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[gazstations]

Sweet Like Honey

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUMMARY

Johnny finds himself working at an animal shelter after a bullet to his head ruins his military career.

PAIRINGS: John MacTavish x female!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,572 words

WARNINGS: Mentions of Soap’s head injury, just fluff, doggies.

◇ Notes: Pretending I’m not on hiatus in order to publish this, hello. I am still alive, my dudes.

○●○ NAVIGATION MASTERLIST || COD MASTERLIST

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JOHNNY MET YOU WHEN HE WAS AT ROCK BOTTOM. You were an angel sent from above, sucking up the morsels that resided on the sandy ocean floor and bringing them to the cresting waves and still waters above. You were a pure light in a world brandished by hellfire and turmoil. Bright eyes and sweet words graced your soft lips, where rigidness tainted his cracked ones.

At least, he imagined they were soft when he found his blue eyes flickering down to the way they manipulated words. He hung on to everything, stowing away every beautiful syllable until he was able to craft a sweet treat.

Johnny learned deeply what it was to be cast out. Unable to continue working for a cause that he devoted his whole life to. It was humiliating. He had nothing left. Didn't want some cheap, easy civilian job. He couldn't sustain himself that way.

Which was how he somehow started volunteering at one of Glasgow's many animal shelters.

He found himself between metal cages and barking dogs nearly every day. The retired, disabled vet was a godsend for the older couple that ran the place. It was apparently tumultuous to get support for organizations like these. Something Johnny curled his lip at all the time.

How was it that the good, charitable people always suffered?

Every day he was there. Bright and early because he still couldn't fathom sleeping in. It felt like too much of a waste of a day to spend it loitering in bed. So, every day, he was at the shelter, ready to walk every single dog, and then spend time with them afterward.

He became a paid employee by the end of the first week because he was such a great addition. After that, his tasks got more plentiful. Something he desperately craved.

You arrived at the end of his first month. Well, technically, you had been here for years, apparently, but had taken a long leave of absence to deal with some family issues. He wasn't aware of your status at the time of his first introduction, but instantly, he noticed how well the animals received you.

He had just entered the building for the first time this morning, when he saw your form seated in front of Comet’s cage. He looked around for Fiona but found the older woman was not at her usual perch at the front desk. He pouted slightly and turned back to you.

“Ye awright, love?” He greeted and watched as your head shot towards him. “We're no’ open yet.”

You smiled brightly at him, to his surprise not even moving from your spot. He wondered how you even got in when he just had to use his key to come in the front door. He at least hoped Fiona knew you were here.

“Morning,” you greeted casually. “I'm aware, thank you. I work here, after all.”

Johnny tilted his head at that. “Ye work ‘ere? Since when?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your chin. “About two years now, give or take.”

Now Johnny was perplexed. He was well aware the synapses of his brain were a little shot as of late, but he knew he wouldn't forget a pretty doe like you any time soon. Even if you were a phantom in the back of the building, he would remember you. It boggled his mind a bit, especially since Fiona never mentioned anybody else worked here.

“Two years?” He repeated incredulously. “Where ‘ave ye been the last month? Hidin'?”

You huffed, “Been on leave. You're as much of a surprise.”

Johnny grinned at that, “Aye, a guid surprise, ah hope.”

“That remains to be seen…” You trailed off when you realized you didn't have his name.

“Johnny…” he filled in the space quickly.

He didn't really like meeting new people and learning new pleasantries for the initial start, but he decided then that he didn’t mind meeting you. Maybe it was the fact you were the first person in a while that he conversed with that was around his age. Yeah, that was the reason.

You stood to your feet and came to a stop just to his left. He didn't immediately turn to you, so he missed your mouth moving as you said something. It was only when you tapped his shoulder that he finally looked over.

“Huh, love? Wha’ did ye say?” He asked.

“Already spacing out, Johnny?” You mused. “Only two minutes into your day?”

Johnny felt his cheeks warm up. He scratched at the back of his neck, preparing to say what usually rendered people silent. They never knew how to react to his situation when they learned the truth. Always a pitying stare and an awkward glance somewhere else. Well, he might as well bite the bullet and mention things ahead of time.

He turned his right side towards you, suddenly the muffle of his left ear was not an issue right now.

“Nah. Jus’ a wee bit slow in ma processin’,” Johnny started. “Also hard o’ hearin’ on yer side.”

Your expression softened as you grew thoughtful. He shifted on his feet. The one thing a bullet to the head gave him was more insecurity. As if the starfish-shaped bullet scar was a shining beacon. In reality, not many people noticed it unless it was specifically pointed out.

“Well, if I ever yap too much, then I guess you can just turn that ear to me and shut me off,” you finally said.

Johnny found himself grinning again, “Ah'm sure yer yappin’ is nice.”

“Oh, Johnny,” you shook your head, “you're going to regret those words.”

Johnny liked that challenge.

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A new animal was set to arrive any second.

It had been two weeks since Johnny first met you, and his initial opinion of you had not yet been proven wrong. He had relished in every bit of commentary he received from your pretty lips. Sometimes, he enjoyed the movement of your lips a little more than the words themselves. All in all, you were one of the biggest highlights of his week.

He had been aching to ask you out for a proper dinner, but he had not done that in a long time. Plus, if the military had fraternization rules, he was almost sure so would the shelter. He gave himself every reason in the book not to approach you in a less than platonic way.

Roger, Fiona's husband, always went out to collect the animals. He was older, but he still could overpower most dogs still. He had the proper demeanor to handle the frightened little things initially. As Johnny had not witnessed one dog that floundered in Roger's periphery yet.

The doors opened, and Roger popped up, leading a sweet German Shepard. The poor girl's tail was tucked, and Johnny immediately noticed the hobble in her steps. She was sweet-eyed, big brown pools of color analyzing the front room apprehensively. Yet, she followed Roger obediently.

“Awright, lad,” Roger stopped in front of them and leaned down to give the canine a quick treat. “Ye got a twin.”

Johnny's eyebrow raised as he looked at Roger for a moment before blinking down at the dog. She was already looking up at him. Her eyes said so much, and he wished he could understand her silent language. He was always fond of animals.

“Sweet wee thing was shot in the ‘ead,” Roger elaborated.

The hobble made sense now. Johnny’s heart clenched. It was one thing for him to be shot. An innocent creature? That stirred some deeply-woven anger in the pit of his stomach. Who had the cruel heart to aim a lethal weapon at a wonderful creature.

While he was contemplating, you moved.

You crouched down, holding a gentle hand out for the dog. “Poor thing…” you muttered as the dog accepted your kind gesture and nudged her wet nose into your hand. “They catch the bastard?”

Roger's lip curled, “Aye. Lass was protectin’ her owner. All part of ‘her trainin’, y'ken? Though, it retired her.”

Johnny's gut was unsettled at those words. How could a different species understand the turmoil of losing something? The situation was surreal to him. A kinship to this dog was not what he expected this morning.

He crouched down next to you, ignoring the way your shoulders brushed against each other. His calloused hand ran over the dog's head as soon as she accepted him in.

“Lass was a police dog,” Roger spoke after a moment. “Sorta like our wee Johnny boy.”

Your eyes found him. He noticed that since the first day he met you, you always ensured you were on his good side. When you spoke to him, you let him see the syllables your lips produced. He had gotten quite good at reading your lips.

“You were a cop?” You wondered. The one thing Johnny always liked was your genuine curiosity.

“Military, doe,” he answered. He paused for a moment, always finding it hard to talk about that part of his life. He always felt resentment afterward, cursing the universe for the way it shackled him to the sea floor. “Was a Sergeant.”

“Oh…” Your eyes flickered up Roger. “Reckon Johnny should be the one to help this little girl warm up to us.”

“Already ma plan, hen,” Roger smiled brightly. “They'll be a pair soon enough.”

With that, Roger took his leave. Johnny kept petting the dog, suddenly nervous to be alone in a room with you. He hadn’t had a crush since he was a little boy. It was pretty much humiliating that at the ripe age of 29, John MacTavish was smitten over a bonnie thing. He was so out of his element. He was used to gunpowder and picking up his ashes from the war zone. Not whatever this infatuation was.

“You were shot?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts.

He swallowed, “Aye, doe. Plenty o' times. This is jus’ the one tha' stuck.”

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Johnny could be found with Callie the pup most days.

For three weeks, he would idle in her pen, bringing toys and all his drawing items with him. He would laze around on her thick dog bed, the mutt’s head either in his lap or anywhere nearby. She would let out soft chuffs as she dreamed away in that little brain of hers, while Johnny sketched and sketched.

Well, he taught himself how to again.

The bullet took most of his motor function. With a year of physical therapy, Johnny thankfully gained back most of his previous abilities. Just not the fancy stuff like standing for long periods, most running, and most disappointingly, he had a consistent tremble to his hands.

With restraint, he was able to reduce the annoying shakes, but when he wasn’t doing anything to distract himself, his body had a mind of its own. It was so frustrating he wanted to bang his head against a wall and hopefully reverse the trauma that had been bestowed upon him.

Petting Callie helped. When his hand stroked the soft tufts of fur on her body, his hand trembles stopped.

“I should be taking more pictures.”

Your voice was saccharine honey as it escaped the confines of your mouth. It immediately had his attention. Like he was the mutt that was trying to puff up and gain attention in hopes that it would allow him a ticket home.

Home. He wondered what your home was like. Most likely clean as you were naturally a neat person. You also loved color, suggesting ways to spice up the front entrance to Fiona. The older woman took your suggestions to heart. Already there were new pictures and painted walls as of this week.

“Aye. Ye like seeing the lass and ah together?” Johnny replied, throwing a smile through the bars of the pen.

“It’s sweet,” you responded easily. Your fingers curled around the bars as you gazed in. “Looks comfy, too.”

“Ye want tae join?”

Your eyelids slitted, seemingly taken aback by that simple offer. Johnny almost took his words back, heat creeping up his body. It felt like such a juvenile thing to get worried over, but Johnny had been reliving his teenage years all over again. Only the lasses he always went after had nothing on you.

“Where am I going to sit?” You asked.

“Dog bed is big ‘nough,” Johnny pointed out. “We can push Callie doon if we need tae.”

You were silent yet again, and Johnny placed his sketchbook on the floor by the bed. He pretended he didn’t care, but to him, asking you to do this meant a lot. The bed was big when it was just him, but with the added presence of you, it would mean you would be pressed right up into him.

“Okay, scoot over, MacTavish,” you decided.

Johnny’s heart was thumping as you opened the pen and stepped in. He scooted over as requested and watched stiffly as you slipped onto the bed. Callie lifted her head, tail wagging for a moment before she slipped back into her slumber.

Johnny could hardly breathe as you suddenly shared the air around them. He saw the features of your face much more prominently now, and he swallowed nervously. His hands grew clammy as he adjusted his body some. Yet, nothing stopped the way he was so close to you.

“You should adopt her,” you spoke as you settled.

“Aye?” Johnny hummed. Conversation was good. Maybe it would distract him. “Ye reckon?”

“Yeah. You are two peas in a pod,” you said. You reached out to pet Callie’s head, and the dog sighed in her sleep.

Johnny never considered bringing the canine home. He saw her nearly every day and missed her on the weekend. He knew she did as well, if the wag of her tail was anything to go by when he came in bright and early Monday mornings.

The poor sweetheart retired two years ago when she was just 2 years old. It was a routine drug check, but someone got antsy, and Callie had jumped to protect her handler. After a year of rehab, Callie was freshly domestic and living in peace with her handler. Then, just 9 months later, said handler had died, leaving Callie needing a home and no one wanting to adopt. So, she was surrendered to the shelter.

Now, here she was. Craving a forever home, somewhere to stake her roots after the abrupt life change. Just like Johnny.

“Ye really think ah should?” Johnny asked once more, just so he had it right.

You reached your hand out and put it over Johnny’s awkwardly dangling one on his right thigh. Johnny froze but found out he could be brave sometimes as he turned his hand so you went palm to palm. You got the message and slipped your fingers between the grooves of his.

“I really do. As long as I still get to see her,” you declared with a grin.

Johnny found himself grinning back. He looked down at your hands, letting his thumb run along the ridges of your knuckles. Your hand was warm, and his slightly trembled. He would pass it off as a symptom of his eroded synapses. Just to spare himself the embarrassment, but he knew for a fact that this case was because of you.

“Aye, tha’ can be arranged, doe.”

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐨𝐛: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Summary: Things escalate and reader faces moral dilemmas.

Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, CNC, Non-Con Maybe

A/N: Wheeeeew between my Lee fic and this one I’ve written 13k words. It’s also 7am and I have yet to sleep, but I suffer for my craft. Please forgive any mistakes I am le tired. Thank you to @dandydilfdiddler for some inspo 🩵

WC: 8.9k

After cleaning yourself up you stared at your reflection in the mirror for a good 10 minutes, contemplating how this could all possibly end.

Would Bob find out? How will he react if/when he does?

He’s been a lot better in the months that followed the Voidout but he can still be fragile, vulnerable.

You love and care for him too much to destroy your friendship but every time you even think about stopping this or coming clean there’s a dark part inside of you that stops you.

Like a tight hand wrapped around your throat, sending a shock wave of heat straight to your core. Something deep within you wants this. Craves this.

You had let out a sigh and switched the bathroom light off as you came back in the room, steps quiet as to not wake Bob but a voice from the darkness startles you in your place.

“Are you okay?” his voice is sleepy and full of concern and once again a wave of guilt crashes against your resolve.

“Yeah,” you correct your breathing, still a little surprised at him being awake; praying he didn’t hear you earlier, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“The bed was empty,” his unsure reply sends a pang of an unspoken emotion through your heart as you slide into bed next to him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you lay back against the pillows and open your arms, Bob already eagerly settling his head against your chest before you have the chance to get comfortable yourself.

“S’nice,” his voice is muffled against your chest, “play with my hair.”

You can hear the pout in his voice; making you huff a laugh as you bring one hand to run through his unruly curls, the other you use to rub soothing circles on his back.

Maybe tomorrow you can worry about the consequences but for now you’re gonna be selfish and enjoy having Bob in your arms.

—

Once again the blinding light from the morning sun wakes you up, though this time it’s entirely your fault as you didn’t close the shutters last night.

The empty space next to you; the bed now cold causes a small sense of disappointment to fill your chest.

Bob never really wakes up first and if he does he never leaves the bed until you do.

Before you can overthink the meaning behind it you hear a muffled cough coming from your bathroom.

You sit up on the side of the bed and listen to the stream of the shower and the soft hum of a deep voice as you allow yourself to calm down.

He’s in your shower.

Wait, why is he in your shower?

He usually likes his own shower.

Stop saying shower. 

You continue to listen to the spray of the water as your mind fills with reason he’s in your bathroom.

In all fairness you don’t even know it’s Bob, it could be Bucky. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Bucky’s things constantly break, some of the team thinks it because Bucky keeps forgetting his arm strength, but he believes Val is sabotaging his stuff as a sort of ‘fuck you’ for him trying to get her arrested.

Either way your room was close enough to his he often pops in to use your bathroom.

Apparently your room is very communal.

Even Yelena and Ava like to have the bi-weekly sleepover in your room.

A loud clang of a bottle falling and hitting the tiles draws your attention back to the closed bathroom door, slightly curious as to what Bob is doing in there.

If he’s in there.

Doesn’t matter because you’re not gonna check.

You’re gonna give Bob, or whomever, their privacy.

You’re gonna get dressed and go make breakfast.

You’re gonna stand up and get dressed.  

You stand from your spot and go to walk around your bed to the dresser, coming close to the bathroom door.

Good, now get dressed.

Your voice is loud in your head but you can’t take your eyes off of the door.

Your mind filling with images and sounds of Bob fucking your mouth a few days ago, the wet squelching of him coming down your throat.

It couldn’t hurt just to take a peak, right?

You’ve done worse.

You step towards the door but a voice of reason holds you back.

No, no, no! Stop taking advantage!

Another bottle hits the ground once again grabbing your attention.

What is he doing in there?

He could be dying and you’re just standing here, or maybe he’s being attacked? Maybe it’s not Bob but a creepy intruder.

It is your job as a Thunderbolt to investigate and make sure everyone in the team is safe.

Yeah. Safe.

It’s okay to take a peek for safety reasons. That’s all.

You roll your eyes at your own reasoning but don’t stop yourself this time as you make your way to the door.

You place your palm against the cold brass of the handle before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door; just a crack.

The image before you makes you bite back a groan as you clench your thighs together, opening the door a little wider.

Bobs left side is facing you but from what you can make out his eyes are shut tight, his head rests against the cool tile, one hand flat beside his head and the other tightly wrapped around his cock.

Now with no door to obstruct the sound you can clearly hear the small groans falling from Bobs soft lips, his hair is plastered to his face as water cascades down his body.

You can’t really tell if he’s dribbling pre cum or if the slick glide of his hand is all from the spray of the shower, but you remember how much he leaks.

His hand is going a mile a minute, desperation clear in his movements as he thrusts his hips to meet his hand.

You can’t make out the word he’s saying but every now and again you can faintly hear a curse slip through.

It takes you less than 10 seconds to argue with yourself about what you’re going to do, you’ll feel ashamed later.

You slip your hands into your underwear and gather some of the slick from where it’s started to drip down your legs before rubbing your fingers over your throbbing clit.

You shove your hand in your mouth and bite down hard to stop the whimper clawing from the back of your throat, praying that the stream of water muffles anything that slips out.

Bob, to your relief, seems to be so caught up in his own pleasure that he has no idea you’re even there.

His cursing gets louder as he fucks his fist, his face scrunching up the same way it does when he groans out ‘cucumber cucumber cucumber’ when he’s trying to hold back a sneeze.

Maybe that’s what he’s mumbling to himself.

With how wet you are, and with your pussy still aching from last night, you have no issue slipping two fingers inside your slick heat, biting your cheek as the hand that was in your mouth replaces the one that was playing with your clit.

You have to be quick, Bob could open his eyes any moment and see you and this whole thing could come crashing down.

A blessing and a curse.

But you don’t want that. Right now you just want to come.

You vigorously plunge your fingers inside while pressing down on your clit, the pressure causing you to briefly see stars behind your vision — or maybe that’s just the vanity lights?

You’re close, and you hope Bob is too. You know it’s risky but you’re desperate to come at the same time as Bob.

His whimpers and moans get louder as he speeds up his thrusts, you take a moment to appreciate the round globes of his ass, the muscle clenching every time he ruts forward.

“Fuck!” his voice rings out around the room followed but by a straining cry of your name as he comes, his seed painting ropes across the shower tile.

You bite back a whine as you clench hard around your fingers and pinch your clit between your thumb and forefinger, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

You fall slightly into the door frame, your legs almost buckling at the force behind it. You close your eyes and grind against your fingers, taking a few risky seconds to come down from your high.

Bob eyes slip open with a knowing smile as he watches your face contort in pleasure, he could feel your inner struggle while waiting for you to come in.

He was running out of items to drop on the floor to get your attention.

When your breathing has slowed your eyes snap open in panic, gaze immediately darting to Bob.

Your relief floods through you; his eyes are still closed as he pants hard against the tiles. If you weren’t so dizzy and blissed out you might have noticed the parallels.

You were standing in the exact same spot, exact same position, doing the exact same thing yesterday morning.

You allow yourself to watch Bob for just a moment longer, which does nothing to quell your arousal because before you even have a chance to turn away Bob swipes up some of his seed that’s slowly dripping down the wall and brings it to his mouth, he lets out a debauched groan at the taste.

You feel the heat return as you see his tongue poke out from between his lips, doing a thorough job of cleaning his fingers.

You force yourself to close the door and step into your room. Your heart rate is going so fast your smartwatch sends you notification asking if you’re okay.

No, no you’re not. Thank you for asking.

You rush around the room grabbing some clothes, you’ll shower in the gym, not trusting yourself. Christ, with how hot and desperate you are you just might get on your knees and lick the tile completely clean of Bobs come.

What is wrong with you.

No time for that. You hear the shower shut off so you just start grabbing random items, hoping it's an appropriate outfit.

That is until your eyes fall onto a pair of your panties lying on the ground close to your bed. The ones you were wearing last night.

Though this time you notice they’re a little stiff?

You kick them with your toe before the realisation hits you.

Bob came in your underwear??

Before you have time to freak out and overthink you hear movement behind the bathroom door. You slip on your shoes and haul ass out of the room towards the gym, clothes bunched up in your arms.

You’re so unfocused that you don’t notice the person standing in the walk way.

You collide with a thud, becoming slightly unsteady on your feet as you drop your clothes to the ground.

A hand reaches out and grabs you before you stumble back but you swat it away.

“Move out of the way, you big tree,” you know you have no right to snap at John but it comes naturally.

“You ran into me, dumbass,” he chuckles.

“I know you are but what am I?” you childishly mumble as you lean down and gather your belongings.

“Wow, good one,” Walker watches as you pick up your things, not offering to help.

“Shut up,” you groan.

“Laundry day?” his question is harmless but you’re in no mood to stand around.

“I can’t talk, Walker,” you push past him, which is quite difficult with this extra serum strength. Plus you swear he’s deliberately fucking with you.

“Oh no, does that mean our chat is over?” he feigns sadness.

You throw the finger at him over your shoulder as you make your way to the elevator. The sound of his smooth laugh filling the hallway.

—

You don’t see Bob until lunch time; against your will, you know it’s childish but you can’t focus around him at the moment.

After your morning workout you snuck back to your room, hiding in the shadows like an assassin in case Bob was in the halls, to your relief your room and ensuite were empty.

You ditched your clothes and made your way to the kitchen but the sight of Bob in his usual spot eating a bowl of cereal was too much, the little friendly wave he sent your way almost made you vomit so you spin on your heels wordlessly and went to a separate area of the Tower.

Bobs suspicious gaze never leaving your back as you walked out of sight.

There were a few more run ins throughout the day, Bob in the bar area, Bob in Ava’s lab, Bob was even down in the gym.

It’s like he knew where you were gonna be before you did and got there before you.

Each time instead of saying anything you just acted like you forgot something and fucked off.

Once again unaware of the look Bob and Yelena shared.

You normally eat lunch at 12:30, you and Bob have a routine; you have a stack of takeout menus: you randomly chose one and then you each chose one dish you’ve never had before. You also usually pick a dish you both enjoyed just in case the meals you ordered weren’t nice.

Before Bob came to the Tower he used to survive on cheap gas station food and literal garbage, his palate very basic.

So you decided a few months ago that you both would broaden your culinary horizons so to speak.

You were a picky eater so this benefited you also.

You entered the kitchen at 1:30, an hour late so you hoped Bob would be gone back to his nook to read.

No such luck.

There Bob sat at the kitchen island, three meals placed in front of him.

When he saw you his small smile turned into a large grin which once again caused conflicting emotions.

“I know you wanted to try that Thai place,” he smiles as he pats your seat, “you had mentioned the meal you wanted to try so I went ahead and ordered it for you.”

You look at the window, wondering if you could make it through before Bob grabs you but the insistent look on the man’s face made you second guess your suicide plans.

Maybe you should speak to a therapist about why you want to jump out a window so bad.

“Thanks, Bob,” your smile is forced making Bob tip his head to the side, studying your face.

You sit beside him and you’re immediately hit with a familiar smell, your body wash, and you bet if you shoved your nose into his hair you’d smell your conditioner too. The thought makes you press your thighs together and pray Bob is more focused on the food.

“You okay,” the timber of his voice is soothing in a way you never truly realised before.

“F’course,” you nod and turn to the food, already set out and ready to eat, “are you okay?”

“I missed you,” his admission caught you slightly off guard as you turn your head to look at him.

“I’m right here, Bob,” you reassure, “I haven’t left the Tower all day.”

He grabs your hand earnestly and holds it tight like he’s afraid you’re gonna run away.

Maybe you were.

“Seems like you’ve been avoiding me,” he doesn’t make eye contact and the sadness in his voice kills you.

You can never resist Bob when he gets like this. It awakens your protective, possessive, side and you would do anything to make Bob feel better.

If you were a better spy you might have realised that Bob sometimes uses this as manipulation tactic.

But as pre established you’re not a good spy.

“M’sorry, sweetheart,” you brush his hair out of his face and he practically preens at the treatment, “I’ll do better.”

“Good,” he squeezes your hand and turns his attention to the food, “let’s eat.”

Not once through the entire meal does Bob let go of your hand, you can’t say you blame him and the warmth he radiates does feel nice, even though it makes eating difficult.

You engage in small talk between bites, it starts off a smidge awkward but like always you slip into your usual banter.

You swap food and share utensils, face heating up when the fork that was just in Bobs mouth is now in yours, or when Bobs tongue darts out to clean your fork of all the food.

You blame the spice in the food for why your hands suddenly go clammy or why your face heats up, Bob seems to buy it, thankfully.

When lunch is over Bob finally releases your hand as he goes to tidy up the mess of takeout containers. You stand and help him, tensions are rising and you desperately need to leave.

But before you can make an excuse to dip out Bob grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

“I got you something,” his voice is warm and filled with excitement and you can’t help but smile at his boyish grin.

“Yeah?” you let Bob lead you out of the kitchen, growing slightly nervous as he makes his way to his room.

When you enter you’re surprised with how dark it is, his shutters closed and only one lamp on by his bed.

He has piles of books lined up neatly on his shelves, clothes an organised chaos on his desk chair and bed neatly made.

It doesn’t even look like he’s spent any time in it. Probably cause he spends all his time in yours.

He reluctantly lets go of your hand to rummage around in some shopping bags he has by the foot of his bed. You try to peak around his broad back to see what he has but no luck.

He turns suddenly and proudly holds up the dark crimson red fabric, your eyes taking a second to adjust and take in the item of clothing.

You reach out and let the lace material run through your fingers, noting how small the flowy skirt seems to be.

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” you praise, smiling softly at the red that starts to fill Bobs cheeks.

“You like it?” he asks, nervous and hopeful.

“Of course,” you promise, skirts weren’t exactly your favourite item of clothing but you didn’t hate to wear them.

“When did you get this?” you look between Bob and the skirt.

“Yesterday,” he shrugs. “Wanted to get you something nice.”

“Bob,” you playfully scold, “you know you don’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to,” he reassures.

A few seconds of silence pass between you as you continue to observe the piece of clothing. You didn’t even know he went out yesterday.

“Try it on for me,” Bob all but pleads, breaking the silence, “wanna see how you look.”

“N-Now?” you can’t help the small stutter, he’s usually not so insistent to have you wear the clothes straight away.

“Yeah,” he nods earnestly, “please, honey.”

You take the item gently from his hands like it’s a fragile treasure and head towards his bathroom.

“You can change in here,” his voice comes out rushed, rooting you in place, “I’ll turn around.”

Before you have time to protest he spins in place giving you a false sense of privacy.

You let out a small breath as you unbutton your pants; quickly sliding them down your legs, you kick your shoes off as you start to pull the fabric from your body. If you were smarter you would have put the skirt on first.

But no one has ever accused you of being smart.

While you’re preoccupied with pulling your legs through the pants you miss Bob peaking back and watching you with a heated stare.

Once you finally get the offending material off your legs you step into the skirt; pleased to find it’s a perfect fit. You had never told Bob your clothing sizes but he always knows. He must have looked at your clothes tags.

You’re happy to see the skirt is high waisted, preferring that over the low cut.

You go to tell Bob he could turn around but are shocked to noticed he’s already turned fully towards you and is staring intensely at the skirt.

“Bo-“ you start to scold but he cuts you off.

“You look good,” his eyes trail up to your face as he moves closer to you, “do you like it? Did I do good?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stutter out, not entirely used to this side of Bob. The openly desperate.

He pushes another boundary as he runs his hand over the material on your hip.

“It’s soft,” he smiles, “so soft.” He mumbles the last part mainly to himself.

“It is,” you speak slowly, voice coming out quiet.

You swear you can hear both your hearts beating. Bob continues to play with the material of your skirt and you can feel your fingers twitching at your sides, desperately wanting to grab him.

But before you can there’s a knock at his door, you step back as Yelena enters without waiting for permission.

“C’mon, Bob,” she ushers him out of the room, “you have your therapist appointment in 20 minutes.”

“Oh! Yeah,” he springs into action, changing his sweater into something more appropriate for leaving the Tower.

You take in a sharp breath when his shirt catches on his sweater; riding up and exposing his taught stomach.

The sound of Yelena clearing her throat beside you makes you snap out of your trance and you glance at her, her eyes filled with a knowing look.

Your face heats up in embarrassment and you lean down to grab your pants and slip on your shoes, desperate to leave.

“Thanks for the skirt, Bob,” you all but shout as you make your way out the door, “good luck with therapy!”

As you power walk to your room you miss the small conversation between Bob and Yelena.

“You’re going to kill her, Bob,” Yelena’s laugh is soft as she teases her friend.

He gives Yelena a cheeky smile as he makes his way towards the door.

“Not before I’ve had my fun.”

—

It’s a few hours until Bob returns and you’re thankful for the peace.

You had to go back to your room after he left and switch out new underwear, yet again.

At this rate it might be laundry day.

You had heard that sitting on top of a washing machine can feel very pleasurable.

You’re hanging out in the common room, a shitty reality tv show playing in the background as you dissociate.

Ava is lying on her couch tinkering with something and Alexei is on the recliner, thoroughly enjoying trash tv.

You don’t know when it happened but sometime in the span of the months you’ve shared this Tower with the Thunderbolts you’ve become sort of reliant on Bob.

Thinking back a lot of the time you were bored and not on missions, in briefing and meetings or training you were with him.

You’ve become codependent.

Oh lord.

Although that thought doesn't scare you as much as it probably should.

A person falling unceremoniously onto the cushion beside you brings you back to the present, you send a soft glare over to Walker but he smirks it away.

“Are you right?” you huff.

“Yep,” he reaches forward and grabs a handful of m&ms out of the bowl on the coffee table.

He pops some in his mouth before offering some to you. You look at his slightly sweaty hand in disgust, the colour from the chocolate already starting to stain his fingers.

“Ew,” you emphasise the word, although that doesn’t stop you from grabbing a few off the top.

You sit in relative silence, Alexei’s booming laughter filling the space before Walker brings his now empty hand down to the material on your legs.

“New skirt?” he asks as he runs the fabric through his fingers.

“Yeah,” you nod, only half paying attention to him.

“It’s short,” he comments, when you look over there’s a slight crease in his eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you turn your attention to him fully, “and?”

“And nothing,” he laughs holding up his hands in defeat, “just an observation.”

Throughout the conversation with John you failed to see Bob standing a few feet near the door, a dark look on his face as he watches Walker touch your skirt, touch you.

Before Bob can come in and drag Walker away from you the man jumps up on his own, Bob feels lighter as a sudden relief fills his chest.

“Where’re you going,” you halfheartedly asks, eyes still on the tv.

“Training with Bucky,” he grabs a handful of chocolate to take with him.

“Tell Bucky I hope he wins,” you smirk.

“Fuck off,” he tosses a m&m at you a leaves before you can retaliate, “hey Bobby, good session today?”

Walker slaps Bob on the shoulder and just like that all the previous anguish he was feeling falls away. He doesn’t have to worry about you and John.

“Yeah,” his smile is easy, “it was pretty good.”

“That's good to hear,” John taps him one last time on the back as he makes his way to the gym.

Your posture is relaxed with your eyes are trained on the tv, you’re currently eating m&ms out of your hand.

No one has noticed his return and he’s grateful, he slips into the room with practiced silence and sits down gently beside you, the complete opposite of Walker.

“Hey, Bob,” you greet him with a light tone of voice but you can't stop your shoulders from tensing slightly.

“Hey, honey,” he leans back into the couch, his side pressed up against yours.

“Feeling good,” you ask, trying not to pry.

“Feeling great,” he reaches over and snags a few chocolates out of your hands and pops them into his mouth.

“That’s great,” your smile is genuine now as you gently nudge his shoulder.

As nervous as he’s currently making you, you’re glad he’s back.

You fall into a comfortable silence for about an hour, forcing yourself not to tense every time Bob reaches down and plays with the hem of your skirt.

At one point he just decides to leave his hand there. On your thigh. Material pinched between his fingers.

Thankfully it’s not long before the grumbling of his stomach draws the attention of everyone in the room.

“Oh no! Raccoon is back!” Alexei suddenly stands and pulls out a gun.

“Hey, woah!” Ava shouts as she sits up.

“Raccoon?” You ask the wild man as he looks around the room.

“He stole my bagel!” Alexei grumbles as he looks behind the tv, “Bucky don’t believe me but I seen him come inside!”

“It was Bobs stomach,” Ava lets out an exasperated sigh and points at the aforementioned man sitting beside you, hiding a sheepish grin behind his hand.

“Oh, Bob!” Alexei smiles, previous grumbling forgotten, “when did you get here!”

You roll your eyes playfully as a conversation starts around you and pull out your phone before bringing up the pizza app.

It’s close enough to dinner that you can get away with ordering food now and you already have everyone’s preferred toppings saved in your phone.

25 minutes later everyone is sitting around the kitchen island pulling slices of pizza onto their plates, Walker playfully grumbling when Yelena and Ava both snatch a piece of his out of the box.

You take in the conversations around you, allowing yourself to feel serenity for a while.

Alexei is explaining in great detail the raccoon thing, Bucky has a mischievous look on his face. Maybe he’s the raccoon?

Yelena and Ava are talking about a new fight tactic they saw online and would like to try, John interjecting and sayings it was probably more theatrical than practical.

Meanwhile Bob was sitting next to you, his feet tangled with yours under the counter as he pleasantly hums around a bite of pizza, smiling happily at the conversations happening all around him.

Bob truly seems at peace.

—

After dinner you tidy the garbage off the counter while Bob washes the plates, the whole thing seeming far too domestic.

You slip into a comfortable silence once again as you spray the kitchen island with a disinfectant and scrub it down.

You don’t trust any of the germs that these people track in.

Cough, Alexei. 

You bite back small gasps every time Bob walks past, fingers grazing against the skin just below the hem of the skirt, offering a polite, “excuse me,” as he makes a show of moving past you.

You’re starting to get used to his little touches but that doesn’t do much for the heat that grows with each graze of his fingers.

You’re pulled out of your pleasant trance by the alarm of a phone ringing through the kitchen, and a part of you is shocked to find it coming from Bob.

“Bedtime?” you joke as you throw the now soggy paper towel in the bin.

He lets out a little laugh before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“No, uh, I’m going out tonight,” he pulls out the plug and waits for the sink to empty before rinsing out the last of the soap suds.

Your eyes glance to the clock on the microwave and it all clicks.

It’s 7:30. It’s Thursday.

Bob goes to the club on Thursdays.

You try to mask your hurt, you’re glad Bob is turned away from you because you’re failing miserably.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. You’re not dating and whatever this is between you is creepy and unnatural for two friends, but part of you was hoping Bob would rather spend the night slowly encroaching into your personal space then go out to a club and have sex with a woman who looks just like you.

You let out a small sigh at how ridiculous you’re being. You don’t control Bob and until you strap on a pair and tell him how you feel you have no right to demand his time.

Even though he does it to you.

“Oh, okay,” you cringe at how hopeless your voice has become, “have fun.”

“Yeah, I will,” there’s a perk in his voice and a pep in his step and you swear he might be doing this on purpose.

But that’s not how your Bob acts.

“Don’t wait up,” he calls over his shoulder as he makes his way to the elevator.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you make the decision to follow him again. You weren’t going to, you were just gonna spend time in your room wallowing in self pity but he just had to throw that remark back. Like he was goading you.

Since you already knew the location of the club you don’t have to follow Bob through the streets like an unhinged stalker. You can just wait 20 minutes and head down.

But as it turns out those 20 minutes are the longest of your life. You swear all the clocks have stopped in some weird global phenomenon. It’s probably the sun… or magnets.

You hold out for as long as you can, which turns out to be 12 minutes; good enough, as you make your way to the elevator.

When you’re on the street you take care to look around and make sure you don’t see any familiar faces, you remember how popular this club seemed to be with other members of your team.

When you make it to the alleyway you’re filled to the brim with nerves, what if this goes worse than last time?

You have no idea what he’s going to do tonight so what if you walk in and he’s out on the main floor in a sandwich between a big hunky guy and the Replicant.

Actually that might not be so bad. 

But only if you were in place instead of the Replicant.

You bang the secret knock on the door and it opens with a small creak. The same man from two nights ago ushers you in.

You walk through the semi familiar hallway and see a different attendant at the curtain, they smile lightly as they pull the curtain to the side and wait for you to walk in.

You side step away from the door and behind some tables as you take in the room, searching for the floppy head of curls. You let out a relieved breath as you see him at the bar, only feeling slightly jealous when you see who he’s with.

Other you.

You follow the 5 D’s of Dodgeball as you make your way covertly to the bar, through the see of naked bodies: dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.

You’re pleasantly surprised when you were only groped twice, and that was probably people trying to help you, cause you no doubt looked like you were having a stroke with all the dipping and dodging you were doing.

You slide up the end of the bar a little breathless, a few seats away from Bob, who thankfully has his back turned to you.

What you fail to realise though is that there is a mirror behind the bar, a mirror that has given him a perfect view of your ridiculous covert antics.

Bob smiles into his drink as he half listens to what his companion is saying.

Thankfully you’re not too far away from them that you can’t pick up the conversations, you can’t hear it entirely though as it seems when one person in the orgy has an orgasm it creates some sort of domino effect and all of a sudden everyone is having an orgasm.

It’s very distracting.

“Are we playing tonight, Robert,” the overly fake sultry voice the Replicant uses makes you want to gag.

“Not tonight,” his voice comes out easy. You let out a pleased sound at his admission.

“Oh, what a shame,” she pouts and places her hand on his thigh, far too close to his crotch.

Your skin starts to prickle with heat and jealousy and you swear you can hear the wood of the counter starting to split under your hardened grip.

“I might go in the glory holes again,” he pays no mind to her hand; not reacting but not removing it either.

“What side,” your eye twitches as her hand drags up and down his thigh.

“The left,” he takes a sip of his drink, “I was on the right side last time.”

You think back to the signs above the doors, the left was the one with the bigger hole and the legs and the oh.

“What booth, I might see you there,” she winks.

Like hell you will.

“Five,” he finishes his drink and orders another one.

You slip from the chair and make a quick decision to throw all caution to the wind.

You are wearing a skirt after all.

Easier to navigate.

Before you can step away into the second hallway you’re stopped by someone standing in your path.

“Hi again,” you step back and look up at the handsome stranger from last time.

He’s naked again but this time you’re more prepared. And perhaps a little desensitised to the constant nudity.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, not wanting to be rude, “you live here?” you joke.

He lets out a smooth chuckle, a very pleasant sound before answering, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Just visiting,” you nod, anxiously moving from side to side slightly.

“Ready to take me up on my offer?” he asks, a little hopeful.

“Not this time,” you give a small apologetic smile, but he takes it in stride like he the did last time.

While you’re talking to the Handsome Stranger you can’t help but feel a heat in the back of your neck, like someone is staring daggers into you, you look around slightly panicked that Bob found you out but he’s smiling along to whatever the Replicant is saying.

On closer look only the Handsome Stranger is paying attention to you. Must be nerves.

You continue to idly chit chat, eyes falling to Bob every few seconds in case he gets up and you have to dive over a couch.

The Handsome Stranger cracks a joke and you can’t help the laugh that slips out, unfortunately you’re not able to enjoy it much longer as a shattering sound comes from over near the bar.

Your eyes snap over and you notice the bartender looking around the floor in total confusion, you faintly hear them say something along the lines of “it just exploded”.

There’s no time to pay it any mind as you notice Bob put some money on the counter and go to stand. You rush out a goodbye to the Stranger who offers you a smile before retreating.

You run into the hallway, in a totally normal and subtle way, and quickly make your way to the last door on the left.

You thank your lucky stars that the rooms were vacant before stepping in. You allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief as you lock the door and hop up onto the black bench, which is covered in a plush leather top layer.

You’re not given much chance to breathe as you hear the door open on the other side before a lock clicks into place and the small light above the door changes colour.

You take a breath and muster up all the courage you can as you find a comfortable position, you notice there's a very detailed diagram on the wall of how to use the booth.

The hole is just large enough where you can either put the lower half of your body out and dangle your legs over the side, lie on your stomach with your legs out like your bent over the bench, or you can rest your legs against the wall near the hole, two comfy looking leather straps are there to help tie you in.

You decide on the third option for now, you don’t think you have any recognising marks on your lower half… like a frog perhaps, but you’d rather not risk it at this point.

You hear shuffling coming from the other side and quickly get into position, you lie back and rest your legs against the wall and strap them in, pleasantly surprised with how comfortable this is.

You bunch your skirt up around your waist so Bob, oh god you hope it’s Bob, doesn’t recognise it.

You decided to leave your underwear on, a little too nervous to bare it all. You're sure Bob can’t recognise you from just your underwear.

Bob, or whomever, is taking a little long and you start to once again second guess yourself, but like the many other times in the past before you can run away; the little door the that covers the hole and keeps the two rooms separate suddenly opens.

You let out a small sigh of relief when you hear the familiar groan falling from Bobs lips.

When were you able to recognise that?

“Fuck, honey,” Bobs deep whine sends a thrill to your core, “this all for me?”

You try to disguise your voice like you did last time, making sure to keep it a low mumble to a whisper.

“Yes, sweetheart,” you writhe a bit as you feel the heat of his stare.

“It’s you,” his voice perks up, “I was hoping I’d get to have you again.”

You let out a soft moan at his words, “I’m all yours.”

Bob lets out a string of curses as places his hands on the meat of your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties,” he moans, “so wet for me.”

You let out a debauched whimper as Bob blows over the wet patch, making you twitch.

“Gonna eat her, honey,” he promises, “gonna show her how good I can be.”

You hear a soft creaking coming from the other side and assume he’s kneeling on some sort of stool, that thought leaves your head as quickly as it comes though.

You jolt in place and let out a small cry as Bob starts to lick over your covered clit, sucking the material of your panties into his mouth, trying desperately to get all of you into his mouth.

While he pays attention to your clit his fingers slip under the damp fabric and rub slowly against your glistening folds. You arch your back and pull up your shirt, tearing your bra out of the way, hastily pinching at your hardening nipples as Bob continues to mouth at your pussy like you’re his last meal.

“You taste so fucking good,” his voice is muffled against you, “wanna spend my whole day between these legs.”

He slides a finger between your folds, not slipping inside just putting it there as he plays with your slick, the action has you grinding down, unsuccessfully, to try and get more.

“Patience, honey,” he playfully scolds, “you’ll get it.”

“Wanna come,” your voice is breathless and you’re shocked at how close you are already.

Although to be fair Bob has been teasing you all day.

“You can come as many times as you want,” he promises.

He leans back down and groans against your swollen bud, the action driving you wild and closer to the edge. He continues to trace his fingers through your slick and just as he teases your hole with the tip you throw your head back and let out a pleasured cry as you hit your peak.

You feel Bobs moan more than you hear it as it vibrates against your sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck, honey,” his voice slightly breaks as he calls you your pet name, “you’ve soaked right through.”

Your whole body is shaking against the bench as you come down from your high.

Bob eases you through it as he pushes the damp material to the side and starts lapping up your slick.

The moment his tongue hits your folds you grab the bunched up fabric of your skirt, needing something in your hands as you try to buck against his warm mouth.

His tongue swipes through your warm center, collecting copious amounts of your come, groaning every few seconds like he’s drinking his favourite beverage.

“P-Please,” you whine, voice slightly high, “hurts.”

“M’sorry, honey,” he apologises against your folds, “I-I can’t stop, not now that I finally get to taste you from the source.”

You gasp as he picks up the pace, his tongue dipping deeper inside you with each swipe. With an action that has you mewling against your fist, Bob tears away your ruined underwear before diving back in with a renowned vigour.

“Need you to come again,” he pleads, voice muffled and filled with desperation, “I promise I’ll be good, just want your come.”

You grab the side of the bench for dear life as you slightly gyrate your hips against his face, you choke out a sob when he thrusts his tongue inside your wet heat.

His nose bumps against your clit with enough pressure to have you keening on the other side of the booth.

Within minutes of his treatment you’re now desperate to come a second time.

You clench around his tongue and the action causes him to grip your thighs in a bruising hold, the pain adds to the pleasure as you scratch at the leather.

“Please,” you beg, “please I wanna come.”

Your voice is slowly starting to lose the disguise but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Too focused on the pleasure between your legs.

Bob brings a hand down and pinches your clit between his fingers as his thrusts his tongue in and out, fucking your pussy with his face.

With one last slap of the leather you’re once again careening over the edge, electricity pulsing through your veins as Bob continues to lavish your pussy with attention.

“Please,” your voice is weak, “hurts.”

This time Bob pulls away, though reluctantly.

“You did so well for me, honey,” he praises, making you preen slightly, “told you I’d be good to you.”

“So good,” you agree, breathlessly, “so good, sweetheart.”

Bob peppers small kisses around the backs of your thighs while he waits for you to come down, you let out a soft whine whenever he gets too close to your abused clit.

“Can I fuck her,” Bobs voice is filled with impatience and desperation and he speaks his words against the skin of your thigh, “been so good waiting, please.”

You let out a small breathless chuckle, ever the impatient menace.

“Want you to fuck me,” you moan, “please.”

Bob lets out an eager sound as he stands to his feet, the sound of something clattering against the floor brings you further out of your foggy haze.

“Sorry,” he chuckles apologetically, noticing your small twitch at the noise, “had to get the stool out of the way.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment as you wait with bated breath for him to continue.

Bobs gonna fuck you.

Robert Reynolds is going to fuck you.

You let out a trembling breath that Bob misconstrues as eagerness.

“S’okay, baby,” he playfully huffs, “gonna fuck her now.”

The new pet name distracts you for a few seconds but the light touch of Bobs fingers spreading your folds and exposing your entrance brings you back to the moment.

You clench around nothing and Bob lets out a keening groan.

You hear a wet sound coming from the other side of the booth and you jump in place as you feel something wet hit your clit and slowly dribble down towards your hole.

“So pretty,” Bob rubs his saliva more against you, dipping his fingers inside, “gotta make sure you're stretched enough to take me,” he sounds wrecked, “don’t wanna hurt you.”

You sharply inhale as he gently fucks you open, adding a second finger in and scissoring them. Your walls flutter against the intruding digits making Bob bite back a growl.

“So eager,” he compliments, “my pussy.”

The last part was meant just for him but you heard him loud and clear.

Without warning he removes his fingers and lines his cock up with your leaking entrance.

“She’s drooling for me,” Bob whines, sounding more like he’s in a trance, he’s completely drunk on your pussy.

He snaps his hips forward and you let out a pained cry, no amount of preparation could have prepared you for that.

There’s a bit of a burning as he stretches you out around him, plunging himself all the way in until he’s entirely sheathed inside you.

You feel a slight stinging behind your eyes, the pain slightly overwhelms the pleasure and as if Bob can sense it he starts babbling out apologies.

“M’so sorry, honey, you just looked so warm and inviting,” the words come out all rushed and jumbled, “couldn’t help myself, I t-tried. Y’just so warm, so so warm.”

To his credit he doesn’t move, but judging by the twitching of his cock snug against your walls he’s fighting a losing battle.

“Please d-don’t be mad, needed to be inside you for so long,” he whimpers, “needed this, so did you.”

You don’t pick up on the meaning behind his words, too focused on the slowly receding pain between your legs.

“M-Move,” you sniffle, “fuck, please move.”

Bob abides instantly, pulling his cock slowly back before grinding it forward.

You let out a chocked moan but thankfully the burn has gone from pain to pleasure.

“Harder, sweetheart,” you beg, the pleasure hitting you like a truck, “fuck me.”

Bob doesn’t need to be told twice, he pulls himself back until only his tip is nestled between your folds before driving his cock back deep inside.

You lets out desperate groans that end in a whine as he ruts against you, there must be handles on his side of the booth because as he continues his brutal pace you swear you can see the wood starting to shift from his strength.

A tremor runs through your lower half as he brings his hand down to thumb at your oversensitive clit.

His babbles out incoherent praises and curses, he words jumbling together as his pace starts to falter.

“Need to come,” he all but weeps against the wood, forehead resting against the cool wood, “please! C-Can I come?”

You nod your head a few times before realising he can’t see you, “yes, baby,” you moan, “you can come.”

“Inside,” his voice cracking as a desperate moan crawls up his throat, “I wanna come inside.”

His begging takes on an anguished whine as he repeats the plea over and over.

“Come in me, sweetheart,” you give him permission, although part of you feels like even without it he’d still come inside you.

“Thank you!” he wails against the wood, pace picking up with a renowned vigour, “thank you, t-thank you.”

As he hammers a bruising pace into you he hits something inside that has you crying out as your vision go momentarily white.

“There she is,” he’s breathless but sounds slightly proud as he continues to spear his cock into the spot repeatedly.

You’re so overwhelmed from the white hot pleasure that you start to claw at the leather, trying to get away but Bob grabs your thigh with a punishing grip and holds you in place as he grinds into you with a new velocity.

“Come with me!” he desperately begs, “please!”

With a few well placed hits from the tip of his cock against the soft spongy spot inside you, you practically shriek out in blissful agony, the pleasure completely consuming you.

You hear the blood pumping in your ears, and you’re breathing so fast you think you might pass out.

You’re so hazy and blissed out you unfortunately miss the way Bob cries out your name as he empties himself inside you.

Only whimpers are falling from your mouth as you try to regain so semblance of control, but it’s no use.

Bob hasn’t stopped grinding his hips against yours; he has slowed down significantly, but you’re so incredibly fucked out you can’t seem to care about how sensitive and abused your pussy feels.

You catch parts of his sentences, a small fire returning to the pit of your stomach.

“Gotta push it all the way in,” he sounds like you feel, “make sure you carry me around for days.”

Before you can answer he pulls out suddenly, a small yelp rips from your lips.

The sound is replaced with something pleasurable as he swipes his finger through your combined mess, bringing the mixture of you both to his lips.

“So good,” he pants desperately.

You have no idea how much time has passed, being fucked so good you’ve forgotten the concept of time entirely, but a small tap to your thighs tells you it may have been a while.

“We should do this again,” Bobs voice is rough and you have to force yourself to calm down.

“Yeah,” you agree softly, “we should.”

With that he closes the small metal door and allows you some privacy. You unstrap your legs and go to sit up, your body feels weak but you feel so good.

Hope that’s lasts.

It takes you a few minutes to find the strength to straighten yourself up, and you’re pleased to find a wooden box screwed to the wall with wet wipes inside.

How thoughtful.

It takes you a little longer to clean yourself and fix your disheveled clothing, at one point you heard Bob leave, thankfully that should give you enough time to sneak out.

You go, on instinct, to pull up your underwear but slightly panic when you can’t find them, only to realise Bob had torn them from your body.

You brush away the uncomfortable feeling as you step out of the booth, only wiping away the wetness that pooled around your thighs, Bobs come was pushed in far too deep for it to start leaking out yet.

You look around to make sure the coast is clear before looking in to Bobs booth, you take note of the loose handles on the wall and the slightly cracked wood.

When did he do that?

You open the small trash can hoping to find the remnants of your underwear but finding it, thankfully, empty.

You really didn’t want to see used tissues and whatever other horrors.

The thought of Bob walking around with a pair of your panties sends a thrill through you.

And you’re sure he has no idea they're yours.

—

Bob rubs the damp material of your panties through his fingers, the item of clothing hidden away by his pocket. But he doesn’t need to see them.

He was, after all, the one who bought them for you.

You’ve become so complacent and trusting of Bob you’ve never really caught on to how perverted he can be.

For the past few months he has been slowly adding new pairs of panties to your rotation while taking out some older ones and you have never seemed to noticed.

He lets out a pleased hum as he makes he way back to the Tower, mind already coming up with new ways he can make you completely his — mind, body, and soul.

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Wherever Scorpio is placed in your chart shows where you can become corrupt or destructive if you don’t get help for the internal hell that burns inside you 🔥 🖤

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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌♏️Exploring where Scorpio falls in your natal chart is a powerful step toward greater self-awareness and healing. Scorpio is the sign most associated with depth, transformation, and the hidden layers of the psyche. Wherever it resides in your chart, it shows where you are drawn to intensity—where you crave deep connection, power, or renewal—but also where you might struggle with fear, control, obsession or destructive patterns.

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First we recap on the themes of each house:

🏡Ascendant / 1st House

First impressions, physical body, self-image, appearance, how you approach the world, style, personality, leadership, new initiatives, fresh starts, and beginnings.

🏡2nd House

Values, material comforts and pleasures, art, aesthetics, deep experiences, finances, possessions, contracts, taste, scent, sound, sight, and touch.

🏡 3rd House

Communication, thoughts, siblings, research, learning, childhood, small talk, coworkers, flirting, banter, early education, neighbors, vehicles, libraries, the neighborhood, schools, local trips, appliances, daily interactions, and devices.

🏡 IC / 4th House

Home, emotions, stability, comforts, ancestors, self-care, the past, roots, hometown, history, family, genetics, privacy, security, caretakers, parents (especially the mother), children, your own nurturing abilities, and TLC.

🏡 5th House

Self-expression, dating, sex, drama, creativity, attention, children, fertility, excitement, entertainment, the inner child, passions, hobbies, color, games, imagination, romance, fun, pleasure, and play.

🏡 6th House

Schedules, organization, habits, routines, duties, fitness, diet, health, exercise, analytical thinking, digestion, stress, plans, design, pets, chores, work, running errands, responsibilities, skills, medication, babysitting, sickness, surgery, volunteering, servitude, and being of service to others.

🏡 Descendant / 7th House

Partnerships, relationships, marriage, effort, peaceful negotiation, active listening, teamwork, commitment, spouse, business deals, open enemies, and contracts.

🏡 8th House

Birth, death, sex, transformation, mysteries, tarot, surgery, spirit boards, other people’s property and money, drugs, alcohol, real estate, inheritances, self-harm, crime, investments, secrets, taxes, abuse, soulmates, the occult, obsession, intimacy, revenge, trauma, pain, and profound bonding.

🏡 9th House

Travel, higher education, spirituality, publishing, religion, philosophy, foreigners, beliefs, entrepreneurship, enlightenment, faith, optimism, teaching, knowledge, languages, culture, wisdom, university, teachers, and cross-cultural connections.

🏡 MC / 10th House

Structures, corporations, tradition, social status, public image, legacy, fame, honors, professionalism, hard work, ambition, achievements, awards, career path, authority, boundaries, goals, leadership style, aspirations, rules, discipline, fathers, and fatherhood.

🏡 11th House

Teams, friendships, groups, society, technology, video, media, networking, social justice, rebellion, gifts, humanitarian causes, originality, eccentricity, sudden events, surprises, activism, invention, astronomy, science fiction, innovation, older siblings, community, computers, electricity, the internet, and the future.

🏡 12th House

The subconscious, dreams, spirituality, mental health, visions, karma, past lives, poetry, art, asylums, jail, hospitals, healing, trauma, isolation, hypnosis, sleep, film, dance, intuition, addiction, illusion, confusion, the psyche, ghosts, spirits, secrets, affairs, insomnia, suffering, illness, imprisonment, spiritual transcendence, enemies, endings, and crisis.

Now we’ve recapped,

Here is a list of some negative traits that have the potential to manifest depending on which house Scorpio resides in your chart:

🦂 1st House

Jealousy, violent emotions, intimidation, and a lack of trust in others.

🦂 2nd House

Obsessive attachment to possessions, greed, financial manipulation, using money or resources for control.

🦂 3rd House

Suspicion toward siblings or neighbors, manipulative communication, compulsive thinking, secretive learning, gossip.

🦂 4th House

Emotional blackmail within the family, resentment toward parents, clinging to past wounds, controlling behavior in the home.

🦂 5th House

Jealousy in romance, possessiveness over children or lovers, attention-seeking drama, sexual obsession.

🦂 6th House

Workplace power struggles, compulsive routines, self-destructive health habits, resentment about being of service.

🦂 7th House

Manipulative relationships, obsession with partners, fear of betrayal, jealousy, power plays in marriage or business partnerships.

🦂 8th House

Addiction, financial entanglements, destructive sexual compulsions, abuse, revenge, inability to let go.

🦂 9th House

Fanaticism in beliefs, intolerance, imposing views on others, secretive travels, hidden agendas in teaching or publishing.

🦂 10th House

Obsessive ambition, ruthless pursuit of status, controlling public image, power struggles with authority figures.

🦂 11th House

Manipulation in friendships, jealousy over others’ success, infiltration of groups for personal gain, secret rivalries.

🦂 12th House

Self-sabotage, hidden enemies, secret addictions, paranoia, escapism, unconscious patterns of destruction.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌When you research your Scorpio house placement, you’re equipping yourself to do meaningful shadow work. Instead of letting these energies operate unconsciously, you bring them into the light, where they can be understood, healed and transformed. This is how Scorpio moves from corruption and pain to profound healing and rebirth. ♏️

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Thank you for reading. Your support means so much to me! Stay tuned for more to come 💖

[nullicaput]

skinner and the rat. X

Pairing: Han Su-Gang x Reader

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Teacher-Student Relationship, Power Imbalance, Reverse Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Dark, Su-gang being deranged as hell

Summary: Familiar faces and familiar violence—you thought after almost ten years, the kid you left would never remember you, but you were wrong.

Word count: 2116

previous chapter.

"Teacher [Name], a first-year is looking for you," someone said from the door. "Teacher?" 

A tap on your shoulder successfully snapped you out of your focus. Your eyes, which have been staring intently at the papers you were grading one by one, flew onto the person who disturbed you, and when they did, you saw your colleague with a high hairline smiling down at you expectantly.

"Yes?"

"A student's looking for you." 

You tilted your head—it took you a good minute to understand what he just said. 

"Oh," you finally acknowledged. "Where?" 

He raised a hand in the direction where this supposed student was standing, and upon looking, you saw the kid you temporarily saved from Su-Gang. Putting your pen down, you muttered a quick thanks to your coworker and made your way to Jin-Hyung.

"Good afternoon, miss." He bowed, handing you a folded cloth. "This was yours." 

"Sorry?" 

You eyed the cloth—it was your handkerchief.

"I washed it, so it's clean."

You took it with tender hands, your heart swelling at the sight of fading bruises littering his neck. 

"Thank you." 

Honestly, you forgot about you lending him that after all the havoc Su-Gang has done in a span of what you could estimate as ten minutes.

"Uhm, can I talk to you?" he asked—no, pleaded. 

"Regarding what?" You put the handkerchief in your pocket. "I don't remember holding a subject of first-years', child."

He pursed his lip and averted his eyes.

"Let's talk somewhere more silent," you offered, feeling the stares coming from behind. 

While leading him to the tutoring room, you maintained more than a respectable distance from him and kept your hands behind your back. The two of you entered, silence and discomfort mixing with each other the moment the door was closed. 

In all honesty, you would prefer to have this conversation outside, but you knew that although physical boundaries were an important factor to student-teacher interaction, confidentiality was, too. Whatever it was he wished to talk about it you must remain unknown to others, unless he was the one to disclose it. 

You stood at the opposite side of the room, and leaned onto one of the shelves, while you let him be seated near the entrance of the room.

"What's it, then?" you said, breaking the ice. "Don't worry. This room's soundproofed. People can see us through the door lite, but no one can hear."

He nodded, and opened his mouth. He closed it, and he opened it again. 

"I'm sorry that you got involved with my problem," he said, his voice breaking.

"Problem?" You massaged your temples. "You mean the bullying you were going through?" 

If you were to be technical, it should be you apologizing to him. Your involvement with this could cause him either safety or far more danger, but the latter seemed a lot more plausible. Still, as a teacher, you could not tell him details about your personal life.

When you saw him stiffen, you added, "What I did was something a teacher ideally should do in that situation."

Those words caused his eyes to widen, as though what you told him was a divine revelation. 

Poor kid must have undoubtedly been suffering so much despite the academic year barely being quarterway. 

"You shouldn't apologize for the faults you didn't do." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "I don't think anyone would want to be hurt and mistreated by their peers."

You were far away from him, and during your talk with him, you have never touched him. You did not put your hand on your shoulder, nor did you offer him any physical comforts. Even then, he has never felt any safer than this moment. It was as if your presence were enough as it is for him to feel understood—to be heard by anyone without them trying to invalidate what he was experiencing and making it seem that he was in the wrong for being wounded by his upperclassman's sadistic ways to satisfy his lack of entertainment.

"What if he misplace his anger on you?" 

What if? He already did. He already does. 

"Who knows?" you said. 

Of course, it was not enough to make his fear die down. In fact, it only made it worse to see you be so dismissive about this. 

"Jin-Hyung, you should go home early," you shifted the topic—or ended it. "It's rainy season, and the clouds are really dark today."

You came back to your fellow teachers waiting for you like kittens waiting for treats. 

"What did the two of you talked about?" the first-year Language teacher pried. "You're teaching second years, no?"

A teacher breaking the code of ethics and wanting to gossip about students' concerns. 

How hilarious. 

Disgusting. 

"He asked me not to tell anyone."

Without saying anything more, you sat back and returned to your work.

A minute or so passed, and Mathematics teacher came back from wherever he went. 

"Oh, you're still checking essays." 

"Yes. A lot of the ones I've checked were well written. I still don't know about the others."

Feeling stressed at the number of grammatical errors from the paper you were reading, you subconsciously dug your upper left canine into the flesh of your lower lip. To make it worse, your checking pen has ran out of ink, an you did not have anything to replace it.

"Here," your male coworker said, lending you a blue pen.

"Thanks."

Concentrated on your task, you did not notice the particular way he looked at you. In an outsider's eyes, it could be described as him being interested in you instead of the topic of students' essay quality. 

"I've heard that you're good in English." 

"I can say that I'm able to communicate my thoughts properly." 

"Did you graduate from a good school?" 

"Not at all," you said, taking note of the fact that he could not read the room. "Just decent." 

"Self-taught?" 

"Yes."

Irritation was growing inside of you, and you were one question away from telling him off.

He really should be thankful of his good pen that you were being slightly more patient than him that you usually would with people who could not take a hint.

"Your left hand."

Is this bastard daft or what? 

"Oh, the scars?" 

"Where are they from?"

Oh, wrong move. 

"From a fork." 

"From a—I'm sorry."

With that, the blabbermouth has stopped at last. 

"It's fine. I don't even remember the kid who did this to me."

For a good hour, you were left in your solitude while you checked essays after essays. Some were unreadable, handwriting and content-wise, but thankfully, there are some that were remarkable.

You yawned, feeling the weight of your head becoming denser and denser.

"Teacher [Name], we're leaving," the English teacher said using the language. "Why don't you just take these papers home?"

You stretched your arms and tilted your head to loosen the knots that were building up along your neck. 

"I live a little far from the school." You grunted softly. "It's better for me to go home a little later than carry these all with me." 

Whichever of the two options you choose, you could not possibly go bother Kwon-Jung with such a trivial matter.

"Well, it's already quarter to six."

The faculty closes at seven, and the school closes at eight.

"I'll keep that in mind." 

You bid them goodbye, and soon, the only ones that remained inside the room were you and the vice-principal inside his office. 

You glanced at your phone and read the time. Debating whether to rest or power through your sleepiness, you decided to do the former. You set an alarm and put the right side of your head over its corresponding arm. You placed your left hand on your phone, so you could quickly stop it from ringing.

"Just fifteen minutes."

"Su-Gang, where are you going?"

After cutting all his classes that followed yours, Su-Gang left the rooftop without bringing his bag with him. To his so-called friends' surprise, he took the direction that would lead him to the principal's office and, eventually, the whole faculty's room. 

"Mind your damned business, you little shit." He pulled his vape out of his pocket and dumped it into the nearest bin. "Fucking cocksucker." 

Su-Gang was still not in the best mood after finding out that his crew lied to him last Friday. 

To think that they thought they would be spared for hiding the truth from him and trying to cover it up—brainless idiots. 

And to think that if he had not drive that car, he would never learn that you were holding hands with a man—a man he had no way of recognizing—and those bitches would be there with him, mooching off of his parents' money, internally laughing at his ignorance. 

He stepped foot inside the teachers' lounge without any thought in mind. Simultaneously, the vice-principal emerged from his cave, briefcase in hand and ready to leave. 

"Su-Gang," the old man squeaked. "What are you, er, what are you doing here?" 

"Are you ordering me to tell you what I'm here for?" 

"No!" he hastily replied. "Not at all!" 

Not risking to be the target, he got out of the room, not even noticing that there was still someone inside aside from him and the devil spawn. 

Su-Gang wandered inside the teachers' lounge, his eyes raking over the tables filled with clutter and picture frames of family members he could not care less about knowing. 

"Teacher [Name]?" 

He made himself comfortable beside you, sitting on the swivel chair of whoever was placed at your left. 

"Hey." 

When you did not answer him, he poked your forehead. 

You were indeed asleep. 

You were napping defenselessly at a place you knew he resided. 

He did not know whether to admire you for that or ridicule you. 

"A bitch like you shouldn't be getting on my nerves," he huffed. "But here we are." 

You have lived a life that had nothing to do with him, while all he had done after you left was for you. 

Rather, to have you.

He enhanced his physique so if he were to grab you and carry you, no one could pry his hands off of you the way those leech-like maids held him back after he stabbed you with a fork. He studied driving so if he were to abduct you, the both of you could easily get away from the public's eyes before they even notice you were gone. He did the things he had done for the sake of having you, and yet, you have lived your life that way. 

It was apparent that you were happy with the way your life had turned out after you left him. It was apparent, seen from the way you laughed. Your laughter with that guy was wider and happier than any of the ones you gave him nine years ago. That smile you had seemed so genuine, and he knew that the times you grinned at him were fake and full of fear. 

Normally, he would be elated at the idea of someone being terrified of him, but you—what he have for you—were nowhere near normal.

If you asked him to have you be hired as a teacher here, he would even give you double the salary of the principal. If you asked him to quit his vices, he would stop even with the risk of relapsing. If you asked him to take his studies seriously again, just like he used to do in his childhood, he would. If you asked him to push those kids who latched at him everyday from a height, he would do it in a heartbeat. 

With a price, of course. With the price being you, obviously. Nothing in this day and age is free. 

You changed, and so did he.

Not too much change on his end, though. After all, if you were the payment, he would never hesitate to do it. 

"Miss," he mumbled. 

He moved closer with the swivel chair and rested his temple against the cubicle divider, watching your evidently tired eyes flicker as you slept peacefully. He took your left hand and put it close to his mouth. He planted soft kissed onto your scars, admiring the way they persistently marked you even when the years have went by.

Similar to those scars, you could never get rid of him. 

"Miss."

He could kill you right here and right now without any difficulty, and no one would even rat him out.

"You made the wrong choice of continuing to teach here." 

And he does not forgive mistakes, no matter how small.

next chapter.

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author's note.

Again, I apologize for the mistakes, especially when it comes to the teacher stuff. I'm not a teacher, and the program I'm studying is not Education.

Thank you for the support!

[paesagex]

Kpop Demon Hunters: when a great movie fails at the last moment

SPOILER ALERT under the cut

Let me start with this, artistically speaking this movie was incredible, and up until the ending I thought it was doing something really cool.

While it was going on I was imagining how touching it must have been for people going through challenging times right now, literally fighting their demons. The story was offering an awakening through music and art, and that was amazing.

Until…

Until Jinu died. As did his friends.

And the girls kept slaughtering demons until the very end.

Of course demons that we were not given a reason to care about, even though us viewers and the Huntrix at this point all know that… demons are people. Sometimes, even innocent people, who just fell prey to their insecurities.

The whole point was that… we are our own demons. And from the start of the movie, the message that was being built was that the only way to truly fight them is self acceptance and understanding.

Wasn’t the whole deal with the new Honmoon barrier to start a new era? One where the Hunters would have done things differently?

Even Zoey and Mira themselves, heroes, almost got possessed by Gwi-Ma. This proves them no better than the demons they killed. And kept killing.

The only difference between them is that in their case nobody saved them.

However, the Huntrix failed at understanding that they’re the same as all the demons, and failed at changing things for real.

Not only that, but the final resolution that allows for the end of our Heroes’ journey is partially incomplete.

It handled perfectly Rumi’s arc, gave her the courage to face who she really is and open up to the world. To those living a similar situation as her, she can be a great role model now.

There are many in the world who never did anything wrong and suffer from discrimination for no reason. Who grow demons inside their heads that they don’t deserve. And all of them need a Rumi to give them hope.

But…. what about the people who made mistakes? What about people who are more like Jinu? Those who broke down in a situation of difficulty? Who couldn’t be an unbreakable pop star?

What do they get?

Let me be clear. Of course Rumi and Jinu were not on the same level. Jinu was a coward and caused his family’s likely death because of his own greediness.

However, I don’t think death was a proper conclusion for his arc.

When a real person makes a horrible mistake, they don’t get a great sacrifice to redeem themselves. Most of the time, they can just go on and keep going with that weight in their chest, and the only thing they can do when the mistake is unresolvable is trying to be a better person next time.

This story was trying to tell us something about accepting yourself and opening up to others.

But such a message can’t exclude finding a resolution through guilt, even if deserved.

Exactly because our own nature is unchangeable and we must accept ourselves as we are, we must accept that we’re imperfect creatures. We’re not always strong, we can’t always live up to our ideals.

Moments of failure, even with hurtful consequences, are inevitable.

For everyone.

Pretending this isn’t a part of accepting yourself is not an option, and killing off Jinu despite the fact he showed he was ready to take responsibility for his mistake and grow is doing exactly that.

It’s as if a story about facing the fear of death ended with the finding of eternal life.

That’s not something that has ever been written because that is not a viable solution to people who fear death. The only thing as humans that we can do is accept it.

If a story finished with eternal life and considered it a happy ending, the reader would be left with nothing.

This is why the Huntrix couldn’t just kill Gwi-Ma, because humans will always have to fight with their inner demons.

But I feel like the “correct” ending would have been for the Honmoon to be gone, not restored. And for the boys and the girls to cooperate into helping other demons heal.

Healing by either accepting things about themselves that are unchangeable, or something they did that can be never forgiven, or even both, and grow up from it to be better.

I guess since the Honmoon didn’t turn gold that at least the demons aren’t completely locked out, so maybe this isn’t the end, but as for now…

The way it ended only offers forgiveness and growth from the inner voices that are “easier” to fight. Those that exist only in your head. But what about when the consequences of our actions are what haunts us, uh?

What do we do then? We die?

What a let down.

[girl-singing-in-the-wreckage]

Rambling about my interpretation of William Afton (again):

I know a lot of people characterize him as an extremely intelligent, naturally gifted man in terms of robotics.

Well, no. He isn’t either of those things.

William Afton is a talentless, theatrical sadistic loser who leeches skills off of people. When he wrings them for everything they can teach, he throws them to the side. The people around him (friends, children, etc) are simply ego boosts till he’s done with them.

He’s jealous of people who actually have talent and skill in things he wants to do, but he isn’t good at them. So, he leeches off of them.

In my interpretation of William Afton, he just reeks of a man who came from a wealthy (albeit very awful) background. The Silver Eyes described him as a man who’d spent a period of his life kicked around and beaten down, and rather than grow from that and be a good person, he took on the mantle of sadism himself.

William enjoys inflicting pain and suffering on the people around him. This is a huge part of who he is as a person. There is no heartbreaking loss that he suffered that made him a villain, he is a villain because he enjoys causing pain.

Perhaps he earned an inheritance at a young age, and wanted to open a business. Somewhere along the line, he met Henry — a withdrawn, socially anxious, easily manipulated engineer. William (as we know) does not value true connections with people. He sees them more as stepping stools or servants to snap his fingers at and order to do his bidding.

When he sees Henry’s talent, he doesn’t admire Henry for it. He’s disgustingly jealous, so much so it almost comes off as a deep love — kinda like when people make hate accounts for celebrities.

He wants what Henry has, so he learns off of him till he’s absorbed enough knowledge to open Circus Baby’s and start up Afton Robotics at the same time Frebear’s and Freddy’s are opened (1983).

William doesn’t need Henry anymore, he’s learned off of him enough. Now he needs to be the number one roboticist around. It’s time to take Henry down by dismantling him from the inside out:

killing Henry’s only family member; his daughter.

I’m inclined to believe that since Edwin Murray in the games is Henry from TSE brought to life, Henry in the games has Edwin in the books’ life.(wife dead in childbirth, leaving him alone with their child.)

Losing the only other family Henry has left, William knows, will drive him away. Henry disappears — nobody knows if he’s dead or not.

With Henry out of the way, William can prosper.

[transformers-spike]

omg followup to the chin baby:

human babies will scratch and bite, robo babies pinch, sentinel's chin baby DIGS INTO YOUR RIBS

just lovingly breastfeeding while trying to ignore the bigass chin digging right into your ribs. she nuzzles closer and you swear you hear the bone grinding. she does the rooting head flail but it's just chin punches over and over. if you have big tits you're lucky, it keeps her outta rib range you just gotta suffer boob punches. small tits? farewell kind soul. you're gonna be so bruised you get asked if you're safe by the medics.

the egg came from me missing the human tag lol, in mech x mech eggs are pretty popular (either regular crack the shell type or bitty transforms from an egg to a baby type). so just holding your little fresh born bitty egg and you go to kiss her and BAM broken nose cause she was so excited to see you she went slamming open chin first!

anyways sentinel better mech up and learn about formula and bottles cause nobody wants chin punches at night. nope. that's all him. get extra wipes for the giant dribbly chin and don't! prop! the! bottle! on her chin! hold it! 😂

iwefheuiiuefwui I fucking love bigass-chin-baby - like omg look at her, assigned butch at birth and making it everyone's problem (especially her carrier's)

I'm dying at the idea of everyone else being extremely worried for you, like they all have mixed feelings on Sentinel, but him being abusive is just a horrible possibility. But nah, it's the fucking baby. She's out here breaking your nose whenever you greet her. You gotta wear a nose and mouth guard (and probably some padding for your poor ribs)

Sentinel also has problems with her, but it hurts a lot less because he's a giant ass bot and this is his weird jellybean. She is chin-butting him on a daily basis

Bro I'm actually wondering how bottle-feeding would actually work - I assume it involves expressed breast milk because regular infant formula (and even energon) don't work on the hybrid baby. Idk man, I guess you need to milk yourself

I'm losing it at Sentinel propping the bottle on her chin - like he thinks it's a "work smarter, not harder" situation but there's at least a 90% chance his wiggly baby will drop it at some point (and get the milk all over herself)

Anyway I didn't think Sentinel bottle-feeding his sparkling would bring me to tears, yet here I am

I think she'll grow up to be a punk butch (and probably had an emo phase as a teenager - just a family photo with her being almost her her sire's height while Sentinel holds her carrier in one servo - everyone's smiling but her)

[arsonlookers]

A new life ♡

Part 2 ( In another life you are mine ) warning: slight suggestive, yandere behavior (at first), possessive, mentioned of killing (at first).

After returning a Year before your death, he has done plenty of things just for your survival, honey~.

Such as tracking that bastard who caused your death and killed him of course you will never know that. It's best not to know that at all, sweetheart~.

Since then, he has lived his second life with you and even takes breaks and uses his extended vacations to spend time with you.

His previous works? Don't worry he finished it even though his future works and projects are also already dealt with. He uses his knowledge and experience from his last lifetime to spend more time with you, to spend more time in his lovely home with his lovely wife~.

Even his co-workers were shocked by his sudden change. He hadn't even been seen in the casino recently since they thought he took his vacation to gamble, but no. He's not even been there for like a week now.

He was just laying in his bed every morning beside you, admiring you, remembering himself who he would spend his mornings forever with. YOU of course. He knows everything, he will do anything to spend more time with you, give gifts, cook for you morning till night, go shopping with you, ah~ have intimate sessions 7 till 3 in the morning~ why would he miss it? He doesn't even want to miss it.

What is the most effective way to claim you than making you his:)

He means it every second, every minute, every hour, seven days a week ~ since the day he had you in his arms again, he has been doing it nonstop just because why can't he? How can he keep his sanity sane after all this time and after everything? Of course, he'll take his chance, he'll take care of you,~ of course,~ no protection, honey~

He suffered so much already, living a life without you? That was hell. He was already living in hell once. He doesn't want to go through that once more. You're his only his, what's there to not do~ Body, soul, everything you are is his only HIS.

"Good morning dear" as he kisses your forehead and cares your hair slowly

"morning" your voice roughed and quiet

He chuckled hearing you like this, he loved hearing how much you are so messed just like a remembrance of last night's roughness~

slowly as he drags his kisses from your forehead down to your eyes and down to your cheeks and he teases you by kissing your lips and biting your lower lips

"mmMM~ vasha...." he smirked hearing your calling, it only turned him on by this, so he did more by kissing you deeper and asking for opening as he bite and nibbled on your lower lips eyes hungry for you.

The only thing you could do is give him more access to you and lean more against him.

He changed wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you deeper as he changed position and turned you around now topping you.

"Dont mind another round baby~" ~And you know the rest~

Fucked and Drunk of him, only him~ in your fcked up mind, isn't that what you also wanted~? How you also just want his attention to you, and only you~ He will take what's his this time, he will let the world know you're his, he will do anything to stop that fking fate. To make sure to mark you so good nobody would try to even think about you nor do you think about any man at all~.

Then a miracle happened so different from his last life, his little miracle.

It has been going on every day, you feel sick and you are constantly vomiting. You don't know if it's because you have eaten something bad or .... you just aren't feeling well... right?

You vomited again, Aventurine was just behind you holding your hair up. In his free hand, he rubbed your back and kept reassuring you as you vomited again.

"Should we go to check up now, honey? I am worried about you" he said as he wiped your mouth from the vomit.

"kakavasha....do you think...it's what I think?" as you hold his hand shaking a little as a little smile graces your lips excited about the possibility.

He smiled at you as he hugged and held you dearly "If it is. You're making me the happiest man alive" Tears flow in his eyes thinking about the possibility of you bearing his child brings so much joy and fear in him.

The two of you embraced each other, aventurine couldn't stop his tears from falling as he kept mumbling how happy and thankful he was"Thank you....thank you..." As he embraced you, you could feel how he was a little shaken.

He doesn't know if it's from pure happiness or just... fear about this new life that's going to change his life.

You have known about his past long ago, he has told you about it since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. You know how this news brings him joy yet also pain and strike fear in him, Aventurine your dear husband loves you dearly, even at the times he was busy and cold you understood him and how dangerous his job is.

Other than the mask and personality as flamboyant as he seemed, you know that within him he is afraid about it, anxious even.

And your assumption is true, Aventurine is anxious about this he know he loves you and your soon-to-be baby though he's afraid that he...could be a good dad for them...A good father who will love them just like how his sister loves him. He doubts if he could truly do this...

You noticed it and comforted him through it telling him how he will be a good dad for them, how adorable and protective he will be.

"dear, you gonna be fine I promise...you promised to be with me all the time yeah?" as you rubbed his back

he nodded as he leaned more against you and hugged you tighter "I promise" You chuckled and cared for his hair "See, I believe in you...so please..believe in me too okay?"

".... baby..." he whispered slowly "I..promise I'll be a good husband too... I promise, baby." he said as he buried his face in your shoulder and hugged you tightly

The very next day the two of you visit the clinic together. He is more nervous than you are, just by waiting outside his hands can't stop playing with the token he always has.

As you held his hand all you could do was chuckle at his behavior. on your other hand, you cares his thigh calmly dragging your finger slowly up and down.

"You're more nervous than me dear, calm down it's not good for our baby~" as I teased him

After just talking with him about things to take his mind off whatever he was thinking the nurse called for us to come in

after some procedures and tests waiting

"Congratulations! You've been pregnant for about 7 weeks now" The doctor smiled and congratulated us happily.

As we exited the hospital and arrived at our apartment the first thing Aventurine did was hug you tightly as he sobbed quietly on your shoulder. All you can do is wrap your arms around him and pat his back gently as you reassure him and thank him for everything. For this little miracle, he has given to you.

The next thing you know you're already on the bed with his arms wrapped around you.

"Thank you" he said so quietly with his voice shaking and cracking that you nearly missed it.

"No... Thank you, Kakavasha" as you tighten your hold on his hand and look at him full of affection "I never feel loved more than anybody before ...and you know that as much as I do...so thank you for ...giving me the chance to...love you...to ...love our little miracle ..." as tears falls on your eyes.

Kakavasha knows your story, he knows how hard and how lonely you were before. He did start to be with you because he sees himself in you but seeing where the two of you are now, together, brings more joy than ever, and now a little bundle of joy will be part of your little happiness.

He held you tightly against him he said quietly "No...please...thank you...i..I dont know what to do without you...I...dear...my lovely angel...Thank you for giving me the chance to love you so so much... " Tears falls on his puffy eyes again "I... I promise...I'm gonna be a good husband...a good father....I'll give you everything...anything...so please.. please dear let me love you don't leave me"

The two of you both cried that night and slept in each other's arms not caring about the world, about anyone...just the two of you, just you and him.

That same night aventurine promised to himself yet again how he would love you, make you the happiest woman alive, spoil you more and more, make you his, love you and your little princess or prince with all his heart, and protect you more than anyone. even if it means his life.

Over the 9 months of pregnancy, Aventurine was the most overbearing, overprotective, over-anxious, and over just over everything when it comes to you.

Craving something weird? Done! He Bought a lot of it, in one swipe of his black card:).

Moody, clingy, angry, happy? Don't worry he handles you so well he's like over it a hundred times, and food is always ready~

Tired of walking? Don't worry, you don't even need to do anything at all. Dishes? he did that! Laundry? Finished already! cooking? Nope, he already has everything you need and wan't to eat! You can rest all day on the bed and even he massages your hands and feet all the time, after all, he is just one call away~!

Can't reach anything under or can't tie your shoe? No worries~ you do not need to he will bend his knees only for you~

Always wants to go to the restroom? He already has a lot of patience, toilet paper, wet wipes, candy, and water in one bag everywhere anywhere!

Back pain? Always ready to massage you with chair at his hand when the two of you go out

You are aventurine's princess and Queen , and you shall be treated as one all the way before, during, and absolutely after pregnancy~

Between the two of you, Aventurine is the most excited and nervous wreck about the coming of the baby; everything is already taken care of, you know. The nursery is already prepared, and he was the one who took care of every essential the baby needed. Toys, diapers, T-shirts, pajamas, milk, baby food, EVERYTHING is already taken care of by Aventurine, even before knowing the gender of the baby, he is already shopping every time he goes out. Every single detail of the nursery he hand-picked everything, and of course, you also got to have your opinion on everything he did, he loves you too much to leave you out of this special moment.

Don't worry Aventurine is always by your side every time, 24/7 when possible, at every check-up, every craving, every moody swing, every little thing, Kakavasha is always been by your side not even a single part of something in your life he has been missing throughout your pregnancy.

It was during your usual morning as you wake up and want to eat something so you sit up and drag your body downstairs calling out to him

"VAshaaaa" you called out in your needy voice

as you reached the kitchen you could already smell something heavenly. As Aventurine helps you sit down there the water suddenly breaks and Aventurine panics a little

"omg!! Oh my god!! DEAR! " he holds your other hand and looks at you in a panic face and voice. He calms himself down and immediately hold you runs towards the car and drive to the hospital.

As he was waiting for you outside the delivery room he was anxious, shaking, sweating while waiting it feels like forever waiting outside.

After the delivery, the doctors let him in to see you and his born child. The moment he enters the delivery room and hears the cries of his born child laying on top of your exhausted body holding her so gently he comes close to you and holds your hand as he touches the baby with his shaking nervous hand.

"dear..." his voice shaking and teary eyes only focused on your child

As you urge him to hold the child, all he can do is be careful with her as he unsurely holds the child against his chest onto his arms and carefully holds her like some fragile glass.

"she...she's so..small" he can't stop looking at her and tears falling in his eyes.

Aventurine smiles softly at you as tears fall on his cheeks.

That is the last view you see before you close your tired eyes to get some rest after.

After the discharge and the two of you going home with the little one in your arms, he can't tear his eyes away from his sleepy little angel in your arms.

"She likes sleeping just like you, dear" he muttered

You heard him mutter and chuckle at his comment.

"Though she has your lovely eyes, vasha" As you gently touch the baby's cheeks

The baby stirred in her sleep and opened her little eyes and starts crying as you comforted her and tried to coax her, it's at this moment, Kakavasha knows, again fell in love with you.

4 years later...

"Daddy!" A little girl ran to him as he took him to the ground

Aventurine can only chuckle as he kisses his little angel non-stop.

she chuckles "daddy! daddy! stoppp! we we gotta surprise mommy!!" with her little hands she tries to stop her daddy from kissing her cheek

"Right, right my little angel is so right" he kissed her one last time pulled her into his arms, and carried her as he walked inside their home.

"Well, mommy surely will be happy" he put her down on the couch as he prepared for the surprise for you and his anniversary...

"Wait for us here with grandma okay, little angel?" he leaned in close to his daugther "I'll go pick mommy up from work. can you give daddy a goodluck kiss, little angel?" as he leaned his cheek close and point his finger gently against his cheek.

She leaned in and kiss him three times in the cheek for good luck "mwah! Okay daddy!" As she giggled sweetly infront of him.

As you get out from your work he is already waiting outside for you with a bouquet at hand.

People whisper about a handsome-looking man waiting for someone to reach your ears and you already know in one glance who this rich-looking handsome man is.

"Hi baby" as you slowly walk towards him

"Hi dear, how is my favorite princess? " as he handed you flowers and kissed you on the lips.

"Is there something special today, Aven?" you whisper not knowing what day is today.

"It's our 9th dating anniversary" he whispered back as he chuckled to himself, clearly knowing you had forgotten thanks to your very busy schedule

With your shocked expression, you look at him with wide eyes and teary "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry baby, I forgot" You hugged Aventurine and pulled him for a kiss

"hmmm, since you hurt my feelings by forgetting ~ you have to pay~" he dramatically says with his charming teasing smile

you could only tiredly chuckle, and nod "so, what do you have in mind, Aventurine?"

He smirked at your suggestion as he leaned in, trapping you against the car and starting to attack you with kisses.

This startled you, you can only accept our fate in his lips.

Passersby looking at this display can only be embarrassed by passing by and pretending they don't see the two of you. Some are staring, some are saying 'lovebirds'.

A few minutes later, before he stops, he kisses your lips and stops the attack.

"That's your punishment~" he leaned in close and hugged you.

You chuckled by his display and hugs him back.

He opens the car door for you, as you enter and close the door you notice a box in front of your seat.

"What is this, aven?" you curiously asked him as he get seating on the driver's seat.

"open it" he teasingly smile.

As you opened the box there lays a beautiful necklace, it's not that extravagant just a simple silver pendant necklace with a simple stone on the front that matched the color of his eyes

"This is...this is so beautiful, kakavasha" you smiled

"Open it" he said

as you open the pendant, reveals a family picture of you, him, and your little angel in the middle. The next thing you know you start crying and keep looking at the necklace.

"Thank you Vasha" you whispered.

He starts the car and drives into places you both have visited in the past, each place holds memories of your long-term relationship with the man.

At the end of the day, you have arrived at your very last destination.

Home.

He opens the door for you and beholds your child with flower bouquets in her cute little hands. Looking at her you bend down and kiss her cheeks.

"Such a cute little Angel!" peppering her cheeks with your kisses, she only giggles and hugs you back.

She held your finger and led you to the backyard, where everything was prepared. A table for two, flowers, candles, everything you like in front of you as you turned around to see Aventurine who wears a new pair of suites now.

"surprise~" he says as he leans close and kisses you on the lips

you can only chuckle and kiss him back. "You already surprise me a lot... Thank you so much, darling."

Your little angel was picked up by your mother for the night. So it's just you and Aveturine in the backyard garden he prepared for you.

"So~ how did you prepare this? You sneaky huh~" As we ate and toasted our glasses.

"I...may have gotten some helping hands that is all~"

After eating, he holds your hand and leads you to the center as he plays your music and starts leading you to sway in a slow dance.

You slid both your hands against his chest then up to his shoulder and then locked around behind his neck, both his hands wrapped around your waist sometimes sliding down to your hips.

Both of you embraced each other in silence, not daring to talk in this peaceful silence. He looks you in the eyes and yours in his. His calm yet small smile on his lips, leaning in and kissing your lips gently, not in a rush, not in pressure just soft and gentle.

"Thank you" You break the kiss and whisper against his lips.

"I..should be the one thanking you..." he whispered back.

"Thank you for coming into my life... for a second chance... Thank you for giving me a sweet sweet angel... thank you for being such a good mom...thank you...thank you so much for coming back into my arms" he kisses you again and breaks a little while later as he whispers with a tinge of sadness in his voice "I don't even want to wake up if this is a dream or... in hell."

Chuckle by his confession "hell? If this is hell then I will always gladly follow you. I love you from heaven to hell, always remember that" as you lead and kiss him again with a little passion.

Feeling your passionate kiss he wrapped his hand tightly around your waist and his other hands behind your head as he kissed you deeply.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him devour your lips as he bit and explored your mouth against his.

He breaks the kiss as he leans his forehead against yours and looks you in the eye as his unsteady breaths and yours fog between you on this cold night.

He whispered so gently "I love you, forevermore, in our next lives and next"

"You're so cheezy today" You chuckled as you kept eye contact "I love you too, even in our next" you whispered back.

He kisses you again and again until he breaks it and makes space between your closeness. He looks you in the eye moves his right hand and touches your cheek as he tugs back a loose strand of your hair.

"Then may I have the pleasure to... become officially yours?" he says with a smile.

You can see in his eyes the feelings he has for you. The light reflects its softness against his skin and eyes. As you look in his magenta eyes shine bright, so full of life... so unlike from when you first met him.

You can only nod afraid your voice will break if you say anything now.

Kakavasha then lets go of your waist and takes two steps back as he kneels on one knee, pulls a small box out of his pocket, and reveals a customized ring with a simple yet elegant design.

"Will... You marry me, [name]? "

You looked down at him and giggled as tears slipped down your cheeks. "Yes, of course, only you dear."  

He slipped the ring on your finger and kissed the back of your hand. Then kiss your fingers one by one, kiss the ring he just slid into your beautiful finger.

"Mine, you're now officially mine"

He stood tall in front of you leaned in close and kissed your lips.

That special night spent with him feels so different from other nights you spent, not rushed, not possessive. Just your gentle fiance holding you, making you his as you make him yours.

Two lonely souls one from the past reminding him that this is real, that you are real. And a present soul he once lost. The soul he yearns for is now in his arms again.

'This is not a dream... Thank goodness...' As Aventurine thinks in the middle of the night looking at your exhausted yet satisfied face asleep in his arms. Holding your hand in his, feeling the ring he has been keeping for you. The ring that is only meant on your finger. The same ring he was planning to give to you in his last life...

'... You are now where you rightfully belong.' He pulls your hand to his lips and kisses it.

As he peacefully sleeps knowing he has you in his arms this time and forever with his little miracle.

That night, his usual dreams of seeing you in his arms as you take your last breath, on your deathbed, have changed into a vivid dream of you and his little angel side by side wearing the most beautiful white dress and a cute flower dress for his little angel surrounded by flowers and butterflies.

Calling and waving to him.

He can only smile sweetly as he runs towards the two of you.

[makingspiritualityreal]

Dhanishta Nakshatra and the Woman’s Social Right for Sexual Power

You were a human being demanding your right. And more than that, you were a woman demanding her right. Do you think if two men would've walked down a train looking for women, do you think anybody would have raised an eyebrow? Or if a man had led the life you had? When a man leaves his children because of desire, we accept it with a shrug, but you as a woman, you had to take on a... A guilt, a burden of guilt that could never be alleviated. And all in all, all the blame and guilt that piled up over the years became too much for you, you reacted aggressively... almost like a man I have to say... And you fought back. You fought back against the gender that had been oppressing and mutilating and killing you and billions of women.

Dhanishta Nakshatra has previously been explored by Vedic Astrology creators in the context of its propensity for fame, ability to attract crowds, navigate socially and control one’s image for the sake of attention, for either gender. But I have yet to see an exploration that focuses on Dhanishta’s more controversial aspect in women, and that is them suffering social judgment for openly expressing their libido and worshipping their bodies publicly without shame, and their constant internal fight for maintaining strength, integrity and belief in one’s rights and freedom despite the external attacks they endure.

Dhanishta women, due to the Nakshatra being placed in the collective part of the zodiac, have a fantastic social awareness, and a natural, rhythmic talent for social navigation. But with that awareness comes sensitivity and a clash between personal desires and public opinion. You don’t need to be famous to experience this as a Dhanishta woman, as it is a karmic theme of this Nakshatra, and Mars rulership calls for fighting back against injustice on a social level for personal causes.

Dhanishta women demand something that is still done very badly in our society, and that is, being given rights for professional success and open sexual exploration on equal grounds to men. Notice, that it doesn’t force a woman to do certain things, if a woman chooses to be a homemaker of her own desire she will be one, but simply opens a window for her to express herself and pursue things should she choose to do so. Because of their desire for freedom and conquest, Dhanishta women tend to not do well in long term relationships and prefer having a string of affairs instead, sometimes dealing with many partners simultaneously.

In fact, when I was researching Nymphomaniac by Lars von Trier, where we have two main actresses, Charlotte Gainsbourg and Stacy Martin, their only common chart quality were prominent Dhanishta placements, Dhanishta Lagna with Mars and Rahu in the 1st for Charlotte Gainsbourg, and Mars loosely conjunct Venus conjunct Rahu in Dhanishta for Stacy Martin (birth time unknown). The whole movie is a 6 hour story of a woman that has many partners throughout her whole life, even at the expense of her personal relationships, and takes men for her own pleasure, the way women are traditionally treated. For doing all the above, she experiences shame and hypocrisy in her family, motherhood and workplace.

The other gifs include a Dhanishta Moon actress from Sex and the City, her character being known for her non-commital nature and preference for constantly having new sexual partners and her statements about female power, and being a successful public relations firm owner. She is not afraid to be controversial even when coming in contact with very traditional cultures, like during her visit in a Middle Eastern country, which actually gets her in trouble with the law.

So why do Dhanishta women experience such shame for their sexual nature, compared to other Nakshatras?

1. Intense desires, and following them unapologetically. Dhanishta women tend to have a high, wide reaching sex drive (and so do strongly Mars women in general although that can differ from chart to chart), they go after many partners and don’t like to stay celibate or committed to one person.

2. Being widely known and noticed in their circle. Even with their sensual desires, if Dhanishta women were more private people, they might get less talked about. But they have a strong, flamboyant style, they prance around like predator looking for prey, and by being more visible, they get more comments about them, for better or for worse, and attract jealousy and pettiness.

3. Breaking societal cliches. Dhanishta Women’s behavior of aggression, pride, freedom and empowerment are traits historically and traditionally associated with men, at least in our recent social memory. Dhanishta women frown upon these kind of social rules and seek to actively change them, and thus they become the target for criticism of men who want women to stay down, and people who are afraid of new ideas, namely jealous women.

Sometimes, a very sad side effect with this Nakshatra is the internalized feeling of experiencing external shame manifesting in these women hating their own gender, their own bodies and directing anger towards themselves, feeling self hate and guilt for other people’s reactions, not realizing their sexual partners have an equal amount of accountability and they could have refused them if they wanted to. Realization of collective gaslighting and hypocrisy that Dhanishta women experience is one of the main challenges of this Nakshatra, which sets them free and allows them to fight back openly and place blame where it is due.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Joshua Washington (2/?)

WC: 4.5k

“Hey, R, you dead in there or something?” 

Josh’s muffle voice from beyond the door alerted the woman out of her slumber. She let out a gasp and flailed momentarily, which seemingly caused the man to panic and slam the door open. A wave of cold washed over her and she screams for the man to get out as she covered her body.

He is stuck in place for a moment before his face reddened and he dipped out to the bedroom and shut the door. “Fuck, I’m sorry, R! It’s just been, uh, like  two fucking hours…! I was worried!”

R calmed herself and stepped out of the tub to wrap a towel around. The water ha became somewhat cold and the stark difference as she pulled on her pajamas was alarming. Had she slept for that long?

“It’s okay, Josh,” she called in return. “Sorry - I had fallen asleep. I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, sure thing.” 

Beyond the door, she heard the slight tremble in his voice - despite his act, R recognized that even after two years, he still held intense paranoia. Her heart ached at the thought that he was now suffering in silence.

After freshening up, she stepped out of the bedroom. Josh had packed on an extra layer and his eyes held a firm anxiety. R sent a small smile his way as he hovered in the doorway with a beer in his hand.

“Ben sobered up and went to get something from the car a bit ago, so I guess I was bored, ya know? Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve sen my favorite gal.”

Every word that slipped off his tongue held a sense of fabrication that R could not quite identify. So, instead, she pulled on a sweater and nodded. “Sure. If nobody else is here yet, I guess I’ll do you the honor of keeping you company, Joshie.”

He perked up instantly, installed with a confidence. A grin that almost took her back to the past blossomed on his face and he was quick to grab R’s elbow and pull her out of the bedroom. As he progressively led her to the kitchen, R eased into his familiar touch; his fingers went from her arm to her waist to her lower back, firmly pulling her toward the island.

R sat at the island across from Josh as he slid an already opened beer toward her.  She quirked her eyebrow. “You’re giving me leftovers, Josh? Since when have you been budgeting the alcohol?”

Josh snickered as he leaned against the counter. “And since when have you been this wasteful? What’s wrong with a bit of Benjamin saliva, eh?”

“If you want his saliva so bad, why don’t you go make out with him?”

The man quirked a brow before sinking comfortably into the stool. He chuckled, but there was a lack of humor behind it. R gulped and reached forward and grabbed Josh’s hand before he could down the rest of his beer.

“Josh… you don’t really look like you’re holding up too well. Have you been doing okay?” R asked quietly, sensing the atmosphere shift.

The man almost flinched away from her hand. It trembled beneath her’s and betrayed the underlying fear and grief. The faux excitement faded from his eyes and his lips twitched. The air turned heavy with unspoken admittance.

Every time Josh stuttered out the start of a sentence, he breathed and restarted. R squeezed his had with reassurance and sent a small, pitiful smile his way. A minute of comfortable silence passed.

“I… I’m handling it better, R,” he answered with a softness that had been lacking until now. “I’ve come to terms with everything, really. I promise I’m trying - this all is just, uh, one last hurrah, I guess.”

R blinks before nodding slowly, accepting his explanation. “That makes me happy, Joshie. I hope you can find some peace from all this.”

His hand twitched by instinct as R pulled away and took a sip of the beer. Her nose shriveled in disgust as a bitter taste and she let the liquid fall back into the container. She release a strained cough before pushing the drink away. Josh grinned.

“The hell did you add to this?” R grumbled, the aftertaste sticking to her tongue.

“Oh, just some apple cider vinegar,” he quipped. “‘Was hoping to get a rise out of you. Here’s a real beer.”

The man slid an unopened can to which R sent him a glare before accepting it. She was quick to down the beverage to replace the traumatizing poison. Josh had a rather eager expression the entire time, but the atmosphere sunk into sincerity once more.

“R,” Josh mumbled, shoulders tensing with uncertainty. “Are you… happy? With him, I mean?”

The woman felt her chest clench with an unresolved guilt - that even if the official breakup and what led up to it had fallen on the back burner so that they could be friends in the years that followed, she had always worried Josh held it against her. After the breakup, both had silently decided none of it had ever happened; that everything they were was just casual. R had always walked that tightrope while believing that she was over exaggerating the impact of breakup.  And yet, two years later, after R had begun to heal, he acknowledged what they had been.

She gulped slowly and her mouth felt dry. Josh’s expression gave way for a remnant of how he once was; the trembling of his lips and that manic fright that led to the relationship’s demise.

“He is good for me, Josh,” R muttered, almost defensively, as her fingers paled around the cold beer can. “We’re very happy together. I hope…”

“Hope what?”

He tried to maintain an eased expression, but his voice cracked as he answered.

“”I just hope you can find happiness, too. I think we’ve always been better than friends, Josh, you know? I’ll always love you in a way, but life just doesn’t work out like that. You’ll always be a good friend. If anything… I’m happier this way only because it’s easier to keep a friend than a lover, if that makes any sense. You’ll always be a platonic soulmate.”

“…Yeah.” A moment later, he seemed to blink away hurt and sent a reassuring smile while rubbing the back of his neck. “No, yeah, sorry, uh… I didn’t mean to ask that for that reason or anything, R. No need to be all cheesy, haha. But… I’m happy for you. He seems like a genuine guy and all that shit.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two as they took quiet sips of beers while maintaining a gentle, grateful eye contact. R wanted to take his words as they were, even if she didn’t believe them entirely. She’d recognized those searing eyes. But even so, he seemed like he was on a path of healing.

Sometimes she wondered where they would be now if the accident had never happened.

“I have to say, though,” Josh suddenly spoke,” I wouldn’t replace those two years with you for the world. Obviously we’re friends and all, but… whoever ends up being who you walk down the aisle to will be the luckiest guy alive.”

R choked back a sudden heartbroken gasp. It wasn’t from residual romantic attraction for her, no: it was entirely guilt-based. If even the smallest decision had been changed back then, would Josh be happy again?

She didn’t get the option to reply as a boisterous group of bickering voices broke through beyond the front door. It was swung open by Mike and the group of five trailed in afterwards. For a moment, she was taken back to that night. None of them looked different. None of them had changed, except for who they were romantically involved with, apparently. Emily was with Matt, who looked like a lost and insecure puppy dog, holding several suitcases and bags. And Mike was with Jessica - and Jessica was the insecure one, noticing the glances that Mike and Emily exchanged. And then there was Sam, who’s eyes immediately fell on Josh. 

That woman wasn’t very hard and keeping her cards close to her chest. Guilt, pity, and attraction swarmed in her eyes and the eye contact her and Josh exchanged was reciprocated. Intensely. It made her heart sink, because Josh smiled, but his eyes did not crinkle with joy.

He clearly disliked the woman to some degree. But what had changed since their last encounter…?

“God, could that have been more inconvenient?” Jessica immediately scoffed, grabbing Mike’s arm.

“Hey, guys,” Matt greeted, waving awkwardly as he set heaved the suitcases into the living room.

 “Yo,” Mike agreed.

Emily was quick to scowl at her phone. The signal was always lost after the ride up the bench - but apparently, she’d expected that to change.

Josh is quick to hop off the bar stool and walk into the living room. R reluctantly trailed after him, already feeling the rush of emotions lads to rest resurface. And yet the man worst inflicted by the event was suddenly so boisterous, patting the two men’s backs and returning the greeting.

“Sorry for the repairs. Hell, I even had to break into the house since the celebration was a. Little last minute,” he chortled, attempting to set the tense atmosphere at ease.

R was suddenly struck by a thought. “Hey, uh, guys… you all didn’t run into anyone else on the way up, did you?”

Emily scoffed. “God, I wish. It was so-o-o annoying to have to carry my purse.”

“Um, no,” Sam agreed. “Why? Isn’t this all of us?”

Her brows furrowed and she felt Josh’s concerned gaze fall on her. She hardly noticed when their shoulders brush and he squeezed a hand on her shoulder. “You guys remember Ben, right? I invited him, too. He’s R’s boo,” he was quick to explain. “He went down to the car a bit ago. He forgot some stuff, I think.”

“Eh? You’re telling me you two still aren’t rubbing stomachs? I was convinced you guys wouldn’t survive a breakup,” Mike chuckled, only to receive an irritated jab from Jessica’s elbow.

R quickly stood up straight and leaned away from the man beside her. “N - no? But you guys seriously didn’t even see the car?”

“Sorry, R, there weren’t any other cars in the lot,” Matt suddenly answered. “Do you think he went into town or something?”

Her breath was suddenly stolen from her lungs. Had Ben left? Had this all been too much? It had been three hours since her bath - that meant he must have left for town in the last hour… but he had also been drinking and had no need to disappear like that. Her mind began to race. What did it all mean?

R could hardly think about that when Matt suddenly sized up Mike. “What, like you can talk. Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, man.”

Matt was concerned, flinching. “Excuse me?”

“Hey, what the fuck are you insinuating?” Jessica sneered.

A snarl curled against his lips and he gestured wildly. Emily even looked somewhat uncandor by the sudden confrontation. “I know what I saw. You were getting all handsy down at the ski lodge. Some ‘catch-up.’”

Mike suddenly bunched his fists and he became angry. “Hey, man, it’s not what you fucking think. We hadn’t talked in a while and I just wanted to put the bad blood behind us, you prick.”

“Seriously, Matt?” Emily interjected. “I have higher standards than that. Don’t be so insecure.”

Matt’s face fell and he shrunk away by instinct. All R could think about was how tight Emily’s leash on the man was. One tug, and he came zipping back to her side. But her phrasing had then upset Jessica in return.

“Seriously? You don’t have any standards, actually,” Jessica snapped, crossing her arms. “I bet you’re just fucking butthurt that Mike grew up and didn’t want some cheating whore like you.”

Before a screaming match could ensue as both women closed the distance between them, despite their frightened boyfriends holding them back, Josh intervened, waving his arms around wildly.

“Hey, hey, hey, guys, chill out! Why don’t you guys go settle down first before tearing each other apart, huh?” He held a playful, knowing tone that confused her to some degree. R was nothing short of angry that they were still as immature and self-absorbed as before, paying no mind to the deaths that haunted the lodge. “Listen, Mike, Jess, up the trail there’s the couples cabin. You guys can have that. Matt, Emily, Sam, you guys can stake out the rooms from upstairs, okay? We’re here to celebrate!”

R scowled and had to cascade her view of them to avoid sending a hateful glare. If being around these insufferable idiots was closure for Josh, though, she would endure it. But the fact that even after their actions had life-altering consequences and that instead of working through the nuances of grief. They were frozen in time and defaulted to cruelly deflecting the blame onto the others.

“Yeah, come on, Jess,” Mike grinned awkwardly. “We’ll be around in the evening…”

The other couple ventured upstairs while Matt eagerly dragged Emily’s luggage behind him. It was a weekend stay - so the fact that she required three bags and two suitcases was alarming. And Sam… vied for remaining with R and Josh, with only a backpack to spare.

“So, um…” Sam muttered, playing with her fingers,” What have you guys been up to?”

“Just drinking,” Josh answered comfortably, motioning to the table.

“Nice…! Mind if I join?”

R sensed that Sam was mostly speaking to Josh. She didn’t mind. Clearly, they had some sort ofd unraveling history, too. In R’s eyes, she was the least responsible for the prank and had always met the event with humility and grief. She did well in becoming genuine. So that led her to wondering why Josh’s eyes were so cold when Sam had been the one to step up as a main support system and take R’s place when she left him. They’d always seemed like friends.

She rubbed the back of her neck, thumb pointing toward the upstairs. “I think I want to dive into a book for a bit. I want to check up on Ben, too, if he doesn’t come back in the next hour, so I might as well rest now…”

Sam sent a polite smile and nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. I… I know we’ve never known each other that well, R, but I hope you’re happy. This trip must be a hassle for you, after all.”

Josh scoffed jokingly and messed up R’s hair briefly. “As if. She’s treating it like a resort vacation instead, huh?”

R chuckled and nodded before stepping away. With one last nod to the pair, she returned to her bedroom. She felt tempted to glance behind to see how the pair interacted. Josh had an intensity about him that Sam seemed to unlock. It held animosity, but what if it was him struggling with attraction for her?

They would make a nice pair.

R settled down in her bedroom. She thought that maybe Ben had left a note, but everything was essentially untouched. It confused her. Ben had never been one to be a drama queen or remotely uncommunicative. But R had dragged him along, and maybe that was the breaking point for how hidden his emotions were.

She was angry about it, but that felt unwarranted. She’d been dating him for nearly a year now. There’s no way he’d up and abandon her, even if he didn’t want her anymore. He was simply too sweet of a man.

So, instead, he dived into a novel. It was hard to focus as the words painted across her eyes, as her minds was haywire and her ears filled with the unpleasant creaking from the bedroom next door. 

Apparently, Matt and Emily were a match made in hell if distrust and insecurity with one another turned them on.

It was only when she had to click on the lamp that she became dutifully aware of how dark it had become. The house was surprisingly silent. Last she had heard, Matt and Emily ran back to the car as well to run into town and the rest was history. When she checked her phone, it displayed that an hour had passed.

Ben still wasn’t back. So, she desired to satiate her curiosity and travel out to where she could find a signal after she checked up on Josh.

She slowly exited the bedroom. The downstairs was silent until she made it to the last step. R suddenly froze, picking up on hushed yet intense conversation between Sam and Josh. The downstairs was dimly lit, but R saw how the two figures’ shadows stretched across, hovering closely. 

Sam tried to close that distance while Josh held his arms up and placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping the woman at a distance.R could only infer from body language, but the hushes grew louder.

“It’s been two whole, years, Josh! Is that… is that seriously not enough to prove I like you?”

An audible scoff escaped his lips. “It wouldn’t matter ifs you did, Sam. I mean, uh, aren’t you just glad I even invited you? It’s because I’m trying to fucking forgive you.”

“Do you seriously hate me that much?” The woman’s voice cracked. “I know I never went about it all well, especially since you were in a relationship at the time, but… I still want to be with you, Josh.”

R suddenly felt a whelming crack in her heart. Has Sam tried something…?

“Hey, man, that’s not even why I was upset, you know? Especially since my sisters fucking died that night. It’s the fact that you fucking put moves on me and then, what, complied with hurting my family? And then waited like a fucking vulture for my relationship to end? You’re fucking creepy, Sam. Seriously.”

Oh. Well, that answered her question.

“I fucking know, Joshie! And I regret it every day, okay? I’m sorry I acted like that, but I’ve healed. And I still feel this way about you. So why haven’t you? Why are you still all over her, huh?”

A brief silence fell between them. The shadows suddenly grew in distance and Josh had turned away, rubbing his forehead as he hunched. 

“…You’re seriously a bitch, you know that, Sam? My name’s Joshua. You don’t get to call me fucking Joshie, yeah? You don’t even understand… it’s not just about R, you know? It’s the principal of it. And, like, R’s still my best friend.  I’m not stupid. Just piss off. I’m serious. Feel free to fucking dip. I regret inviting you. Get the fuck out the second it’s, uh, morning.”

R gulped down a sudden fury. Sure, her and Josh were no longer together, but… it hurt to know that Josh was fighting a separate battle that he’d never told her. No wonder he had been extra fucked up that night - glued to her hip, hardly leaving an inch between them as he drank himself stupid.

“Joshie, please…”

Sam was quick to follow after the man as he disappeared down the smaller hallway. The door to the basement opened and shut, although it seemed that the man wasn’t entirely fighting against the woman following her. R clutched at her chest as her breaths accelerated. To stop the intense feelings that flurried together, she stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed an entire bottle of wine.

She didn’t even bother grabbing a glass. R downed the entire thing. But before she could even think to drink, R recognized how groggy she felt. Was it the emotional turmoil that was giving her this headache?

R eyed the abandoned beer can that had once been Ben’s. She chuckled to herself at how, even in such a tensely anguished atmosphere, Josh had still decided to joke around and lighten the mood: even if he was the victim.

The wine slid down her lungs. She slumped against the counter. She wanted to seek out a signal to call Ben before it got too dark, but it suddenly didn’t feel like that was in the car. Ben was a separate issue. And all of this… was a situation of its own.

A hand suddenly clasped on her shoulder. A gasp escaped her and the hand was quick to withdraw. Behind her was Josh. She wasn’t sure when he would have approached and when Sam had stopped following him, but there was something comforting about his amused grin.

“Hey, man, what happened to you?” His grin slowly faded as he noticed her red eyes and foul, sunken expression. He was quick to frown and rub her shoulder. “Hey, seriously, what happened?”

R furrowed her brows and suddenly scoffed. “I - I don’t really know, actually. Um, where’s Sam?”

She went to wipe her eyes and turn back toward the counter, but Josh spun the stool to face him and a hand reached out to her eyes. Her mouth was agape and her heart thudded deeply in her chest as his thumb gently swiped under her eye.

Josh frowned and stepped back, arms falling to his side. “I never told you because… well, uh, I guess because there were bigger fish to fry. I didn’t want to add other problems.”

“You… knew I heard that?”

Josh gave her a lopsided smile. “I mean, the lodge is pretty old. It was kind of impossible not to.”

“So Sam knew, too?”

“Yeah. I just… I’m sorry I invited her, R. And I’m sorry I never told you.”

R’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Her hands clutched at her knees as she hunched over. “No, I’m sorry for eavesdropping. I don’t know why I got so butthurt, honestly. It’s not like knowing changes anything. It’s not even really my business.”

Josh suddenly reached around and took a swing from the wine bottle too. A misty sadness flashed in his eyes and R simply watched as he downed nearly a thirds of the bottle in that instant. She almost reached out to stop him, but that would be rathe hypocritical.

A minute passed in silence before Josh broke it. “I’m sorry for… all this. I guess it really wasn’t a good idea, huh?”

The woman shook her head. “No, Joshie, I know what you were thinking. I hope it can still turn around… But…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive them - or myself. Ever.”

A frown twisted on his expression and he suddenly grabbed her shoulders. R was caught off guard and met his eyes. There was an intense, angry darkness that swirled in his brown eyes. It felt familiar, even if that anger wasn’t directed at her.

“I hate that you blame yourself, R,” Josh sighed, voice low and husky. “You did everything you could. You always have. R… I don’t think I ever would have forgiven them if you died with Hannah and Beth. Because you would have. A splinter of wood never could have supported you and the weight of two other fucking adults. What would have saved them wasn’t just you. It would’ve been those fucking assholes taking accountability and running after them before they even found the cliff or - or going with you at the bare fucking… fuck!”

Josh’s grip on her shoulders were suddenly a death grip and R released a quiet, shuddered cry. She reached out to the man and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. His hands slid down to her hips, grasping at her as though she’d disappear the second he let go. His shoulders began to tremble and she felt his chest heave. Wet, sloppy tears slid down her neck as Josh burrowed his head into her neck. She felt his wet lips let out silent cries into her skin. 

R’s sobs swallowed themselves whole as nothing but pity and guilt swarmed her. In that moment, it was but two lost souls being honest with one another for the first time in years.

It hadn’t even taken a week before Josh and R had rekindled after the break up. But there was a distinct boundary, as though they were vague friends rather than people bound together by trauma. It was like his sisters, his troubles, their relationship - none of it ever existed to begin with. It was comfortable, although awkward.

Even with healthy distance, the sincerity and honesty had come back to bite them both. Emotions had risen and led to this.

R ran her fingers through his greasy hair and she shushed his gently and lovingly.  She thought only briefly about Ben - how would he feel about this interaction? But she scrapped the idea almost instantly. This was not the rekindling of a romance, no; this was the unburying of how they both truly felt about the worst night of their lives. This was two hurt people comforting one another. She thought about how Josh had referred to her earlier - a best friend. Yes.

“I’m sorry, Joshie. You never deserved any of this.”

The man’s cries quieted, although he did not fully pull away. He straightened his back slightly and met her eyes once more. His eyes swirled with a depth of longing and his under bags cried the story of a man who’d lived a hard life and lost it all. R recalled that even Chris, his long-lost childhood friend, had disappeared off the edge of the planet after he started dating a girl.

After all this time… did he still have nobody?

[eldritch-spouse]

Cracks knuckles. Alright Kalymir get the fuck ready.

Kalymir with an angel reader. Except, one similar to Belo at the beginning of life. Maybe they were one of the highest right and left hands, the highest rank of purity you could get, they were the angel you looked up to for advice, the one some would feel envy about before realizing they were beginning to sin.

But, one day the God's just...up and disappear. Most angels are sent into madness of course. Which includes our dear reader. It hits them the hardest, because the last order they got was to stay where they had been. And they do. For centuries, their rage builds up but they dare not move in fear this is a test of wills.

The rage they build up is the kind that can be felt just from being in proximity, and NO one wants to deal with an angelic's rage even if its just the one. Maybe they cause one of the greatest hot spots on earth, like the Bermuda's triangle or something of the sort. Its basically become a "DO NOT TREPASS" area.

One day they cause a rift because any sort of built-up rage and general sin is going to cause one. And they're thrown right into Wrath's ring. They've essentially fallen due to the pure built-up rage, and go on a MASSIVE spree in Wrath. This is the kind of rage that Kalymir had already felt from earth and it practically made him PAUSE when it appeared in his ring.

(((・・;) sorry if this is too descriptive I love overexplaining things

[Ha, is that a Spinel reference?]

You could be a cherubim maybe. Of the worshipper cast, someone who held the knowledge of your Highers and could henceforth advise them, a reliable celestial.

Perhaps you didn't generate the rift, but you certainly made use of it. After all, where one demon emerges from, there are bound to be more. And if there's nothing in this world that can give you purpose again- If there's nothing worth living for in this abandoned world, then you might as well start cleaning it up.

Naturally, this is exactly the kind of thing that has Kalymir howling with excitement. He would wish there were more angels around to slaughter, but you'll do. He's not above crushing his own kin away just to be the first to really get to you, to be the one who cleaves your head in half.

Maybe he wins, maybe he doesn't. Maybe there's no winner at all, you just club at each other until you're unrecognizable messes. Until you're not even sure what the goal is anymore. He's euphoric even as he bleeds through torn open chunks of his body, your blood has scorched him, just as your short fur is forever marred and rugged by the vicious clawing it endured.

You'll keep fighting and fighting, because that's all that gives you purpose anymore, isn't it? That's the only way you can convey centuries of suffering. You should have stopped when it became clear that Kalymir's goal was no longer to kill you.

You have a feeling he enjoys what you're becoming, a mindless murder machine. There's nothing angelic about you anymore.

[just-another-personal-side-blog]

Pt 3 Pregnancy (Rumi x Jinu)

How?! … They were so careful! The doctor had said the implant would have a high success rate, so this didn’t make any sense. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Rumi sat curled up on the floor of the bathroom, head buried in her hands as she tugged on clumps of her unbraided hair. It was so quiet in the apartment, Jinu was busy running choreography with the boys, leaving the huntress to rest after a bout of bad food poisoning.

At least that was what she initially thought was happening, until Zoey made an off hand joke. And now it was all her brain could stick to, that was the only thing that made sense… she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. This couldn’t be, a tightness was spreading within the purple haired girls chest. She didn’t even notice as Derpy portalled in until he bumped his nose against her knee softly. Sus was watching silently perched upon the rim of the tub adjacent, he tilted his head in question.

A broken sob tore free from Rumi’s lungs as she buried her face into the tiger's fur, that was all it took for the avian demon to vanish. She couldn’t breath, painful cries were as much as would pull out from her body. The blue tiger nuzzled and rumbled with deep purrs, as if trying to soothe the panic that was smothering her. This wasn’t possible, she had so much left to do… and what were the odds she’d be a TERRIBLE mother. Celine wasn’t exactly an inspiration, what with how she treated her growing up.

What if the baby was born with patterns themself? What if the Honmoon was shattered and they suffered from the pull of shame? What if they were bullied for the marks on their skin? What if they were born more demon rather than human? The negative words dug its talons in deep, each thought worse than the last, her fingers yanked to try and snap free. His fur was soft and soothing against the skin, even as rapid sharp breaths puffed against the feline. He was trying so very hard to be helpful in any way possible.

This was worse than hiding her marks from the girls, she was cursing another living being to bear the burden that almost engulfed Rumi entirely only a year or so prior. Would she even be a good mother herself? Would he even want to have kids at all? Would he disappear that way her own father had? No, no. Jinu would never… would he? 

“Mreowwwwww”

Another choked sob dragged itself free as the bathroom door was flung open, she couldn’t bring herself to look up, knowing full well who it was. That bird was a traitor… and also her hero as worried hands came to gently lift the huntress’s chin to meet his concerned gaze. Past his shoulder she could see Sus give her a nod before wandering back out to give them their privacy. In all honesty the bird wasn’t interested in whatever was transpiring, human drama was messy.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“You’re gonna hate meeeeee”

He recoiled in bewilderment, which her brain immediately misinterpreted as revulsion that brought out another heart wrenching wail. She was gonna be alone for the rest of her life, Jinu was never gonna wanna be together. His gaze warmed as he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead.

“What are you talking about? I could never hate you dork.” It took a struggle but eventually she managed to get her eyes open to meet him. He could see all the emotions that were causing her patterns to glow faintly from where they peeked out. The girl was hidden in one of his oversized hoodies, those stupid endearing pj pants betraying just how desperate Rumi was for comfort. Her eyes were wide, wet, and so very terrified as he cradled his lovers face in his hands. 

“Talk to me babe. Deep breathes. It's all gonna be okay. Whatever you’re scared of, we will face it together.”

It took longer than it felt to gather the courage to finally vocalize what was dragging her down under waves of darkness. So scared she managed to get the words out.

“I’m pregnant…”

That was definitely NOT what he anticipated, a bad dream -sure,  a fight with the other girls - possible, another futile argument with Celine - most definitely. Pregnant… that was a curveball. He was silent a second longer than Rumi had hoped and immediately another wail came loose as she buried her face back into Derpy's fur. The tiger gave his owner a VERY nonplussed look in response. 

Immediately the demon pulled her into his lap, wrapping arms around the shaking body,

“Hey now, I’m not going anywhere. Deep breaths love.”

The tiger curled his body around the duo, trying to keep them safe and warm. Jinu cradled her face into the crook of his shoulder, humming softly as he placed sweet kisses all over Rumi’s head. Even as he did so… the only face the Saja Boy could see was the terrified face of his little sister. His own nerves tried to grab ahold, but he shoved that voice deep down. Right now his love needed him to reassure her that they would tackle this together.

“I’m so sorry!” 

“Don’t apologize, last I checked we both were necessary to make this happen.”

“I thought I was being so careful!”

“Hey, look at me.”

Brown orbs lifted hesitantly with unshed tears as he smiled warmly back at her,

“We can handle what comes together. I’m right here Rumi. I gave you my soul once, pretty sure that’s a good sign that I’m with you every step of the way.”

“What if they are born demons?”

“Then we will love them regardless, marks or no marks.”

She choked on another cry, he leaned in to place a reassuring kiss upon her lips as Rumi surged forward to meet him. The tight muscles slowly released under his hands, all those horrible anxious thoughts eased like the tide. Derpy's body began to rumble with deep comforting purrs, Sus had returned chilling in his usual spot on top of the tigers head. If you’d told her that the huntress would find peace and safety with a bunch of demons, she’d have knocked you out.

And yet here she was, curled up with some of the sweetest beings, pulling back to look at Jinu again. He booped her on the nose with a playful little smile.

“We can do this. Together.”

After a momentary sniffle she nodded,

“Together”

[kandafamily]

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[kkoffin]

hi! i’m pro-trans (consider myself nonbinary) and thus had a pretty bad impression of radfems, but actually looking through your blog has been pretty eye-opening. it’s been good to see someone advocate for feminism without nosediving into cruelty, especially against fellow women. (blackpill, i think you called it? i’ve definitely seen that floating around, whoof.)

some of your gender crit stuff caught my attention. even as a nb person it’s always irritated me when people line up any sort of gender dissatisfaction as immediately being transgender. i think there’s nuance, you know? gender dysphoria is a real thing, but sooo many people are quickly to jump onto transness as opposed to any other possibility. which, fine, if it’s directed to yourself then sure, it’s your life not mine… but i feel like the trans community is long overdue for a discussion about how gender doesn’t exist in a vacuum. (no matter how much we’d like it to.)

anyway, yeah! going through your blog and your views has kind of shown me that the only thing i really disagree with radfem theory is their general stance on transness. that’s interesting to me, and lowkey gives me something to think about.

(if this sends off-anon, do me a favor and not post it? you know how the internet is…)

I do think cruelty in feminism and gender critical feminism is... in bad taste. I understand a need to vent, and frustration, but personally i always try to keep that stuff private, if I do need to express it. I've been a radfem for quite a while now, and despite overwhelming feelings of anger and sadness, I'm yet to feel a need to make fun of an innocent person's appearance, laugh at someone's suffering, or call someone cruel names, regardless of their belief in gender, even where it may be harmful. I believe many don't realize it's harmful, or struggle to acknowledge it, not because they're intentionally being selfish, but because of their own struggles. Although I may be angry at these people for their unconscious misogyny, I don't think being cruel to them will get us anywhere. Of those who know how harmful it is, and are being consciously selfish or misogynistic, I have much less empathy, fear not.

I want to present radical feminism not as something related to some superiority over other people, or based in a hatred of other people, but what it is - liberation for women. I want to feel as though my blog is a good example for people who are otherwise uninformed about radical feminism, not a place that will push them away from it. I don't believe cruelty towards anyone will create progress, I think allies and more people on board with the cause will, and I will always strive for progress for feminism.

It's really cool you were able to have an open mind to these kinds of things, rather than just "block and stay safe" - if you're okay with it at all, I'd love to chat with you about transness, not a debate, or me trying to "convert" you or change your mind in any way, but I'd love to hear what you've got to say on different things. Rarely do I get to have a friendly and honest discussion with people who disagree with me on the topic, but I do very much appreciate different (informed) perspectives. If you aren't open to it, that's totally fine, but if anyone else like yourself happens to see this, the offer is open to them as well, just send me a dm. as per usual, my dms are always confidential.

[r0seb100d]

Can you write for Dal with a very nervous/anxious and clingy s/o?? Like very strong GAD & she can only find comfort in him?? :( I have massive GAD and can rarely find any fics with it (no pressure ofc)

As someone who also majorly suffers with GAD, I mainly based it off my own experiences. I decided to do hcs so I could cover more things, if you would like a fic lmk, I'd love to write it! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader

Dallas Winston x reader with GAD

- At first, Dallas basically knew nothing to do with mental health disorders and would often cast off certain people as ‘crazies’ being the way he is

- When he met you and then gradually spent time with you he never would have suspected that you were dealing with something like that, he simply thought you were shy and a bit nervous

- When you finally opened up to him you were worried that he would see you differently

- He just stared at you silently with a confused expression, not wanting to interrupt, and when you finished his silence scared you

- But he just whispered a “c’mere” and held you close, he hated seeing you so distressed and the fact that you were struggling everyday, even if he couldn’t understand fully

- He cared because it was you  hurting, not because he fully empathised with GAD

- Was strangely observant after you told him, watching your actions and different expressions, trying to understand you better

- Asked random questions like “but if you know it ain’t that serious why do you worry so much about it?” or “Is that why you cancelled our date last week?”

- Over time, he gradually began to understand exactly how you coped with/reacted to certain things and situations

- Dallas would still occasionally get frustrated when you’d really get in your head over certain things, trying to get you to calm down and not spiral. He wasn’t frustrated at you, he just wished it was easier for you to deal with these things

- He is easily able to recognise if you’re overstimulated, especially in uncomfortable places and will try to get you somewhere less overwhelming without saying anything or causing a scene

- Sometimes his desire to protect you backfires as he will avoid telling you things that he thinks would stress you out, but then you stress out more that you were missing information about something

“Dallas! Why wouldn’t you tell me that Pony got attacked again?!” You yelled in tears

“I just didn’t want to stress ya out Doll, m’sorry.”

You could only sigh because he was trying to help

“Just- don’t leave things out okay? I need to be aware and capable of dealing with them.”

- You’re so grateful that he doesn’t infantalise you like some other people do. Dallas doesn’t see you any differently, you’re the same girl he’s always known

-Takes care of you when you just spend your day holed up in your room, trying to distract you and keep you company so it doesn’t become too much

- Encourages you to do things outside of your comfort zone without pushing, he just suggests an idea and promises he’ll do whatever it is with you

- Tells you how proud he is of you whenever he can, or if you need some encouragement

- Defends you from any snide remarks that others make

“Do you like, talk at all or what?”

“How about you shutup before I make you unable to talk.”

- Lovees how clingy you are, it makes him feel wanted and needed and as though he’s your ‘protector’

- Always has a hand on you when you two are out so you know he’s there, whether it's on your back,waist,shoulder or simply holding yours

- Is very possessive of you

- Considers you the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, like you’re the softest thing to exist

- Very gentle with you, especially during intimate moments, you have to tell him you’re fine like 50 times

- Just holds you close if you’re breaking down, knowing that you just need to let it out

- Doesn’t bullshit you if you’re reassurance seeking and you appreciate that he’s truthful and that you can always rely on him

- Always checks in with you before you guys do anything, he knows that sometimes you won’t speak up

- You hate when he’s in fights, he tries to fight less when he’s with you (or at least avoid the really dangerous ones)

- Doesn’t steal when you’re with him

- You like to always have something of his when he’s not physically there, like his jacket or christopher

- He is the only person you fully relax around, curling up in his arms in the evening

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Warm Winters

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Dabi x reader

reuploaded from @/probablysimpledreams as I'm in the process of moving my works to this blog cw: none <33 just a cute moment with him <33 wc: 1k

The past month has not been kind to the League. After suffering multiple defeats in combat and recruitment efforts, everyone was feeling defeated. Morale was at a low as members sulked around the common room, no one uttering a word.

You laid on the broken couch among the others, mind racing. Was all this really worth it? You asked yourself, picking at the skin around your thumb nail. Are we getting anywhere? What world are we even fighting for? What if-

"IT'S SNOWING!!!" Toga beams with excitement, her voice and clapping hands snapping you out of your troubled thoughts. You run over to the window with Twice and Spinner, smiling as you watch the snow fall down quickly.

"Wanna go check it out? Bet we could grab hot chocolate too," you smile at Toga's excitement regarding your idea. The two of you quickly bundled up, ignoring the snarky remarks and warnings other members threw your way as you two raced outside.

You were always happy when the League had time off like this, time to just exist as the normal people everyone longed to be. You especially felt this way when Toga had the opportunity to be a teenage girl, a smile across your face as you watched her build a mini snow Deku and Ochako as she rambled about her love. Your body shivered as you stood there watching the young girl until it hit you: you grabbed the wrong jacket on your way out the door. Among the excitement of it all, you didn't realize you grabbed one of Dabi's jackets instead of your own. The material was much thinner than what you needed to brace the falling snowing, mentally cursing yourself as the cold grew painful. Before you had the chance to tell Toga you were heading back, the sound of crunching snow became louder and louder.

"You're such an idiot," Dabi's deep voice sent a warm shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to form as he stood behind you. You turned to face him, noticing that he's holding your fuzzy jacket. You quickly grab it from him, thanking him repeatedly as you throw his jacket off and put yours on. The thick material covers your body and begins warming your cold body up, and Dabi chuckles at the sight of you practically melting under the new warmth. A few moments pass of peaceful silence as you two stand together in the snow, a few feet from where Toga continued playing with her snowman collection.

"I'm surprised you're out here," you finally spoke up, looking up to the sky as the snow continued to fall. The sight was so beautiful, so gentle. "Just didn't imagine you're the type of guy who'd want to be out playing in the snow." You small giggle left your lips as you watched the expression on his face, noticing the hints of embarrassment and annoyance. Despite his cold outer shell, you always noticed how expressive his face would be. He was a man of many emotions that were always trying to escape him, wanting desperately to be seen. And yet somehow you were the only one able to catch onto this, enjoying the game of learning who Dabi truly is under this mask.

"I wanted my jacket back," he shrugged, eyes avoiding yours. As you two spent more and more time together, Dabi was becoming increasingly aware of your ability to see through him. And he had no idea how to feel about it all. It made him feel scared, exposed. He wanted to run away from it, leaving a wall of flames that you'd never dare cross into. But at the same time, it made him excited. He wanted to be seen fully. He wanted to invite you in with the door fully opened, no defenses up. The constant battle between the heart's desire and mind's protection weighed heavily on him.

"Could have just texted me, I would have walked back to the hideout," you hummed. The unnamed tension between you and Dabi was clear to everyone, this included the two of you. While you often found yourself annoyed at his lack of action, you knew that you really didn't have any room to talk. You could just as easily lay all your emotions on the line, but your own fears held you back. I mean it's not like you began walking the villain path because life came easily. You had your own fears and anxieties, your own fear of being seen entirely despite longing for it.

"Your point?" he bites, the hint of anger in his voice would usually be enough to scare anyone off. However you found yourself giggling at his words, heart fluttering as you knew he'd never hurt you. You knew he came out here to see you, to be with you. That fact alone washed a new sense of calmness over you, smile tugging at your lips.

You decided not to push him further, knowing Dabi had his limits when it came to navigating his feelings. Instead you decide to lean against his chest, heart beating faster than usual when you feel his arm wrap around your body. Your face began growing warm as your body was now flushed against his, grip on you tight and secure. The two of you went back to standing in a peaceful and warm silence as the snowflakes continued to fall.

You tilt your head up, looking up to steal a glance at Dabi who was already looking at you. The two of you exchange a smile before turning to look up at the sky, feeling warm despite the cold snow hitting directly on both your faces.

The world doesn't make sense. This fact has brought so much pain and suffering to you and Dabi both. Yet as you stand here feeling warm in the falling snow and safe in the arms of a man you've seen kill before, you discover a new beauty in the world not making sense.

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