pivotal moment in your lifetime. In the history of the Autumn Court even. I donât believe this is a task that can be delegated to someone we donât trust entirely,â you reason, keeping your spine straight, eyes locked on his. âIf their General will be travelling too, we need to show our trust. I am the perfect person to sendâthey know we trust one another, so sending me will be a show of good faith. On top of all this, I know what to look for. Excluding us, only one other person knows, who we trust, and he needs to stay here. It is far more important that you are shown to be well protected and untouchable than for your wife to be at your side.â
He levels you with a hard look, decisions passing through his mind, taking in your arguments. Eris sighs, at last leaning back into his chair, crossing his long legs at the ankles. âIt is the more sensible solution, isnât it?â He relents, at last allowing the exhaustion to show on his features, head tipping back into his chair. A sad smile curves the edges of your mouth, stepping forward to rest your hand on his shoulder. âItâll likely only take a week or so, no longer. Iâll be back before you know it.â Eris scoffs, but doesnât try to remove your hand. âIâm not some moony eyed husband,â he reminds sardonically, âI will manage a few days relieved of your presence.â
âMhm,â you reply skeptically, âsure.â
Eris shoots you a glare, but itâs lacking the sharp flame that he usually puts into it. He relents, hand settling atop your own, one of the few displays of open affection he allows, rare but appreciated. âBe as efficient as possible,â he reminds, watching you quietly. âI donât like having to share you with that brute so often.â
Fighting the discomfort thatâs squirming beneath your skin, you force a smile. âI assure you, husband, you have nothing to worry about.â
ââââ
âYouâre late,â you say neutrally, eyes sliding open to mark the approaching figure.
âYou were early,â Cassian counters, grinning broadly as he saunters into the clearing, sharp hazel eyes checking likely for the fifth time there are no unexpected guests. âI arrived at the minute we agreed on, so really youâre the one who wasnât on time.â
âThis alliance is important,â you reply, watching him warily from your seat on the ground, back propped against a tree, arms outstretched to perch upon your knees, bag leaned beside you on the broad trunk. âItâs discourteous and inconsiderate to not arrive at least a few minutes early preemptively. It sends a message.â
âYou think I have all the time in the world to simply accompany Erisâ whims?â He asks rhetorically, an easy grin on his mouth as he approaches you, stopping a sensible distance away. âI have my own duties that had to be taken care of for it to be possible for me to accompany you. Isnât that enough?â
You get to your feet, watching him distrustfully as you stretch your arms far above your head, loosening the taut muscle. âIllyrians giving you some trouble?â You ask neutrally, an edge to your voice, marking his hazel eyes that seem to be pointedly remaining locked on your own, not for a second dipping lower as they once used to. In a way you once enjoyed. âAs troublesome as usual,â he answers vaguely, caution entering his gaze despite the curve of his soft mouth.
You hum in response, shucking the bag back onto your shoulders, easing out the straps and tying them across your front to evenly disperse the weight. âThatâs good to hear,â you say blandly, and he walks closer once youâve finished, preparing for the long journey ahead, travelling to the unclaimed land of Under the Mountain. Seeking the Weaverâs cottage that has been left hopefully abandoned for some time, remaining uninhabited.
âNobody saw you?â You ask, and even to your ears itâs a low jab. Of course he wouldnât have been followed, itâs just a cheap shot to remind him what heâs done. Of the betrayal heâd forced you through.
Cassian recognises this, something shameful flickering in his gaze, chin lowering by an almost invisible angle. âNobody saw,â he replies quietly, eyes locking as acknowledgement passes through his features, regret inseparably intwined. âAll it takes is one person, General,â you remind lowly, staring him down.
His throat rolls, but he nods, dipping his head. Understanding the conversation is no longer about his journey, simply that it is a superficial front for more serious topics. âMaybe one day itâll come to light of its own accord,â he says quietly, hazel eyes swirling and deep.
âUntil then,â you reply, pushing flame into your gaze.
âUntil then,â he repeat, nodding.
ââââ
Itâs the second day, and youâre waiting silently in a clearing for Cassian to return from the marketplace with food for supper.
Between the two of you, you mutually came to the conclusion he would be less recognisable, both for his familiarity in subtlety, and the likeliness that the Fae filling an exchange hub would hopefully not be the kind to be well acquainted with warlords. You pull your cloak tighter, air still heavy with the crisp ice of the Winter Court, and this will be the last time you pass through a town before reaching your destination, hence replenishing food supplies for the next forty-eight hours.
Privately you had hoped to be the one to go into the market as you have visited before, and would have liked to pass by a few familiar destinations. As well as some newer establishments.
It feels strange to think you would be entitled to a bed in the asylum.
During Amaranthaâs reign, Viviane, who had temporarily assumed control of the Court in the High Lordâs absence, had opened a shelter for any who could make it, irrelevant of the Court they hailed from. Anything from grieving the loss of a loved one, to have been taken advantage ofâeveryone was welcome.
Despite what had happened with Cassian, it didnât feel right. It was different. How could you compare your own experience with some of the traumatising stories others had been put through during Amaranthaâs dominion? It was wrong, but⌠It hadnât been that bad. Youâd lived, come out of it without scars, or any deformationsâthat was enough to separate you from the people within the asylum.
A twig snaps, and you remove your attention from the white dove perched upon a frosty branch, to the towering Illyrian approaching you. The fire continues to crackle away, having used your magic to set it ablaze without need for fuelâlucky, seeming as you wouldâve had a hard time finding dry kindling, given the snow thatâs thick on the floor. While heâd been away youâd also been tasked with clearing patches for each of you to sleep, a noticeable distance apart, though each are sizeable enough to comfortably accommodate your respective body masses.
After supperâthat he prepares, and you notice he gives you the larger portion ofâthe two of your drift to your cleared spaces, setting up the bedrolls and unfolding the thick blankets that were specifically fashioned with Winter Court temperatures in mind, fleece thickly layering the insides with insulation spells woven between the thread. Yet even with every advantage, the cold seems to be finding ways to infiltrate, despite the warm clothes, the heat contained within your body, the crackling fire that should be providing some level of warmth.
Before long your teeth are close to chattering, stomach spasming with cold, toes and legs curled and pressed flush together as you huddle tighter.
With an irritated sigh, you shove the blanket off, the icy temperature instantly setting deeper into your bones. âCassian, move over,â you mutter reluctantly, sending a wave of heat to melt a pathway in the snow so you can tread across without freezing your feet off, carefully moving your bedroll to tuck beside his.
He makes no comment about the use of his name at last, just shifting over as much as he can, opening his blanket to overlap with your own, and you settle down, putting as much distance between you as possible. Still, the cold doesnât abate, unable to siphon his warmth from the proximity. âYou know,â he tries quietly with forced lightness, strain evident, âyou should probably come closer. Youâll get frostbite.â
âIâm fine,â you bite out stiffly, curled tight, able to see as your breath fogs before you. Heâs silent, but you can practically hear his hesitance, the pause in his voice, both of you knowing heâs right. âI wonâtâŚIâm not going to do anything,â he whispers, voice thick and heavy. âSo you can come closer. You need to warm up.â You grit your teeth, blowing out a breath, before rolling over to his side, Cassian having already pulled his winter blanket over more, allowing you to take in the heat heâs warmed it with.
âYouâve given me too much,â you manage quietly, disliking the proximity you have with the male, the possibilities at last dawning on you as a potential reality. Itâs unlikely he would be able to succeed, but⌠âItâs fine,â he replies stiffly. Your brows narrow, pushing up from the bed, seeing his left wing exposed the other side of him, sticking out from beneath. You glare down at hazel, simultaneously angry at him for so blatantly causing himself to suffer, as if it will serve as penance, and frustrated at him for doing something so foolish. Heâs always been the kind of male to put people he cares about first, even if it hurts him sometimes.
You pull his blanket further onto your side, and he hisses as the icy wind kisses the sensitive skin of his wings, flinching at the cold. Still he doesnât complain, and you donât doubt he would allow you to take the blanket entirely, feeling he deserves the night of pain. But despite everything, you know he isnât that bad. Youâre the only one heâs wronged in that way, and you can excuse it for one night, reminding yourself forcefully of the good heâs done until this point. Youâre old enough to know life isnât black and white, no matter how desperately you wish it wasâhow much easier things would be if there was a straightforward answer to your enigmatic relationship.
So despite having dragged his blanket away, so his left wing is entirely uncovered, trembling slightly as it tucks tight to his back, you shift your own blanket to cover it, leaning over him to make sure heâs sealed in, while remaining wary of touching the intimate expanse. Silently, you settle back beneath the thick duvet heâs already heated, wordlessly shifting closer, fighting the tightness that seizes your muscles as his arms tentatively wrap around your body, shifting beneath your rib cage, gingerly pulling you to his chest, your head ducking beneath his chin.
Aching familiarity pierces your breastbone, nostalgia for the times before heâd chosen his path, destroying centuries of friendship, bordering on something greater; something deeper. How many nights had you fallen asleep haphazardly on his bed, only to wake repeatedly in this very position, having subconsciously slotted together in your sleep, a strange magnetism that would connect you.
âThese blankets are less that satisfactory,â you mutter, silently pointing your finger in foolish attempts to soothe the conflicting feelings burning in your gut.
âThe shop owner must have lied about their insulation,â he replies thickly, and you canât decide whether you believe him or not. A month ago, you wouldnât have doubted him for a second, but now youâre not so sure. You hum, and itâs clear he can detect your indecision, body shifting ever so slightly. His scent wraps around you, at once comforting and unsettling, the contradiction of emotions he seeds in you feeling like whiplash.
âDid you manage to find the store I mentioned?â You ask, needing a distraction from his encompassing touch, hyper aware of every place your bodies are connecting, skin tingling beneath his heat. âSure did,â he responds stiffly, âyour directions were spot on.â You donât know if you imagine his fingers inching higher, his palm flattening over your spine, his head dipping so he can nose at your scent, but it sparks an ember of intensity across your chest, emotions concentrating into something difficult to contain, but you canât figure what.
âYou saw the asylum, then?â You ask shortly.
His body tenses at your back, pounds of muscle locking, breath hitching briefly before easing out. âI did,â he murmurs hoarsely, but you canât quite muster the energy to feel bad for what youâre doing, even if for all purposes of the trip and alliance you had sworn you wouldnât bring it up again unless you were in danger. You hum, settling tighter in his hold, âI wanted to visit.â
Cassian freezes, large frame stiffening, head dipping to peer down and you can feel the light tremble in his hands. You wonder if perhaps heâs finding this as torturous as you are, though for a different set of reasons. âIâm sorry,â he breathes, the apology weak and broken. âIâm so sorry,â he repeats, shaky hands holding you carefully, as if youâre going to shatter and dissolve in his arms should he make a single wrong move.
The confession catches you off guard, anger burning in your veins, hands flattening against his chest to feel how his heart is pounding wildly, inclining your chin to stare up at him, so close together. âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he whispers, one hand tentatively rising over your arm, moving to cup your jaw, scared youâll jerk away. You donât, too frozen stiff with shock, and his palm settles across your skin. âI swear it,â he breathes, brows curved with pain, âI regret doing it. I donât know what came over me. You knowâ You know Iâm not that sort of person,â he tries to plead, while you remain speechless.
âI hate to break it to you, Cassian, but you made yourself that sort of person,â you spit lowly, bottom lip wobbling. âIt was wrong. You clearly understand that if youâre apologising, but chose to do it anyway.â
âThen why did you agree to come on this mission with me. You canât have not known,â he whispers.
âBecause I have a duty,â you hiss. âEverything I do is to help Eris, to help the people who are forced to suffer in my Court. You know this. Donât pretend itâs a surprise.â
He stares at you, eyes marginally widened, lips parted and you stare back.
âYou thought Iâd forgive you?â You breathe hoarsely, utterly disbelieving.
Heâs silent, rendered temporarily mute by shock and despair. Then: âwas it really that bad?â He asks weakly. And yet fury fails you, the broken dissonance in his question, asked so sincerely. âI trusted you,â you whisper, too taken by emotion to shield yourself. âYou led me on,â he breathes pleadingly. âFor years, decades, you led me on.â His brows curve, lips carved in a regretful line as he stares at you with hot eyes. âYou didnât trust me,â he whispers brokenly, âyou just liked knowing when the day came for thatâ that piece of shit to take the throne, youâd have Rhysâs ear through me.â
Your eyes widen, lips parting in devastation but he gives you no room to speak.
âI thought you felt the same as I did,â he bites out, âI thought there was time to figure something out, to get you away from him, so you could be with me. We could be together.â His hold has tightened on you significantly, and you know you should be terrified of his loss of control, but instead youâre paralysed as his heart shatters before your eyes. âBut that wasnât the case, was it?â He asks, voice breaking. âDid you find it funny? Did the two of you laugh together when you told him how blindly in love I am with you? I bet your conversations were rife with jokes about it. About the mongrel bastard who thought a purebred lady might see something in him that was worth a damn.â
Hot wells gather in his eyes, ready to spill over no matter how he tries to master himself, how much he tries to blink them away. âI was so stupid,â he breathes brokenly, forehead pressing to your own as his lids squeeze shut. âSo stupid for even thinking youâd pick me over him. For trying to be betterââ
âDonât do that Cassian,â you manage to hiss, sadness and rage twining together into something wicked and inconceivable. âDonât hide behind your poor self-esteem like that. Donât try and manipulate me into feeling sorry for hating you.â
The General flinches, breath stuttering as if you just jabbed him in the throat, like youâd just smacked him in the face.
âI trusted you,â you whisper, eyes feeling hot, âand you broke that trust. If you had just waitedââ
âI waited decades,â he hisses, unaware of the bruises heâs putting into your skin from how desperately heâs holding you. âI waited centuries for you, and even when I thought you felt the same I never made a move because I knew you wouldnât give yourself that freedom out of some fucked-up sense of loyalty to him.â You practically recoil in his arms, but he brings you tighter to his chest, hearts almost pounding against one another from how flush you are.
âAnd that somehow entitled you to me?â You breathe. âYour actions are your own, General, no matter what you try to tell yourself. You knew what was going to happen, that I was already married, how else was it going to end?â Tears slip out but you shove them away with the palm of your hand. âMaybe things wouldnât have gone anywhere, but they could have ended better,â you say shakily, âbecause we were good together. There was something between us. I did love you back.â
âThen why didnât you come with me?â He groans in pain, hot water splashing on the bedroll.
âBecause thatâs not what Iâm needed for,â you cry. âFor fucks sake, Cassian, put yourself in my position. I love my Court, and I can see it becoming a place of safety and wonder, and I truly believe Eris can do that, but I need to be there for it. Surely you can understand that. If not my loyalty to him, then loyalty and love for my home, and a dream for a better world.â
The words hang taut between you, bare and bloody, beating with a faint fleshy pulse, ripped and torn from the warm heat of wet tissue.
âWhy did you do that Cassian?â You whisper, staring up at him, searching for an answer in the male you once trusted and loved.
âIâm sorry,â he breathes, clutching you tighter like you might leave him right then and there, turning without looking back.
âIâm sorry.â
ââââ
The next day passes slower than the previous two combined, words from the night before haunting your travels as you breech the lands Under the Mountain.
Having found the Weaverâs cottage, thankfully vacant, youâd been unable to summon even a spark of relief upon locating the object youâd entered this mission to find. No matter its importance, your heart was silent in your chest.
Youâre able to make a good pace, and reach a small cabin contained within the unruled lands, having been standing longer than you can remember, seemingly as belonging to the sinister forestry as the strange creatures that lurk there. Thereâs hardly enough energy for talk, spent from a long night of arguing, emotions flayed raw.
From the other room you hear Cassian swear, the entirety of the small hut comprised of two tight rooms. You instinctively follow to the sound, spotting the single bed thatâs the object of his startled aggravation. Hazel eyes hesitantly turn to you, but you hardly have the energy to care, just shaking your head, turning to make for the kitchen.
âOne more night,â he hears you mutter bitterly under your breath, his heart fracturing a little more from the harsh words, so clearly resentful.
Supper comes and goes, and eventually itâs time for rest. The numbness has been given time to thaw, and once again you find yourself dreading his presence, being in such close proximity to the male whoâd so brutally betrayed you. But itâs just one more night, then youâll go your separate ways: him back to his Night Court, and you back to Eris.
Eris, you remind yourself, the Autumn Court. Your reasons for why youâre on this mission, facing him again. Itâs for your Court.
âIâll be on guard,â Cassian says from behind you, leathers removed, leaving him in more domestic clothing that tugs at your heart strings. Youâre ashamed to admit youâd once dared to fantasise about running away with him, living together in a cabin that would have ideally been larger than this, but you wouldnât have complained.
âDonât bother,â you reply dully, pulling the covers back, unable to look at him. âYouâll wake up anyway if thereâs a hitch. Rest.â
He doesnât argue with your reasoning, whether because heâs privately glad to have one more night beside you, or because he knows youâre much too tired to deal with more abrasion, you canât tell, and realise you donât particularly care.
Once again he presses up against you, arms wrapping around your body needlessly, no longer in need of being kept warm. Neither of you comment on it, despite how strange it would seem were either of you consciously recalling the recent events. But it feels natural and familiar in a way both of you crave in that moment, wishing to be returned to how things were so you donât have to deal with how things are.
Cassianâs head dips slightly, nose brushing the crown of your head and you hear him inhale quietly, as if ashamed to still be needing you so greatly in spite of everything thatâs happened. Feeling undeserving to even be indulging in your scent, but itâs been a month since heâs seen you, and he somehow doubts the meetings will increase at all in frequency. This very well might be the last time he sees you for a long time.
He wonders if heâll be expected to attend the ball that will inevitably be thrown once Eris becomes High Lord and you his Lady of Autumn.
Not quite a Queen in their eyes, but something similar.
He peers down at you then, huddled reluctantly to his chest in order to both be able to fit on the bed, and laments with his entire soul.
Do you think youâll be able to forgive him one day?
The silence of the cabin stretches between you, and he feels your muscles begin to lose their tautness. âI donât know,â you whisper. âI hardly know how I feel about you now, even having had a month to sit with it.â
Horror rushes through him, realising heâd spoken aloud, but you raise your head to look at him, silencing his words with a single glance. âNo matter what youâve done, I never meant to lead you on,â you murmur, âIâd thought the end result would be obvious.â
âSome people get happy endings,â he whispers, chest tingling beneath your touch. You remain silent, and he feels his stomach drop through the floor.
âYou know I hate myself for it,â he says thickly. Honestly.
âI donât wantâŚâ Your expression shows conflict, brows scrunching together in a pained look. âI hate you a bit, too.â Ice slices through his heart at your words, his torment reflected in your own features. âYou know I never meant to hurt you,â he whispers, and you can feel the words echo across your mouth. âBut you did hurt me. And you hurt yourself more in the process,â you reply, âso what was the point?â
âI didnât want him to have you,â he breathes at last, the true motive finally being brought to light. âHe has everything. He doesnât need you.â
âSo thatâs what it comes down to,â you muse bitterly. âPossession.â
âI wanted to love you,â he whispers, lips brushing your forehead, and youâre startled by how close heâs gotten, hazel bearing down on you. âI still do.â
âIâll burn you alive,â you threaten, voice cracking at the imagery, hands heating on his chest.
Cassian dips lower, brow pressing lightly to yours. âYou could burn me to cinders,â he answers, hands sliding over your own, keeping your palm over his heart. âIf you told themâany of themâthey wouldnât be angry. Not with you, at least. You could get away with it.â
âIt would tear them apart,â you whisper, hands increasing by degrees along with the pace of your heart. âIf it would even begin to fix anything between usâŚâ he murmurs, hazel locking deeply with you. âLet me burn.â
His mouth grazes yours, then heâs pressing down firmer, committing like itâs his final act, hands losing their tremors, holding you like youâre the one made of ashes. Like youâre the most precious thing in his world, about to be set ablaze and forever lost to the wind. The decision is passed over to youâheâs made his stance. As twisted as it is, heâs showing willingness in his own way, resigning himself from the torment of choosing, of navigating all the endless angles and spikes that seem to perpetually be dragging you apart.
Heat stings at his chest, singeing his clothes, and he hisses into your mouth, heart pounding wildly in whatâs possibly the most reckless move of his life, waiting for the fire to consume him whole.
Your mind whirs with conflict, heâs committing the crime right before you, but itâs so soft and tender, and something youâve yearned for almost as long as he has. His eyes have slid shut, but you watch him, skin flushed as he plies your lips apart, brows narrowed in concentration, taking every last detail in, down to the stitching pattern thatâs running beneath his fingertips.
The smell of singed cloth filtrates through the room, smokey and burnt, and your hands have broken through his shirt, bare palms burning against scar-slashed skin, packed with muscle and the heat of lifeâheat thatâs barely an ember in the face of your flames, licking from your fingertips with desire to devour him. His heart is beating against your own, mouth opening with wet heat, latching flush with you as his hands stroke your sides reassuringly.
Itâs okay to let him go.
Your hands jerk away, trying to shove at him but the tender hold is deceptively overpowering, and he keeps you tight to his body, tongue dipping in as he angles your mouth, diving deeper. You squirm, desperate to wriggle free, to run from the choices heâs presented you with: either choose him or follow through with your protection. An impossible conundrum.
His hand glides up your spine, arcing beneath his touch, palm tilting your head back as his lips leave your mouth, lowering to your throat. âCassian,â you gasp, blood pumping through your body with fear. âDonât do this again.â Yet he simply guides your hands to return to his chest, as if reminding you of your power to stop him, the power you have over him. âNo matter what happens,â he whispers hoarsely, kissing down to your collar bones, âIâll continue to love you after tonight. No matter what you do, or who you pick.â His mouth reaches the neckline of your top, and his palm skates across the bare skin of your abdomen, ducking beneath the fabric. âYouâre strong enough to survive on your own, now.â
âCassian,â you cry softly, not wanting to force the betrayal upon Eris in order to survive it yourself, yet seemingly unable to return it to the male before you. Youâre certain he can feel the violent trembling of your fingers, the way heat surges and flickers as your power spasms with indecision, emotions flashing through you with such forceful velocity real sparks zap against tan skin. His hot mouth latches over a space below your jaw, tingling with feather-ish energy, his roughened palm sliding over the bare skin of your waist, trailing up your spine as he gently brings your shirt with him, the fabric catching beneath your breasts.
âDonât make me choose,â you whisper, shaking as his touch returns to your front, dipping beneath your arm to graze intimately across your rib cage. âI canât kill you, Cassian,â you breathe, tears welling even as frustration warms your body at your own inaction. If youâre stumbling here, how will you ever survive as Lady of Autumn? But this task is far more difficult than anything youâve ever been forced to deal with, finally coming face to face with his emotions, feelings that have been quietly left to themselves for centuries, gently shunned back into the darkness so they wouldnât have to be acknowledged. Now theyâve developed, having only grown stronger with neglect, learning to thrive off what little heâs been given, concentrating into something verging on poisonous. Proving potentially deadly now to both of you.
âItâs okay,â he whispers, palm rising higher, and you gasp as he cups your breast, thumb softly grazing your nipple. âYouâd be right to.â
He pushes your top up the final way, pulling you indulgently closer, shuddering slightly as he feels the softness of your breasts flush to his chest, pressing with delightful fullness. Your heart stutters, tremors fluttering through your body, an unfamiliar heat traitorously gathering in response to the soft touches.
You slide your left hand away from his chest, right palm remaining over his heart like a safety net, shaky fingers stumbling higher over the muscle of his shoulders, rising to thread through the black, silky hair heâs at last let down for the night. Cassianâs lips falter on your throat, temporarily rendered immobile by disbelief, unable to understand the meaning of your touch.
âSweetheart?â He breathes shakily, brow resting on the crook between your shoulder and neck. Heat surges across the skin of his chest, stinging with short, burning pain at his pause, and he stutters back into action, heart pounding wildly, fingers taking the tumbling trip down the trail of your sternum, passing lower, digits grazing the soft skin of your abdomen.
Your hand grasps his hair tighter as he slides lower, shifting in the bed so youâre once again tucked beneath his chin, and you gasp as he cups your heat, having silently slipped beneath the band of your nightwear.
For one night, you realise youâve decided. For one night, alone together in unruled territory, where there is no higher power present save for the Mother, no laws to obey nor unspoken rules to follow. In terrain where creatures and beasts from folklore and fairytales cohabit organically, through violence or coercion, you allow yourself to join them in their brutal form of existence. To alleviate the burden on your shoulders, relieve yourself from the pressure of seeking a right solution, and resign to a night of freedom.
His fingers prod lightly at your entrance, and your hands connect at the nape of his neck, releasing him from the worry of pain, allowing him to move without the hindrance of burning fingertips. For the first time since heâs put his hands on you tonight, he fumbles, caught off guard from your acceptance after centuries of being lead to believe you would never allow this to happen.
âCassian,â you breathe tersely, and he stumbles again at the heat in your voice, swallowing thickly as he meets your eyes. âI might notâve been able to do anything before,â you whisper, maintaining enough distance to hold his gaze as your right hand slides from his back, brushing against his throat, and you can see from the strain in his features his instincts are roaring for him to defend himself, having already been burned by your fire. âBut if you lose interest now because Iâm willingâŚâ Your palm heats, enough flame rising to your skin to bite at his windpipe, eyes prickling as his throat stings. âIâll cook you from the inside out and have you served as a coronation dish.â
The General shivers, though it has nothing to do with fear. He can see the bleak conviction carved in your eyes, the grim strength rolling from your palm, ready to follow up on your threat should he prove himself to be morally irreparable.
âI wouldnât dream of it,â he breathes, lips brushing, nose grazing against your own, close enough he could swear he feels the flutter of your lashes against his skin. The heat recedes, throat feeling cool as you release him, hands threading through his hair, eyes locking heatedly and you incline your chin. Cassian groans softly, at last lowering his mouth to yours, latching over top it with sweet relief, pleasurable aches blossoming in his lower body as you respond.
His fingers slide between your legs, thigh raising to swing over his hip, and you pause when his digits press inside, lips parting, allowing him to dip his tongue in and taste you. Arousal coalesces in the pit of your stomach, a soft sound of pleasure fluttering into his mouth as he curls inside of you, having you roll down onto him, sweet noises of intimacy being swapped between your bodies.
One hand trails down his chest, wrapping around his wrist, wanting to pull him away. Cassian pauses, drawing back from your mouth, tan skin hot and flushed as he peers at you quietly, irrationally worried youâve had a change of heart. âI want to feel you Cassian,â you whisper, unbothered by the blunt words. He reaches forward, swiping across your glossy clit, circling lightly. âWeâre in no rush,â he reassures, âwe have all night.â
âMaybe you arenât,â you mumble, eyes remaining locked on his as your fingers begin deftly untying the strings of his leathers, marking the roll of his throat.
He exhales heavily, almost a hiss, finally pushing your hand away so he can free himself fasterâhis need was manageable until you gave him that look, all heat and bedroom eyes. âAlright,â he whispers, watching as you remove your clothes with equal haste, hunger making his breathing irregular, the scent of your arousal wrapping around him so thoroughly he feels dizzy.
Cassian moves to be on top of you, but your muscles lock, refusing to relent, causing him to ease up, peering at you with heat in his eyes. âI donât⌠Not yet,â you murmur, heart pounding and through the arousal he catches a glimpse of the wariness. Fear heâs put into your body.
The General swallows thickly, but nods, rolling onto his back so his wings are pinned, a small discomfort heâll gladly undergo for your safety. Rough palms gently settle over your thighs, simply resting without pressure or guidance as you climb atop him, legs parting over his lap. Your breath stutters as you feel him between your thighs, the thick weight of him resting against his stomach, moisture beading at his tip. Your tongue swipes out over your lips, gripping him carefully, raising your hips to guide his head to your entrance, Cassian relinquishing all control to allow you your comfort.
âYou know this wonât fix anything,â you breathe, holding him just away from where you both want to be joined. Hurt and regret flicker in his hazel eyes, but he nods. âI understand.â
âYou know this might not happen again,â you whisper, skin pebbling in the cool air of the cabin. He hesitates, before swallowing and nodding. âI know.â
âI canât give you any more than this.â
Again pain flickers in his gaze, features twisting into a carving of sadness. You sigh, palm settling flat over the firm planes of his abdomen. âCassian,â you say, quietly, âmaybe we just werenât meant to be together.â
âDonât say that,â he whispers hoarsely. âWhat I feel for youâŚitâs not coincidental. Itâs intended.â
âThat doesnât matter,â you sigh, lips curving down. âIâm needed in Autumn, how you are in Night. To both serve, and rule. Tonight is the only exception to that, and after thisââ
âDonât,â he begs, âdonât.â
âThis needs to be mutual,â you reason quietly. âHow things were beforeâŚthey canât continue. How Iâm perceived, the things I doâŚa Lady of Autumn wonât be able to have casual dinners with you, or nights in drinking. So we need to⌠Itâll only hurt more if we canât agree on this.â
âYouâve been his wife for decades,â he manages roughly, pushing through the words. âI wonât suddenly stop loving you just because of your title. I know it canât be as frequent, but it wonât be never.â
Your brows tie together sorrowfully, and his heart trips up.
âThis past month,â he hedges, fighting the worry in his blood, âhave youâŚâ He shakes his head, eyes sliding shut as he eases in a breath, returning his gaze to you. âDo you love him?â
You watch him silently. Noting the vulnerability in his features, emotion spread raw, and you know without a doubt you could repay him tenfold for the brief pain he caused you with a few well-selected words.
ButâŚ
âNo,â you whisper. âNot how I love you.â
His body reacts as if heâs at last been released from a torture bed, slumping and turning organically pliable, rested and well-used, like freshly oiled hinges. Maybe you hadnât quite understood the depth of his insecurity, how ingrained in him that sense of worthlessness had been implanted, and if created wholly from inadequacies.
âThatâs all that matters,â he breathes, hand reaching up to cup your jaw. âThatâs all I care about.â
âCassianâŚâ
You lean into his touch, eyes sliding shut momentarily. Mourning the loss of normalcy. âWeâll find time,â he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek, your kiss raising to lock with tender hazel. âWeâll be together.â
And in a lapse of sense, you allow yourself to believe him, believe things will be okay, believe that there will be time, believe that things can work between you. âWeâll be together,â you repeat quietly, and at last the two of you connect.
You lower down atop him, Cassian sucking in a sharp breath as his hand drops from your cheek to your hip, then away again to fist at his sides, reminding himself that youâre the one in control. He wonât take that away from you again. Your lips part, pulse increasing as you take him in, feeling as he slowly fills you up, stuffing you full, until the backs of your thighs are flush with his hips, pressed tight together.
The silence is filled with heavy pants, breathing deeply as pleasure warms your skin, bubbling and sizzling between you. But heâs so big, so large that it feels as though youâre winded, unable to absorb the air in your lungs despite inhaling intentionally. A fluttery moan spills from your lips, and you scent as his arousal concentrates at the sound, your spine arching against him so he touches different spots inside of you.
���Oh godsâŚâ you breathe, at last joined together in the way you never thought would happen. âOh gods, CassianâŚâ
âIâm here,â he breathes, hands still clutching the bedroll. âIâm right here sweetheart.â Heavy pants puff from your chest, but you manage to grapple for him, hands stuttering across his chest, urging him upward. He follows almost immediately, sitting up on the bed, arms wrapping close around your waist, palms splaying up your spine, settling between your shoulder blades as your own lock at the nape of his neck.
âCassâŚâ you pant beside his ear, practically trembling in his arms. âYouâre so bigâŚâ He twitches inside of you, groaning softly as the pads of his fingers press into your skin, desperate to keep you with him after the turbulence of the past month. You already feel so near the edge, finally being given what youâve been in desperate need of for years, confident a single move on his end will have you shattering.
âIâve got you,â he whispers, brushing your hair away from your face, nose bumping tenderly with your own. âYouâre okay, sweetheart. Youâre here with me. Youâre safe.â You shift to look at him properly but gasp with the stimulation. His hazel eyes lock with yours and you can make out the raw intimacy in his gaze, what it means for the two of you to be slotted together in the way you are.
âYouâre so perfect,â he breathes, cupping your jaw, peering up at you. âHow do you do it?â Your own palms raise to his hair, threading through the silky locks, loving the feel, proof of the new level of affinity.
âI wantâŚI want you to move,â you pant, stroking his hair with shaking hands. âPlease, CassianâŚI need you toâŚâ
âItâs okay,â he reassure quietly, âI understand. Just sit back and relax. Iâll take care of you. Such good care of you.â His hands find your hips and you weakly grip onto his shoulders, shuddering as he begins moving, just soft grinds of his hips against your own, gently bucking as he moves you atop him.
Moans spill from your lips, quiet breaths gasping as your back arches, breasts pressing fully to his broad chest, and your hands tug on his shirt, needing to push your nails into the ripe skin of his back, underlined with healthy muscle to power his warriorâs body. The fabric is gone in a flash, and his hot mouth has opened over yours, exchanging sounds of pleasure as his hips buck, hands touching and grasping everywhere they can, starved from your body.
âGods sweetheart,â he groans between kisses, lazily swirling against one another, stimulating the spots you like with sweeping movement. âThereâs nothing in this world that compares to you.â
Heat unspools in the pit of your belly, and you can feel you wonât last much longer. Curses slip out, and you gasp when Cassianâs hand slides between you, his thumb settling over your clit, swiping tentatively across the sensitive bud. Your hips buck into his touch, eager for more, so overwhelmed you think you let out a sob. âCassian,â you gasp, gripping him tight, wonderful arousal tingling hotly between your legs. âItâs okay sweetheart, you can let go,â he pants roughly, seemingly as intensely affected as you. âGods youâre perfect. So fucking perfect,â he grits, biting a bruise into your shoulder.
Nails prickle across his back, and your breathing temporarily pauses as pleasure breaks across your skin before stuttering to life. Your eyes roll back with heat, hips bucking sporadically, encouraging him to make the fall with you, clutching tight to his inherently familiar body. You moan his name breathlessly, panting heavily and itâs the final straw before he crumbles. He bucks sharply up into your wet heat, sounds squelching as you clutch onto one another desperately.
You can feel as he spurts inside of you, filling you up with thick, hot liquid, urged to give more as you flutter around him, orgasm prolonged with the jittery movements of his hips, repeatedly stimulating spots that reawaken fresh pleasure, and you think you might pass out of it doesnât fade soon, so utterly possessed. Somehow it does come to an end, slowly dimming, leaving you pulled tight together, seated fully in his lap, shaking from the intensity, cheeks damp from tears.
Hot breaths pant between you, but Cassian manages to pull away, hands cupping your cheeks, noses almost brushing as you stare at one another, staring thoughtlessly, too overstimulated to do much.
âIâm never letting you go,â he breathes reverently, ânever leaving you.â And even though itâs unrealistic, you nod.
âGood,â you whisper, deep hazel having captured you thoroughly. âI donât want you to leave.â
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"Okay so the next question is 'who was your first kiss' and what's the story behind it" Nick shouted over Chris and Matt trying to explain why fairies are and aren't real to each other.Everyone in the car immediately had their own separate reaction to this question.
Nick was smiling ear to ear, most likely because of the embarrassment that came with answering the question.matts head was down with a cringed face.me and Chris both looked at each other knowingly before my cheeks flushed and he looked away.
Once everyone had their stories in their heads we looked around for who should go first. "y/n i think you should go first" chris said with a cocky smile.
5 years ago
"ok so what do you wanna watch?" chris said as he sat down next to me on the bed.a good amount of distance between us for friends so it's too bad i wanted to be more than that.i played the lack of romance off by just ignoring it,refusing to look over at his side profile while he flicked through an assortment of movies.
"no clue, what are my options?" I asked while staring at the tv.
âUhm maze runner âNahâ nightmare before Christmas âehhâ hairspray âYES OMG YESâ âwas how the interaction went before he clicked on the movie I wanted.
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While watching the movie we had gradually moved closer together.not on top of each other but definitely closer than before.now I was slouched down slightly with our shoulders touching, nothing crazy i know but Iâll take what I can get.
Once we got about an hour into the movie I began to zone out.letting myself to wander in my own thoughts.watching the romance movie only made these thoughts worse. âJesusâ I muttered under my breath.
âWhat, whatâs wrong?âhe asked, looking down at me.
âItâs nothing, just movies like this always make me sad.â I replied truthfully.I knew what I was about to say but I was ok with it.he was one of the few people I didnât mind sharing these thoughts with.
âWhy?â He asked with a puzzled look on his face.just one word for him but years of insecurities,self hatred and yearn for love for me.
âCause I know Iâll never have anything like that, nobody will ever love me like that, ya knowâI answered hesitantly while still staring at the tv.I had now sat up a little from the previous position I was in.being at the same level as him made me nervous especially since the topic of conversation but I had to,my back was killing me.
âWhy do you think that?âChris said with a slight laugh,as if he couldnât believe I thought like that.now although the thought he was shook I found myself unloveable was comforting,I knew he was only being nice.
I looked at him for a second before saying what I had been thinking my whole life. âDude Iâm like the ugliest girl at school.â I answered honestly. âI mean itâs whatever, I know everyone thinks that.âI continued with a shrug at the end of my sentence.it felt weird talking about this but also for some reason, reliving.
The look he gave me after I said that wasnât one I could describe or replicate.he looked shocked and confused at the same time almost. âI donât think thatâŚâhe mumbled.if I hadnât tuned out the movie long ago I wouldnât have even heard him to be honest
âWhatâ was all I could say.had i misheard him?I must've, right?
"I don't think you're the ugliest girl in the school, you're...you're beautiful ''he said, making me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.although i wanted to keep up my nonchalant act of not caring about what others thought,i simply couldn't.
i was shocked he had said this.my lips were slightly parted due to me knowing i wanted to say something but not really knowing what to say.i mean how does one respond to that.his eyes flicked down to my lips before the one thing i never thought would happen, happened
Before I could realize what he was about to do, the boy in front of me who I had been crushing on for like forever grabbed my jaw and connected our lips passionately.I was shocked at first but slowly melted into the kiss I had been longing to have for most of my life.
our mouths moved in sync while both of our eyes were closed.it felt like we were the only two people on the planet.once we pulled away i took a moment to look at the boy in front of me.his disheveled hair,piercing blue eyes, pinkish lips, he was perfect.i then said words i don't think i will ever forget saying. "i-i think your beautiful too"
my face heated up as i finished the story. "You guys are too cute, it makes me wanna throw up."Nick said jokingly. Normally I would respond with something snarky but if I opened my mouth i think I would burst out laughing out of embarrassment and nervousness.chris's head was just down, most likely with the same expression as me.
"We were so corny" he said, laughing as he picked his head up.although i thought the moment was really cute,it was pretty cringe when i think back on it.
"We were like 15,"I said in my own defense.
"yea and you wouldn't even get with me till like 2 years later!" my boyfriend responded.
"ok ok next story"i started with a huge smile on my face still.
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AITA for not defending an ex-friend when people called her a slut?
I (20 f) fell out with my best friend and roommate M (20 f) at the end of sophomore year of college. reason we fell out isn't the main subject of this post but I think it's relevant so I'll try and keep it as brief as possible.
For context I'm Black attending a VERY white school. Frenshman year I was the only black girl in my building and this was just post-covid so student groups were pretty dead. So first trimester most of my college friends were the girls from my floor including M (white) and S (20f, asian american). It was very isolating tbh, esp bc I experienced a lot of microaggressions, but the girls I befriended were pretty good at sharing my outrage and letting me confide in them.
The worst incident was when at a party, a guy (G, white) made some very racist comments towards me and in general (said the n-word a few times). I admit I escalated it by engaging w him and the whole thing got out of hand, a lot of people saw, and he got a reputation as a racist. Afterwards, he was always rude to me, blaming me for egging him on while drunk and just constantly making disrespectful comments about me and my 'attitude' where i could hear. no one ever said anything to his face but were supportive of me after the fact - S was always particularly supportive and said she could relate.
I was generally fine with avoiding G esp in sophomore year when we moved out. I lived with M and another friend (P) and it went pretty well. We were asked in like November if we would renew our lease, and though M and I wanted to the third friend didn't, so we began to think of replacements, and S was looking for a place.
Thing is, while S and I were still on good terms I felt like she was being a bit secretive w me. She'd often come over and talk privately w M and I got the gist she was seeing someone and didn't want me to know. I shook it off as us growing apart and the fact I'd gotten more involved in Black student groups and hadn't hung around with our dorm friends as much, but then in Jan, as we were planning to sign the new lease, I found out she was dating G. Tbh at this point we weren't even close friends that I felt a strong personal betrayal, but more so I was mad at them both for not telling me while making plans for us to live together. They knew I was uncomfortable around G and wouldn't want to live w his gf, esp without knowing. It felt like they were almost purposefully going behind my back.
I didn't do anything at the time, just slowly backed out of the lease renewal and made other arrangements. I stopped hanging out with S almost completely and was just cordial w her and took a big step back from M and our dorm friends.
The other relevant bit of context here is M had a boyfriend (T, 20 m) who was in our freshman dorm and very close to our year one friends (lived with them sophomore year and now junior year too). She broke up w him in Feb, which led to a lot of her friendships w our dorm friends (her only friends really) to deteriorate a bit, esp as she was no longer super comfy hanging around where he was. this especially became an issue in the spring trimester bc she got a new boyfriend over the break, a friend from her classes T hadn't liked.
So, M kept pressuring me to hang out w her and our dorm friends a lot more, which inevitably meant seeing S and now G, who they'd all decided they were cool being around when I distanced myself. I told her why i didn't want to and I didn't want to see G again but she promised he had 'changed' and wouldn't say anything to me. eventually I folded and went out w them all once and it honestly sucked. M completely abandoned me to be w her other friends, G didn't say anything but kept glaring at me the whole time, and I felt very out of place. afterwards I told M i was sorry, I know she felt awkward around her ex without me, but I wouldn't do that again.
She left it till like the end of the year then there was a big dinner she really wanted to go to that T would be at (her bf was not invited), w all our dorm friends. I kept saying I wouldn't go, but then she told me she checked w the hosts and confirmed (and promised) G wouldn't be coming. I said okay but asked we sit next to each other and made it clear how I felt around S etc, and she agreed and promised we would. Long story short G was there, I wound up next to S and across from him snickering at me the whole time, with her on the other end of the table. I texted M about it, she said it was 'fine' and I was imagining it and to try and enjoy the gathering.. yeah no. I dipped before desert, she chased me outside asking what was up and I explained why i was upset, she said i can't expect her to be there for me the whole night and she's allowed to 'have a good night without my drama,' i said racism wasn't drama and she literally dragged me along to deal with her drama, nevermind my comfort, and that she was an incredibly selfish friend for putting me in this position. I left, she wound up crying with everyone comforting her, everyone there (M included) went off at me for being an unsupportive friend/dredging up year old drama with G/overall making everything about race, I cut them all off and moved my stuff into my girlfriend's place a week after all this and didn't speak to anyone since.
which is pretty much all the backstory (longer than the main bit, sorry), that gets us to the actual AITA situation. Junior year starts, I'm at a welcome back party w some other friends and i'm vaguely aware my old dorm friends (including S and G) are also here, but it's a huge party and i'm w my very supportive friends who ik will back me if anything happens so i dont really care. eventually M arrives w her bf, gives me an awkward look but doesn't say anything to me.
Then at some point, I'm upstairs using the bathroom and I hear the girls from our dorm group speaking to M in the hallway. Apparently it came out over summer she'd hooked up w her new boyfriend before she ended things with T and they were all pissed at her (esp for her playing the victim w her ex). I tried to stay in the bathroom until the conversation ended but someone was pounding on the door and I wound up having to get out and waddle past them awkwardly to get back downstairs. When I got out one of the girls was calling M a slut and other names and while i tried to avoid it I accidentally made eye contact with M, who was super upset and crying. I kinda just shrugged and went downstairs.
Later that night i got a long ass message from her new bf about how he knows I'm upset with her but it wasn't fair for me to just leave her in that situation, and that it was petty and selfish of me (esp bc I'm usually the person calling out this shit). I spoke to my gf, and she said she understands why i did nothing but also that it's never okay for people to call someone a slut. I agree with that 100% and in any other case i might have tried to diffuse the situation (like if it was safe and I thought I could). I've told a couple friends who think I did nothing wrong and it wasn't fair to expect me to say smth when she never said/did anything to defend me and that she had it coming, but my mom told me I should've done the kind thing and not stoop to their level and it's made me feel really bad. I think I might be TA bc i could have stood up for her without anything bad happening to me beyond being in an uncomfortable convo, and also bc it kinda felt good seeing her friends turn on her? Like she threw me under the bus to be in their good books and defend them and they dropped her ass anyway, and if I acted from a vengeful place then thats asshole-y of me. but also no one in this story has apologised to me once and as my friend says its not fair to rely on black ppl to fix racist white ppls mess.
so, AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Hello. Regarding Hellraiser III, I seem to recall you making a comment about how you believed Elliott and Unbound!Pinhead to be physical manifestations of Freud's model of the psyche - super-ego and id respectively. I am in total agreement with you there, and I have believed this same thing for a long time now. This would also make normal 'Bound' Pinhead that we meet in the first two films, and the films following Bloodline, to be the actual Ego itself. I think this makes the third film, and the characterisations so much more interesting, rather than doing what the early 90s HR comics did, which was to have Pinhead be an Aztec 'demon' who possesses Elliott, making them separate people altogether. That's boring and predictable, and just goes against everything that the movies established in the earlier films for Pinhead. By having Unbound and Elliott be one and the same, just different aspects of the same man, which is basically what HR is about - our deepest, darkest desires explored and enhanced, it builds on the HR mythology. This is why I've always loved HR3, and why I don't think it's a bad film, and why I just adore Unbound as a character. This is Pinhead off the leash. I still believe that Unbound would still be very fond of Kirsty, and still would be driven to protect her in some way. Even without his human side. But for the most part, he would be super eager to have her join him. Though he'd treat her much differently than he did the club patrons. I don't think the love/lust for Kirsty comes from just his human side. It comes from all of him.
Anyway, I thought I'd share my thoughts on the matter with you. I found this online regarding id, ego, super-ego, and it reminded me of the boys even more so. Maybe you could draw something out of this? It's an idea. I love your art. Keep up the good work! :)
Your analysis of Unbound and Elliot is exactly what I was thinking. It almost makes me cry. Iâve always found it hard to dislike HR3 for this reason. After watching the HR1 and HR2, I felt that human desires and darkness are what truly terrify us. So when I discovered that HR3 split the Hell Priest into two characters, I was super excited.
The human version of Elliot is relatively mature; after all, he carries the memories and burdens from his time as a human, as well as the PTSD of being a survivor of World War I. He is also someone who adheres strictly to rules. I guess this leadership quality and personality is what attracted Leviathan to him, eventually leading him to become the priest managing hell. In the moment of their separation, the repressed desires, dark sides, and nature of the human were individually extracted, like a newly born child without constraints. They both possess things that the other lacks. Iâm really looking forward to their journey of hatred and self-destruction gradually turning into understanding, culminating in a new interpretation of a single person. Itâs amazing! But unfortunately, HR3 didnât delve into their complex psychological relationship in detail. This regret has made me want to doodle their story.
I was shocked to learn that the comic had mentioned the demon's setting before; I had no idea about that. Thank you for sharing! Like you, Iâm more inclined towards the idea of the id and superego!
I agree that Elliot and Unbound have an obsession with Kirsty and surely hope that she would join their ranks as a Cenobite.
But to me,I tend to see their relationship as a complex ambiguity; I imagine it as a sense of distance rather than a romantic interaction. Their conflicts would actually bring them closer together.
For Kirsty, the Hell Priest undoubtedly intervened in her life and indirectly destroyed her family. Even if it started because of someone elseâs involvement, he still cast a huge shadow over Kirsty. In their contract relationship, the Hell Priest has let her go multiple times, and Elliot himself has said that Kirsty is his friend. Therefore, I believe they share a relationship that is both contradictory and beautiful!
The existence of their relationship is so enchanting, which is probably why so many people like it!
And thank you for the pictures you provided. I love your thoughts every time you share them; they truly inspire me!đĽ°â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸
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Getting off the ship & leaving the restaurant. Itâs been a fun ride yâall đ
I keep thinking about this blind item Deuxmoi published in their June 16 newsletter. Later on when someone asked if it was about N and L they said they didnât even realize, which I find weird. Now, I think we all know blind items can be sent by anyone on any topic and donât have to reflect the truth at all. And I definitely donât believe gossip that I see on DM without a credible source confirming.
So this is probably some trollâs doing and Iâm not even going to talk about the N being married part lol. Nothing worth mentioning, actually. But still it resurfaced some thoughts I had.
I truly think N and L loves each other deeply, I donât believe even the greatest actors could keep playing their characters for months and appear that convincing. Nor do I think they are disingenuous people who will simply fake a friendship for the sake of promo. Iâm very confused about the nature of their relationship and whether itâs romantic or platonic, I think even they themselves might be confused on this part, but there is love regardless.
However I cannot help but think L is trying to distance himself from N, at least publicly. I cannot think of any other explanation for the pap pics just a couple of hours after the London premiere. I do not know if it was really him/his team who arranged those pics but if it was them, I think itâs only natural to take it as a âenough with the shipping, I have a gfâ slap on fansâ faces. Like, couldnât you wait for a week maybe?
I saw this being mentioned on some blog here but when you check his insta profile you could hardly tell he was the lead of Bton and co-star of Nic, and mind you itâs only been 3 weeks since part 2 was released. Of course he doesnât have to share anything but it feels weird him posting his solo endeavors and not the project he put so much effort and time into.
Combined with those pap pics it seems like he is really trying to distance himself from N. But itâs not like there is bad blood between them or anything, we kept seeing them being comfortable and cute around each other until June 12, hours before the premiere. He even mentioned her name in a very silly & sweet manner on Jimmy Fallon. So, whatâs the deal?
I think it must be very frustrating to have people read so much into every step you take, so I could understand him in a way. Nobody knows anything about their lives and relationship, we all just speculate and seeing those speculations must be annoying for them. But wouldnât a simple insta post on how N is his good friend and âbuddyâ and another post with his gf appear a lot more genuine if shipping is the problem here?
I donât know. This is my first time doing this with actors and Iâve been in this space for only a month or so, so these are all new to me. I truly believed they were each otherâs soulmates and it was enchanting to witness whatever it was going on between them. And if they are just good friends thatâs perfect too, I mean how many of us have that kind of connection or chemistry with our âfriendsâ? Good for them!
But sensing his efforts of disassociating his public image from Bton and Nic just breaks my heart. That said, I am officially getting off the ship. Iâm leaving the restaurant. My tiny heart cannot take it anymore. Also, it feels disrespectful to L to keep shipping them when itâs clear he doesnât want that for some reason.
I will love and support both of them separately but Iâll TRY not to post any content about their possible romance. While I cannot promise that Iâll remain faithful to my decision Iâll try my best.
Cheers mfs.
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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 3
Chapter 2
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"The girl who was involved in the incident at the inn has regained consciousness" --
Such good news came in a few days after I went shopping with Elbert and the others.
Kate: It's really, really wonderful...!
Elbert: ...Yes, it is.
We wait in front of the patient's room for the preparations for our meeting with her to be completed.
Today, we are officially "police."
Our goal is to get information about "Bernal Trading Company" from her, the survivor of the inn attack.
(I have to keep my distance so she won't be suspicious of me.)
(But, I'm so happy... it's hard to switch gears.)
As I was struggling to control my emotions, a sudden gust of wind blew through the gap and ruffled my hair.
Elbert: ..............
The small wind also gently ruffles Elbert's golden hair.
His beauty, which was as captivating as ever, seems to be tinged with a deeper sadness than usual.
(Come to think of it, he was talking to the doctor for a little longer than usual earlier...)
(I wonder if he was told something then.)
Elbert: Do you... remember what kind of girl she was?
Kate: I think she was a redhead... with a few freckles, and still a young girl.
Elbert: ...It was nighttime, but you saw her well.
Kate: ...It was an intense scene. Besides...
Kate: ...I regret not being able to save her from that place, and it's burned into my memory.
Elbert: I see...
Elbert: I wonder why sad things are so hard to forget.
For a few seconds, a gentle silence descends, as if sharing the pain in our chests.
Kate: ...That's why I'm so happy today. To know that she's safe.
Elbert: ...........
Elbert: ...........Kate.
Kate: Yes...?
Elbert: You, in the patient's room--
Just as Elbert was about to say something, the door to the patient's room opened.
Nurse: Thank you for waiting. We are ready for your visit.
Kate: Oh, yes! Let's go, Lord Elbert.
Elbert: ......
Elbert: ...Ah.
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Perhaps out of consideration for us being "police," the nurse showed us to the patient's room and quietly excused herself.
Girl: ...You guys are the police?
Elbert: Yes, we are. ...I'm sorry to come so suddenly.
Girl: Hmm, it's fine.
Lying in the bed was a girl who looked to be in her early teens, with a somewhat feisty air about her.
Daisy, as she called herself, calmly responded to our questioning, as if she had never been hovering between life and death.
Daisy: I knew the owner was dealing with some shady people. He was in debt and started brokering stolen goods.
Daisy: But the owner liked this "painting of the sea" that some famous painter from Russia or somewhere painted.
Daisy: He tried to make it his own, but the shady guys who caught on came to crush him, that's what happened that night.
The owner's body has not been found, apparently.
They seemed to have failed to get the painting out, but... Daisy told us that he probably went into hiding somewhere.
Elbert: May I ask why you were also hurt?
Daisy: I guess we were supposed to be silenced or something. ...Even though there were kids there who didn't know about the painting.
Elbert: ...I see.
My heart aches for Daisy, who answers us logically even though we are making her talk about painful things.
Kate: Thank you for talking to us.
Daisy: It's fine, you don't have to thank me. Is that all? Goodbye.
Daisy lies down on the bed, as if to force an end to the conversation.
--And, with a creak of the springs, something that was by her pillow fluttered down to my feet.
(Oh...!)
Elbert: ...This, handkerchief...?
Elbert picks up the familiar-looking handkerchief.
Daisy: Oh, that. They said it might be mine.
Daisy: It's not, but I couldn't throw it away for some reason. It's kind of like a good luck charm, in a weird way?
Daisy: It seems like they noticed me because this was next to me.
Kate: ...! Is that so...?
(Thank goodness... I'm so glad.)
I want to hug Daisy right now and tell her how happy I am that she's alive.
But I can't, so I just give her a gentle smile.
(It might be a burden on her body... Maybe we should take our leave soon.)
I glance at Elbert next to me--
(...?)
Elbert: .........
His porcelain-like profile looked as if he was crying, for some reason.
Come to think of it, Elbert had been drifting in a melancholy mood like this outside the patient's room as well.
(He was about to say something before we entered the patient's room earlier, too...)
I have a strange feeling of uneasiness.
Elbert: ...How are you feeling?
Daisy: Huh...?
Elbert's voice was cautious and gentle, as if touching a scar.
Daisy: Oh... Oh, haha. What, did you ask the doctor or something?
Daisy: Something about an infection? They said I could die at any moment.
Kate: Huh...!
I can't help but let out a gasp at Daisy's confession.
Daisy: But I don't have any family, and all my colleagues are dead... There's no one to visit me in sorrow.
Kate: ...!
I almost said, "I'll come visit you," but I hurriedly shut my mouth.
(I'm under surveillance. I can't just do as I please.)
(I never knew it would be so frustrating.)
It was as painful as witnessing a horrific scene.
Elbert: ...........
Elbert: ..."You were in poor health and unable to answer our questions properly," so...
Daisy: Huh...?
Elbert: ...Would you mind talking to us again tomorrow?
Kate: ...!
I can't help but look up at Elbert at the unexpected proposal.
(We've heard what we need to hear. I don't think Daisy knows anything more about Bernal Trading Company.)
(Elbert must know that too... and yet...)
Elbert: ...Is that okay?
Daisy: Y-yes, of course...!
Daisy gave us a bright smile for the first time today.
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Kate: Lord Elbert, is it okay...?
Elbert: ...Hmm, what is...?
Kate: Well, considering Lord Elbert's position... is it okay?
Victor told us that the questioning was only scheduled for today.
If we stay too long, there is a risk that our true identities will be exposed.
(And yet...)
Kate: Why did you say we would go again tomorrow...?
Elbert: ......
Elbert: ...Because being alone when you're sad... is not good.
Kate: ...Lord Elbert...
(I've been thinking this since that night when we couldn't save Daisy.)
(Elbert... is very sensitive to people's sadness and pain.)
And he doesn't soothe them or deny them, he just gently stays by their side.
My heart warmed at the feeling of having touched Elbert's warm side.
Kate: ...Thank you.
Elbert: There is nothing for you to thank me for.
Kate: I feel the same way as Lord Elbert.
Kate: I didn't want to leave Daisy alone.
Elbert: ...I could tell you felt that way in the patient's room as well.
Elbert: You... don't seem to be very good at acting.
A fleeting smile, like a thin cloud, appeared on Elbert's lips.
The depths of my warmed heart ached faintly sweetly.
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The next day, and the day after that, we lied to Victor and went to visit Daisy.
Daisy: I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy like you visiting me every day.
Daisy: Well, with a bonus, though.
Elbert: ...A "bonus"?
Kate: I brought some delicious sweets today, but maybe you don't want them from the "bonus"...
Daisy: Whoa, just kidding!
Kate: Hehe, I'm just kidding.
Daisy: Oh, Kate!
We spend time in Daisy's hospital room, exchanging lighthearted banter as usual.
The questioning was only done once, on the first day we met, and from the next day on, we ended up just chatting.
(We're getting off track from the mission, but... as long as it's allowed, I want to fill Daisy's loneliness even a little.)
Daisy: Hey, these biscuits are so good!
Elbert: ...Good. She chose them.
Daisy: Hehe... Thanks, really.
However, Daisy's complexion worsened in inverse proportion to how friendly we became.
Every time I noticed it, my wish for her to live another day grew stronger.
(I want her to smile more. I don't want her to look sad...)
(I'm so frustrated that all I can do is visit her...)
Daisy: ...This might be the first time I've ever had someone care so much about me.
Daisy: Hey, you two, can you listen to my selfish request while you're at it?
Kate: Wh-what? Anything!
Daisy: Next time you visit, bring me a blue poppy. I love them.
(Next time...)
Kate: Yeah, okay. I'll definitely bring you one!
Happy that she has something to look forward to, I nod strongly.
(Poppies are a common flower, I should be able to find one at a florist.)
Daisy: Hehe, "definitely"...
Elbert: .........
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The evening corridor, usually tinged with the loneliness of not knowing if we'll see each other again tomorrow, seems calmer than usual.
Kate: Lord Elbert, if possible, I'd like to stop by a flower shop somewhere... Is that okay?
Elbert: That's fine, but...
Elbert stops, looking somewhat solemn.
Kate: Is something wrong?
Elbert: Blue poppies... I believe they're a rare variety that blooms in the Himalayas.
Kate: Huh?
(The Himalayas...!? )
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Alfons: My, my... What a rash promise you've made.
Alfons, who returned to the castle in the early morning and apparently just woke up, leans his cheek on his hand languidly, listening to our story with an amused smile.
Kate: Lord Elbert told me that since you spend all night out in the town in London, Alfons,
Kate: You might know of a shop that sells rare flowers...
Alfons: You shouldn't speak of people as if they're playboys, Elbert.
Elbert: ...? Was I wrong?
Alfons: You were absolutely right. However, even this playboy, who fills his days with the thrill of gossip...
Alfons: ...has never heard of a shop that sells flowers from the Himalayas.
Kate: I see...
(Should I just have her settle for a different color poppy?... But)
(I want to do everything I can so Daisy can keep hoping for tomorrow.)
(Is there another good idea... )
Elbert: Al, can we borrow your ability?
Kate: ...Alfons' ability?
Elbert: If Al touches the nape of your neck and whispers, he can distort the other person's perception for a short time.
(Distort perception...)
Kate: ...So, you mean he could make a different colored poppy look blue?
Alfons: Yes, blue or shocking pink. Think of it like a convenient hallucinogen.
(That would certainly fulfill Daisy's wish.)
(But... I wish I could find her a real one.)
Alfons: While it is tempting to deceive an innocent girl with my abilities and create a temporary salvation...
Alfons: Might there be a blue poppy in Elbert's room?
Kate: Huh?
Alfons: I seem to recall seeing a framed pressed flower before. If my memory serves me correctly.
Alfons: Why don't you search that junk room tomorrow?
(Elbert's room...?)
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Chapter 4
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I Wonât Say Iâm In Love - Part Two
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Joanne Harcourt x Male Reader
F/N L/N is a student in the Sapphire Owl house at Weston College. For some reason, he keeps running into a Scarlet Fox student in his day to day activities. Intrigued, he tries to learn more about him.
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You had watched as Harcourt scuttered away from the bookshelves.Â
He really is just a little creature of sorts, you mused, heading the other way. You signed out your book at the door before leaving the library.
You let out a heavy breath, thinking back to the moment when you touched his shoulder and his attention all fell on you. It couldnât be helped; something inside you sparked at the way he looked at you. You brushed it off as just anticipation of the friendship to come.Â
The cycle continued on for quite some time. You would pass in the halls, meet once again in the library, and sit with him as you both studied. Occasionally, you would lean over and show each other parts of books or ask for help with the aforementioned studying.
One particular evening, you leaned over with a book about fossils, pointing to some photographs of feathers and bugs preserved in amber.
âYour amber eyes are very pretty. Did you know that amber is very effective at preserving fossils? Itâs like a time capsule, saving exactly what it captured for millions of years.â you whispered.
He stared at the pictures with much interest, leaning over in his seat, his cheek close to your shoulder. Then, he processed exactly what you had said.
(Cue the anime sparkles and flowers)
Pretty.
Harcourt quickly snapped his head towards you. He gazed at you with wide eyes. Flattery, it seemed, was one of his weaknesses.Â
He shifted, now shyly looking down at his fingers. He picked at his nails, pressing his lips together.
âI-I didnât know it could do that..â he whispered back.
My, how adorable, you couldnât help but blush a bit too.Â
And it stuck with you for the rest of the evening.
That night- after bathing- you entered the dorm, buttoning up your sleepshirt with a very stupid smile. Your friends paused in their conversation, noticing your demeanor.Â
âWhatâs got you all smiley, L/N?â asked a boy called Moore.Â
You turned to him, unable to wipe that look off your face.
âHuh? Oh, nothing. I just⌠finished an amazing book tonight.âÂ
As you made up the hasty excuse, the others shared doubtful glances. They knew you well enough to know that you were trying to hide something.
âAre you sure thatâs all? You look ecstatic!â noted a boy named Blair.
âMaybe I had too many sweets tonight.â you proposed.
âSure, Sure. Itâs the âsweetsâ that have you all red in the face.â Moore scoffed.
You smirked at him.
âItâs always possible Iâm coming down with a fever. Perhaps you should keep your distance.â
You folded your clothes for tomorrow and sat them on top of a small chest.
âMaybe youâre right.â Moore said, with a fake innocence in his tone. âItâs not like youâd ever have feelings for a girl. Youâre too focused on grading papers and reading studies to notice anything else!â
You sighed.
âHow would I even meet a girl? This is an all boys academy, mind you.â
They ignored you, turning their backs to you and discussing amongst themselves.
âPerhaps heâs been sent a love letterâŚâ
âOr he snuck someone inâŚâ
âOr heâs fallen for our lady housekeeper?â
Each suggestion was delivered with both mockery and amusement.
You made a retching sound.
âNo, no, and NO. â
They cackled and the sound was audible in the dorms on either side of yours.
âItâs all in good fun~â Blair grinned slyly, âif you ever need someone to cover you just give us a heads up.â
This time you couldnât help but laugh at the fact that was even a thought that occurred to them.
âYou lot⌠ah. Seriously though, itâs no girl or anything.â
They were still unconvinced.
âWell, you certainly must catch the eye of many of them. Iâd wager even some boys, what with having looks like yours. Poor Harcourt certainly notices.â
You cocked your head, now curious.
âWhatever do you mean?â
âItâs true. He watches you with those big dreamy eyes when you pass him in the halls.â they egged each other on with their snickering.
âDonât be mean to the boy,â you chided them, âhe probably just wants me to review a paper or something but is too scared to ask.â
âOh, youâre right, L/N! He probably spends his nights under the covers, fantasizing about you writing down comments on his papers with a stern yet gentle gaze.â teased a boy called Lemmens.
You tossed a pillow at him, shaking your head.
âWhat a filthy mind you have.â
âIâm just saying, you shouldnât be surprised when a love note lands on your pillow one of these nights~â
âWell, now Iâll just assume it was you who put it there!â you retorted.
âI wouldnât blame the guy. Your charm is irresistible.â
You viscerally cringed, flopping back under the covers. They just couldnât stop themselves.
âSo, heâs not immune to compliments? Better watch your back. He might just win your heart.â
Lemmens rose from his bed and placed a hand on his chest dramatically.Â
âOh, L/N! Your hair is the richest velvet, and your eyes more vibrant than sun on the water. Your blush, more brighter than a sunset on the Mediterranean. Your name rolls off my lips like a delicious sip of Tuscan wine-â
You leapt over to him and smothered him with a pillow. Chaos erupted, once again disturbing the other dormitories.
âFor the love of all that is holy, will those infernal boys shut up?â grumbled Ciel, mimicking the others in his dorm and wrapping his pillow around his head.
At some point, Master Michaelis interrupted the commotion and threatened you all with Ys.
A week later, you arrived at the rendezvous. You signed your name in the âreturnedâ column of the book records as the door and made your way back into the library.Â
Harcourt was seated at a small table, his nose deep in a book of his own. Perhaps just appearing to look busy.
You sat across from him, subtly sliding the book across the table. You noticed a new red rose in the buttonhole of his jacket. Those could only be worn by the Scarlet Fox prefects and the drudges who were close to them.
You reached over and poked it, giving him a questioning stare.
He leaned forward a bit, adjusting the flower as if you had moved it.
âIâm Redmondâs new drudge.â he whispered with a hint of excitement.
You hummed with intrigue.
âWhat happened to Cole?â you asked.
âHe got exposed for using his popularity to manipulate other students.â Harcourt explained, his eyes flicking up from the page. âAlso, heâs not really as stunning as he looks. He uses make-up to get that way.â he added.
You crossed your legs and started pretend-reading too.
âI saw the photo. Even so, what a nasty personality for a rather nice face. But, I must congratulate you on becoming a prefectâs drudge! Oh, the privileges you have nowâŚâ you trailed off, almost wanting a bit of that for yourself. It was a shame Bluewer already had Clayton. Oh well, you could always hope for next year.
In the meantime, Harcourt beamed. Compliments were always welcome with him, especially from you.
âThank you, L/N.â he said in a hushed tone.
Chatting unobtrusively in the library for another hour or so, you hardly noticed the way the sun began to set. Clementine rays of light created dark shadows on the wood floors, bathing you both as you sat below the window.
Harcourt closed his book and set it atop the one you had given him. A soft pink hue made its way onto his cheeks, struggling to be prominent through the power of the orange glow.
âWe can talk so long that we forget about time.â he observed.
âWe just get along so well, like toast and eggs.â you said, lightheartedly.Â
He smiled at your comment and stood. You followed suit.
âI suppose you wonât be able to meet like this again, with your new duties.â you noted.
He stopped by the door to sign the book out.
âPerhaps not, but the cricket tournament is coming up quickly so we will have time to socialize once again!â he replied with a bright smile.
You walked along the corridors and came to an intersection where you had to split. You exchanged words of parting and started down your separate ways.
He looked back at you, his long bangs sweeping across his face.Â
âGood night.â he muttered to himself once more, clutching his book to his chest, embarrassed and confused about how you made him feel.
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You might not have fallen for the lady housekeeper, but she slays each day anyway. I hope youâre enjoying it. đş
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