#and you can look at the situation i've laid out here and say 'it shouldn't be this way'

[number1villainstan]

the thing about chisaki kai is. he was a street kid, right? in the anime, that flashback of him meeting pops--pops says "you've got nowhere to go." homeless. a street kid.

now.

imagine something. two street kids. maybe they're teenagers. maybe they're younger. maybe one of them's a teenager and one of them's like 7. doesn't matter. imagine these two street kids--they've found food in a place where food is either scarce or inaccessible. but there's only enough food for one of them. the other one will die of starvation. if they split the food, they'll both die of starvation.

one of these kids is thinking i don't know if i deserve this food more than them. the other kid is thinking i'll do anything to get that food and survive.

and let me ask you now: which of these kids is going to die?

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

description: in which lucy bronze's younger sister can no longer hide her relationship. And honestly ... she doesn't want to.

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mapi leon x bronze!reader

part one here

part two here

part three of the 'hidden' universe - mapi's version

ona batlle x putellas!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, mentions of previous assault, FLUFF, cuteness, social media frenzies ;)

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As the game came to an end, Lucy didn't even shake hands, the woman instead rushing off to find her sister, Keira apologising to everyone before following also, Ona not far behind.

Keira and Ona hung back for a moment, whispering together that Lucy probably needed to talk to Mapi and y/n alone.

y/n had been checked for a concussion, it turning out she had a minor one and some pretty severe bruising, but other than that, she seemed fine.

y/n was still a little shaken up, finding peace in laying in Mapi's arms and being tucked into her neck and collarbone. She smelt familiar, her arms were safe.

Mapi was running her hand through y/n's hair, whispering calming Spanish as they lied tangled together. The door slowly opened and y/n didn't need to look to know who it was.

"I really don't wanna fucking do this right now Luce." y/n says quietly, eyes still shut and Mapi continued watching her.

"I don't wanna argue." Lucy denies. "I just want to know my baby sister is okay." She continues and y/n sighs, pushing up from Mapi's chest, the blonde's hands falling to her lap, which y/n takes in her own.

"I'm okay, a minor concussion and some bruising, but everything's fine." y/n shrugs and Lucy sighs.

"Okay." She nods. Mapi looks between the two and sighs, sliding off the bed and pressing a kiss to y/n's cheek.

"I will be back." Mapi promises, before she and Lucy share a nod and Mapi walks out.

Lucy then clears her throat, watching as her sister suddenly becomes very interested in the bed sheet she had laid over her lap.

Lucy sighs and moves toward her sister, the girl naturally flinching before reminding herself where she was and who she was with.

Lucy's eyes sadden slightly and she slowly sits down on the side of the bed, her sister still looking away from her out of fear of another argument or more tears.

"Can you look at me?" Lucy asks softly, her sister gulping softly before looking up at her sister, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Oh kiddo." Lucy sighs.

The two seemed to move in sync as Lucy pushed herself to lay against the pillows, y/n instantly cuddling into her and letting out a sad cry.

Lucy held her younger sister, blinking back tears as she pressed kisses to the girl's head. Lucy whispered calming words to her sister who continued to cry in her arms.

"I've got you kid." Lucy promises as y/n calmed herself, tears not stopping but her sobs doing so.

"I don't like fighting with you. I don't like not talking to you. It felt wrong." y/n says, her voice shaky and a little hoarse from all the crying.

She pulled away from Lucy, reaching over to grab a tissue and wipe away any more tears which were on her face.

"I don't like fighting with you either." Lucy promises. "And I am sorry that I lost my temper, I shouldn't have done so." She promises.

"I shouldn't have lied about Mapi." y/n denies.

"Well, with the way I reacted, I can see why you did." Lucy chuckles dryly.

y/n sighs running a hand over her face as she shakes her head. Wanting to explain the entire situation without crying for once.

"I wanted to tell you, I did, but I know how protective you are and I didn't want to throw the team out of balance with something that could have been avoided." y/n begins.

Lucy stops, her eyes watching her younger sister as she tried to explain. Lucy watched with kind eyes, and open ears, something which her sister was relieved for.

"And I was going to tell you sooner, but then it was so blissful, just us two, no one else. And then before I knew it Alexia knew, Keira knew, and the next thing is you knew." y/n says.

"And I flip out and storm off." Lucy sighs.

"But I know why, I understand why. I lied to you for months, I'm dating someone older, and someone I work with. And I didn't once tell you." y/n says.

"It still didn't give me the right to get so angry, and I'm sorry kid, I shouldn't have shouted." Lucy says. "And you're not a kid anymore, and I need to accept that." She adds.

"But I'm still your little sister. And I love you." y/n says and Lucy chuckles, bringing her little sister in for a hug.

"You'll always be my little sister. And I love you too." Lucy promises.

y/n could have cried again, which she didn't want, with how relieved she was. Fighting with her sister ripped a part from her and left a hole in it's place.

"I can't say I won't worry about you in this relationship, but you are grown enough to look after yourself." Lucy promises herself.

"I don't have to look after me. Mapi does it for me." y/n admits and Lucy sighs.

"You love her?" Lucy asks, the two sisters not noticing the slowly opening door.

"With all of me." y/n nods. "She makes me feel safe, she makes me feel loved and she sees me." y/n continues and Lucy can't help but feel her shoulders relax at the knowledge her sister was happy.

"And she loves you?" Lucy asks.

"She is everything to me Lucia, and she will continue to be." Mapi says, the Bronze sisters looking over to the dirty blonde who was leaning against the door.

y/n smiled softly as Lucy stood up, walking over to Mapi where she held out her own hand.

"I'm sorry for loosing my shit Maps mate." Lucy says and Mapi rolls her eyes, bringing the woman in for a hug.

"I understand your feeling and the shouting - she is your sister." Mapi says as they pull away.

"You hurt her though Leon, and I will kill you." Lucy threatens despite y/n letting out an annoyed shout.

"Trust me Bronze, if I hurt her, I'll let you." Mapi promises and Lucy nods happily.

"Glad you're feeling better pipsqueak." Lucy tells her sister, leaning over to press a kiss to y/n's forehead. "We will have dinner tomorrow night, all of us." Lucy says and y/n grins and nods.

"Okay." y/n smiles before Lucy shares a smile with Mapi and then leaves the room. Mapi pauses looking at y/n as the girl let out a massive sigh.

"We are okay?" She asks y/n.

"Yeah, we are okay." y/n nods and Mapi smiles, moving over and pressing her lips softly against y/n's lips.

"Oh and the internet is going crazy over us." Mapi says and y/n chuckles.

"Nothing has been confirmed." y/n denies and Mapi shrugs.

"Not yet." She chuckles. y/n can't help but roll her eyes but smiles as she presses her lips against Mapi's.

"Not yet." y/n echoes.

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username1: SO glad y/n is okay!

username2: I am so relieved y/n is okay - but now can we talk about her and Mapi????

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username3: Can we talk about the fact y/n was attacked????

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username4: I agree! There are more important things than if Mapi and y/n are dating?!

username5: y/n's new story holy shit!!!

username6: Mapi and y/n have to be together? And that is so cute!

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y/n and Mapi both chuckled at the way twitter was going crazy of the two of them. Lucy's story basically confirming everything which had sent them all into a frenzy.

The two footballers were curled up on the sofa, y/n's head tucked into Mapi's neck as Bagheera stretched out over their laps, purring happily at the pets she was receiving.

y/n looked over at the TV, watching Strictly with a small smile, the Spaniard letting her watch whatever she wanted to keep her happy after her eventful day.

"Are you okay Amor?" Mapi asks y/n softly, the woman nodding.

"Yeah, just, I was scared today, his grip was so strong and I just didn't think I would get away." y/n admits softly, Mapi's arms tightening around her lover as she presses a kiss to her forehead.

"The guards were ridiculous! They should have acted quicker." Mapi hisses. "Todos deberían perder sus trabajos." She adds and y/n sighs.

They should all lose their jobs.

y/n presses a kiss to Mapi's cheek, closing her eyes briefly in relief of being home and warm with her love, not out on the cold pitch, hands in her hair, fear not the only thing gripping her to immobility.

"Se acabó mi amor, estoy contigo, eso es lo único que importa." y/n says softly

It is over my love, I'm with you, that is all that matters.

Mapi looks down at y/n, pressing her lips against her lover's and putting the love into her kiss, keeping it gentle as Bagheera huffs and jumps from the two, sitting on the other sofa.

"I love you." Mapi says as they pull away.

"I love you too." y/n smiles, snuggling back into Mapi's shoulder as she watches Diane spin.

"So, shall we go insta viral?" Mapi asks and y/n laughs as she leans over and grabs their phones.

"Lets just remember to put them on do not disturb." y/n giggles, texting her sister quickly to do the same. Because if they couldn't get through to her they would get through to Lucy.

Lucy thanked her and wished the two luck with the crazy fans sure to flood their comments as Mapi and y/n flicked through their potential photos, giggling at the phones they wouldn't use.

Once they had picked the photos, the two posted to Instagram, trying to control the answer with disabling comments, though it didn't work as twitter quickly set alight.

The two quickly switched their phones off, shrieking as they slid their phones away from them, sharing amused looks as they settled back to continue watching.

"Well, at least your sister didn't find out this way!" Mapi says and y/n bursts out laughing, making the Spanish woman grin.

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END OF PART THREE

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[cherrycola27]

The Tipping Point

Summary: When Jake learns that no one has ever satisfied you, he makes it his mission to change that. Inspired by my favorite Seresin Slut @thedroneranger and my favorite Rooster fic I've written Just The Tip

Warnings: Language, Smut, 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

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Your eyes are as wide as the dinner plates the two of you were eating off of. You couldn't believe what your boyfriend had just suggested.

"You can't be serious." You said, looking at him in disbelief. "Jake, please tell me you're kidding."

"I'm as serious as a heart attack, darlin." Jake smiled back at you. "Jake, I—" He cut you off before you could finish.

"You told me that when we first started dating, you wanted to take things slow. And I'm totally okay with that. But you've also told me that no one has ever been able to get you off. I want to change that." He stated.

"I understand that, Jake, but I—" you protested.

"But nothing, honey. I'm a visual learner. Show me what you like. I want to take care of you. I want to show you that I'm better than the guys you dated before me. Prove that I am the best of the best." He smirked.

It really shouldn't come as a surprise to you. The fact that Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Naval aviator extraordinaire, would want to prove to you that he is the best. The two of you had been together for just over five months, and in that time, he'd already prove himself to be the best boyfriend you'd ever had.

When you first started dating, you told him you wanted to take things slow. After a while, you told him the real reason was because no boyfriend or hook up in the past had ever made you cum. He had been trying to rectify that situation for a while now.

Though, him asking you to touch yourself so he could watch was not something you expected. You met his eyes. At first, you thought he was kidding. But with just one look, you knew he was serious.

You sighed. "Okay" you said in a voice just above a whisper.

"Yeah?" He asked. "Yeah." You confirmed.

A huge smile broke out across his face. Before you could change your mind, Jake was scooping you out of your chair and hauling you to your bedroom.

He gently deposited your feet on the floor. "Where do you want me to sit? You're in charge here." Jake said, kissing your head.

"Um, you can pull my desk chair to the foot of the bed. You said shyly. Jake quickly grabbed it and positioned it. With your back turned to him, you stripped off your shirt and pants. In a moment of confidence, you turned to face him. You were wearing a baby blue set. You could see he pupils go wide at the site of you.

Without saying a word, you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. You slipped it off your shoulders and tossed it to the ground.

Silently, you let your panties slide down your legs. They were already damp, just from the intensity of how he was watching you.

Feeling cocky, you balled them up and tossed them to him. He caught them and immediately inhaled your scent.

"All of this just for me?" He asked. You giggled.

"Do you mind if I use my vibrator?" You asked him.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart. This is about you." He said. There wasn't a hint of jealousy in his voice. You'd been with a few gues who would have scoffed at the idea, but not Jake. He wanted to learn what made you tick. He was invested in you.

You opened your nightstand and pulled out your favorite purple bullet. You grabbed a pillow and laid down on the bed. Once you were comfortable, you put the pillow under your hips and spread your legs.

"Such a pretty pussy." Jake mumbled out. You raised your head just enough to look at him. His eyes were trained on your core.

You grabbed your vibrator and turned it to your favorite setting.

You let it slide through your slick and gathered it up before setting it directly on your clit.

You circled the toy around your aching bundle of nerves and sighed. Your left hand came up to squeezed your breasts, bringing your nipples to hard, pebbled peaks.

"Oh, Jake," you sighed. His names fell easily from your lips as you dipped your toy into your wet cunt before dragging it back to your clit.

"Fuck," you heard Jake grunt out. You looked up to see his shirt had been stripped off and that his pants and boxers were pushed down to his ankles and he was stroking his cock.

"Learning anything?" You asked him.

"Lots, keep going, baby. I want to see you cum for me." He moaned out.

Emboldened by his words, you turned the vibrator up a setting. The strong vibrations made your body jolt.

You kept circling the toy on your clit, applying pressure. You could feel your release approaching. Your toes curled, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

Your head thrashed wildly, and you couldn't contain your cries of pleasure.

"Oh fuck Jakey. Feels so good. Mmm, yes, Jake, yes!" You cried out.

"Keep going, baby girl. You have no idea how hot this is. My cock is so fucking hard from watching you. Better than any fucking porn." He moans out. You can hear him panting. It makes you even wetter knowing that he is enjoying this just as much as you are.

"I'm s'close Jake. I'm gonna cum." You cry. You can feel the tightness in your belly.

"Cum for me baby. I wanna see you cum for me. Please." Jake almost begs.

You flick your wrist and circle your bud a few more times before you are cumming hard.

"JAKE!" You cry his name as you work yourself through your high.

Once you've come down. You turn the toy off and set it to the side. You sit up enough to look at him.

Jake is panting, and you see the white ropes of cum covering his abdomen.

"Christ baby, you don't know how hot that was." He tells you.

You lay back on the pillows and sigh. You're trying to think of a smart ass reply, but your brain isn't working.

"Has anyone ever gone down on you?" Jake asks.

"No." You breathe out, still staring at the ceiling.

"Can I?' He asked. "Now?" You lean up and see that he's moved from the chair and is kneeling at the foot of the bed.

"There's no better time than the present." He states.

"You're sure?" You ask him. This is definitely not how you thought this evening would go.

He nods his head furiously.

"Well, why not?" You say before flopping back.

You'd no sooner gotten settled before Jake was pulling you to the edge of the bed. He made sure the pillow was still under your hips before he threw both of your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell me what you like and what you don't like, okay?" He asks.

"Yes, sir." You mock. But anything else dies on your lips as he broad, flat tongue slides across your slit.

Your hips jump at the pleasant but unfamiliar sensation. You hear him chuckle as his forearm comes to lay across your pelvis to keep you in place. He does it a few more times before tracing your clit with the just the tip of his tongue.

"Mmm.. that feels good." You sigh. He keeps doing it, speeding up and applying more pressure each time he does it.

It feels good, but you need more. You thread your fingers through his hair and push his face towards your core.

Taking the hint, Jake wraps his lips around the bundle and sucks it—hard.

"Shit! That feels so good, baby." You cry out. Jake hums against you and does it again.

He let's go of it would a soft pop before dipping his tongue into your greedy, wet hole.

He fucks it into you repeatedly. Your cries of pleasure, spurring him on. He laps at your core, tasting your sweet nectar. His nose bumps against your clit with every lick.

"Jake, I—I need—" you pant.

"What do you need, baby. Use your words. Tell Daddy what you need princess.

"Your fingers. Please, Daddy... need them to fill me up." You cry out.

He sinks his middle and ring fingers into you. You're so wet for him, the glide in easily. You're vaugly aware of the cool metal of his Naval Academy ring against your heat.

He curls them into you. Easily finding the textured spot that is guaranteed to have you cumming in minutes.

"Oh, Daddy, fuck, Jake, just like that!" You moan out.

Your hand grips his hair tighter. Your thighs close in on his head, trapping him there. The heel of your foot digs into his back. He'll probably have a bruise there in the morning, but neither of you seem to care.

Everything feels so fucking good. This is what you had been missing out on. Watching you get off had Jake hard as a rock again. He ground his hip into your mattress to relieve some pressure.

"You look so pretty like this baby." Jake praises you.

You look down and meet his eyes. The green of them is just a thin halo around his lust blown pupils. Never breaking eye contact, he sucks your clit back into his mouth and speeds up the motions of his fingers, curling them and scissoring your walls.

"Just like that! Oh, just like that! Please don't stop!" You beg him.

"Don't plan on it, sweets. Daddy isn't going to stop until you cum all over his face. Come on baby, give it to me. Make a mess all over my face!" He encouraged you.

You can feel your high building deep inside you. It's different, though. It's more intense than any orgasm that you've ever given yourself.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." You chant.

"Jake, I'm gonna, shit daddy, gonna—" You try to warn him, but it's all too much, and before you can say anything else, you're cumming hard against his face. It's harder than you ever have cum in your life.

He works you through it, lapping and curling his fingers. He doesn't stop until you're cumming again. Screaming his name so loud, you know your neighbors can hear you.

He continues to drink up every last drop of your release. Your thighs are shaking as you push his head away. He unwrap himself and leans back on his haunches.

His spend coats his boxers because getting you off twice, with just his mouth and his fingers, God it was hot. But making you squirt for him? He feels like God himself because of that.

He crawls up beside you in the bed. Your eyes are glassy and your whole body is flushed.

"That was amazing." You gasp. You turn and look at him. He has a genuine smile on his face.

"So I'm definitely the best then?" He asks with a grin.

"Definitely. The others can't compete where they don't compare." You affirm.

He leans down to kiss you.

"We need to get cleaned up and change the sheets. We made a mess." He tells you.

"This goes without saying, but you're definitely the first person to make me squirt too." You tell him as you sit up.

"And I plan to be the last." He affirms as the two of you head to the shower.

"Is that so?" You cock an eyebrow and look at him.

"Absolutely."

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[milessluvr]

—MY LOVEᰔ

—summary , Gwen Stacy and her long crush y/n went to stop a bank robbery when it went into a wonderful night.

—warnings , wlw gunshots robbery but just pure fluff

—note , my friend requested this on discord! if theirs anything wrong please message me I’ll try to fix it first ever short fluff story hope you enjoy!! ^^

you laid in bed, lost in the mellow flowing through your headphones, when suddenly noticed Gwen Stacy gracefully climbing through the window of your room. Dressed in her white Spider suit, she beckoned you with a smile and amused look. She wasn't really feeling like swinging through the city alone, so she immediately thought about you.

"Come on, lazy." whispered Gwen, to not let anyone hear her, except you. "Get out of bed. We're going to kick some criminals' butts."

“whoa whoa wait up!” you said putting on your spider suit.

"Good, you're ready told you a while." replied Gwen. "Now come on, theirs a bank robbery downtown " The two of you snuck out through the window. You headed through the city until you encountered a bank robbery. Gwen quickly started to swing from building to building.

you swings with her whisperering “jeez Gwen you gotten faster?” you said her fixing her mask.

"It's been a while now, since I became Spider-girl." Gwen replied casually. "Of course I got faster. Now follow my lead." With that, Gwen swang into the bank, and you heard panicked screams and gunshots.

You followed Gwen as she kicked the bank robbers butts. Soon enough, all robbers were on the ground, and the situation was under control. The two of you watched a group of police officers approaching you. Gwen looked a little uncomfortable. "The cops..."Gwen whispered.

you grabs Gwen hand and web sling away from the building wrapping a arm around Gwen’s waist “you okay?” you said worried

"I'm fine..." Gwen said. "But that was a close one." She looked into your eyes, and you noticed a nervous look in hers. "Why would you want to hold my hand?" she asked, curious.

you looked anyway quickly before she even blushed “too get anyway of course!”

"Oh..." said Gwen, blushing herself. She took a deep breath. "You look so cute in your suit." she added, looking at you lovingly. She then touched your cheek, smiling. She wanted to tell you something important, but wasn't sure if she should.

you face heated in a blush quickly stuttering a “thank you..”

"Can I tell you something, y/n?" Gwen asked, still touching your cheek. Her breath increased, and you could see that she wanted to tell you something of great important thing.

you sat down close to Gwen saying “yeah go ahead”

“I love you y/n.” Gwen said looking into your eyes.

She leaned closely to your lips, about to kiss you. But she stopped herself, realizing, that it probably wasn't the best moment for it. She blushed and looked away, still breathing fast. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it..." Gwen whispered.

Y/n grabbed her cheeks pulled in and kissed Gwen with full confidence

Gwen was surprised, and she closed her eyes. She kissed you back deeply and then looked at you, still blushing.

"I've loved you for such a long time, y/n," she whispered. "I didn't dare to confess my feelings, because I was afraid that you might not feel the same way."

She took a moment to collect her thoughts. "But I don't care anymore. I want to be with you."

You smiled happily with a huge smile on your face

Gwen still smiled, her cheeks being all red.

"We should hurry, before the police officers start to search for us," Gwen said after a moment.

"You know what? I think it's okay if we stay here for a while."

"I just want to be with you, y/n," Gwen smiled.

"So..." Gwen asked you. "May I kiss you again?"

you smiled more saying “yeah.. go ahead”

Gwen took a step to you and kissed you again, but this time longer, more passionate. You felt her tongue slowly pushing against your lips, and you both kissed each other deeply.

"I love you, y/n," Gwen said smiling. "I always will."

She looked at you lovingly and caressed your cheek. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight.

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[mediocre-stories]

The Cliffs

TW: mentions of depression, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, vulgar language

Authours Note: Hi everyone! Thank you for your patience with me! I am officially done school for the summer so I will have tons of time to write! I hope you enjoy this one, writing it broke my heart a little bit but there is a happy ending! Once again this story is based off of Shane's six heart event from Stardew Valley. I hope you enjoy reading and as always feel free to leave me some constructive critism!

It was another sleepless night. You had been having a lot of those lately. The air in the farmhouse was heavy with the summer heat, your sheets clung to your body, and the mattress you laid on itched at your skin. You rolled over, peering to your wallclock.

2 am. You groaned.

You made the decision to go for a walk, you slipped on your work boots, pulled on a wool sweater, and headed out the door.

It was raining hard, the water hitting your skin with enough force to make it lightly sting. The trees lit up with the flashes of lighting, and the valley air felt crisp as it entered your lungs. You walked to your favourite place, Cindersap Forest. The quiet of the trees and the calm of the lake soothed your nerves. You walked along the edge of the lake, letting the rain cool your flushed skin.

You made your way towards the cliffs. As you walked, a flash of lightning revealed the figure of a man laying near the edge of the cliffs. You jumped. As the lightning illuminated the forest again, you realized the figure was Shane. You approached him cautiously.

"Shane?"

He lifted his head off the ground, looking up at you. His dark hair stuck to his face due to the rain. His eyes were glazed over and he slurred his words as he spoke.

"Y/N...I-I'm sorry." He hiccuped.

You felt a pit grow in your stomach, "why?"

"My life... it's a pathetic fucking joke." Shane paused to let out a small chuckle, resting his head on the ground again. "I mean look at me." The smile disappered from Shane's face as his voice cracked with tears, "I'm too small and stupid to... to take control of my life."

As Shane spoke, you moved to sit beside him. You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder, wanting to find some form of comfort to provide him. He seemed to flinch at your touch.

"I'm such a fucking piece of shit, Y/N. I do nothing but disappoint everyone around me. Marnie can hardly look at me, Jas is scared to talk to me. Did you know I'm her godfather? At least I'm supposed to be, but I can't even do that. Her parents were my college friends, they died in a car accident and left her with me. They trusted me, and look what I've done."

Shane's body racked with sobs as you rubbed his back. "Shane, you're doing all you can. You were put in a difficult situation, but Jas has a roof over her head, food in her belly, and people who love her."

"But none of that is because of me, that's all Marnie Y/N, not me."

The storm seemed to get stronger as Shane talked. The thunder rumbled through your body and the lightning illuminated the rocky cliffs below.

"I've been coming here often lately...looking down. Here's my chance to finally take control of my life. I could just jump, I wouldn't hurt anyone anymore."

You sighed, looking out at the sky. You let Shane rant, knowing that nothing you could say would help, he had to want to help himself. You just prayed to Yoba that he would realize this sooner than later. He laughed again.

"I can't do it Y/N. I'm too fucking scared, just like always. It's pathetic. All I do is work, sleep, and drink just to try and forget about how much I hate myself. Why should I even go on Y/N? Tell me why I shouldn't jump."

You paused, racking your brain for the right words, "Shane, I can't tell you what to do and what not to do. You have to make your own decisons, but I am here for you. Always."

He rolled onto his back and looked up at you, gently grabbing your hand that was rubbing his back. He interlocked his fingers with yours and squeezed. "Thank you Y/N. Thank you for telling me like it is. I'm tired of the bullshit I hear from people. I'm so sorry I've been so mean to you."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It was refreshing to talk to a real person again. People in this town can be too cheery sometimes." you joked. He smiled, rolling back over to face the cliff.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you should take me to the hospital now."

"Okay."

You stood up and helped Shane to his feet. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you stumbled to the hospital. You had to stop a few times to let him vomit, rubbing his back each time.

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You were sat in the waiting room. Maru had brought you a blanket, as the rain had soaked through your clothes and chilled you to the bone. You waited anxiously for what felt like hours. You had called Marnie, who was now sitting beside you, picking at her nails to distact herself. When Dr. Harvey finally emerged from the emergency room, you both stood up.

"You can come and see him."

You and Marnie entered the emergency room. There was Shane, laying on a hospital bed. His skin was pale and sickly looking. He was hooked up to so many unfamiliar machines. He looked so small laying in that bed, you heard Marnie sob. Dr. Harvey broke the silence.

"I've pumped his stomach and rehydrated his body. He's going to be okay. It's good that you brought him in though, Y/N. " Dr. Harvey sighed, "Too much alcohol is terrible for the body, but right now I'm most worried about his mental health."

Dr. Harvey moved towards Marnie, pulling out a pamphlet from his pocket, "When he comes to, I'll have a chat with him about his treatment options. I know an excellent counselor in Zuzu City. Life can be painful sometimes, but there's always hope for a better future. You've got to believe in that."

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It was the next afternoon. You left the hospital early in the morning, returning to the farm to do your chores. After everything was tended to, you fell asleep on your couch, finally catching up on the hours of sleep you had missed last night. You awoke to a knock on your door. You moved to your front door and opened it, rubbing your eyes groggily at the light from outside entering your small farmhouse. There stood Shane, looking sheepish, but much better than last night.

"Hey." you spoke.

"Hey..." he replied, looking at his shoes. "Oh man, how do I say this? I'm really sorry about what happened last night at the cliffs. That was embarrassing."

You gave him a small smile, "it's okay. I'm just glad you weren't alone."

He looked up and smiled back, "yeah, thank you for being there for me."

"I told you I always will be."

The conversation went silent, the only sound coming from the whistling of the wind. Shane spoke again.

"I've decided I want to see a therapist. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his. Anyways...I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And I want you to know that I am going to take things a little more seriously from now on."

"I'm really happy for you Shane." In the heat of the moment, you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking in the smell of his colonge. You felt his body stiffen for a moment, then relax at your touch. He brought his arms around your waist. You stayed there for a moment before you both pulled away.

"Well uh, I should get going. Thanks again Y/N." Shane said, you noticed a small blush creep across his cheeks. "Maybe after my first counselling session I could stop by and we could talk?"

"Of course, you're always welcome on the farm."

"Thank you Y/N, I haven't had a friend in a long time."

[implausiblyjosh]

I made a post a couple days ago about the Quinton Reviews situation. I'm deleting that post.

In that post, I expressed my emotional response and thought process as to why I saw vague posting from Lady Emily and Sarah Z as fucked up, and how it seems like people are vaguely alluding to Quinton being creepy without providing anything other than vibes and a handful of awkward DMs posted publicly on twitter in early 2021. In my mind, here's two people who I have seen with my own eyes have a history of spinning a narrative in bad faith, sometimes in the face of clear contradictory evidence, and one of whom has a negative history with the person in question. Since it was all vague posting, there are no specifics. There was just a pattern of history to go off of, and it looked clearly bad to me. I expressed that sentiment on here, and clarified questions and points people had when the post started getting traction.

Yesterday, Sarah Z saw it and reblogged it to her followers with clarification that her vague post was actually about Colleen Ballinger. Since then, she and others have suggested or demanded that I delete the post because it's misinformation, that I shouldn't have made a call out post for something I didn't have the full picture of, that I should have just asked her what was up, and that I was aiming to make a viral post.

The post was never a call out post. I was, very clearly, expressing frustration at something that was bothering me with public vague posts I was seeing. There was no call to action, I wasn't warning people about anyone, I was simply saying "this shit sucks!" about what I was seeing online. If that's your definition of a call out post... I'm not sure what to tell you.

I also do not really understand the "you should have just asked me" line. Not only because all lines of personal messaging to you were closed off, but why would I try and ask about a vague posting, seemingly vent post, wherein you say it's a red flag to vent to your audience because it leads to bad things. On top of that, I really don't need to reach out for comment, I'm not a journalist. I'm venting frustrations with public vague posts.

I'd also like to say that the angle that I was intentionally trying to make a viral post is silly at best. My initial post had no tags on it, and I cannot control what posts of mine speak to people. I'm also not sure if ~2k notes (at the time Sarah Z brought up the viral angle) is really viral, but I don't think I've ever had a post crack 200 before this weekend. Feel free to correct me on that. Additionally, you reblogged this to your audience instead of messaging me. All my lines of messaging on here are open, and it wouldn't have spread as far if you didn't reblog me.

I do not think my read of the vague posts were out of line. I laid out my reasons to think that Sarah Z is someone who spins a narrative, sometimes in the face of clear contradictory evidence, in her published work. I've also seen a pattern of making digs at him, on top of the posting of the DM from him. I simply do not trust her in this instance, and seeing it all line up just so made it seem like it was a dig at him. And while she's saying that I'm wrong, and that the post wasn't about him, she's still implying he's a creep in that clarifying post. So while she says I'm wrong about the vague post, my "seems like people are calling him a creep based on vibes and awkward DMs" point seemingly still stands.

At the end of the day, I wanted to vent on here about something that was bugging me. I didn't wanna dance around my specific points, so I was specific in what bothered me. I do not think I was as clear as I could have been in what my specific issues were, and for that I'm sorry. If/When I make criticisms in the future I will be sure to be as clear as I possibly can be.

The post is now gone, and I'll leave this pinned on my account for awhile.

[tenderfxck]

OHHH, I've been meaning to send you a short imagine that popped up in my head from the Alhaitam posts. But before I could realize, it went from a short paragraph to an actual little drabble. So here it is, I hope it's up to your bullying alhaitam standards™ as THE bullying alhaitam blog.

I wrote all of this on my phone so I apologize before hand for any mistakes but DAMN. I ADORE the idea of bullying entitled and bitchy characters so much it's not funny anymore (it is) because every time i tell my ideas, my friends are just. Flabbergasted. Queue an audible gasp and a "why would you do that to him?"

Well, with Haitam the story writes by itself: He asked for it. Oh, so he's better than everyone else? Different, logical and centred? He's absolutely not like the other academics, of course. Such an admirable and unique individual we have in front of ourselves!

Alhaitam thinks so highly of himself, it's only natural for me to desire to humble him.

I like the idea of playing along with his antics, testing him. He begins a discussion for a matter you don't really care about, but you take his bait anyway. Patiently, you wait for a chance to get closer to him and his frowned face, and before he knows it, one of your hands begins working its way up his chest. His breathing stutters as he tries so hard to keep talking. His mouth goes dry and there's something a bit shaken in his voice—you merely laid your fingertips over his shirt but your touch feels like a thousand sparks flying. Alhaitam can feel the heat in his body as he speaks, going all the way to his face, and even if he lets you push him against the wall, he refuses to adress what's going on.

(What would he even say? He knows he doesn't want you to stop, but he doesn't want to admit it either)

And just when your hand reaches his shoulder and you lean forward, mouth inches away from his, he finally stops speaking, bracing himself for the second your lips brush against his—But that moment never comes. Instead, you stand back and leave with a laugh. “That's all you get. See you next time, oh-Grand-Scribe”

He watches you go, heart beating so hard it may as well jump out of his chest. He feels hot all over his body, and feels shamefully familiar ache forming down, down his torso. The red creeping up his neck now it's not only caused by embarrassment but anger.

How could you do this to him?

You're the worst type of person he's ever encountered—a walking nonsense! Alhaitam has decided long ago that people like you are absolutely not worth his time.

Yet, he has reluctantly held himself in his hand and pumped his cock at night thinking about you, writhing with rage at the way you wake up his desire like nothing and no one ever has. Even if he hates every ounce of the situation you got him in, he continues to betray his logic when he goes looking for you the next day.

You're not alone when he finds you. On the contrary, the other person is so close to you they may as well try to steal your breath, as you help them hold their notes in your hands as you explain them a topic they didn't quite understand. You guide them with gentleness, as you're known for, but the only thing Alhaitam can think about it's the flush on the other person's face, the way they're staring at your mouth and absolutely not listening to your words. He coughs, so your attention goes to him.

“Oh, hello Haitam!” you chirp, so energetic, so happy and unapologetic despite the way you gave him a hard time the day before. “Didn't expect to see you here!”

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Helping this student who's obviously not interested in literary theory but looking for a reason to get close to you.

“You shouldn't be giving lessons on a subject you did poorly,” he states. He recalls your face the day the scores were posted, how your confident smile dropped and your mouth formed a perfect 'O'; he's been looking to see that happen again since you began pestering him.

To his displeasure, you laugh. “Yeah, I did have to retake the exam when I failed more than a year ago. You have quite the memory, don't you, Grand Scribe? Good thing I learned from my failure and moved on”

The other person shuffles in their place, slightly uncomfortable, beginning to understand you two aren't talking about linguistics. Good.

“I just remembered I had something else to take care of, thank you and goodbye!”

You wave them off, unbothered, sweet smiles and kind words, “you can come looking for me anytime you need me!”

Then you turn back at him and your nice front drops. “What a way to scare off the students I'm tutoring. You know I need this so the Akademiya approves my investigation, right?”

“They didn't come here for your help.”

“Yeah, but you didn't come here for a tutorship either, did you?”

Alhaitam ears begin to burn a bright red and you notice.

“You know, I said something about learning from my failures. I didn't think I had to give that advice to the Grand Scribe of the Akademiya but…”

Alhaitam breath stutters, and his words come out before he can regret it:

“You were lying when you rejected me.”

Your eyes widen for a second, grin big with teeth and amusement.

“Really? My, I didn't get the memo”

“You're doing this on purpose”

“Why would I?”

“I don't know!” He bursts. “You're nonsensical! You're the most absurd person I have ever met. Always acting like you know something I don't and I know that's impossible! I don't understand how you manage to be so irritating, and annoying, and yet I still can't understand why you, of all people, make me feel—what are you doing?”

Once again, you are moving dangerously close to him.

“Hm, I don't know. Tell me,” you say. Your breath feels hot, all over his neck as you lean over him. “Are you mad because I didn't touch you last time? Poor thing.”

“Don't call me—ah”

“I'm sorry, what?” you blow over the bite you left over his neck, hands moving from his torso to his chest. You wait for him to answer, but it seems that unlike some, Haitam is all bark and no bite.

“That shut you up real quick, huh”

“...I hate you.”

“Don't say it too much, Haitam. It might go straight to my head.”

<3!

ahahahaHAHAHAAAAAAA GO OFFFFFFFF

this is already a long post so i’ll put my deranged ramblings thoughts under the cut <333

i read this like i was watching a football game. full on yelling at my monitor. audible gasps. the pettiness, the backhanded compliments, the CALLBACKS??? like how do i add on to this perfection??

i know what you mean!! my friends think he's so dreamy. i will give them that he's handsome, but like. i think its my god given right to knock some sense into this man. i don't know if it's just because i'm a smartass with a quip ready for anything but humbling a man who would probably say something like "hitherto" with 100% seriousness needs a decent ego-check imo

okay i'll leave you with something small of my own.

late at night, behind closed doors, when nothing but his thoughts and hands can keep him company, your sweet visage won’t leave his mind.

it happens almost every night. most times he can will away these shameful urges. but others, nothing but you laid out, bare in front of him, fills his head.

but a slightly different version of you.

one that finally falls to pieces after hard fought battle that he’s finally gained the upper hand in.

and the spoils?

seeing your normally composed face twist in pleasure, gasping, panting under his gaze. tears cling to eyelashes, threatening to spill as your voice pitches, pleading, begging him to touch you.

i’m sure haitham pictures that pretty little sight more than he’d like to admit.

see? i can let him win once in a while. (in his own head at least)

[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Three

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

The first month went amazing. I'm looking forward to continue working here as long as I can. I made a lot friends from work, but I grew very close with Neymar and Kylian specifically. My situation with Neymar became more and more complicated. I sometimes find myself waking up early in the morning just to get at work early and have a chance to chat with him before work starts, he's always five or ten minutes early everyday. We've been flirting back and forth a lot. I was invited to his house and Kylian's house for movie nights or game nights with friends a few times.

When I started hanging out with the guys outside of work, I got to know them more personally. Neymar is such a caring person, Kylian on the other hand is very positive and funny. I have to admit, I caught feelings for Neymar. I'm not sure about him, though. At first, he seemed interested in me, now he's more distant. Not that he ignores me or anything, in fact, he makes sure to invite me every weekend to hang out with the group. But, he just doesn't flirt with me as much anymore. I was pulled out of my day dream by a touch in the shoulder, I jumped a little. "Heyy, pretty. What are you thinking about?" Kylian gives me a quick kiss on the head and sits next to me on the bench. "Hey, Ky. Nothing, I'm just a little tired. I slept late last night." "Why? What kept you awake?" "It's nothing important. Whatcha doin?" I try to change the subject, but he can see right through me. "Y/N, I've known you enough to know when you're lying. You're not a very good liar." We pause for a moment. He tries not to push me too much, but still wants to know what's bothering me. "Is this about Neymar?" he asks and I freeze. "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know what I mean. You guys flirt with each other all the time." "Well, not anymore." I confess to him. "So that's what this is about. Y/N, I've spoken to Neymar about this a couple times, he just feels like you're not interested in him that way. Maybe, you should let him know that." "Kylian, I'm not a very confident person. I can't just go up to him and ask him out, what if things get weird and this ruins the friendship between us, between the three of us, actually?" "Don't worry about it too much. Besides, I don't think you can continue like this for much longer. I'm sure your feelings will grow more and more each day." "I can't risk it, Ky. Not this time. Not again." "What do you mean?" "I've had a complicated situation in the past. That's why I try to avoid falling for my friends."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his chest.

"I'm not really sure what you went through, but I don't think it's the same situation. I will be there for you guys on whatever you decide to do. Btw, you would make a hot as couple, trust me" he says and manages to make me laugh. "You're crazy. You know that, right? Thank you, Ky." "Anytime, pretty! I have to go now, see you around" he gives me a quick kiss on the head and releases me from the hug to leave.

"Bye, Ky" ____________________________ Someone knocks on my office door. I tell them to come in. Neymar peaks his head inside and gives me a smile before he comes in all the way and closes the door. He's here for a quick check up for his injured leg. "Hey, Ney! How are we today? Any pain or discomfort?" I ask him and stand up to make my way to the bed where he laid. "Hi, Y/N. No, everything is okay. I think it's completely healed at this point." I take off his shoe and examine his ankle. Everything seems okay. I ask him a couple questions about it and take notes on my notepad. "Great! I think you're good to go. You shouldn't be experiencing any troubles in your next game. Obviously, I will be there for you if anything happens, but normally it shouldn't bother you." "That's great to hear. Thank you, honey. Hey, btw, have you forgotten about the game night tonight at my place? Kylian, Thiago, Sarah, you and I will be playing Fifa and having a couple of beers tonight." I had forgotten about it for a second due to the overload of work, but I remembered it as soon as he mentioned it. We spoke about it yesterday during lunch. "Oh, right. No worries, I will be there. I might be a few minutes late because I lost the bet with Sarah, so I need to cook something to bring to the party" I tell him and we both laugh at that memory of yesterday. "Sure, I'll wait for you, I mean, We, We'll wait for you" he says stuttering.

"Great, thank you, Ney." _________________________ I ring the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer it for me. I doubt anyone is hearing it over the loud music, but the plates are getting heavy on my hands, so I ring it a couple times. Kylian opens the door and reaches his hands out to me for the plates. "Thank you, Ky. I see you started the party without me" we give each other a quick kiss on the cheek before we head inside. "Everyone got here a few minutes ago, we're making drinks" We walk into the kitchen and my eyes immediately land on this girl I don't know. She was talking to Neymar. I always hated jealousy as a feeling. It drove me fucking crazy. He's not even mine and I'm already jealous. Neymar notices me and walks over to hug me. "Hi, Y/N. Glad you made it. We had some last minute changes, this is my friend, Sierra." The blonde girl gives me a dirty look through her smile and walks over to say hi. Great, I already don't like her. How is it possible that I only met her a couple seconds ago and I can already tell what kind of person she is.

"Hi, Sierra. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you" "Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you too" she gives me a quick fake smile and immediately turns to Neymar. "Hey, Ney. Can you teach me how to play right now before everyone gathers around the TV?" "Yeah, sure. Go wait for me in the living room."

I walk away from the situation and join Kylian who is unwrapping the plates I brought putting them on other serving plates. I decided to help him. He gives me a concerning look I can't really read. "The food looks amazing. You're a great cook. I think this should be your thing about our parties." I stay silent. I'm not listening to a word he's saying. My mind was still at that Sierra girl with Neymar. I have no right to act bitchy, I mean, he's my friend and nothing else. But, come on. This is our thing. Our party. I hear laughing coming from the living room.

"Y/N? Are you even listening to me?" Kylian touches my shoulder, bringing me to reality. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Of course!" "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" "No, I didn't. Sorry, Ky."

Thiago calls Kylian to help him send the drinks to the living room. I reach out and grab a shot from the tray. Thiago gives me a look, but continues on. I take the shot like water and pull out the bottle to fill another one. Everyone is at the living room at this point, I'm the only one left in the kitchen who's supposed to bring the last plates and join them. I need to use the bathroom first, so I make my way to the bathroom that's the closest to the kitchen. I can hear voices coming from the office next to the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked. I can hear Neymar's and Kylian's voice. "I didn't know she was going to be here, I haven't seen her in ages." "You need to do something about it, Y/N clearly looks hurt." "How do you know that, Kylian?" "I just do, Neymar. Okay? You need that girl-"

I heard footsteps so I had to run into the bathroom, I couldn't hear what Kylian was about to say. Wow. I shouldn't have eavesdropped, that's against my nature. Does Neymar know I have feelings for him? Why did he sound like he doesn't care about my opinion on that Sierra girl if he has feelings for me too, like Kylian says? I stay there in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. The shots I took clearly unbalanced me, making me dizzy. I don't even care anymore. I'm worried about how will I survive the next 3-4 hours with that girl being here. I finish my business and leave the bathroom. Once I walk into the living room, I can see everyone already on their seats. The boys had come to the living room before me. I usually sit between Ney and Ky or next to Sarah. The first option was outside the window since Sierra had taken my place. So, I sit next to Sarah who gives me a concerning look. "Y/N, are you okay, honey? You look dizzy, are you drunk already?" "No, I'm okay. I only took I shot while I was preparing the food in the kitchen." She finds this weird but decides to brush it off. We start taking turns on playing Fifa. I used to play Fifa before I met the guys, but now I do it religiously every weekend with them. I'm pretty good at it. I don't know how the universe managed to make me go against Sierra on my next game. I take the controller and prepare myself to play. I forgot to mention that I also chugged a martini a few minutes ago. So now, I can say with clear certainty that I'm officially drunk. Everyone seems to notice this once I begin to play. I miss all the opportunities and struggle with keeping the ball. Kylian gives me a concerned look. He wants to make this stop. He knows what my problem is. Even though I didn't admit it to him earlier, he is aware of the situation. Kylian stands up from his place and sits next to me after I'm done with the game where Sierra beat me, now she's taking her turn with Neymar. Great, just great. Not only did I lose to this girl who's clearly here for his attention, but I've managed to also embarrass myself in front of my friends. "Y/N, honey. Maybe we should go easier on the drinks, yeah?" "Whyyy? I'm having fun." "No, you're not. You're clearly bothered by this situation, but you need to control yourself." "Ky, honey. Trust me. I'm okay. Okay?" I say to him, slurring. "I don't believe you, but okay. If you say so." We decide to take a break from the game and listen to some loud music, eat food and dance. I aced the three of those things. Especially the dancing one. I was on my feet all night. Neymar tried to approach me a couple times but he decided not to every time. I couldn't tell if he was avoiding me or not. I suddenly feel sick from all the spinning, I feel like throwing up. I run to the bathroom and I hear someone's footsteps behind me.

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[marshmallowprotection]

Hi. I'm currently applying for a scholarship and I have to submit an essay and a video for it and the offer closes on march and I haven't done anything yet because of how much terror the thought of not getting it causes me. I've cried a lot over this cause if I need it to afford the uni I want and I feel like I'm running out of time but Idek what to write or say or do?? I'm so anxious :( Could I get some comfort from GE, SE and (if he has the emotional capacity for it) my beloved Suit? :(((

GE Saeran may not know what it feels like to have the deadline of a scholarship on his shoulders but he knows what it feels like to have a deadline.

Sometimes, he thinks about how hard it was for him to get all of his work done in the nick of time. He had a couple of close calls during the time he spent in the information room, constantly trying to find all the information that was handed to him and, frankly, even more than that. There might have been guidelines for him to follow through on but the expectation was always way more than what was laid out on paper. 

In his situation, he didn't have a choice but to get the work done. He could get the work done or he could be punished. Now, your situation is not as severe as that, the only thing that could happen to you, at worst, is that you miss out on the opportunity to get the scholarship you know you want. 

He can't tell you what to do or what to say, but he can help you sit down and work through some of these worries. Perhaps the reason why you're so afraid to get started is because you're afraid of failure. But, you miss all of the shots you never shoot, and if you don't let yourself take a chance on what you want, you'll never know one way or the other. Take a deep breath, take his hand, and look at the little prompt siting in front of you.

It may seem like a life or death opportunity but as long as you treat it as a chance to do better for yourself, it won't feel as heavy as it does right now. It doesn't have to be the essay of the century, nor does it have to be the video of the year. All you have to do is answer the message that is given and put your heart into it. He wants to see you follow your dream, and for you to follow your dream, you have to be willing to put those dreams into motion. 

"My love, remind yourself that this isn't the end of the world if you don't get what you want. There will always be opportunities on the horizon for you to follow your dream, and even if you do this and you don't wind up getting the scholarship, that doesn't mean you won't get another. It might work out differently than you expect it to in the end, but you'll never know if you don't try."

SE Saeran is in the same ballpark. He's never had to worry about the same things that you have, and the only thing he can equate it to is the experience of having a bottle of Elixir held at his head every time he didn't meet a deadline. It's not exactly pretty and he doesn't like to think about it.

But, he understands what a deadline feels like, he just doesn't know how to quantify that experience as something that doesn't end in torture. 

He won't tell you to get something done if it's upsetting you, but the more you avoid something that is obviously a goal you've set out for yourself, the more likely he is to say something about how stubborn you're being about something you shouldn't be. His dry tone won't be as gentle as his counterpart here, but it’s still from a place of caring. 

He's just not as soft or gentle in the approach he's had with you thus far, so you shouldn't expect him to be that way. He doesn't want to see you torture yourself, and the only thing he can think of to keep you from doing that is by telling you like it is. It may come across as harsher than he intends, but try not to take it personally since he's still learning this whole communication thing. 

"Hey, brat. I know you want to get this done but the longer you put it off, the more it's going to eat away at you. You're just going to work yourself up more and more if you don't sit down and do it. Either you want to get it done or you don't, and if I have to sit here with you to make sure you get this done once and for all, I will. I'm tired of seeing you torture yourself. You don't need to treat yourself that way. Aren't you the one who's always telling me I need to stop beating myself up? Maybe you should learn how to take your own advice."

[slimyficgirl]

Roses are Red, violets are Blu:

It’s still going pretty badly

"Everything is okay."

You stood over the dead body, shirt still pressed to your bloody nose. "I'm okay." You were not okay, not in the slightest. That didn't matter though, as you heard your friends screams pierce the air. You jumped over the Blue Spy's body and scrambled down the hall, finding them cowering as someone pounded on the blocked door. The door was splintering, whining as it warned you that it couldn't take much longer. Soon it would crumble and you'd have no way to defend yourself except for your small gun. You pointed your gun as the door came down to reveal a massive bald man with dark eyes and a blue shirt. Heavy. He laughed at the sight of you. 

"Leetle girl cannot fight me with leetle gun!" 

"We aren't even wearing red!" You frowned, still not lowering your gun, "We aren't part of Red team, dummy!" At your words the Heavy lowered his own massive machine gun and looked you up and town, seeming to consider this. He opened his mouth to speak but froze, dropping his gun and falling forward to reveal a knife in his back and a red Spy behind him. You raised your gun again and he chuckled, fixing his tie as he stepped over the blue Heavy. 

"I can assure 'ou that I've no intentions of harming 'ou."

He stopped in front of you and used a finger to lower your gun, humming as he looked you over before muttering, "Jolie, même avec le sang.." He then pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and tilted your chin up, pressing it to your nose. You winced. "My apologies, chérie. I must say though, it was impressive seeing you kill ze Blu spy..even if it was a fluke." Wow, rude. The thought must have shown on your face because he chuckled, stepping back, "Nothing against 'ou, as I said it was still impressive, just that 'ou got lucky. 'Owever, 'ou shouldn't be so kind next time. He could 'ave killed 'ou at any moment while he was dying." Sam and Roger gave you a confused look and you just grumbled. "Whatever..what do we do now?" "Go to ze Red base. I 'ave already contacted them about ze situation." You glanced at your friends and they nodded. When you looked back to the red Spy he was already gone. Sam hissed under their breath, "French bastard.."

"Heavy?!"

Crap. You may have been new to the game but you'd have to be an idiot not to know who that German accent belonged to. Of coursed that shithead Spy would just leave you here to find for yourselves against the rest of the Blu team, including an insane Medic. You peered outside to see the blu doctor glancing around frantically looking around for his Heavy, who still laid dead at your feet. After a moment his eyes landed on you and his teammates body before a manic grin broke out across his face. "Pick up the machine gun." Sam whispered, then yelled, "PICK UP THE FUCKING MACHINE GUN!" That was a tough order to fill. Even with all three of you, picking up Sasha was a feat and a half in itself, let alone keeping her steady and NOT dropping the gun when Roger pulled the trigger. The blu Medic was right in front of you when the damn thing finally started going, and he was taken down by a hail of bullets. His corpse had barely hit the ground when your arms gave out and Sasha fell to the ground, crushing the Medic's skull. "....You think respawn is a thing in this world?" Roger asked, rotating his shoulder, "And if it does, think that'll fuck with him a bit? The whole...crushed thing?" "God, if this is an Emisis Blue situation I am going to off myself." Sam sighed, referencing the popular fanmade movie you still hadn't seen yet. "He'll be fine...I hope." 

The three of you stepped over the pair of blu bodies and hurried outside, looking for the closest cover you could reach. There was a pretty dark alleyway in jogging distance so you ducked into there, planning to hide out for a few moments and scope out the area. This was definitely Tufort-or whatever it was called, you were still bad at the map names-and so far you didn't see anyone else. Hopefully Spy was keeping the Blu team busy. 

"The Red team has taken the intel!" 

You all glanced into the air as a woman's voice boomed from unseen speakers. On reflex you all shouted, "Shut up, Boomer!" Only for it to dawn on you seconds after the word 'Boomer' left your mouth. "Red team has the intel." You repeated the Administrator, "Meaning that the Blu team is going to head that way to intercept the intel." "Maybe we should try and wait it out?" Roger suggested and you shook your head, "We already killed three Blu team members...well, I killed two of them, but still!" "Y/N is right." Sam nodded, poking their head out to glance around, "We need to get to the Red base as fast as possible, and that means slow and steady wins the race. Stick to the shadows and move slowly. The cost is clear, we can run across to that other alley over there. Come on!"

The three of you dashed out into the open, praying a Sniper wasn't nearby to take you out. You lunged forward into the alley and pressed yourself against the wall, panting as Roger and Sam joined you. Nobody spoke.

Something tapped your head.

Whipping around you saw Blu scout beside you, bat over his shoulder as he smirked, "Yo, what's up?" How hAD YOU NOT NOTICED HIM?! Laughing, he swung the bat forward and it missed your face by centimeters as Sam jerked you back by the collar of your shirt and swung their leg out high into the air, managing to hit him in the jaw. You definitely heard something crack and he staggered back, bleeding from the mouth. "My teeth! What the hell?!" "Ballet, bitch!" Sam grabbed your and Roger's hands and dragged you out of the alley and into the open, running. The Blu Scout took off after you and you knew, even with your limited knowledge of the game, that there was now way you were going to outrun him. Luckily, it seemed you wouldn't have to. an explosion made your ears ring and you look up to see one Red Solider flying through the air, rocket launcher in hand, heading straight for your group. Still in the air, Soldier shot off another rocket, hitting the Blu Scout with surprising precision and sending bloody chunks into the air, raining down on you. Roger froze, paling as she got covered in blood and guts, "I...I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Man up, maggot!" Red Soldier chastised Roger, frowning as he landed, "This is war! We don't have time to be pansies! Now then," He stopped to rub his jaw, eyeing the three of you. Or you assumed he was eyeing the three of you, you couldn't tell with that oversized helmet covering the top off his face. "I assume you two ladies and pansy are the ones Spy told us to look out for, correct?" "Lady, pansy, and person." Sam corrected him, picking flesh out of their hair, "I'm nonbinary." "You're what?! Is it a sickness?! Speak up, maggot!" Soldier demanded and Sam sighed. "Nonbinary, I don't identify as man or woman, my pronouns are they/them." You could practically see the outdated internet explorer circle spinning over Soldier's head as he tried to process this, then he just shrugged. "I don't care what pronouns you use, so long as you're American! Now move your asses to the base, I don't have time to babysit you!" Then he launched another rocket at his feet, sending him careening into the air. Shaking your head, you gently rubbed Roger's back as he bent over and proceeded to throw up. Sam picked up the Blu Scout's bat, smacking it in their hand a few times before shrugging. "It'll have to do. Pull yourself together, Roger, we gotta move." They nudged him along with the bat and the three of you ducked into another alley.

You realized you probably should have been more shaken up like Roger was, having just witnessed a guy around your age getting blown up. It's probably the adrenaline, you told yourself.

As the three of you ran through the alley, a Blu Demoman jumped down, laughing drunkenly as he shot his weird explosive balls at you. Sam readied themselves to hit them with their bat, but you cried out, "Wait, no!" Totally unaware that that was, in fact, something that could be done with the bat. This distracted Sam and one of the sticky balls struck you and exploded. Your body burned as you soared back through the air. The pain only grew when you landed hard on the ground, blood stinging your eyes and blocking your vision.

This. Is. Bullshit.

Previously:

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 38 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

Noah was stationed between my legs, his head on my chest as he held onto me.

His arms were tightly wrapped around me as if I was a life jacket and he was terrified of drowning.

We were both sitting in water that had dripped off our swim trunks and onto the tiled floor and we stayed like that.

I stayed with Noah, holding him, stoking his hair and rocking him for about ten minutes before he calmed down.

I had never seen Noah like that.

He didn't even know it was me when I rushed into the bathroom.

He was shoving me away.

I thought he said someone's name through his panic but I couldn't make it out but then he was calm.

"It's okay, Noah. It's me, you're safe," I kept telling him and eventually he looked up at me.

He was crying and I knew I was too just from seeing Noah break down like that.

It was heart breaking.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Shhh," I brushed the wet hair that stuck to his forehead, out of the way.

"It's okay. You have nothing to be sorry for."

He laid his head back down on me and just breathed and we stayed like that again for another five minutes before he sat up, wiping his eyes.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

He didn't speak, just played with my fingers and I wasn't going to make him speak.

Clearly something about his birthday triggered him which looked as though, no one 'including Kaitlyn' knew about.

So, I wasn't going to push the matter.

I was about to change the subject and suggest to get in warm clothes but he spoke...

"On my thirteen birthday... 'my golden'birthday'," he scoffed, resentful.

"My... my dad has this friend..."

My hand covered my mouth, I had a feeling, a God awful feeling, I knew where this was going.

I was trying so hard to keep it together for Noah as he continued.

"He was always around and always saying stuff to me and on my birthday... fuck, it's so embarrassing."

I held his face in my hands.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed and you also don't have to tell me but I'm here for you, if you do."

"I've never told anyone but I... I want to tell you but I don't want you to see me differently."

"Never," I told him firmly.

"You could never tell me a part of your past that would make me view you any different than how I see you now."

"It's not even anything," Noah downplayed it, then took a shaky breath.

"He only touched me and he... he made me touch him and that was it but it makes me feel so pathetic," Noah had tears falling down his face and I was choking back tears of my own.

"Fuck, I thought I was over it but I just... it's so stupid."

"It's not," I shook my head.

"And it's not something to quickly get over even after five years. He took a part away from you, Noah, you can take as much time as you need to heal and rebuild that part of you. There's no time limit for that. You're not pathetic. It's not stupid and you sure as hell shouldn't be embarrassed. You were a kid, Noah."

I didn't know if what I was saying was the right thing.

What could you say in a situation like this but I just hoped that what I was saying stuck with Noah.

No one deserved to experience what he went through and then to downplay the whole thing.

My heart was breaking for him as I watched him tremble and cry.

Noah just looked at me, searching my eyes and whether I told him the right thing or not, Noah said softly.

"Thank you for being here and staying with me."

"Of course, Noah, always."

"Sam, I..." Noah took a deep breath.

"I'm..." my heartbeat picked up pace.

Was Noah going to tell me...?

"Just really thankful to have you in my life."

I tried not to show disappointment as I smiled and pressed my lips to his.

I thought he was going to tell me he loved me.

"I'm thankful you're in my life too," I told him.

"I think I'm going to shower and go to bed. Could you let them know and maybe put my cheese cake in the fridge?"

I kissed his forehead.

"Yes, I can do that."

I stood up and held out my hand for him.

"I'll see you in the morning?"

He took my hand and I brought him up.

"Bright and early," he nodded, his eyes and face puffy from fallen tears and his nose, red.

I kissed him one more time before walking out of the bathroom.

Jason was sitting on the couch and stood up when he saw me.

"What's going on? Is he okay?"

I nodded.

I knew I had to tread water with how I answered the inevitable questions.

"He's okay. He had a panic attack. I'm not too sure why, he wouldn't tell me."

"Shit," Jason sighed looking guilty.

"I knew he didn't like his birthday but he seemed more happy lately, so," Jason shrugged.

"I don't know, I thought it'd be okay."

"It's not your fault," I told him.

"Noah's not mad at you guys or anything. You're a good friend, Jason but as you know, Noah has his demons and he keeps them to himself. All we can do is be there for him."

Suddenly, I was pulled into a hug.

"You're a good friend too. I'm sorry. I'm also really high," he confessed which made me chuckle and we pulled back.

"He wanted me to tell you guys that he's going to bed and to be honest, I don't want to go out there and have all of them bombard me with questions, so I'm just gonna' go to bed too."

"Say no more, I'll tell them everything."

I smiled gratefully before adding...

"Also, could you put his cake in the fridge?" I chuckled lightly.

"Already done."

I thanked Jason and we exchanged 'goodnights'.

That night, I never wanted anything more than to be in Noah's arms and fall asleep next to him.

[spacecadetspe]

A snippet from last year…

Apr.25, 2023

The Furies loved their new gear. I had the pleasure of testing each piece out, and they are beautifully lethal. The girls invited me to Tartarus to see them in action, and offered me a chance at some catharsis.

They did not warn me I would be seeing my nephew, the hero Jason, again.

Don't get me wrong, now. He's exactly where he belongs, at the end of Megaera's whip. Considering the oaths he broke, after all.

At first, I wasn't sure that a few hundred lashes at the horde of oathbreakers would help me. The one who broke his oaths to me would never cave to a good whipping. But I took up the whip, against the wailing of the damned, and struck out at them. I clapped back at promises of change and contrition.

"I spent my existence excusing and 'understanding'... making myself small and manageable for cretins like you. You broke the boundaries of your loved ones and benefited from their pain, and you're paying for it."

"I've changed!" cried Jason. "I've changed my ways! I'm not who I was before!"

I pointed my blade up under his chin. "Then show your contrition instead of begging for mercy. There's a reason pleading and wailing don't work here." I flicked the tip of my weapon. "Move on, Jason."

Alecto stepped in. "To where?"

"Out of my reach, before I swing again."

He scurried off, and I laid my concerns for my own situation before the furies.

"One thing you learn down here," said Megaera, "is that everyone has a breaking point." She advised me to test my friends as I test my weapons... and keep the wrong people at the business end of my sword.

Zoe says it's high time I trained a deputy to act in my stead. She's not wrong. After being injured by Arke, I've taken longer than usual to heal.

Almost immediately after the Furies' gear was done, the corruption at Muspelheim started gaining sentience, and the area had to be evacuated. I thought it would be at least another week before we went back. But... me being me, I hiked up my skirts and waded in. It wasn't too long until I reached my limit and had to back out again. Thankfully I was able to call my aspects and get help from Betelgeuse before everything went haywire.

My aspects who have become guides form a constellation known as Pandora's Jar. They will be keeping track of this ball of nastiness... and that is essentially what Mother has turned it into; a soccer ball for the astral guides. All that mess, and hurting myself all over again, for a toy. I was so frustrated...

Fortitude expressed his frustration with me. The meta was supposed to be a place to heal; a place where I could do anything I wanted. So why would I choose to hurt myself?

I retorted, of course. "Should I not have helped Arke? Should I not have helped the smiths at Muspelheim?" I told him, rather emotionally, that he was being impatient with me, and that a week is not enough time to heal.

"Well... sometimes I just don't know what to do," he said.

I kind of looked at him funny. "Sometimes I don't either."

"But babe, you're the only one who can really know what you need." Which, seriously, isn't at all true. "Saying that is just..."

I sighed. "I know. Unhelpful. Which is why all I can do sometimes is wait until it becomes clear. And that means I have to be patient."

That's all I need... someone to be patient with me.

That being said, I'm pretty sure I've exhausted Morpheus and Zoe, who tells me I shouldn't be getting into tussles like that in the first place. I'm not exactly sure who I should be delegating tasks of that magnitude toward, though.

Fortitude shrugged and said, "Anybody."

... No. Just no. If I'm getting hurt, then there's no way someone with literally 1/30th of the power I have is going to survive that shit. I can't call "just anybody." What nobody seems to understand is that I am the big guns. Who exactly is going to be able to withstand the sheer fucking pressure of what I do?

Morpheus' solution was to command Vassilios to follow me around; to shadow me until he can do what I do (Which I find pretty funny, in retrospect, since Vassilios is the Virtue of Loyalty, and Morpheus is just... his older brother). First and foremost, that's going to be hard because I'm convalescing and generally don't want to do shit. Secondly, that's going to be hard because most of what I do is really intense.

Case in point, Vasuki, the Naga king, came to visit me with Shiva in tow. He basically stapled my broken pieces together using his fangs. The miniscule amount of venom in his dry-bites swelled the tissues together so they could heal properly.

Vassilios says it's intense, and "wouldn't Zoe be better?"

I explained that I hadn't called either entity, they just showed up; and that healing is intense no matter what kind you go for.

He has been very sweet to me, though. He's brought me breakfast a couple days in a row, and has been asking pertinent questions regarding the role. He wants to know what I do with the Dreamlings, how I manage the smiths and the potential disagreements with the other factions... I guess I'll be grooming him for the role.

I know Cure wants to be a Virtue, or have a similar role... She was born to be a fantasy spirit, but I wouldn't be surprised with any role she takes. And Phobetor makes an excellent teacher, but I can sense that he too is eager to do more. Which, I guess, is why for now, Vassilios is a pretty good fit.

[freelosophy]

Just.. why? #1 - History is taught wrong.

Okay okay, so.. from what I've told you so far, maybe you were expecting something juicier than this as my next post. I know. But hey, this is what's on my mind. And maybe it is on your mind, too, if you are now or were recently attending, let's be honest, any school. And that's because what I want to discuss today is the way we teach history to kids and young adults. (Note that I am European so what I describe here might not apply to you, in which case, please share your experience and the degree to which it is different elsewhere!) When history lessons start, you hear about the creation of the universe and Earth. You learn about the past eras and you spend your first years memorizing names and dates of the events furthest from what you actually experience. You go through the age of dinosaurs, the bronze and other eras, the beginnings of humanity. After that, you start with early civilizations. Ancient Greece and Rome, the Middle Ages, Ressaisance, …, and to painful detail, your country's ancient history. Then, and only then, do you get to advance to the 20th century and the events leading up to the 21st century.

Due to this order of topics, however, you usually get to the 20th century and the end of it in your last year of wherever you currently are. Since there are a lot of events and little time to go through them, you're not explained what where and why in thorough detail, if at all, and a lot of what happened is looked at in a very simplified manner. And what happened at the start of the 21st century? Where could we find context for how things are right now? On the internet, on our own, if we have the time and interest.

Now today we ask "How is it possible that some people still sympathize with communism? How is it that there are people, who take Putin's side in what's happening in Ukraine? How in hell can people vote the way they do, and say the stuff they say?". And the answer is very simple. They have no clue about why anything is happening today. Why amazing sounding ideas, like communism, might be proven to be destructive in reality. Why somebody says that Ukraine is historically part of Russia and someone else says Russia was actually supposed to guarantee its integrity as a sovereign nation. Why countries are interacting with each other, and with their people, the way they are. They simply have NO CONTEXT.

Or at least most of them don't because, again let's be real, most people don't look these things up themselves, not in a way that would provide them with objective information. But they shouldn't have to! Why else are we studying history if not to learn from it? And that's where the system just stands on its head. Why in John Locke's name would you want to memorize anything about some Enlightenment in the 17th century IF you only find out literal years after those lessons that it laid the basis which our constitutions and societies were founded on. And that is obviously just one of an indefinite amount of examples I could've picked.

When you learn about what happened hundreds if not thousands of years ago first (and you have to memorize it, too!), why would an average person care? There is simply no reason. So they don't. They study for a test, write the test, forget what they studied, preferably as soon as possible, and they move on to the next topic. And another after that. And another after that. And.. wait.. why is this thing that I'm learning about happening again? It's like there were centuries of context for this that I have to understand before I can properly understand this. IF ONLY I learned what's happening first because THEN I would be interested in finding out the why.

That is the first problem this order of topics creates. If we taught what's happening right now, or at least what happened as close to now as we can try to objectively teach about, we could then teach from what that situation emmerged. And we would have years to go into detail about it. We could start in the immediate past and progress further. Gain deeper and deeper insight into how all this unfolded. And people might actually be interested in getting to learn about it.

But even if they weren't interested, and that is the second issue of the current system, they would at least know what is happening and be "forced" to know why. They would actually become informed citizens, able to make informed opinions on current events and vote reasonably. And they would learn this stuff from the start, from the age when they are forming their opinions. Current events would not be the last thing they hear about before they leave school, at which point they don't listen anyway.

Finally, I leave you with this: As a certain meme would say, "History needs to be taught retrospectivelly. Change my mind."

[crashdevlin]

Truth Hurts

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-eight of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Some secrets are revealed thanks to the Greek Goddess, Veritas. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!John x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3958

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of secrets and lies

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Dean looked like he was going to turn and run for a minute before he cleared his throat and shut the motel door. "Hey, Y/n."

You noticed almost immediately that he didn't seem shocked that you were alive. He did seem upset you were with John, his eyes flashing over your shoulder to his father.

"I'm gonna take the bags to the room to avoid this very awkward situation and give you and Y/n time to hash this out with each other," John said, suddenly. He pulled your duffel off your shoulder and started walking away.

"I didn't expect to see you so far from Lisa's place," you said. You hadn’t really meant to say that. It was like you couldn't stop the words. "Why are you here when you should be knee-deep in normal in Cicero?"

Dean bit his bottom lip for a second before sighing. "I'm on a job. Sam and me, we're-"

"You're not supposed to know Sam's alive. Sam said he wanted you to live a normal life and, yeah, I'm pretty sure he just wanted you out of the way so that he could try to get me to fuck with him again but we all said we were going to let you be happy." Your eyes went wide. Why did you say that?

"So you conspired with Sam to-"

"No, we all decided independently that you deserved to be happy. It actually killed me that Lisa and her son were the tools for your happiness. It really drove home how worthless I actually am that some woman you barely know can make you happy when I never could." The words came out easily. Almost nonchalantly, but the pain hit you hard as soon as the words met your own ears.

"Y/n, I-" Pain filled his eyes and sadness filled his scent.

"I visited you a couple times. I couldn’t help it. I knew that I shouldn't be there but I had to reinforce it. I had to prove to myself that you belonged there and I've never seen you smile like that. I stopped after John told me that Lisa got off the suppressants and her birth control. You were such a good dad to the boy, I'm sure you'd be great with a baby."

"I'm awkward with kids, Y/n. I'm not good with the--Lisa didn't stop taking her birth control, she went to an IUD. You thought we were tryin' for pups?" Dean asked, stepping closer.

"Of course I did. I assumed that the omega you dreamed of would give you all the things you ever wanted...all the things I couldn't give you." Again, the ease of the words leaving your mouth hid the pain that they caused you. "I think we all know I've been ruined for you since I was eighteen and time and tragedy didn't make comedy in this case, they just made more tragedy. And that’s okay. I'm gonna die young, anyway."

You stepped back away from him and shook your head. "I don't know why I'm saying this to you when you're always going to be someone else's. You've never cared about me the way I care about you. You only want me when you can't have me which is really the story of my life."

Dean shook his head. "You aren't ruined. Don't think--shit, this is not the truth I was hoping for."

"What?"

"There's a truth curse or something goin' on in Calumet and it seems I picked it up." He licked his lips and sighed. "Look, uh, go grab Dad and we'll talk the case out with Sam, okay?"

"Of course. I mean, running away and hiding from you and your 'pod person' brother has crossed my mind already but walking away when I haven't seen you in so many months is not an option."

"Pod person?" Dean's eyebrows went up. "You noticed he was weird, too."

"He's not all there. I figured that out when he admitted that he was going to rape me and didn't even bat an eye."

"He...what?"

"I'm gonna go get John," you said, walking away to the room. John left the bar up on the door so you just walked straight in. "Dean wants us in their room. There's a truth curse and Dean has it so we're gonna be dropping bombs. Run, if you don't want to tell him anything."

"You're staying?" he asked as you leaned against the doorframe.

"Might as well. I don’t think there's much more I can reveal. I already told him I watched him with Lisa and Ben...like a fucking creeper."

"Well, I'm not leaving you, so...truths might be awkward but...we'll deal. Come on."

You followed John to Sam and Dean's room. Sam was sitting on the edge of the closest bed. You looked away from him pointedly and he smirked. "Hi, Y/n. Dad," he greeted.

"Got tired of following me, you decided to pull Dean out of retirement?"

"Little more complicated than that." He stood and you had to force yourself not to cringe away from him. "I would have let him stay in suburbia but he was targeted by a djinn. Had to save his life."

You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. "About five months ago? That's when you had to pull him out, huh? That's when I stopped smelling you."

"And that’s when you started fucking Dad again?" You swallowed as he stepped even closer. "As soon as you thought you weren’t being watched? Fell right back into those old omega habits."

"Back off, Sam. Unless you wanna know what a shotgun up the ass feels like, you're going to keep your distance." Sam smirked as he stepped back. "You weren't just watching me, you were stalking me…and you don't get to say anything about my habits or who I've been sharing a bed with. You smell like a damn whorehouse."

"A guy needs hobbies."

"Can we not?" Dean walked out of the bathroom and gave a pointed look at Sam. "Let's just sit down and go over the job, okay? Can we do that?"

"Sure." Sam acquiesced easily and moved to sit down again but you shook your head.

"I can try to do that, but if Sam keeps looking at me like he's going to have his way with me, I'm going to lash out and then I'm going to run away, because I'm largely a coward when it comes to you three and I still don't understand why after all of these years." You bit your lip as hard as you could after you spoke. Guess there were more truths in you.

"You're an omega," Sam responded like it answered everything.

"Since when are you so sexist?" Dean asked, concern in his tone.

"I'm not. 'Sexist' implies I hate something about her being an omega. I don't. I just know that the reason she turns into a puddle of submissive goo around us is because we're alphas and she's an omega." Sam shrugged. "It's basic genetic imperative for her to get down on her knees in the presence-"

"She's the most badass omega we've ever met, Sam! She's-"

"Yeah, but she's still an omega, Dean," Sam interrupted easily. "She's built for submission, built for breeding. You put the world's most alpha alphas with any omega and it doesn’t fucking matter. I mean…" He chuckled and turned away. "Don't even gotta look at her. Omega, get on your knees."

You ground your teeth together as you fought against the Voice but you lost the fight. You dropped to your knees, sitting on your heels and looking down at the dingy carpet. Dean and John were too shocked at Sam's blatant rudeness to do anything as he turned and leaned over you. "If I wanted to have my way with you, I would just order you to strip and bend you over. I haven't done that. If you keep giving me attitude, I might. So maybe keep your comments to yourself."

You looked up as Dean's boots came into view and Sam's boots stepped back. Dean had his hand on his brother’s shoulder. "I don't know what's up with you but you need to back the fuck up off'a her. She's not your omega. Her marks are fucking gone...and you might not care what's rude anymore, but using the Voice on a 'mega that don't belong to you is not kosher, man." Dean let go of Sam and turned to you. "Omega, you can stand."

You stood angrily and looked away from them to John standing off by himself. "Can we get this over with? I'm itching to get back to killing shit."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, okay. So, pretty sure we're looking at the pagan goddess, Veritas. You know anything about-"

"We're gonna need dog's blood," you interrupted.

"Ya know, I almost gave you and Sammy up after your mother died," John said suddenly. "Thought about dropping you both at the fire station and driving away, starting over somewhere. Thought about leaving you with Jim and never coming back a couple times, too. Every time, I convinced myself that Mary would want you together, want you with me. Knowing what I know now, I think she would have rathered you go into the system than end up hunters."

"Dad." Dean swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. "Shut up." He licked his lips, throwing a glance to see if that admission got to Sam. It obviously didn't so Dean started to talk about the different victims. You listened intently, keeping your eyes off of Sam. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want to be around him. You didn’t want to be around Dean's curse. You just wanted to be alone. You just-

"I think about going back to the Underworld a lot," you admitted as Dean talked about the Biggerson's server. Everyone turned to look at you. "Being dead was boring but at least it wasn't painful. Does it count as suicide if all you do is bury a coin and get on a boat?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Speaking of...Omega, bring me that drachma." Sam demanded. Again, you tried to fight the Voice, but you couldn't. You stood and dug your hand into your pocket.

"Omega, stop," John demanded, overriding his son's order. "What the hell, son? What are you doing?"

"I'm removing the option for her painless suicide. You want to lose her like that, Dad? I thought you cared about her."

"I...I do care about her, but I'm not going to take away her choice. You have a habit of that, Sam, and it doesn’t endear you to anybody."

You looked over at John, grateful for his intervention. You needed the coin. The coin was a failsafe. It was a safety net.

"Look, can we just...can we focus on the job, please? Between surprise confessions on this side of the room and Sammy cutting Y/n down with a blunt fucking knife over here, I'm gettin' tired, okay? Let's get this done."

You all agreed to try and focus.

But of course, going against the Goddess of Truth was harder than it seemed. Going into Ashley Frank’s mansion to attack Veritas was a bad idea. She easily got the upper hand, forcing Dean to admit that he wanted to kill Sam because he thought he was a monster, but he was sure his brother was okay now that he asked him about something important knowing Sam couldn’t lie to him.

“And what about the girl? She’s such a pretty little ball of self-deprecation. How do you feel about her?”

You could see Dean fight to keep the words inside, but he growled and glared up at her. “I’m so in love with her that it hurts but I can’t let myself be with her because I know I’m gonna get her dead if I try to be with her for more than a few nights at a time.” Your eyes went wide as you tried to get out of the ropes binding you. “That’s why I let her pretend to be dead.”

“What?” you squeaked. Veritas looked over at you. “You knew?” The Goddess’ eyes moved back to Dean.

“Of course, I did. I could feel you in my soul, Y/n, and I smelled you every time you came to visit. God, it was so hard to be with Lisa the days after I smelled you in the yard...but I was hoping, when you stopped comin’, that you gave up on me. I really didn’t want you to end up with Dad again, though.”

Veritas turned to you. “And you? Why did you end up with Daddy again?”

“Because Dean was happy with Lisa...and I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”

“But he wasn’t. He already said he’s not a father, he’s a killer.” Veritas smirked as she looked over at Sam. “So, Sam walking back into your life must have been a relief. Hmm, Dean? Mallory to your Mickey. And how do you feel about the band getting back together?” She sat down beside Sam as you looked to John, lying on his side, hogtied. Everything hurt. Your head where she hit you, your heart where Dean did. You almost didn’t hear Sam’s response to Veritas.

“We watch out for each other...and that’s what’s important. And that’s it. That’s the truth.”

Veritas looked completely baffled as she shook her head and stood. “No. No, it’s not.”

Sam’s face went hard. “You said yourself, I can’t lie.”

“How are you doing that?” the goddess demanded. “That’s not possible. You’re lying to me!”

“No. I’m not!” Sam insisted, but everyone in the room knew he was.

“What are you?” Veritas looked at Dean. “What is he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam defended.

“Really? I doubt that. I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth right now. You’re not human,” she accused.

Dean looked scared and panic filled his scent. “What?”

“You didn’t know that? Now, that I believe,” Veritas commented as Sam got out of his binds and attacked her.

The fight was Veritas versus Sam and Dean, a blur of fists and hooks and knives dipped in dogs’ blood and then Dean holding a knife up to Sam, murderous intent in his eyes as you and John tried to get free.

“Dean, it’s me,” Sam tried to soothe his brother.

“You are not my brother,” Dean responded, advancing on him.

“Just listen.”

“What are you?!”

“I’m me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain.”

“Why the hell should I believe anything you say?”

“Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is. God’s honest...she was right. There’s something wrong with me, really wrong,” Sam admitted as you pulled your hand through the rope holding you. “I’ve known it for a while. I mean, since I was still stalking Y/n. I lied to you. Yeah. And...I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I knew there was a cure. Dean, and we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!”

“Handle it?! I could’ve died. I could’ve killed Ben.”

“And that should stop me cold. All of this should. But I--I just don’t feel it.”

“You what?” Dean asked as you pulled John up and circled closer to the brothers.

“Ever since I came back, I am a-a better hunter than I’ve ever been! Nothing scares me anymore! ‘Cause I can’t feel it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think...I need help.”

There was almost a begging quality to Sam’s eyes, and it seemed to have done the job to save Sam for a moment as Dean turned away and set the knife on one of the glass shelves beside him. You could see him warring inside of himself and saw the relief on Sam’s face when he realized that Dean wasn’t planning to kill him, anymore. Relief turned to shock as John and Dean launched at the largest Winchester, fists flying with rage and fear. Neither stopped until you stepped in, grabbing their jackets and pulling them off-balance to land on their asses beside Sam’s beaten and bloody body.

“We won’t be able to find out what’s wrong with him if you beat him to death.”

Dean kicked his legs out and ran his blood-stained hands down his face. “Fuck. What are we supposed to do now?”

“Same as always,” you said, offering your hand to him. “We figure out what we’re up against and then...we take it out. One way or the other.”

Dean licked his lips and looked at your hand for a moment before taking it and standing. He nodded and took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s do this. Dad, help me pick ‘im up.”

~~~

The news that Sam didn’t have a soul was, somehow, not that shocking. It was shocking that someone could be walking around without a soul in them, but it wasn’t really shocking that Sam didn’t have one. Not when you considered his actions, his tone, his lack of emotion.

“You’re stuck with the soulless guy,” he said, and he was right. Stuck in the Impala with Sam and John in the back as you drove toward the ‘Campbell Compound’. He was staring out the window, John was staring at him. You were staring at Dean.

You couldn’t get his words under Veritas’ influence out of your head. “I’m so in love with her that it hurts.” ‘So in love’, he said. He said he was in love...and he said he wanted you to be happy, but how were you supposed to be happy without him? He really thought you could be happy without him? He can’t pretend that he doesn’t know you’re in love with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew I was still alive?” you asked, when mulling it over in your head eventually got to be too much for you.

Dean looked over at you for a moment before focusing on the road again. “Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me you were alive?”

“I knew you wanted the normal thing. You deserved to be with her.” You turned sideways, looking at Sam and John with your peripheral vision for a minute before scratching at the back of your neck and turning your attention back to Dean. “She’s the woman of your dreams, Dean.”

“And you’re the woman I wished for,” he retorted quickly. “And I’ve dreamed of you, too, ya know?”

“What? I-I didn’t see any evidence of that in-”

“In my dreamscape one time when I was actively trying to push down anything I might be wanting because I knew that I was dying in a few months?” he snapped. He danced the tip of his tongue along the middle of his bottom lip before swallowing and clearing his throat. “I dreamed of you. Not...not picnics and little league, but...it was still...I’m not supposed to be normal, neither are you.”

“So...what you said...when Veritas asked how you feel about me…”

“Do we have to do this now? With your boyfriend and Soulless Wonder in the backseat?”

“When would be better? We don’t know when the next time we’ll get to talk is. We don’t know what’s waiting for us with Grandpa Campbell and the extended family. We don’t know where Sam’s soul is. We don’t know anything about anything and I want to know, finally, what you actually want out of life.”

The car filled with silence as Dean’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “You. I want you...more than I ever wanted normal,” he whispered, eventually.

"If you two need a few minutes, you can pull over and Dad and I can take a leak."

Sam's words broke the small spell that Dean’s had placed on you and you turned back toward the windshield. "Shut up."

"I mean, Dad probably needs a few minutes. He's just lost his omega again."

"Sam, she said shut it," Dean snapped.

"You gonna mark her this time, Dean? Maybe we can all take a piece of-"

John's fist zipped out and smashed into Sam's cheekbone. "Everyone has told you to shut up, son. You need to shut the fuck up."

Sam chuckled as he settled back into the leather. "Yes, sir. Wouldn't want to speak out of turn, sir."

"Yeah. This is fun." Dean shook his head and reached out to turn up the radio.

~~~

You and John waited in the car as Sam and Dean went into the compound to talk to Samuel and have Castiel check if the old man had a soul.

"You don't have to feel bad, no matter what Sam tries to say." You turned to look at John and he smiled. "You and Dean, you're finally being honest with each other again. There's no reason not to be with him."

"You won't be mad?" you asked, softly.

"Do you feel anger from me?" You didn't feel anything but concern so you shook your head. "Look, kid. I care about you and I feel you in my soul, just like Dean said back in Illinois, but I...I can't ever love you. Mary took my heart when I was an actual young man and she will never be replaced. I can't ever love you how you deserve. I can care about you and I do, but Dean loves you." John leaned forward and rested his chin on the back of the front seat, staring into your eyes. "He's finally come to his senses and fessed up to how he feels and I will not stand in the way of that. I won't demand you adhere to pack dynamics or try to stop you. You and Dean deserve the hunter-normal that he dreamed of."

You smiled softly. "Thank you, John."

"I'm still here for you," he said sincerely. "Whenever you need me, I'm here."

"I'm glad to have you. I...I don’t anticipate smooth sailing here and I'm just...I'm glad you're sticking around."

"We never have had smooth sailing. We always manage."

"Yes, we do."

"So...Samuel's got a soul," Dean said as soon as he pulled open the driver’s door and dropped into the front seat. "I'm not exactly sure where to go from here on Sam's situation, but we got roped into a job with Grandpa and the cousins so, uh, we're...Sam and I are gonna-"

"What, just the two of you?" You shook your head in confusion. "Why?"

Dean's cheeks went pink as he caught your eyes. "The cousins are all alphas, even Gwen. They're not...they're kinda antagonistic on a good day and Sam told me that they're pretty archaic on the whole 'omega hunter' thing. They give Samuel shit for teaching Mom how to hunt; they wouldn't be cool with you tagging along. And Samuel straight-up hates Dad's guts so…" Dean cut his eyes at John in the back. "I'm gonna drop you and Dad in town while we go after this vamp nest." Green eyes went soft as he looked back at you. "And when I get back...we'll talk. Okay?"

You could tell he meant "We'll talk about our future," so you just nodded.

"All right. Let's get you outta here while they get prepped." He turned the engine over and reversed out of the drive, heading for the closest town. He reached out and gently grabbed the back of your neck, applying comforting pressure as he drove. In that small action, things seemed like they were going to be okay.

~~~

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[kimabutch]

neon yang was directly a part of the harassment, but they did say that isabella fall's editor shouldnt have let her publish her story to prevent this, effectively laying the blame on fall for what happened. and their apology didnt meet their own standards for a sincere apology,, based on their own tweets about what insincere apologies look like. Yang is definitely a transmisogynist, and trying to paint them as the victim when they still have a thriving career and Fall went back into the closet is ridiculous. People voicing frustrations with Yang and the way other people, most of whom were tme, responded to Fall's harassment isnt comparable to what happened to fall

Hi! I would really, really prefer if you would offer proof with what you're saying, as opposed to just your own statements. You're an anonymous stranger — I don't know anything about you and I don't have a reason to trust what you say over the history I can uncover. Additionally, please let me know what you're hoping for me to do with your statements. I'm assuming that you don't want me to recommend Yang's books anymore, but I'm not sure.

Going through what you said bit by bit:

neon yang was directly a part of the harassment, but

I'm assuming that your "was directly" is supposed to be "wasn't directly" because of the "but" and the fact that I laid out why I didn't think Yang's vaguetweeting after the fact constitutes harassment.

they did say that isabella fall's editor shouldnt have let her publish her story to prevent this, effectively laying the blame on fall for what happened.

I would like some proof of this because I can't find any. I've included at the bottom (under the cut) every single thing I can find from Yang about the incident, and nowhere in this do they say that Fall's editor shouldn't have let her publish the story. Please send me evidence of this, because it's possible I've missed something important here.

and their apology didnt meet their own standards for a sincere apology,, based on their own tweets about what insincere apologies look like.

I would like some context for this part, because I don't know what you're talking about with regards to their own tweets about "insincere apologies." I assume it's in a Twitter thread that they deleted or something, because I can't find anything about this through Google.

Yang is definitely a transmisogynist,

You haven't explained in what way they're a transmisogynist.

and trying to paint them as the victim when they still have a thriving career and Fall went back into the closet is ridiculous. People voicing frustrations with Yang and the way other people, most of whom were tme, responded to Fall's harassment isnt comparable to what happened to fall

I'm not saying (and Yang didn't say) that Yang's a victim, that no one should voice their frustration, or that people's response to Fall and Yang are comparable. What I'm talking about is whether people should still recommend Yang's books, which is what I was doing. I haven't seen a good explanation, based on proof, why I shouldn't recommend their books.

Please don't contact me again about this unless you have proof (you can submit it to me if that's easier) of something transmisogynist that Yang did or said, or if you can explain clearly how Yang's own words that I've quoted here are transmisogynist. I won't publish any more of your asks unless you do this.

Everything I can find about what Yang said about the Fall situation:

Jan 14 2020, Twitter (source):

Art is not more important than people. When your failed experiment burns half the room it was contained in, are you not also culpable for the damage you've caused? I don't intend to debate this on twitter. In my real life, I am surrounded by people and systems, every single day, who don't think my feelings about gender are valid. I don't have the energy to fight people whom I thought would be on my side.

Jan 16 2020, Twitter (source):

the past few days have taught me that lots of cis folk's allyship ends where their personal interest in the pain of trans people begins. our lived experiences, our hurt and trauma, are not your fucking petri dish.

June 30 2021, quoted in Vox (source):

When the story was first published, we knew nothing about Isabel Fall’s identity, and there was a smattering of strange behavior around the comments and who was linking to it that led people to suspect right-wing trolls were involved in this. In hindsight, they were probably just drawn by the provocative title and possibly did not even read the story. And yes, it seems like an overreaction on the part of the trans people who responded this way, but being trans in this world is having to constantly justify your right to existence at all, and when you’re forced to be on the defensive all the time, everything starts to look like an attack.

July 1 2021, Twitter (source):

Hey, I’m getting a bunch of blowback from people b/c of the Vox article on Isabel Fall since I’m quoted in it, so I thought I’d say something a little more in-depth about the issue. First of all: Isabel, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about how badly hurt you were by the response to your story. I’m sorry if anything I said on Twitter contributed to the harm. You matter to me as a trans person, because trans folk matter to me. I’m sorry you were hurt. Forgive me. I sent a statement to @/emilyvdw when she reached out to me b/c I didn’t have the spoons to be interviewed (hi! i've been deeply depressed for months! I'm not okay!) but I wanted to say something that perhaps better contextualised why people reacted the way they did. B/c I'm uncomfortable with the narrative that the people who publicly processed their hurt & confusion did so maliciously, in order to destroy a trans person's life and career. Because no. They were hurt. And confused. And their reactions were genuine. (I specifically use 3rd person bc I was not hurt by the story. I actually quite liked it? I did read it. But I also understood why people reacted they did, when no-one (but Neil Clarke, I guess) knew Isabel was trans.) In my statement to Emily I said, "Being trans in this world is having to constantly justify your right to existence at all, and when you’re forced to be on the defensive all the time, everything starts to look like an attack." Did it get out of hand? Yeah. I think that's the nature of Twitter, it's like a forest fire, you cannot control who says what about things that you say. It burned Isabel badly and we can't take that back. That fact hurts. But I also wish there was some compassion shown to the people who lit the first spark. They aren't evil. Just trans people too used to being hurt by a world that hates trans people. I think people want to be like "I was Right and Good on this issue, and everyone who disagreed with me was Wrong and Evil", but that's not how it is. And I don't want to treat it like it is. And that's about it. If people want to label me as a transphobe, a transmisogynist, or anti-art over this, I can't stop them. It's the nature of the beast. I have to accept it as a public person expressing public opinion. It's all I can do.

[evierena]

The Brothers eavesdropping to MC accidentally confessing their undying love for them. Part 2

INTRO

MC was having their monthly catch-up call with their best friend in the Human Realm. At first, their friend could not believe the situation MC was living, but after a few calls they had finally come to accept the whole "I was summoned to Hell, but it's called Devildom, and now I have to live with 7 hot demon brothers and they are actually kinda nice" situation (yeah, Levi would be proud of my naming skills). Anyhow, during this specific call MC was filling in their friend with the latest update on their newfound feelings for one of the brothers, not knowing that said brother was actually outside their room, eavesdropping! And then, their friend asks "What is it about him that you love so much?"

What did MC respond? How did that brother react and what did he do with that information? Well, let's see...

Asmodeus

- Impromptu spa night!

- That's what he was thinking when he headed to your room, wanting to test a few new products he just gotten his hands on.

- Of course, he had to stop for a second to fix his already perfect hair before going in your room, and that's how he got to listen to your friend through the phone asking:

- "Why do you love this Asmo guy so much?"

- Asmo's eyes went 👀 and he decided to stay a little longer just outside your door.

- "Well, that's easy. Because he's been so sweet and supportive of me, he always tries to bring a smile to my face, he also knows when to stop his innuendos and respect my physical boundaries. Everyone else just see the Avatar of Lust in him, sometimes I feel like even he just thinks of himself as just lust embodied, but I think he has a lot more to offer than just mind blowing sex. He's more fragile than he lets on, his sassy and mean façade are to cover up his insecurities and his vulnerability. He's the King of Self Care but that doesn't mean he loves himself as much as he proclaims, actually I think that the first is a way to make up for the lack of the latter. However, I see the way he craves non sexual affection, the sweet and soft sides of love that he's been denied for his sin. I see all of that and I think he's still the most beautiful being I've ever laid eyes upon, and I have already met another fallen angels, angels, demons and humans. Also, I've seen the way he can create something beautiful out of scraps, how he can redecorate and sew together clothes, accessories and a lot of other cute little trinkets, his creativity is really impressive and I'm so proud of him. I love Asmodeus like I've never loved anyone else in my life".

- Asmo let himself draw another breath in when he finished listening to your accidental confession.

- You loved him for himself. You saw beyond his mask, and still thought of him as the most beautiful being in your life.

- Asmodeus was crying, relieved and moved. He felt the familiar warm and fuzzy feeling he usually felt when he would catch you staring lovingly at him.

- The fifth born was no fool, he caught you multiple times sighing after him, but he was never sure what you meant. Were you desiring him just as much as he was for you? Was there something more? Would he be ready to accept it if it wasn't? Could he recover from being seen just as Lust by you of all people? He wasn't sure, which is why he hadn't acted on his feelings any more than the usual.

- But now, he had the words he longed to hear from you. He was trembling from happiness, he was ecstatic, he couldn't help himself from bursting into your room, catching you in your comfy pj's, hair pulled back and cellphone in front of your face while your best friend continued talking through the camera, but you were busy staring at the tearful pink haired demon.

- He knelt beside you in your bed, he hold your face toward him, skin products forgotten in the floor, and he started to pepper your face in kisses mumbling in between how much he loved you too, and how happy he was to have met you.

- In conclusion, hearing your thoughts about him eased his worries and encouraged him to finally claim the sweet love he's been craving from you.

Beelzebub

- Sweet hungry boy was in his way to the kitchen, and when he passed by your door, he started craving something other than food, something more like your company, so he decided to ask you if you wanted a late night snack with him.

- Of course, because this is how it works, just as he was going to knock on your door, he heard loud and clear.

- "So, you're saying you fell in love with Beelzebub"

- That wasn't your voice, actually, he remembered it from that time he was in your room watching a movie and you received a call from the human realm, it was your best friend from there, right? Then, what were they talking about?

- "Yes" you replied.

- "But why? Can you explain it to me?"

- Boi, did he forgot all about his cravings, all he wanted to hear was your response.

- "Beelzebub is the prime example of a gentle giant. He is so, so, so gentle with me, except for that one time, but still. I love how calm it is to be with him, how honest he is with his feelings for his brothers or in general, he isn't afraid to say he loves them, specially Belphie. I love how easily he welcomed me into his family, I love the way he earnestly tries to control his stomach, I'm saddened thinking that his sin consumes so much of him, but I'm amazed that even like that, he still has so many different thoughts and feelings aside from food and hunger. He is so soft and he works hard, he doesn't talk much but what he says, he means it completely, he protects me from everyone even himself. I'm completely smitten for him, honestly, if he asked me, I would let him eat me alive, but at the same time I know he would never hurt me. His presence has helped me go through so much. When I'm stressed he's always there to let me vent or to reassure me that I can keep going, to offer me his precious snacks when I'm tired, and his hugs when I'm feeling down. I... I love Beel."

- An unaware ear to ear smile was present in the orange haired demon, his heart and stomach agreeing that what he needed now was to hold your human form in his arms and treasure you for the rest of his immortal life.

- What was the best way to convey his feelings to you? He didn't want to upset you by admitting he had eavesdropped in your private conversation with your friend, but he wanted, craved and needed to express his own feelings.

- Of course, food and cuddles.

- So he continued to head toward the kitchen and he began to gather your favorite snacks, well, what he could gather given that the kitchen rather lacked all your human preferences but he managed somehow.

- And then, he went straight to your door, this time knocking before he heard anything else.

- When you opened and saw the huge and adorable demon, holding food and with an excitement you couldn't quite understand in his purpleish eyes, you let him right in.

- Your phone call was finished and so, Beel sat down in your bed and offer you the snacks.

- When you asked why he simply said "Because I love you"

- Damn this beautiful, smooth, adorable giant. Now you were blushing and your brain scrambled trying to find an answer for such a sudden confession.

- After that initial shock, you also responded to him with your own feelings, and he began to explain that both his heart and his hunger, although never truly satisfied, were now fuller thanks to you and your presence in his life. And that is as much of a romantic confession you'll get, because for him, that is honestly how he feels and he hopes you understand what he truly means.

- Of course you do, and you're about to cry because omg your crush just confessed to you.

- Then he gives you the snacks, and he said he was sorry for not being sorry for eavesdropping on you earlier.

- What can I say? You said you loved his honesty.

- In conclusion, Beel is more satisfied now that he listened to your confession, and is even more now that he also confessed. Now you both get to be full and satisfied with each other.

Belphegor

- In his defense, he technically wasn't eavesdropping, it was your fault for not realizing that he was also in the attic, under the covers in one recondite corner, half asleep.

- So, you were talking with your bestie, and your laughs and antics while updating them on your life, woke him up completely, but he was having fun listening to the way you retell your adventures with him and his brothers.

- And then, your friend asked: "Soo, MC, have you finally confessed to sleepy boi?"

- Well, well, what do we have here? Thought Belphie, even more invested in your conversation now that it had took a turn to his liking.

- "Of course not! These days I have been so conscious about him I can't look at him much less be alone with him to even think of confessing"

- Oh, so that's why it seemed like you were avoiding him.

- Honestly, Belphie thought you had finally come to your senses and realize you shouldn't involve yourself with him for your own good. He was hurt, it hurt him more than he was willing to admit, and he had isolated himself to also avoid you, so it wouldn't hurt as much. That was the reason he was in the attic that night.

- "Anyway, MC, just let me ask one more time, why is it that you love Belphegor so much?"

- He heard the hitch in your breath, he heard you inhale and exhale deeply, but he himself stopped breathing at all, an he stayed still trying to attract the least attention to himself in the corner. He felt a light blush paint his cheeks, sweat forming in his forehead.

- "Well, even though we started off badly, he has repent himself, he is still trying to earn my forgiveness, it doesn't matter how many times I tell him I already did. He understands me, he gives me a safe space to just sleep and let go of my stress, he listens when I want to vent, and I honestly find his humor hilarious and relatable. He is a bit bratty but I find it so cute. And he is hurting so deeply, he has been for so many years, so beyond our existence and just now he is starting to open up, to let go, and heal, it's just beautiful. Belphegor is so simply beautiful, his soft smile, his lazy eyes, his crazy bedhair, his low and raspy voice. I love everything about him, and I will give all that I own to know more, to see more, to be there when he realizes his own worth"

- The youngest brother was blushing, and his heart was beating fast and loud in his chest, he felt a warmth spread through his veins he had missed during the last days without you.

- Belphegor knew right there, he was done for, it wouldn't matter whatever happened, it wouldn't matter what anyone said, he was going to love you for all eternity, and he would spend every second he could with you, treassuring you and loving you.

- Starting now.

- Belphie got up from his spot in the corner, startling you, he gathered his blankets and pillows and brought them to you, ignoring the fact that you were a panicking, blushing, stuttering mess.

- "Belphie... I was... It's just... It isn't... I-I" he put a finger in your lips, effectively shutting you up, he took your phone, and pressed it against his ear.

- "It's bedtime, so excuse us" and hung up.

- His heterochromatic eyes never leaving your e/c ones, his finger still pressed against your mouth, pillows and blankets surrounding both of you, his scent flooding your senses.

- You saw a smile pulling his lips up, his eyes admiring you with such soft love. His hand moved to cup your face, and he brought you in for a small kiss.

- And then he fall in the sea of fluffly warm beneath him, dragging you along, and he made sure to find the most comfortable position for both, one that allowed him to hold you and the he whispered.

- "I love you too, dummy"

- In conclusion, when Belphegor accidentally finds out about your feelings for him; he basks in the most sweet and peaceful dream he's ever had, with you right in his arms.

I struggled for months to write Belphie's part, but I finally did it & I quite like it.

Again, if you find any mistake, please, kindly point it out for me, so I can get better.

Thank you for reading and have a great day/night!

Atte. Evie

Edit: Here’s Part 1

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