#bit heavier than I usually go but I had a vision

[theflyingkipper]

Traintober Day 5: Exhibition

철마는 달리고 싶어한다

[fleming-o]

A little to much - BarcaFem X TeenReader

when school and being a footballer becomes to much, your teammates are there to help out

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You’d been hiding it for weeks now. Every missed assignment, every test returned with red marks, every moment in class where you felt like your brain was moving slower than everyone else’s. It started small—a late homework submission here, a careless mistake on a quiz there—but it piled up quickly.

The pressure grew heavier with each day, but you kept it to yourself. The girls on the team had so much going on, and you didn’t want to add your problems to their already full plates.

They were your family, though. Barça Femení wasn’t just a team. From the moment you joined, they’d taken you in like you belonged. You looked up to them, especially the older girls like Mapi, Alexia, and Ingrid.

They were always so strong, so put together. They didn’t let anything break them, at least not on the surface. You wanted to be like them—resilient, someone they could rely on. So you kept pretending everything was fine.

But lately, it wasn’t fine. At all.

You stared down at the test paper in front of you, the big red "D" at the top staring back at you like it was mocking you. Your heart pounded, and the edges of your vision blurred.

The classroom felt too loud, too bright, and your stomach twisted in knots. How were you going to fix this? How were you going to explain this to your teachers, your parents, your teammates?

You stuffed the paper deep into your bag, hoping no one would notice. But that didn’t make the problem go away.

---

That evening at practice, you couldn’t concentrate. Your passes were sloppy, your focus drifted, and your usual energy was nowhere to be found.

Mapi gave you a curious look at one point, raising an eyebrow in question, but you forced a smile and carried on. You could feel your mask cracking, though, and it was taking everything in you to keep it together.

“Everything okay?” Aitana asked as the team gathered to stretch at the end of training. You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say more. You could feel the lump forming in your throat, but you swallowed it down.

Once practice ended, the team started to disperse, heading to the locker rooms. You were the last to leave the field, hoping no one would notice how slow you were moving. You just needed a moment to collect yourself. Just a moment.

But Mapi was waiting for you at the entrance.

“Hey, you’ve been off all day,” she said, her voice casual but laced with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t buy it. “You’re not fine. Talk to me.”

You wanted to, you really did. But the thought of burdening her with your problems made your chest tighten. You shook your head and started walking past her, hoping she’d drop it.

She didn’t.

“Hey, wait a second,” Mapi called after you, following closely behind. “What’s going on? You can tell me.”

“I said I’m fine!” you snapped, more harshly than you meant to. The second the words left your mouth, regret flooded through you. Mapi froze, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t say anything.

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. You couldn’t let her see you like this. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

Mapi stepped closer, her expression softening. “It’s okay. But I know something’s wrong. You’re not yourself, and I’m worried about you.”

You bit your lip, debating whether to tell her. But before you could say anything, Mapi’s eyes flicked to your bag. The zipper was slightly open, and the corner of a crumpled piece of paper stuck out.

“What’s that?” she asked, reaching for the paper before you could stop her.

“No, wait—” you tried, but it was too late.

Mapi unfolded the test paper, her eyes scanning the red marks and the big “D” at the top. Her face fell, and she glanced back up at you, her expression unreadable.

“Is this what you’ve been hiding?” she asked softly.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears came fast, and you covered your face with your hands, trying to hide how embarrassed you felt. “I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I didn’t want you guys to know. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Mapi stepped forward, pulling you into a tight hug. “Disappoint us? Are you serious?”

You cried harder, unable to stop. “I’ve been messing up at school for weeks, and I’m trying, I swear, but I just can’t keep up. I thought I could fix it on my own, but it’s getting worse, and I’m so tired of pretending like I’m okay.”

Mapi didn’t let go, holding you close as you sobbed into her shoulder. She rubbed your back, her touch grounding you, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

“You don’t have to pretend with us,” she whispered. “You’re allowed to struggle, you’re allowed to ask for help. We love you no matter what.”

You stayed like that for a while, just letting yourself cry as Mapi held you. When your tears finally slowed, she pulled back and wiped your face with her sleeve.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and talk to Ingrid and Alexia. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

---

The walk to the locker room felt like forever, the weight of your shame still heavy on your shoulders. But when you walked in, it wasn’t judgment you were met with—it was concern and warmth.

Alexia was the first to notice. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes flicking between you and Mapi.

“She’s been having a hard time at school,” Mapi explained gently, not going into too much detail but saying enough for the others to understand.

Alexia frowned, crossing the room to stand beside you. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You shrugged, still too embarrassed to meet her eyes. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

“You could never be a burden,” Alexia said firmly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We all go through hard times, and we help each other. That’s what family does.”

Ingrid, who had been listening quietly, came over and gave you a quick hug. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ve all struggled at some point. It doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

You felt a rush of gratitude towards them. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d needed to hear those words until now.

“Can you show us what you’re working on?” Ingrid asked gently. “Maybe we can help.”

The idea of letting them see your grades made your stomach twist, but you knew it would help to open up. Slowly, you pulled out your notebook and showed them the mess of notes, half-finished assignments, and crumpled test papers. It felt like exposing your vulnerabilities, and you braced yourself for their reactions.

“Wow, you’ve got a lot on your plate,” Mapi said, flipping through the pages. “This is more than just a few mistakes.”

“Yeah, it’s overwhelming,” you admitted, your voice small. “I thought I could handle it, but everything just feels… too much.”

Alexia nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. Sometimes, things pile up, and it can be hard to catch your breath. But that’s why we’re here. We can help you make a plan.”

“Let’s break it down together,” Ingrid suggested. “We’ll tackle one thing at a time. You don’t have to do this alone.”

As they started discussing strategies and ways to manage your workload, you felt a flicker of hope igniting within you. Maybe you could turn this around. With their support, it felt possible.

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After a while, practice resumed, but this time, it was different. You felt lighter, bolstered by the knowledge that you weren’t alone. Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia stayed close, offering encouragement and support as you practiced. Their presence was comforting, and it made the drills feel a little less daunting.

However, as the days went on, the school anxiety didn’t just disappear. It loomed over you, lurking in the corners of your mind. You began dreading going to class, fearing the possibility of more bad grades.

The panic bubbled beneath the surface, and each time a teacher handed back a paper, your heart raced, worrying about what mark would greet you this time.

One afternoon, during a particularly tough math class, you felt that panic rise again. You stared at the equations on the board, but they swirled into a jumbled mess. It felt like the walls were closing in. You glanced around at your classmates, who all seemed to understand while you were drowning in confusion.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you rushed out of the room, needing fresh air. You felt trapped, your mind racing. The anxiety became too much, and the tears began to fall as you stepped into the hallway.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you landed on Mapi’s name. Your fingers hovered over the screen as you hesitated, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You called her, your heart pounding in your chest. When she answered, her voice was warm and welcoming. “Hey! What’s up?”

“I need help,” you managed to say, your voice shaky.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you,” Mapi said immediately, her tone turning serious.

“In school. I just… I can’t,” you said, and you felt a wave of shame wash over you again.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Just breathe, okay? You’re not alone.”

A few moments later, Mapi texted saying she was out front.

You walked outside, the cool air hitting your face like a refreshing splash of water. It felt calming, grounding. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself as Mapi looked at you with gentle eyes from the car as you sat down.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You hesitated for a moment before spilling everything—the stress of school, the panic attacks, the feeling of inadequacy. It all came tumbling out, and Mapi listened patiently, her gaze unwavering.

“I thought I could handle it,” you said, your voice breaking. “But I just keep messing up, and I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”

“Hey, listen to me,” Mapi said firmly. “You’re not letting anyone down. We’re here for you, no matter what. It’s okay to struggle, and asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. Mapi wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You let the tears fall freely now, finally allowing yourself to feel all the weight that had been pressing down on you.

---

When you finally calmed down, Mapi pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “You’re going to get through this. We’re going to figure it out together. I promise.”

As you stood there, a little breathless from the outpouring of emotions, you knew she was right. You still had a long way to go, but now you didn’t have to do it alone.

Later that night, you texted Alexia and Ingrid to meet up for a study session. When they arrived, you felt a little spark of determination. You didn’t have to be perfect.

You just had to keep trying, and with the support of your teammates, you felt ready to face whatever came next.

The following days were still tough, but you faced them with the knowledge that you had your family beside you. Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia always checked in, offering encouragement and reminding you that it was okay to lean on them when things got overwhelming.

After a few weeks of hard work, you started to see progress. Your grades began to improve, and while the anxiety still lurked in the background, you felt a little more in control. With every small victory, you gained a bit more confidence, a little more strength to face your challenges.

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One evening after practice, you sat in the locker room with Mapi and Ingrid, laughing over something silly.

The warmth of camaraderie surrounded you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt light. The worries of school were still there, but you had a plan now, and you had people who believed in you.

“See? You’re doing amazing,” Mapi said, nudging you playfully. “I told you we’d figure it out.”

You smiled back at her, feeling the gratitude swell in your chest. “Thank you for being there for me.”

Ingrid added, “That’s what family is for. We lift each other up.”

As you shared stories and laughter with your teammates, you realized that while the journey ahead might still be tough, you wouldn’t have to face it alone.

With the support of your teammates, you knew you could tackle anything that came your way.

And in that moment, surrounded by the girls who had become your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them, one step at a time.

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[inkedinshadows]

Alcohol and Giggles

Day 22: Drunk sex — Cassian x f!reader

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, just two drunken idiots in love tbh

Word count: 1.810

A/N: I'm so happy to finally share this one because it's one of my favorites and I think it's cute 💫

You stumbled back toward the bed, never once breaking the sloppy kiss you and Cassian had been sharing since the moment you staggered through the door.

Both of you were already half-naked, though you had no recollection of exactly when or where your clothes had been discarded. You’d had too many drinks at Rita’s, and though you couldn’t remember the last time you drank so much, a heated glance and a tantalizing touch had been enough to set both of you off on a frenzy the likes of which you hadn’t felt since accepting the mating bond.

The back of your legs hit the bed, and you gladly fell onto it, pulling Cassian down with you. What you didn’t realize was that your mate was much heavier than you. In his drunken state his reflexes weren’t as sharp as usual, and you did not have the strength to hold him up.

Cassian clumsily fell on top of you, bumping his forehead against yours. He groaned, but you couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you cupped his face to bring him closer. “Here, let me kiss it better.”

Amusement sparkled in his hazel eyes. “You could kiss something else better.”

You frowned. “Your lips?”

“My cock.”

You stared at each other for a moment, smirks blooming on your faces. Without wasting any more time, you finished shedding the rest of your clothes. Once you were both naked, you lay prone next to him where he sat on the side of the bed. Your vision was a bit blurry on the edges, but when you fixed your eyes on his crotch, everything was clear enough.

Cassian was still soft, and as you wrapped your lips around his cock, a rush of excitement cursed through your body at the prospect of feeling him swell in your mouth while you sucked him off. One of his broad hands held your hair back as you worked him, a small groan escaping him. His other hand caressed down your back, then your ass, before parting your legs to find your clit. Deft fingers teased you until you were wet enough for them to slip inside, and you moaned softly around him.

After a few minutes, you were about to come. And yet, despite your best efforts, Cassian wasn’t hard yet. For the first time since you had known him, your mate couldn’t get an erection.

“Why isn’t it working?” he complained as you let him slip out of your mouth and he pulled his fingers out of you. No point in going on if it didn’t get you anywhere.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, though you hid your own disappointment. “Maybe it’s just not the right time.”

His wings rustled softly behind him as he whined, “But I want you, baby. I swear I do, I promise…”

You chuckled as he rambled on about how much he really wanted you, but your attention quickly shifted to his wings when they again moved slightly, and an idea burrowed its way into your intoxicated mind.

“Can I touch your wings?” you interrupted him, a hand already extended toward the one closer to you.

Cassian stilled, and for a moment you thought he might refuse, but then he grinned and unfolded them to grant you better access, clearly catching on to your plan. Your fingers wandered over the sensitive skin for a few seconds before finding the right spot. Just as you brushed it, he groaned and got hard right under your watchful gaze.

With a smile, you pulled your hand away and turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Still want me to kiss it better?”

Cassian snorted. He scooped you up without a word, and you let out a little shriek. He placed you in the center of the large bed, spreading your legs and settling between them. You watched him kneel there, taking in the tattoos and the wings and the sculpted body, and you couldn’t tell if your head was spinning from the alcohol or from his beauty.

“I want to fuck you now,” he finally said, his voice a low growl that made you shiver.

But as he grabbed your thighs, Cassian just frowned down at your still dripping folds. His confused expression made you giggle, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

“What is it?”

He looked even more worried. “Your cunt… there’s two of them.”

“What?!”

For a moment, fear coiled in your gut at the news. How could you not have noticed it before? Then, your drunk brain finally processed Cassian’s words, and you burst out laughing.

He looked at you, visibly outraged by your lack of concern. “Why are you laughing?” He sounded on the verge of a panic attack. “This is a serious issue!”

You laughed even harder, but in between fits, you managed to say, “Cass, baby… you’re seeing double!”

His eyes narrowed as he stared between your legs as if trying to make sense of the situation, until finally, “Ohhh.”

He chuckled along with you as he leaned over. You lay back down and let him press you into the mattress, his arms bracing on either side of your head.

“So I can fuck you as usual?” he murmured in what you assumed was supposed to be a sensual tone, but it somehow came out as really cheeky.

You smiled and nodded nonetheless. “Yes, you can fuck me. And please do. I want to be fucked.”

Cassian answered with a hungry kiss. He snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. You waited to feel the familiar stretch, but instead he began to poke around.

You giggled at the almost ticklish feeling, sure that he would soon thrust into you. When he didn’t, you raised your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” you questioned. Was this some kind of new foreplay he wanted to try?

His words were a mumble you could barely understand. “I can’t find it…”

“What?”

The poking continued, a bit more aggressively.

“I can’t find it!”

Your eyes widened and you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh again or sigh in frustration. “Cass, you know exactly where it is! You touched me just a moment ago.”

“I’m telling you I can’t find it, Y/N!”

He pulled himself up to kneel between your legs again. Brows furrowed, cock in his hand, he put all his focus in nudging his tip around to find the right spot. He was even biting his lip.

You had to admit that there was something extremely sexy about how concentrated he looked.

And then he finally found your entrance, and you moaned as you felt him slowly slide inside of you.

“Oh, there she is,” he groaned once he was fully seated.

All the alcohol you’d had over the night was really going to your head because you couldn’t stop giggling at his comment even after he began to thrust.

Cassian set a slow pace, hands on your hips. His face was still contorted in concentration as he looked at you. “Am I doing it wrong?”

A weird sound came out of you, somewhere between a chuckle and a moan as his cock brushed that sensitive spot on your walls.

“No,” you managed to get out. Your belly was starting to ache from all the laughter. “No, it’s great…”

“Then why are you laughing?” he asked, giving a few tentative rolls of his hips.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the giggles, covering your face with your hands as you did. “I can’t help it… I’m drunk, Cass.”

Cassian leaned over and gently grasped your wrists to pull them away from your face. That look of concern vanished now that he knew it wasn’t his fault, replaced by his beautiful smile.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I love your laugh.”

For some reason, it made you want to laugh again, but you held it back this time. Freeing your hands from his grip, you traced the contour of his lips with a finger. He left a tiny kiss on its tip.

“I love your smile,” you whispered back. “I just love you.”

Said smile only widened at your words, so much that you could have sworn it lit up the whole room. Or maybe that was the bond between your souls, thrumming with golden light. Either way, even drunk, Cassian’s eyes shone with unbridled affection and care.

“I love you too.”

When he kissed you, you lifted your legs to wrap them around his waist, your heels digging slightly into his butt cheeks in a silent request to move a little faster. He complied, even as he pulled his head away to mumble, “I’m not going to last long, sweetheart… I’m drunk too.”

You smiled, nodding. “That’s okay, baby. I know.”

Cassian buried his face in your neck as he thrust faster and deeper, and your fingers tangled in his long hair almost like you were cradling his head. Soon, lewd sounds echoed in the room—moans, heavy breaths, and the wet slapping of your bodies colliding. He reached down with a hand to draw circles on your clit. You didn’t need him to use words to know that he was close but wanted you to come with him.

His movements became frantic, and you bucked your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. It was a matter of seconds before he gently bit down on your neck while he came with a groan. Feeling his seed spurt deep inside you tipped you off the edge. You shuddered, wrapping your body tighter around his, and you were floating on a cloud as pleasure and intoxication blended together.

Slowly, Cassian lifted his head to kiss you again—tenderly, softly, nothing like the heated passion of moments ago. After you broke apart and you untangled from each other, he lay by your side and opened his arms for you to snuggle between them. You didn’t hesitate to curl up against his chest.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have sex when we’re this drunk again,” you mused, resting your head where his heart was. You could hear it beating beneath your ear. “It was nice, but too short.”

Cassian hummed in agreement before he added, “And I couldn’t get hard.”

“Worked just fine once you did, though,” you offered. “But we didn’t last long.”

“We’ll make up for it tomorrow. I promise, baby.”

You nodded and nestled more comfortably in his strong arms. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, and then you both closed your eyes as drunkenness and sex hung heavy over you.

“You thought I had two cunts,” you suddenly said, the mere thought sending you into another fit of laughter.

This time, Cassian’s hearty laugh joined yours as he held you closer.

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[bookwormjust]

Having a fever (established relationship Cassian, training Valkyries)

You’re curled up beneath layers of blankets, your body trembling despite the warmth. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, but even that can’t cut through the bone-deep chill running through you. Your head is pounding, your throat feels raw, and every breath seems like a struggle. You’ve been sick before, many times in fact—your immune system has always been a bit of a joke, even for a fae—but this fever feels different, heavier. It’s pulling you down, making your limbs feel like lead.

Cassian had kissed you goodbye earlier that morning, heading out to train the Valkyries, completely unaware that you were starting to come down with something. You hadn’t wanted to worry him. After all, Cassian is the most powerful General, an Illyrian warrior who carries the weight of his responsibilities with ease. You didn’t want him distracted because you were having another one of your “sick spells.” 

But as the fever worsens, you can’t help but wish he were here.

Your vision blurs, and you can feel the sweat soaking through your clothes, but no matter how many blankets you pile on, you can’t stop shivering. A groan escapes your lips, but it’s weak, your body too exhausted to even call out for help. 

---

Out on the training fields, Cassian is focused, barking orders at the Valkyries as they move through their drills. His wings are flared, the sun glinting off the dark, powerful span of them as he surveys their progress. But even as he watches, his thoughts drift back to you. Something had seemed a little off this morning, a faint pallor in your cheeks, a tiredness in your eyes. He brushes the worry aside, reminding himself that you’re strong, resilient. 

But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind refuses to go away.

Azriel, standing beside him, gives him a sharp look, noticing the distraction. “Something on your mind?” the shadowsinger asks, his voice low and calm as usual.

Cassian grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s probably nothing. But my mate... they’ve been looking a little off lately. They fall sick more than they should, even for a fae.”

Azriel's brows knit together, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Do you need to go check on them?”

Cassian hesitates, scanning the Valkyries as they continue training. But the worry gnaws at him. He knows you. He knows your stubbornness, your tendency to downplay things so he wouldn’t worry. A sick feeling coils in his gut.

“I think I do,” he mutters, his voice tight. “I’ll be back.” Without waiting for a response, he takes off, his wings beating powerfully as he soars through the air, heading back to your shared home.

---

When Cassian bursts through the door, his heart nearly stops. You’re lying there, curled up on the bed, pale and shaking under a mountain of blankets. Your face is flushed, beads of sweat glistening on your skin, and the sound of your ragged breathing fills the room.

“Great Mother,” he breathes, rushing to your side. He kneels beside the bed, his large hand pressing gently to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. “Why didn’t you called me through the bond ?”

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice, and even in your feverish haze, you manage a weak smile. “Didn’t... didn’t want to worry you,” you rasp, your voice barely a whisper.

Cassian’s expression darkens with concern, his brows furrowing deeply. “Worry me? You’re my mate. I *live* to worry about you,” he says, his tone both exasperated and affectionate. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your burning skin. “You should’ve called for me.”

You try to shake your head, but even that small movement makes the room spin. “You were training... the Valkyries need you...”

Cassian’s jaw clenches, his gaze softening as he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “They can wait. You’re what matters.”

He moves quickly, fetching cool water and cloths, his warrior hands surprisingly gentle as he presses the damp cloth to your feverish skin, trying to cool you down. He’s calm, but you can sense the worry thrumming through him, the frustration that he hadn’t been here sooner.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he mutters as he wipes the sweat from your brow. “It’s not fair, you getting sick like this. You’re fae, you should be invincible, but no... you’ve got to keep proving me wrong.”

You manage a weak laugh, the sound rough and broken in your throat. “I guess it’s funny... that the mate of the most powerful General... gets sick all the time.”

Cassian huffs a laugh, though there’s no real humor in it. “Funny isn’t exactly the word I’d use.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you carefully, as if afraid you’ll break. His wings curl protectively around you, creating a warm, comforting cocoon. “I’ve faced armies, fought in wars... but this? This terrifies me.”

You lean into him, finding comfort in his strength, even as the fever burns through you. “I’ll be okay,” you whisper, though your voice lacks the conviction you want it to have.

Cassian presses his lips to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “You better be,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with fierce determination. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”

And he does. Cassian holds you through the fever, never leaving your side, his powerful arms wrapped around you as if his presence alone could fight off the sickness. And in his arms, even in your fevered state, you feel safe—protected. 

You may not have the strongest immune system, but you have Cassian, and that’s a strength all its own.

[vnards]

Bear!Price pt 6

Price made light conversation during the ride to his place. He tries to ignore that itch under his skin to touch you. But he keeps things polite. He’s stays gentle with you.

He pulls up to his den house and turns off the car. He hoped you like the place. We’ll change whatever you want. Price tried to breathe through his nose and keep his focus. He counted to three before he got out the car.

“I like your place.”

John put his hands in his pockets to distract himself from rumbling happily, “I’ve been fixing it up a bit since I’ve moved up here.”

You looked back at him and smiled, “It’s nice.” Price was fucked.

“We should start our lesson.” He saw you beginning to stretch and get your hair out of your face. He could of swore you were doing it on purpose, but he couldn’t call you out on it. So he tried to look as politely as possible.

John walked to the porch of the house and took his jacket off. He felt eyes on his back and he tried not to preen under your attention like he did a few days ago. But this time was different. This time his purpose is to teach you to fight. Just in case.

“First things first,” He walked back over to you, rolling up his sleeves, “If anything happens where you feel unsafe, you call me.”

Your forehead creased, “Call you?”

He gives a firm nod, “Absolutely.” You must have saw how serious he was about this; about your safety. You showed you understood, your playful manner dropped for the moment. “If you ever feeling in trouble, I’ll take care of you.” That was more of a promise than he could ever mean.

There was a moment between you, a silent acceptance.

Price smiled, content and pleased. You followed suit. “Now,” He changes the subject and steps back, preparing his stance, “Show me what you got.” He teased.

Your smile turned devilish and a spark of adrenaline shot through Price unexpectedly. His vision became focused and fully on you.

You ready your own stance, much different than his, but he’ll correct that later. He spots your hand, noting the way you are about to throw that punch, uneven and unsteady. You swing and he feigns easily. “You gotta try better than that, sweetheart.”

Your smile becomes devilish as you try again. This time, your punch was faster, held more weight behind it. “Good girl. Again” He doesn’t think as he praises you, but your cheeks still tinge with color.

The next time you throw a punch, you connect it with a combo. If Price hadn’t ducked, you may have landed your strike. I smile in triumph as you notice his delightful surprise.

“My girl’s got some bite to her, huh?” Price taunts, dropping his guard for you. “Give me what you got.”

You accept the challenge with stride, going for a left fake-out combined with a low right, aiming for the body. She knows how to attack. Price’s breathing gets heavier the more you force him to dodge. He can’t deny the burst of energy that burns through him. He notices his senses becoming clear and in-tuned to you. A quick glance down to his knuckles, lets him know he still has his usual fingers, furless. Good.

You take advantage of his distraction, almost catching him off guard as you go for a body shot. You were fast. Price was faster. He was able to grab your wrists and bring you closer, pinning your hands to his chest. You smelled so much better up close. “Cheeky, I see.”

You shrug as you tilt your head up to look at him. “I’m a fast learner.”

Price tries to keep his cool and lets go of you, letting you step away and reset. The space between you both lets him breathe fresh air for a second before you notice how you’ve affected him. “The one thing you’ll learn from me is to fix your stance.” When you look down, Price pushes your shoulder and you stumble. “Your center of gravity is off.” He places his hand on your side to keep you upright. “If you’re gonna attack you need to know your defense is strong.”

You nod, giving him your full attention. Those eyes had him trapped. But, he stepped back, trying to remember this lesson is for you, not him. He almost could see you deflate before he continued, “Get back in your stance.” You do as instructed.

John takes in your stance again, this time beginning to circle to evaluate. You feel like you’re on display, a predator sizing up their prey. Price notices the shift, “You can relax, deer.” And you listen beautifully.

Price is pleased when you become more confident in your stance. “Good girl.”

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[writers-requiem]

Title: Back Home in Your Arms

Genere: Marvel, Superheroes, Comfort

Pairing: Beast x superhero!Reader

Warnings: Blood, descriptions of graphic injury, depictions of anxiety attacks, emotional breakdown

Rating: E10+ for Everyone 10 and up.

It was a quiet day. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

You had been away for days on end for a business trip to Chicago, and you both expected your return to be in just a week.

But then a week turned into two, then three plus some days. All the while his anxiety began to grow higher and higher.

To summarize what happened with Hank during the extra time you were gone, let's get descriptive.

Day 1: You both had assumed that your flight was simply delayed so didn't think much of it. So you went about doing your usual things to pass the time until the day concluded.

Day 2: He felt a little on edge, but not too terribly worried. Still, he sent you a text to make sure you were alright. After a few hours of no reply, his anxiety began to grow, but it was still manageable.

Days 3-4: He tried to call you over and over during his downtime, to which he got no response of any sort other than silence.

Days 5-7: His condition was visibly getting worse. He ate less and slept barely any at all. And even if he did sleep, he'd have frequent nightmares about what may have happened to you. Were you cheating on him? Was someone taking advantage of you? Did someone kidnap you? All these questions in his head made him uneasy.

Days 8-10: It's really getting bad, his figure has slimmed down at an alarming rate, the bags under his eyes are heavier than ever, and he can barely even do his usual tasks without his arms shaking or losing his grip. Not to mention his vision is getting worse, not even glasses help him.

Days 11-14: Now Hank is at his most vulnerable. He's holed up in his room, wracked with worry. His sanity is beginning to slip from fear, his heart rate is through the roof, eyes reddened from the seemingly endless hours of either silent or open crying. The others were already worried about him, but now their concerns are at an all-time high. Even before then, they had tried to trace your location to see where you were and what was going on so he could calm down a little, but nothing turned up.

Day 15: Half a month later and still no news. His room is trashed, his mood now only ranges from sad, to frightened. It's not a pretty sight.

A day later and there's a knock on the door.

Logan answers it and sees a slightly familiar face.

Logan: "He's not looking too good. You should see for yourself."

He led you to his room which had a name tag that read "Hank McCoy" in gold lettering.

Logan left you alone and you entered the room, noticing the state of disarray it was in, and the crumpled blue furry man on the ground, crunched up in the fetal position.

You: "Hank?"

You placed a hand on his head, causing him to jolt up and look at you.

It takes a couple minutes of him looking you over, feeling your skin and even sniffing your hair and the crook of your neck, but eventually, he realizes that it's you.

He's quick to embrace you, forgetting his own strength in spite of his condition. Still, you didn't mind. You were just happy to see him again. But his face was still wracked with worry. Your clothes were torn, and your body was covered in scratches, bruises, a black eye, deep cuts and lots of blood.

Hank: "Where have you been? What happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you? When did you-"

During his torrent of questions, you soothed his soul with a gentle kiss on the lips.

He closed his eyes and held you a bit more gently than previously. Then he pulled you in for another hug and showed no signs of letting you go.

You: "Long story short, supervillains interrupted the trip which made us late for our flights home, so I needed to hitch a few rides back here."

You took a look at the room around you and remarked how uncharacteristically messy it was.

You: "But it looks like you've been through a hell of your own."

Hank: "All that matters is that we're here. Home in our arms."

Afterwards the two of you took a shower to clean each other off after the past few days of chaos, then you slept together on the couch, the best sleep either of you have had in days. And come the next day, you spent it cleaning up his room and making sure he took care of himself. Meaning making sure he had plenty to eat and drink, getting in some exercise, and taking plenty of breaks. And in record time, he was back to his usual self.

You: "Now remember, if this happens again Hank, don't worry about me. I may not have powers, but I won't go down that easy."

Hank: "I know. Sorry love."

You two shared a kiss and just sat together in his lab, you snuggled up against him while he got back to work on his projects.

[klausysworld]

Could you do another part of my queen where the Scooby-Doo gang kidnaps y/n thinking she is just a random normal wolf that Klaus cares about like a pet, but then Bonnie finds out what she is and so they try to use her against Klaus with the help of Esther so they turn her into a human?

My Queen PT2

PT1

Since realising I was the wolf that saved him so many times a thousand years ago, Klaus had become much more eager to spend time with me. He seemed to believe he needed to take care of me, as though he owed it to me because of how I watched over him in the past.

He began to leave steaks outside my den and often tried to bring me into his house but I always refused him. He was the kind of person to not let me leave.

I was a wolf, not a pet dog.

And he became very aware of that when I bit his wrist so hard he nearly cried after he attempted to put a collar on him.

His siblings found the situation bizarre and I don’t blame them. Elijah often sighed when Niklaus tried to lure me into the house.

It seemed the Mikaelsons weren’t the only people who thought me to be a pet.

Salvatores, Gilberts, Forbes and Bennetts did too.

So much so that they had caged me and belittled me. They mocked and tormented me while I paced back and forth thinking of a way to get past. I could force my way out, break the bars and bite them all but I had so much wolves bane in my system that I probably wouldn’t get very far at all.

Besides the stupid witch was doing tests on me which weakened me by the minute and the vampires had buckets of wolfs bane mixed water ready to drown me in if I stepped out of line. Which I figured out wasn’t a bluff when I attempted to bite their precious human.

I remained as calm as I could for as long as I could. In fact I only really became more aggressive when a scarred Esther showed up with an arrogant Finn at her side.

She and Bonnie conversed and before I knew it my entire body was screaming at me in absolute agony.

It was as though my blood was on fine and burning me from the inside out, my limbs all bent the wrong ways and my spine snapped out of place.

I forced myself to my paws on shaky legs and began to bolt, I weaved past the witches. The others had left assuming it would take longer for the spell to take place.

I could hear them yelling and my teeth sunk into Finn’s leg when he lunged forward to grab me making him topple over to the ground and his in pain.

Everything hurt as I dashed through the streets alarming the locals and causing havoc and disaster as cars began to crash and people screamed. My senses were going haywire as my insides were stabbed at.

My body became off balanced as my back legs become longer than my front. I rolled forward and my paws fingers got tangled in my fur hair. My yelp sounded softer than usual and my breathing was heavier. I laid still on the ground for a moment when I saw two arms infront of me. I could feel my heart beating faster and I could feel my skin touching my skin. My fingers twitched and I lifted my hand in horror. I rolled onto my back and with far too much effort, pushed myself up with the palms of my hands.

What the fuck.

I looked down with wide eyes and my lips parted when I poked at my knees, I stretched my toes out with a look of disbelief on my face and hesitantly reached up to touch my nose. My teeth were blunt and and my snout was nonexistent and neither were my whiskers. I could hear my breathing quickening as I frantically looked at my new body.

My hair kept falling infront of my vision, it was as white as my fur but much longer and messier. I had little to no fur hair on the rest of my body making me feel weird as I slowly stood up. I grimaced at the feel of dirt and sticks against my feet, they hurt much more than when it was against my paws. I took a step forward only to return straight back to the ground due to leaning too far forward and having to push myself back up. I got onto my hands and knees before dragging myself to a nearby tree and pulling myself up.

This is not fun.

I basically hobbled through the woods, every step caused a horrible sting in the bases of my feet and the bark of the trees scratched my hands and my breasts if I got too close which hurt much more than I had thought. Thankfully the sky was getting darker so people shouldn’t be around. Stupid hikers and campers.

Thankfully only one guy saw me and he was clearly not in the right mind as he just gave me a thumbs up and walked off with a low whistle.

This would be the only time I am grateful for Klaus bringing me to his home so often because now I had memorised all of the ways there. It took way too long to get here but I made it.

I stared at the door blankly and hit my hands against it harshly making me wince as the sting that spread over my palms and pads of my fingers.

I heard a loud grumbling and a string of curses from Niklaus before the door opened making me stumble slightly as some of my weight had been against it. I fell against his chest and his arms circled me instantly.

God inside here was warm. It was absolutely fucking freezing without my fur and his body radiated heat like an open flame would.

His throat cleared but I didn’t look up at him, only stayed against him somewhat awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in this position. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see Elijah with a frown on his face

“Niklaus…why on earth are you hugging a naked girl in the middle of the night?” He asked getting nearer. His eyes locked on mine before glancing at my hair and back to my eyes again, his brows raised and he cleared his throat before turning his head and walking over out of my sight line. He returned within a second and a soft material was brought over my shoulders. I was guided away from Niklaus’s arms.

“You didn’t let anyone know that your little friend here could turn human” Elijah muttered quietly but not quietly enough apparently.

Klaus looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth as his hand reached out in front of my face making me bare my teeth. His brows furrowed and I frowned before realising I didn’t exactly look very threatening like this.

“I wasn’t aware either” he whispered as his eyes dragged down my body making me pull the blanket around me and give him a dirty look. He blinked at me before apologising breathlessly and looking to Elijah in utter confusion.

He turned back to me with a hesitant look on his face, “my Queen…how long have you been human?” He asked, his tone almost nervous as he stared at me.

“For gods sake you two, look at her, clearly not very long” Rebekah’s voice came from my right before she was right beside me. “Come on flower, let’s get you washed and dried” she told me, her hands grabbed my arms and she pulled me along. I had not idea what to do. I didn’t know how to talk and I wasn’t able to just bite any of them. My cuts weren’t healing and I felt uncomfortable with everything about me.

My eyes widened at the stair case and my head shook quickly. “Come on, it’s okay” she tried as her hand pulled at mine, she tugged harder and my claws nails dug into her wrist and she let go with a curse. “Why you little-“

“Rebekah! Leave her be” Klaus growled before I felt his hand in my hip making me shift “it’s alright sweetheart, I’m going to lift you and take you up okay? We’ll figure this all out as soon as possible” I said nothing only stiffened and looked at him as I was carried up the stairs, one of his arms went under the back of my knees and the other against my back. I kept as still as I could until I was carefully put back down on my feet.

I looked around in confusion at the cold floors and shiny walls. My eyes widened and I stepped back when water began to blast against a big glass box.

“In you go love, into the shower” he directed while pushing me forward, the blanket was taken from me and I was under the hot water. I looked to him in slight betrayal and he gave a faint smile. I looked at him helplessly until he sighed and pushed his pants down and stepped in behind me. “Alright my Queen, everything’s gonna be okay, I’ll get you all clean and we can get some rest. I’ll get a witch out to help”

I tensed when he mentioned a witch but he didn’t comment on it and instead brought his fingers into my hair while the water poured over it and foamy soap fell to the base of the shower. His hands slid down my back and to my hips making me swallow thickly and turn around to look up at him. He was much taller in human form compared to our wolves.

I had seen Niklaus without any clothes many times after he turned but never had my body reacted the way it was now. Everything felt much hotter and my lower abdomen tingled. I looked up to see his brows risen as his head tilted to the side with a growing smirk on his lips

“Well you certainly are different like this aren’t you?” He hummed making me growl quietly in my throat though it sounded much softer than I had hoped and he chuckled. “Not quite the same affect hm?” His hand cupped my face and his thumb rubbed over my lower lip making my brows furrow “not so strong now are we little wolf?” He cooed at me like I was a child’s, so I did the only logical thing I could think of and bit his thumb.

He hissed and snatched his hand away making me see my opening and rush out of the shower, I was dripping wet as I ran out the bathroom and through his room only for him to appear directly infront of me at the doorway. I let out an ‘mph’ as I knocked into him and winced at the impact against my breasts.

I shoved at his chest but was lifted up and tossed onto his bed making me yelp. In a flash he was back on top of me and my face was heating up significantly as his naked body pressed to mine. My body reacted on its own to him and I was starting to get annoyed with myself. “You need to calm down love” he whispered lowly and a delightful sensation ran along my spine. My breathing picked up and my thighs squeezed together. His fingers brushed over my cheek and he gently kissed the corner of my mouth. “I shouldn’t have belittled you, I got carried away with how adorable you are as a human” he murmured and I let out a breath. “I never expected you to be human my queen, I didn’t think about how desirable you’d look” he whispered “but you’re all confused at the moment and clearly been through something so for now, I will get you something to cover up your stunning body so that I don’t pounce on you…again” he smiled and I gave a weak one in response.

With much reluctance he got me into a shirt and underwear, him self in a similar state and beckoned me over to his side of the bed. I shuffled closer and he brought an arm around me, my nose pressed to his chest and i breathed in his scent. He didn’t smell as strong without my wolf nose but he still smelt nice.

His hand stroked the back of my head pleasantly and I sunk into the bed, being a human wasn’t awful per say but I sure as hell hoped that those stupid witches burned for it.

[eternalfarae]

Warning: non con,nsfw,minors dni, pedophile,incest, step siblings trope,daddy kink,pet names,forced fucking,manipulation,dark themes,sub reader

"Hurry up, we're going to be late," Rindou called from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes at his usual morning panic, feeling a twinge of annoyance. How could someone be so hyperactive this early?

You stumbled into the room, half-awake, and saw him standing by the stove, his lavender jellyfish hair swaying as he stirred something in a pan. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, making your stomach rumble. Despite the irritation, your mouth watered. You had to admit, he was a pretty good cook.

"Why do you always do this?" you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "It's like you enjoy watching me run around."

Rindou's lavender eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at you over his shoulder. "Maybe I do, little sis," he said, his voice low and teasing. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the way he said "little," drawing it out just a bit too long. It had always been his way of hinting at the darker desires he harbored for you, something that had grown more intense over the years.

"Cut it out," you snapped, trying to hide the fear that was starting to bubble up inside you. You've known about Rindou's sick obsession for a while now, but you never knew how to confront him about it. The situation was complicated, to say the least. He was your step-brother, after all, and you didn't want to ruin the fragile peace that existed between the two of you. Plus, there was that one night a few months ago when he had caught you looking at those explicit manga pages under your pillow. He had promised not to tell anyone, but the price he had demanded in return was your silence about his own twisted thoughts.

You took a seat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the way his eyes raked over your body. You felt naked under his gaze, even though you were fully clothed. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. The sound of the eggs cracking and the sizzle of the bacon on the pan were the only sounds that pierced the heavy silence.

As he plated the breakfast, you could feel his eyes on you, burning holes into your back. When he set the plate in front of you, his hand lingered a moment too long, his fingertips brushing against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You jumped, your heart racing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feigning innocence. "You seem on edge today."

You swallowed hard, pushing the plate away. "I'm just not hungry," you lied, your voice shaking.

Rindou's gaze narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. He sat down across from you, his own plate of food untouched. The juice glass he had placed in front of you shimmered in the morning light, the orange liquid inside seemingly innocuous. You took a tentative sip, the sweetness coating your tongue. It was a bit too sweet, but you chalked it up to Rindou's overzealous use of sugar. The tension in your chest eased slightly, and you took another sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat.

Within minutes, you felt a strange warmth spread through your body. Your limbs grew heavier, your thoughts slower. You looked up at Rindou, his grin wider now, his eyes gleaming with something darker than mischief. "What did you do?" you managed to slur, your words thick and clumsy.

He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and smug. "Oh, I just added a little something to your juice to make sure we have a fun day together," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Ecstasy. He had spiked your drink. Panic began to set in, but it was too late. The drug was already taking hold.

As the warmth grew, your inhibitions melted away. The room spun gently around you, and the edges of your vision blurred. Rindou's eyes remained on you, a hungry expression etched onto his face. You felt your body respond to his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as the drug amplified your senses. The fabric of your shirt felt like it was made of a thousand feathers caressing your skin. The smell of the bacon was now intoxicating, making your mouth water uncontrollably.

Your chair felt like it was sinking into the floor, and you had to grip the edge of the table to keep from sliding out of it. Rindou's voice grew louder in your ears, his words becoming a siren's song. "You know you want this," he murmured, his tone a dark caress. "You've always wanted this, haven't you?"

You tried to shake your head, to protest, but your body wasn't listening to you anymore. The ecstasy was weaving its tendrils through your thoughts, making everything feel softer, more pliable. His pet names, once so grating, now seemed almost sweet, a twisted lullaby that was lulling you into a dangerous sense of security. "No," you whispered, the word barely audible.

"Yes, yes you do," Rindou murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand reached across the table, taking yours in a gentle but firm grip. His thumb traced circles on your palm, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "They're not home today, remember?" he said, his voice a velvet whisper. "It's just you and me, little girl."

You tried to pull away, but your muscles felt like they were made of jelly. The room spun and the only thing grounding you was the feel of his hand on yours. His words echoed in your mind, a twisted reminder of your vulnerability. You couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. His pet names had always sent a shiver down your spine, but now, with the ecstasy clouding your thoughts, they held a seductive power.

Rindou leaned closer, his lavender eyes darkening with desire. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmured, his breath hot on your cheek. His free hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel his hunger for you, the way his gaze devoured you. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Your heart thudded in your chest, each beat echoing through your entire body. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, the sounds of his breathing and the ticking of the kitchen clock the only things that seemed real. You were acutely aware of every sensation—the coolness of the glass against your fingers, the sticky residue of the orange juice on your lips, the way your pulse thrummed in your temples.

"D-don't," you protested weakly, but your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure that enveloped you. His touch was like fire, burning away all your resistance, leaving you a trembling mess. He leaned in closer, his breath a warm whisper that danced across your skin. "But it's what you've always wanted, isn't it, little girl?" His voice was a caress, a seductive lure that you found impossible to resist.

Your body responded to his words, your nipples tightening and your pussy growing wet. The fear was still there, lurking in the shadows of your mind, but the ecstasy washed it away, replacing it with an overwhelming need. Rindou noticed the change in you, his smile growing wider. He stood up from the chair, pulling you to your feet, his hand never leaving yours. He led you to the couch, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes never leaving yours.

The room spun as he sat down, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and the heat from his body seeped into your own. He leaned in, whispering, "Call me Daddy," his voice a low, needy rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You hesitated, but the drug made it easier, the word slipping from your lips almost naturally. "Daddy," you murmured, your voice barely a whimper.

Rindou's eyes lit up at the sound, and he tightened his grip around you. His other hand began to roam up your body, tracing the curves of your waist and the swell of your breasts. You gasped as his fingers found your nipple, pinching and teasing it through the fabric of your shirt. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure mixing with the fear in a heady cocktail that left you dizzy and breathless. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "That's it, little girl," he crooned, his hot breath sending waves of heat down your neck.

With surprising strength, he flipped you over, so you were straddling him, your legs trembling. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you to grind against his erection. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Call me Daddy again," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. You obeyed, the word slipping out in a desperate whine. The room was spinning faster now, the colors blending into one another until all you could see were his eyes, his smirk, the dark desire in his gaze.

The fabric of your pants became a prison, trapping the heat between your legs. He reached down, his hands deftly undoing your zipper and sliding the material down your hips. Your panties followed, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his grip. You felt the head of his cock nudge against your entrance, and even though you knew you should be fighting, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the invasion.

He groaned as he pushed into you, the drug making every sensation tenfold. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you began to ride him, the feeling of his thickness filling you up unlike anything you had ever experienced. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, his voice echoing in your ears, urging you on. "That's it, little girl, fuck me like you want it," he growled, his teeth digging into your neck.

You felt the pressure building within you, the ecstasy pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust was like a lightning bolt, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The room was a blur, but his face remained in sharp focus, his lavender eyes never leaving yours. He loved the power he had over you, the way you moaned and whimpered for him, calling him "Daddy." It was a twisted game, one you had never wanted to play, but the drug made it feel like a sweet, forbidden fruit that you couldn't help but crave.

His hands slid down to your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, his hips bucking up to meet yours. His breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he panted, his voice a mix of praise and possession. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the scream that was threatening to escape. The fear was still there, a cold, hard knot in your stomach, but it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that was building within you.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation—the heat of his skin, the slickness between your legs, the smell of sex that was starting to fill the air. Each time he thrust up into you, it sent shockwaves through your body, making your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders. His pet names grew more demanding, his voice a growl that seemed to vibrate through your very bones. "Daddy," you whimpered, the word a desperate plea for more.

But then you saw it. A tiny, unassuming black dot in the corner of the room. A camera. Panic shot through your veins, sobering you up a bit from the drug-induced haze. He was filming this. Recording your humiliation for his own sick pleasure. The thought made you want to throw up, but you couldn't move, couldn't fight back. The ecstasy had taken control, leaving you a helpless plaything in his hands.

Rindou noticed your eyes widen and the subtle tension that had entered your body. He leaned back, his smirk growing even more twisted. "Don't worry, baby," he cooed. "Daddy will take care of you. And we'll have a little souvenir to remember our special day together." The realization of what was happening made your heart race even faster, your body shaking with fear and arousal.

You looked away from the camera, focusing on the monster holding you down, his lavender eyes now cold and calculating. "Please," you whispered, the word barely a breath. "Don't do this." But it was too late; he was in too deep, too lost in his own sick fantasy to care about your pleas.

With a chuckle, Rindou leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear. "You're so cute when you beg," he said, his voice a sinister purr that sent a shiver down your spine. He began to thrust harder, the friction inside you growing almost unbearable. You couldn't help but whimper, the mix of pain and pleasure making it impossible to think straight. The camera's red light blinked, a silent witness to your degradation.

You tried to push away the image of the camera, to focus on anything else, but it was like trying to ignore a blaring siren. Every time you closed your eyes, the little black dot was burned into the back of your eyelids. The thought of his hands on you, touching you, recording you, made your stomach twist in disgust. But the drug held you in its tight grip, forcing you to endure, to enjoy even as you wanted to scream for it to stop.

Somehow, you managed to ride through the storm of emotions and sensations, your body moving almost on its own accord. And then, just as the crescendo was reaching its peak, you heard the sound of the front door opening. "Fuck, parents are home," you thought, your heart leaping into your throat. You froze, your body stiffening with fear.

Rindou's thrusts didn't miss a beat, though his eyes flicked to the doorway, a hint of panic flashing across his face. But then, as the sound of their muffled voices grew louder, something in his expression changed. It was a mix of relief and excitement, a twisted thrill at the near miss. He leaned in closer, his voice a heated whisper. "Let's make it quick, little girl," he urged, his movements growing more fr

antic.

You could feel the panic rising in your chest, the fear that your parents would walk in at any moment and find you like this, impaled on the monster's cock. The thought made your pussy clench around him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. But you couldn't stop, couldn't pull away, the drug had you in its thrall.

Rindou's eyes darted to the door, the smile on his face fading to something more sinister. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, little girl. Right now. And you're going to be so loud, they're going to wonder what's happening in here." His voice was a command, and despite everything, your body responded. You felt yourself climbing towards that peak, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

The footsteps grew louder, their conversation punctuated by the occasional laugh. You tried to hold back the moan that was building in your throat, but it was no use. As your parents' voices grew closer, Rindou's grip tightened, his thrusts more urgent. "Come for me," he murmured, his breath hot on your neck. And you did. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing in his arms, your nails digging into his back. You screamed, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over your mouth.

He followed quickly after, his cock pulsing deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you there for a moment, his breathing ragged, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and violated.

Days passed, and Rindou remained cold, his usual playfulness replaced by a tension that made you feel like you were walking on eggshells. The sight of the camera, now hidden away, was a constant reminder of what he had done to you, and you couldn't shake the fear that he might do it again. The drugs had worn off, but the memory of that morning remained, etched into your mind like a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

You avoided him as much as possible, hiding in your room, but every time you saw his lavender eyes peeking around the corner, you felt a chill run down your spine. He hadn't touched you since that day, but you could feel his gaze on you, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. It was like living with a cobra, always coiled and ready to strike.

Days turned into weeks, and the cold shoulder from Rindou was almost a relief compared to the horror of that morning. You tried to convince yourself that it was over, that he had gotten what he wanted and would leave you alone. But the way he would sometimes stroke the spot on the couch where he had taken you, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long, told you differently. It was a game of cat and mouse, and you were the trapped prey.

[starryelem]

Get used to it

Isaac x Edward | Isward

Despite having exes, Edward still found himself struggling when it came to what to do with a partner; better said what to do with himself around his partner. Kisses felt so right yet so wrong because it made him feel nervous since they felt so romantic as if he was overwhelming the other in a time where they were simply sitting around. Even if he didn’t mean for them to be romantic just the thought of someone walking by or coming in and seeing them made him go red in the face, blushing at the thought of how flirty he’d look covering the other’s face in kisses.

Ed snapped out of his trance, his vision slowly becoming less blurry as he let his eyes wonder to look at Isaac’s hand. The blond was leaned up against the headboard of the bed while Edward was against the wall resulting in slight distance between them causing Error to have an almost longing look in his eyes as he watched the artist lightly hold the notebook in it’s place; He wanted to hold Ink’s hand. Isaac was fine with most things, or at least he seemed so. He never seemed to mind the cuddles, holding hands or the kisses they exchanged but something always felt off in Error’s mind, a sort of worry always there in the back of his mind.

After tearing his eyes off of the blond’s hand, he looked at Isaac’s face as if searching for at least one or the answers to his irritating questions but there were none to be seen; Isaac seemed to be in his own little world as he doodled in his sketchbook, eyes not showing any concentration or worry. Error let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding as he made peace with the fact he had to ask the other.

“Isaac?” His voice was softer than he’d ever like it to be, it made him feel embarrassed at how odd it sounded but it didn’t seem to bother Isaac one bit as he calmly answered “Hm?” taking a couple of seconds to look up from his art and at Edward. “I have been wondering,” Ed began, his eyes tracing the other side of Isaac’s room until he felt enough pressure to look at the other who seemed a lot calmer than he’s ever been “do you not feel any awkwardness when you give or get kisses from me? Are you actually alright with me holding you?” If Error didn’t look so concerned and serious Isaac would’ve asked if he was joking but he could see just how genuine Edward was about his question which in a way made his heart feel soft as his face slightly heated up. “Of course I’m fine with you holding me,” Isaac answered in a hush voice which was accompanied by a soft and gentle smile on his face as he offered the other his hand; Edward looked at it and took it almost instantly, intertwining their fingers as his chest felt heavy. “As for the kisses, I think people have to get used to it.” knowing how the blond often told the truth about these things and didn’t take shit from anyone who disrespected a boundary, Edward couldn’t help but nod and accept the answer. “Plus, we’re still young.” Isaac said with a shrug causing Edward to chuckle and plan a soft kiss on his cheek as a way to agree which made Isaac stare at him blankly for a moment before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek, returning the favor before leaning into his arms and cuddling up to the taller.

Edward felt his chest grow heavier but it felt nice, it felt warm and comforting, oddly enough it’s what he felt when he was around Ink just a lot stronger than usual. Knowing the feeling didn’t hurt and a certain blond wanted him to stop over thinking, Error gave up and let his lips rest in a smile as he wrapped his arms around the other’s midsection, shifting their position so Isaac didn’t have to look at the bright sunlight outside and he could rest his head on the other’s junction.

“You’re so cuddly” Isaac teased in a quiet voice as to not cause any sort of energy burst out of Edward despite expecting one. “Because I only want to cuddle you.” Error’s voice was muffled but the way he didn’t even open his eyes to look at the other made it feel like he was stating the obvious which didn’t fail at making Isaac’s face heat up enough to cause him to simply accept his faith and close his eyes; finally feeling at ease despite all that could happen in mere seconds.

[thewriterg]

drowning, falling into you

pairing(s): miles morales x black!reader, mace morales (earth!42 miles) x black!reader, rio morales x black!reader, morales twins x punk!reader,

summary: In no shape or form did you see yourself in or wanting to go to Visions academy but you didn’t have much of a choice did you welcome the change with open arms? Hell no you happened to be angry at the world actually and you made sure to make it just about everyone’s problem

word count: 2.0k

warning(s): RUSTY Spanish, semi bullying, rocker reader, twins are like 17 pushing 18, descriptions of violence, stealing, reader can be read w an accent, wounds, and language

playlist; fiction (dreams in digital) by orgy,

A/n;—Pics from Pinterest— new series!? 🙀

she’s lost in coma where it’s beautiful, intoxicated from the deep sleep

You hummed out a response at your tour guide that you had been paying little to no mind to as the boy Kayden or Kyle you couldn’t quite care to remember showed you around your new school looking over a copy of your schedule accordingly and showing you which classrooms you had to make it to neither were you offended at the look you got when he saw all of your core classes were indeed AP

You walked behind the blonde with a slight stride in your step you were about an inch or two taller than him with the boots you wore giving you a boost in height also your electric guitar swayed gently on your back the neck of it peering over your shoulder while the body sat against the back of your thighs

“Well you’ve already got your dorm information, your locker, I think you’re all set” You now we’re in front of your first class how the hell were you going to get through a precalculus class as a junior at eight o’clock in the morning for the next seven months was beyond your comprehension

“Yeah, ‘preciate it mate” You muttered before taking a step into the classroom and just like every corny, cliche high school Disney movie eyes were on you but instead in usual desks they were all standing in various places of the classroom as the teacher a heavier dark skinned woman her gray locs pinned into a bun at the crown of her head as she stood with a clipboard originally reading off names before your presence interrupted

“You must be Miss y/l/n it’s wonderful to have you with us” The middle aged woman greeted not before double backing at your outfit that was no where near school uniform you stuck out like a sore thumb with your black leather jacket pins littering the the front and collar, your a size too big straight cut jeans black washed, and a old ripped in some places long sleeve shirt for the cooler November weather

“Y/n is fine mam, and I would say feelings mutual but I would be lying through my teeth” You could hear various snickers and giggles from around the room which you ignored waiting for further direction from the woman who sighed in tiredness any other time you would feel a slight bit of remorse for teachers who were not paid enough to do the job they did but today you couldn’t seem to care hell the school system was corrupted and narcissistic anyhow

“Well we’re in the middle of our seating arrangement change and who you’ll be sitting next to is the person you’ll be working with for the rest of the year” Not like you would be working with the poor lad anyway as time passed the occupation of seats were filled up some silently cheered at their shoulder partner while others groaned and soon you knew it your name was finally called

“Lastly we have Miss Y/l/n and Mr Morales” Mrs Brinker you had learned the woman’s name easily when it was being called over forty times in requests of a seat change called out directing you to your seat which you opted closest to the wall making sure to sling your guitar off your shoulder to sit it against it

“Hey I’m Miles! I know you’re new and if you want I can help you out and—” You watched the toffee toned boy with attentiveness which on his side looked like you were just glaring him down before you kissed your teeth opting your line of sight to the front of the classroom

“Okay” The brunette muttered awkwardly taking his seat next to you directing his attention to the smart board he had to admit that you reminded him of his twin a lot but he was still determined on getting you to speak to him… eventually

Whispering small comments to himself as Mrs Brinker went over practice problems over the board to refresh their memory over the weekend a sheet of paper was eventually passed back to you both with the instructions of one partner gets odd numbers one gets even and to finish the paper by the end of the class bell

Miles had never struggled with math but this section in particular was very difficult for him luckily it was only the second section but something about the law of sines and cosines didn’t seem to want to stick in his head so opting to look over at you and instead of working on your problems you were writing in some type of journal tapping your foot steadily even your resting face looked unapproachable

You and Mace would get along great

“Uhm do you mind helping on these last few problems… please?” The boy spoke out his last few words pleading as a squeak slipping through his teeth and he watched as you turn your body towards him a slight sigh resting on your lips as you did so

“X=1 so carry the X or the 1 whatever works best for your mental, over your total and then sum it together…” Suddenly in the middle of your explanation Miles forced himself to focus in on your voice scolding himself when his eyes drifted on your side of the two seat table along with the discovery of the small notebook had realized you’d finished your problems with the piece of paper he had to give you, he noticed you chose all odd number instead of even opposite of him who fought as if he was in war when it came to even numbers

Hed liked to think that you'd both get along fine… if he could get over the fear that settled in him when you looked at him with siren like eyes that had squeaks and helium sounds produced from his vocal chords the dark eyeliner around your eyes just enhancing the fact so with the missing part to his formula he finished the rest of his problems quicker than usual soon taking his and your paper up to the turn in bin making sure to staple it together before the fact just in time for the bell to ring

While students blared through the door out of the classroom when he was finally able to return back to his seat to get his books you were gone without a trace he didn't have time to dwell on it before he heard police sirens blaring in the distance he huffed looking up on the wall watching as the clock read 12;17 the longer red hand moving around the face faster than any other he had a conference at 12;45 as he contemplated his decisions

He could make it

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He could not make it.

“What took you so long?” He heard the distorted voice coming from a mask that could have sent chills down his spine, the looming presence that could make goosebumps rise up on his skin, could even make his knees shake.

“Got caught up in… traffic” The boy muttered the spandex of his suit clinging to his body while he could hear a deep chuckle from under the mask that made him huff

“Yeah well tell moms that you ‘just got caught up in traffic’ when she kicks your ass for being late” Miles could feel the eyeroll from under his twins mask as his claw swung slightly at his side his double braids sitting on his shoulders neatly

“Hah, so funny. What’s going on?” The slightly taller boy questions balancing off the balls of his feet as he scanned the street listening to Mace huff out a grunt in a response

“Some cow lookin’ joint, calls himself the spot. Perdiendo mi maldito tiempo, pregúntame.” The last fraise was muttered under his breath before he dropped down off the building his low gravity boots helping land smoothly and soon Miles was following after checking the time on his watch

12:27

The twins watched as the the… spotted being struggled to steal from an ATM politely asking the store owner who they referred to as “pa” to let him rob him… in peace chase him around the store with a bat in amusement Miles slipped a beef patty from the case into the microwave waiting for it to heat up while Mace simply watched the scene unfold sitting on the counter in front of the register eyes squinting behind the mask

“Why do people say ATM machine? The ‘M’ stands for machine.” Miles hung from the ceiling biting down on his snack mask pulled just over his nose watching as the… being scrambled to stand tall in his presence which sent him through another one of his own portals in response the teen jumped down from his place above the floor pushing the half of pa Lenny that wasn’t with the rest of him

“Ayo pa, how much we owe you for a beef patty and these chips man” Mace called voice even more gruff as his accent mixed with how distortion of the mask

“Prow, Spidey if you catch him? It’s on the house.”

“Woah Spiderman! This is real.” The spot hyped himself jogging in black while Miles watched him In nothing more than curiosity after he turned the isle to be faced to… black hole with him

“So are you like a Cow or… a Dalmatian?” He questioned in genuine curiosity causing a small chuckle from his twin that he wouldn’t have been able to catch without his enhanced abilities his attention adverting back to the criminal

“I am… the spot. We meet again Spiderman” Miles struggled to keep from laughing trying not to choke on the food in his mouth as loaf of bread fell through the portal of his stomach denying the accusations with his hands up

“So is that a costume orrr?”

“Unfortunately for both of us this is skin… you see I’m from your pas-” The vigilante interrupted the criminal as his phone went off causing the dotted figure to huff out a mock whine Mace checked his also getting the same notification he did fixing Miles with one look

“My bad but I really gotta wrap this up” shooting two different webs from the shooters on his wrist they traveled through a portal coming back to smack him in the face quite little as he struggled to get the sticky fluid off his mask the spot traveling out of the store before he followed chasing after him Mace sighed out a huff with a roll of his eyes sliding five dollars across the counter

“Keep the change”

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“Cant you just act like a regular supervillain so I can catch you!” Miles struggled traveling through different portals of the spot the scene was unpleasant to say the least while Mace softened the blow of things a new addition to his claw that lowered the faculty of gravity

“We’re crunching on time Hermano!” He called out after lowering a taxi to the ground after keeping it from crashing into another bodega

“Almost… done” The teen groaned dodging different fists that came from a portal before tying it with a web and before he knew it all different limbs of the spot were tied in web fluid the spot in the middle of it all after before running off

“Come back here nemesis!”

“And don’t escape!” He called back swinging from building to building Mace not far behind him on their way back to academy he was able to see the police cars he heard over all surrounding a local pawn shop that had probably got stolen from and was able to hear the head of police say something along the lines of

“That damn cat is becoming a pain in my ass”

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Hey… hey, how you guys doing 😖

Not going to lie to you started school in early EARLY August and these honors classes have been kicking my ASS.

I’m also In drama club, student council, & yearbook club so please bare with me

Trying to learn to balance everything out but I’ll get it eventually‼️

Also I’m so ready for autumn 🍂 &lt;333

Enough with life updates,

More of the twins than anything to get us started but it’s okay because I’m HOPING to post every Monday or every other Monday

Also thank you guys so much for 1.4K I’ll start crying in here 😖

Have a good day and be safe writers !<;33 -G

[wombywoo]

25, 30 and 13, because I need to hear more about how Quinn is completely fine. <3 And 22, because why not! XD

thank you for askingg 😚 <33

(I'm gonna put 25 down below because it's a bit...heavier...)

30. How do they self-soothe when they're upset?

For Quinn, it's a cigarette or a hot shower. He's honestly not good at soothing, lol, so he'll probably just isolate himself and try to drown it all out. If he needs to make more of an effort, he'll just cuddle with Fig until he feels better 🥺

If Vincent's in a mood™️, he'll throw on something comfy and lounge on the couch with an old record playing; usually 1940s ballads, to really get lost in the nostalgia. He does meditation as well, sometimes spending hours unwinding inside his own mind

13. What is their deepest, darkest fear and how did it come about?

Quinn--becoming voiceless, paralyzed, incapable of doing anything as he witnesses the world fall apart around him. It's pretty easy to see where this has stemmed from; his visions force him to be a powerless bystander to some catastrophe, and even when he breaks out of them, he often feels like he can't do anything to stop it :(

Vincent's biggest fear is losing himself to the 'monster'; he believes that if he continues to watch everyone he cares about die as he goes on to live, he'll lose his humanity bit by bit. This is even more pronounced now that he's with Quinn--losing Stuart will be devastating for him, but Vincent knows that if he were to witness Quinn die in front of him, he might go back to that 'dark state' and lose himself entirely...

22. What belonging do they hold dearest to them?

Quinn hadn't really experienced something he holds dear until he found Fig. She's not a 'belonging', lol, but she's the first thing he thinks about when contemplating what he actually cares about. So yeah--she's his best girl and he's frankly astonished at how much she means to him 😭

Vincent had managed to salvage a few of his family's possessions, so the ones he holds most dear are old photographs of his mother. He keeps them safe at home in a vintage trunk and will sometimes flip through them just to feel...something.

25. Have they ever acted on their intrusive thoughts before? What was the outcome?

Umm..yeah. reeeeeallly heavy answer under the cut (tw for suicide attempt) read at your discretion

Quinn has tried to kill himself before. More than once. Perhaps what can be considered his first 'attempt' was when he was recovering at home from his throat injury. He was alone in his bedroom and on some manic impulse, he pulled the tracheostomy tube out of his neck. It wasn't even an active decision; he was numb to it all at the time, just a constant swell of dark, horrible thoughts, so he didn't quite process what he was doing. Thankfully, his dad came in to check on him in time, and after a brief panic, he brought him to the hospital before he could suffocate. They never talked about it...

The second attempt was more intentional. He was 15 and he just...wanted it to end. After deliberating the best method, Quinn decided on rail suicide; he'd had some experience with pills and drugs by then (another sort of 'attempt'), and knew that there was more risk of surviving; there was the thought of jumping off a building, but he didn't like heights, didn't like falling. So yeah, he wanted to throw himself in front of a train; seemed like his best bet. He had the whole thing planned out, the when and where, he memorized the train schedules, he read news articles about successful attempts, he...he made his peace.

On the day of, he told his dad he was heading to the next town over to see about a job listing. What he hadn't counted on was his sister accompanying him to the station; she'd been visiting on a break from uni and wanted to stop by the city to see a friend. So they ended up going to the train station together and Quinn was....conflicted. It felt awful and cruel to do this with his sister there, but he had already made up his mind. So he nearly managed to convince himself that this was better--to be with Nora one last time, to leave her a note, to get a small chance of saying goodbye.

Nora noticed he was a bit off--he seemed more open for once, almost happy, not as cold and withdrawn as he'd been for years, even offering a few smiles to her when she kept blattering away about something. She mistakenly thought it was a good sign, so she felt nothing when she asked him to watch her bag as she went to grab a croissant from the kiosk at the other end of the station. Quinn sat there for a bit, scribbling his pathetic note and slipping it in her bag, but he got up eventually and walked to the far platform, rocking back and forth as he counted the clock, knowing the line to Leeds was passing through in five minutes. His plan was to jump as the train passed, but Nora's presence threw him off, so he continued pacing and deliberating in front of the open platform, considering hopping down onto the tracks beforehand instead.

Just as he was about to sit on the ledge and commit, a security guard happened to spot him, perceptive enough to catch on to his intention. The guy was very calm, walking over to him slowly and asking him a few questions. But Quinn panicked, knowing the train was now a minute away, he could hear it, he could feel the vibration, he wanted this, he told himself he wanted this...so he jumped down onto the tracks. But the security guy was quick enough to grab his shoulder (the bad one) and hoist him back up in a matter of seconds, the two of them sprawled on the platform as the train rushed past. Quinn had a bit of a fit, wrestling and screaming at the security guard, oblivious to the fact he was now openly sobbing and leaning into the guy's clumsy embrace. Enough of a fuss was made, and by then, Nora had returned to find her bag abandoned, some words scratched on a napkin informing her "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, but I can't do this anymore". She rushed over to Quinn and just..grabbed him, pulling him into her lap as they both cried and cried, saying "I'm sorry" to each other again and again as if this particular brand of guilt could ever be forgiven...

He sought help after that; rather, his family forced him to get treatment. And it was ok for a while. He got better.

Being in the military actually seemed to improve him, believe it or not. He had a goal now, something he could focus on, so that gave him a feeling of purpose that he'd never experienced previously. He had a friend and source of support in Danny, and he tried not to let himself sink to that level of hopelessness (tried, being the keyword)

There were still...moments, though. He rarely sought to purposefully harm himself, but during some of his lapses, there seemed to be an indication that he wasn't doing everything he could for his own well-being--a few bad runs in the field, some injuries that may have been prevented, a tendency to stall when an enemy had him in their line of sight, etc. And with his relapse into thinking he needed his visions again, the self-harm and suicidal tendencies returned.

His relationship with Marc certainly didn't help, and there were a few low, terrible, awful moments where he tried to get him mad on purpose, just to see, just to know what that edge felt like again...

So yeah, Quinn's got some bad intrusive thoughts. And the stranglehold they have over him doesn't seem to lessen...but he is better now, I swear !!!

asdfghjk I know this is such a heavy Quinn answer, I'm sorry 😩 I do have a smaller answer for Vincent, lol, and it's that he does have intrusive thoughts, but his are just that--quite literally someone else's thoughts intruding on him. The German soldier who turned him will occasionally pop into his head, so these thoughts feel entirely separate from his own, which makes it a bit easier to choose to ignore them. For a weaker-willed vampire, it can be difficult to detach one's own self from the other (sometimes multiple) personalities, but Vincent has gotten used to it and is very much the one in control (for the most part....)

[undead-supernova]

This Love is a Shrouded Mystery / Masterlist

Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10

plot: welcome to your well-anticipated album release party! you couldn't be happier...right?

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: bro there's so much angst I'm sorry, mention of smoking & alcohol

wc: 5k

note: I made the album cover/tracklist and wrote all of the lyrics mentioned in this chapter and I'm super proud of it! Thank you for reading my hard work hehhehehehee

ALSO DO NOT REPOST THESE LYRICS ANYWHERE ! Thank yew

He hated all the tiny things.

The way you crinkled your nose every time The Beatles came on. How you held your acoustic guitar like it was a delicate creature. The nights he would be up late practicing, only to find you passed out with your mouth slightly ajar and snoring. The mornings he spent listening to you making little sounds in your sleep, as if you were so close to saying something but didn’t know how. Your poetry and your music and your scent and your stupid smile you got whenever you looked at him and how grateful he’d been when he first noticed. 

And he really didn’t hate it at all.

He just missed you.

It was fucking torture, being away from you. He sat up, night after night, wondering what you were doing. How you felt now. If you wanted him back. If he was better off without you. If you could ever speak cordially and what that would cost.

As if he truly cared about the answer or the consequences.

Eddie just missed you.

You stared at yourself in the floor-length mirror, looking over your outfit for tonight. Trying not to suck in your stomach, trying to let yourself be the person that you wanted to be. 

A spaghetti-strapped crop top with Madonna-Whore Complex stitched in white across the breasts. Short shorts just to say Fuck You. Block-heeled boots laced up to your knees. All dolled up with a diamond necklace and thin rings. A velvet choker with a broken heart pendant in the middle.

There you were, a vision in pink. 

There you were, a shell of the person you used to be.

Maybe it would be better to play a role tonight.

But nothing was able to halt the worry, halt the anxiety that coursed through your veins. 

That last night, with your eyes glistening with grief, you’d told him you had to go into hiding. That you needed to get away from the public eye. That he couldn’t come with you. But he’d seen pictures of you since, albeit a bit blurry, running in and out of the recording studio in New York City.

There was an edge to your outfits now, with a touch more lipstick and heavier eye shadow. Changed your hair and painted your nails anything but your usual pink. Your face, the one that once held a permanent smile for the press, now hardened. Blank expressions. No smile, no feigned light in your eyes.

It was like you were wearing some kind of armor.

It was like watching someone trying to adapt to their surroundings.

Flailing, slipping.

Trying to prove to everyone else they can do it without thinking about the consequences of their actions.

Eddie could only hope you wouldn’t let yourself drown in the process.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said for the third time in the last ten minutes.

If anyone had a goddamn braincell, they could see that you weren’t good. But this had been the last few months for you. Doing whatever anyone asked. Staying busy. In and out of the studio so often that it became your second home. You honestly couldn’t count how many times you’d fallen asleep—you got more there than when you were home anyways.

How could you when the only thing you saw behind your eyes were crashing waves, the roar of the boat as it pulled you further and further away from the life you desperately wished you were still living? You wrote and wrote and wrote, trying to make sense of it all. Trying to figure out how to apologize. How to profess your love. How to feel any semblance of desire to say goodbye.

Your label had been shocked when you’d gotten the album done so quickly after months of producing nothing—especially calling around and getting Halsey, Lucy Dacus, and Janelle Monaé to feature. Not to mention Maisie Peters who’d actually reached out to you. It was a match made in heaven, an album stitched and woven together by the bitterest fate. 

The label gladly rolled everything into production, insisting that you do as much promotion as you could. So, you were a little money machine, doing bland Instagram reels and Tiktoks, practicing your smile in between takes. You were fine to be a puppet. You’d done everything they wanted you to, right? What’s a little bit more?

What’s better than tightening the collar on your losing dog?

            “Can you get that done for me, sweetie?”

            “It would be so nice if you could just do this one thing.”

            “You know, the fans would love it if…”

            “We’d be grateful if you just…”

“You look tired.”

You turned to Este, noticing her raised eyebrow and crossed arms. The past few minutes had been spent zoning out, trying to keep yourself from thinking too hard. But it only made things worse because all you could do was remember why you were trying so hard not to think. Your friends knew better, but you hated admitting to it. 

“Just trying to wake up the excitement,” you lied.

“For yourself or for the label?” Becky asked.

You glanced over at the door before back at her. “Yes.”

“You got this, okay?” Mary encouraged, rubbing your back. “You’ll feel better once you get there. You know you will.”

“Yeah, you’re right. At least you guys are here.”

“We’d never miss it.”

A pang of grief washed through you at the reminder of someone who would most definitely miss tonight.

Eddie knew what tonight was—and he could’ve sworn it was going to kill him. Nothing hurt him more than not celebrating your album release with you. He was planning to show up and support you the best he could. Show you off. Make sure you felt as celebrated as you could be because you were so amazing.

But here he was, back in Wayne’s house for the weekend. Laying low, talking to the walls as if Wayne could hear him. Screaming at the ceiling for someone to give him a reason to make sense as to why his wounds were still bleeding. Even after five months.

Bouncing his knees on the edge of the guest bed, growing more and more anxious as the night fell. Going in and out of the back porch, cigarette after cigarette. Hoping and praying that Wayne was a ghost and was able to talk to him through the windchimes hanging by the front door. Feeling sick when they hadn’t moved. Not even once.

Fuck, Eddie should be there with you. He should be by your side.

Instead, he was ashing another cigarette and reaching for the Garfield mug hanging on the wall. Poured the last few sips of Jack Daniels left on the kitchen counter. Trudged back into the guest room.

Tried not to cry.

You were trying not to cry.

The party was spectacular, with all your favorite foods laid out and cake and your favorite music and your friends and, and, and…

It was everything you could ask for from tonight, but nothing you’d actually asked for. Clara had been sneaky, making sure that you assumed the livestream started two hours before it actually did. Brought you to this fancy restaurant, all decked out in themed balloons and pictures of you. A Congratulations banner and a big bottle of champagne for you to pop.

And you were happy, you really were. But there was just something that overwhelmed you about it all, something weighing on you. Something eating at your stomach, making it nearly impossible to eat or even talk correctly.

Scott kept you grounded the most, always giving you a word or two of encouragement. For the last five months, he’d been cautious of you. You knew it even if he never said it. Him and his wife, Rebecca, made sure to offer you a place to stay when New York started to feel like a stranger. And hiding out in Tennessee was never a bad idea, ending up getting a third home near him, just outside of Nashville.  

Tonight was no different. It was in the way he offered you food, asked if you needed some more water. If you looked even remotely uncomfortable, Scott was there to direct you somewhere else. Kept whispering that you were doing great. Kept reassuring you that your album was amazing. That you were amazing. That it was all going to be okay.

And it was a daydream, a surreal experience you were still getting used to after five years slowly rising into the public eye. Now here you were releasing your third album, knowing in your bones that this was your best work yet. 

And everyone was being so nice.

And the party was beautiful.

And you looked beautiful.

And…

And Eddie wasn’t there. 

He wasn’t anywhere these days, actually. It was like he had vanished entirely. There were no paparazzi pictures, no fan sightings. Even People Magazine had him on the front cover literally saying, “Bad Boy Eddie Munson Mysteriously Disappears from Public Eye.” You were uncertain if he’d ever be seen again. And you knew it was your fault. All of it was.

What felt the strangest was how the internet was still speculating whether or not you and Eddie broke up. It had been five months and you hadn’t told your publicist to confirm it. Didn’t even speak of it. 

The most peculiar thing was…neither had Eddie. There was nothing for anyone to do but question why the two of you hadn’t been spotted in public together even once.

Maybe one day you’d feel strong enough to bury this relationship.

Today definitely wasn’t that day.

And tonight definitely wasn’t it either.

But your album was all was about Eddie.

Everyone would know it.

And you just had to hope that one person out there would listen to it for the music and not for your real-life experiences.

But you guessed that was just how things would have to be.

So, you put on a smile and told yourself to get over it.

Smile for the cameras.

Come up with every way to deflect.

Since you’d broken up, it seemed that your label had set up a livestream for the fans to listen to the album with you at the same time. Experience it together. Get to send in questions. Get to connect. Eddie thought that was sweet, knowing how much you enjoyed talking to your fans. 

And he knew he shouldn’t, but he really considered hopping on.

Was it a little weird for him to tune into the listening party? 

Maybe.

But he wanted to hear the album, wanted to hear the songs you’d barely shown him when you were together. You were always so shy with your music you wrote for him—which was fair. He did the same thing, keeping any and all projects about you a secret. Hell, the new record set to drop next month was done in the last five, his fingers unable to do anything other than race up and down the neck. Stuffing his pick between his lips as he wrote and wrote and wrote. Tried to write himself out of whatever this black hole was that was starting to swallow him. 

And now here he was, ready to hear what you had to say.

Sighing, he grabbed his laptop.

But maybe you were better off without him.

Maybe this was all for a reason and everything just had to happen this way. It would be a nice thought, right? A nice explanation for the twisting of your gut as you set up for the livestream. Standing on a pink stage, practicing your smile one last time before the cameras got the shot juuust right. Took a step to the right to show off a poster with the album cover on it.

All you could think as they counted down from five was, I hope Eddie is watching.

When Eddie saw you, he knew he’d fucked up already.

You were radiant, always a vision in pink. Always a vision, period.

The album cover had the name “Madonna-Whore Complex” with a picture in the center of bunched up silk—pink, of course. The same color you were wearing. The same color Eddie had yearned to wrap in his arms and make breakfast for. 

And when Eddie heard your voice, his stomach flipped.

“So,” you started. “Before we even get to the tracks, I wanted to kinda explain the album title. I know people got a little weird about it, which is fair.”

Eddie could tell that you absolutely did not find that fair.

“But I think that we live in a society that is so obsessed with a woman’s place. If she’s happy with herself and comfortable with her sexuality, she must be seen as a villain or a whore. There’s no room for her to be a good person or even able to truly be in love.”

Something tugged at Eddie’s chest at the sound of you mentioning being in love. If only you’d said that to him five months ago. If only those words had left your lips, he’d have gotten on his hands and knees to make you stay.

But you hadn’t.

“It seems that you cannot be one or the other. Either you’re this harlot who runs through people like it’s nothing or you must be this chaste woman who is only allowed to be idle in the corner. I think that I’ve always been put in this position, and, with the content of this album, I feel like I’m able to both be satirical about those accusations and show the vulnerability of, um.” He watched your eyes dart away nervously before coming back. “The vulnerability of how that has affected my personal life and my personal relationships.”

“Oh, and I really love the back cover,” you said with a wide grin, shifting the subject. “Especially the track list and the font and, oh my god, the people I collaborated with? Incredible artists, right? I just feel really excited for you guys to hear it in a few minutes.”

It was then that he remembered he hadn’t looked at the track list, too anxious at the thought of you referencing anything about him on there. But of course, you did. What else would this album be about? Some other guy? He knew better than to speculate anything like that.

His heart began to race as he found it all laid out for him already, his words being spat back out at him. Something True. Could You Say the Same? Acceptance Speech. Trade You for the World. Could’ve Fooled Me.

Eddie’s stomach twisted, queasy with the exact anxiety that he’d spent the last few months trying to prevent. But he couldn’t run away from this. He was already here, watching you nearly trip over your heels in real time. Reading the titles out, each one feeling like a prison cell built just for him.

Shakily, you stated, “Okay, everyone. Let’s start the album.”

Took a deep breath.

Closed your eyes.

Eddie took a deep breath.

Closed his eyes.

And listened.

         “Okay, my pretty boy…now move!”

Eddie felt like he was losing his ability to breathe. Track after track, jumbled with lyrics all meant for him. All written for him. Words upon words of poetry that told him how much you missed him and how guilty you fucking felt and how you just went ahead and chose the world over him and, dear god, it was all too much for him.

Grief settled in his chest at every line that he called his favorite.

Okay, Now Stop!

          “Okay, now stop!

         We're dancing dirty to The Beatles and the Stones.

         Okay, now stop!

         You're dancing pretty asking me to lead you home."

The Bisexual Slut (featuring Halsey)

         “This one boy whimpers on his knees

         Twenty girls beg to finally taste me 

         If I’m so greedy, so damn needy

         Then why does their love come so easy?”

My Body, Your Choice

         “Should I base my worth off your fickle insecurities?

         Take a scalpel to my skin to justify your animosity? 

         If I’d known my body was stained with impurity

          I would’ve begged my mother to deliver me with modesty

         But I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing

         Fuck you, I’ll never change a thing.”

Something True

         “Tell me a story, one where love always dies

         Say it with finality in your glassy brown eyes

         Thread the needle to weave through our fate

         Knowing the outcome, you still beg me to stay.”

Madonna-Whore Complex

         “My halo slipped, and my limbs are sore

         But his head seems to stay in between my legs

         I’m wrapped around his fingers as they choke my neck

         I’m his sweetheart, his princess, his saccharine whore.”

The Mess (You Once Called Yours)

         “And your fingerprints stain this house

         Baby, I’m haunted by your phantom touch

         Oh, now I’m screaming and pleading, growling and howling,

         ‘Please end this agony, my love, it’s all too much.’”

Your Residential Coward

         “Guess she’ll never really let me live that down

         Throwing daggers at my portrait now that I’m gone 

         And now that I finally see my tilted crown 

         It turns out I was the jester all along.”

Could You Say the Same?

         “Simple questions come with simple answers

         That’s why I sew my mouth shut

         The moment I saw you, wild necromancer

         Devotion gnawed at my gut.”

Synonymous (featuring Lucy Dacus)

         “Sucking in my stomach in attempt to survive

         It’s like I’m fifteen again

         All crooked teeth, low self-esteem, and love-deprived

         Only coping with a wilted pen.”

My Gentleman

         “You’ll never let me look away, that is the cerulean dream

         Could be your future wife if we let our consciousness stream

         And I confess I don’t think that would be too much to hope for

         So keep talking like that, let the wine pour, pour, pour.”

Acceptance Speech (featuring Janelle Monáe)

         “In the modern age, a sacrifice is already made

         The moment that you’ve made a choice

         But, baby, the problem always chooses herself

         And suddenly she has lost her voice.”

Trade You for the World

         “I stood in sepia tones while you bled electric crimson 

         Built the motivation before I built the scene

         Led the poets astray, bathed them in patient indecision

         Now I sit in vignettes of truth, desire what was in between.”

Back to the Beginning

         “City after city, glazed in momentary dignity, 

         I chased the prophecy of my becoming

         And, dear god, if I could tuck my tail between my legs

         I’d run us right back to the beginning.”

Could’ve Fooled Me (featuring Maisie Peters)

         “And we’re dancing around each other tonight

         Elevators built like confessionals

         Desperate to blanket myself in transparency

         I wanna say, ‘Pretty boy, you’re sensational.

         We weren’t the only freaks anyhow

         But how could anyone not love you then?

         And how could they not love you now?’”

Eddie watched you dance and party. Vaguely answer the questions about what certain lyrics meant. Focused on the sound more than the overall meanings. Thanked everyone for giving you this celebration and how you were very grateful for this opportunity.

And, peculiarly, you were handed a new acoustic guitar, soft pink and sparkling. Your name written in calligraphy down the neck.

“Um, so since this is a special night,” you said while trying to move your white capo down to the third fret. “I wanted to play a special song that didn’t make the album. It just didn’t fit the rest of the album’s vibe, so I cut it.” 

You laughed and Eddie knew he was the only one who could notice it was out of nerves. You tested the strings, making sure everything was in tune. 

“But I wanted to play it for you guys if that’s okay?” Laughing again, you shook your head. “I hope everyone said yes, otherwise this would be so embarrassing.”

You leaned into the microphone, glancing up at the camera as if you were making direct eye contact with Eddie and Eddie alone.

“It’s called Questionnaire.”

The chords were simple. 

C, Em, Am.

F, G, C.

It rang out soft, sweet. Albeit a bit sad.

         He noticed the way you chewed on your lip before you started, finding your groove.

         “Do you think about the way we live without sanctuary?

         How the fates wrap their hands around our throats, cutting off our breath?

         Do you think about the way we live without sanctuary?

         How there’s no guarantee when it’s over there’ll be anything left?”

Eddie felt a sickness wash over him as he heard you sing directly to him. You were right. It was different from the rest of the album.

He tried to gauge how you were feeling, knowing damn well the only way he could was through the music itself. How the change in chords matched the change in your emotions. 

G, Am, F.

         “Oh, oh, oh.”

Am, G, F.

         “Oh, oh, oh.”

The camera pulled in closer to your face, as if they knew that Eddie was watching. Waiting. Pathetically desperate to hear what you had to say to him. 

         “Do you wonder if there’s any chance that this was all just a dream?

         But there’s no fucking way you can’t hear me calling your name.

         Do you wonder if there’s any chance we could wipe ourselves clean?

         But there’s no fucking way to explain the way I’ve been claimed.”

You repeated the Ohs, belting out the last set before you changed the sound completely. 

New chord patterns. New set of emotions. Harsh strumming, the sound growing louder and louder as frustration filled your voice.

         “Do you know the clouds darken whenever you’re away?

         Convinced myself that my storm would worsen if I’d stayed.

         God, I need you now to answer my revelation.

         Is there any dignity in self-preservation?”

You repeated the line again, sounding angrier than before.

         “Is there any dignity in self-preservation?”

The buildup faded away, the rough strumming turning light again as the chords of the verses returned. There was a small instrumental as the camera pulled out to show you on your pink throne, surrounded by the pink balloons and holographic streamers.

You were alone.

Eddie could just barely make out the tears trickling down your face as you began to strum each chord once.

         “Do you think about the way we lived without sanctuary?

         How we fought and you fought for me until I gave it all up?

         I think about the way I live without your sanctuary.

         How there’s no guarantee I’ll ever fall in love again.”

You sighed and sniffled softly before repeating it. 

         “How there’s no guarantee I’ll ever fall in love again.”

Despite no one being in the shot, he could hear applause coming from around the room. He could even hear Becky, Este, and Mary individually, all cheering you on.

He watched you stand, laughing off the emotions as you blotted the wetness around your eyes. “Okay, Now Stop!” started playing over the screen as people scrambled to disassemble the makeshift stage. 

It occurred to Eddie then that there…had been no chorus. No hook. It was just a list of questions for him and statements for yourself. A bout of self-loathing and the guilt that he was only now starting to grasp.

And he realized that he too was crying, trying desperately to cease them with the back of his hand. And then his sleeve. And then the tissues he scrambled around the bedroom to find. 

As soon as the livestream ended, Eddie pulled out his phone.

“You’re so brave for doing that,” Becky said, crushing you in a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

A broken smile met your lips. “God, everyone’s going to talk about it.”

“Let them,” Mary said with a scoff. “Who cares?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, knowing full well who you really wanted to talk about it. To hear it. To think about it.

Your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. As you pulled it out, something resembling belief in fate rushed through you.

Eddie.

You couldn’t suppress an audible gasp, taking a step back from the conversation.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” you mumbled before walking away quickly. Pressed that green button. Whispered, “Hello?”

“Oh, hey.”

His voice crawled over you in a rush of relief, an ease that had been missing for so fucking long. “Eddie, hey,” you said nervously, shocked by your own ability to say his name out loud.

“Hey, is this an okay time?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re good. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he lied, fiddling with blanket. “I just wanted to congratulate you on the album. It’s really incredible. Your best work yet.”

“Oh, thank you, Eddie. Um, you think?”

“Hm?”

“That it’s my best work?”

“Of course it is,” he answered with a breathy chuckle. “Are you kidding me? You took your individual sound and expanded on it and made it into a high-quality concept album. And the lyrics are incredible. It’s beautiful.”

“That’s really kind of you to say. I’m really proud of it.”

“You should be.”

“Are you working on anything new?”

“Yeah, we’re actually finishing up the album now. Should be out next month if everything goes right.”

“I bet, um. I bet it’s incredible.”

Eddie’s chest tightened at your hesitation. “Each song transitions into one another. You’d think it was cool.”

“I’ll have to listen to it. If, um, if you think I should.”

Swallowing a sigh, Eddie closed his eyes and tried to focus on keeping his voice level. Keep from cracking. Keep from begging for you to come back.

“It’s only if you want to,” he replied, trying to stay neutral before moving on. “Are you doing okay? I know you get really anxious after being, like, out in the open for a while.”

“Yeah, sure I am.” He knew you were lying. “It’s just work.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay in case you weren’t,” he admitted.

“You know…” you trailed, pausing.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “You didn’t have to call if you didn’t want to…”

“Ah, come on,” he said with a chuckle. “I wanted to call you, so I called. Promise.”

Anxiety began to wash over you as you bit the bullet. 

“Is that everything you wanted to say?”

Why hasn’t your publicist confirmed the breakup?

Is this killing you like it’s killing me?

“Well, uh, I don’t know.”

Did you really mean what you said about never falling in love again?

Does that mean there’s a chance?

“What does that mean?” you asked. “I’m confused.”

Is this over?

Are we over?

“I think… I think that’s all I had to say.”

And there was the disappointment.

“Oh, okay.”

“Yeah, I hope you have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Oh, hey, one last thing.”

You couldn’t help that ugly surge of hope. “Yeah?” 

“Remember to take care of yourself. You matter more than anyone else does.”

“Oh,” you responded, deflating. “Yeah, I’ll try, Eddie. Take care.”

“Bye.”

“Bye,” you whispered before ending the call.

There’s nothing to say once the phone call ends. No one mentioned the breakup. No one mentioned how the album he called incredible was about him. About the love. The crash and burn. How your love still glowed inside you, bright enough for him to touch if he’d just stretch his fingertips a little further.

And yet, neither of you said a thing.

And neither of you admitted to what you knew was coming in his own album.

You found yourself mute as you shuffled into the back of the black SUV and got out of the city. Left your buzzing phone next to you, knowing that Eddie wouldn’t call you again. Knowing that everything must be over now.

If this was closure, it sure didn’t feel like it.

When you walked into your house, still empty and swirling with dust, you let the grating silence whisk you towards the wine cabinet. Got yourself the shiniest glass you had, poured the cheapest bottle you found. Sat on the back porch and looked out at the moon. 

If things were different, Eddie would be here right now instead of a voice in a fucking phone. His voice, a tiny shard of glass that was surely going to rip you open and never mend itself again. 

He’d sit next to you with his own glass. Comment on how nice it was to just drink the cheap stuff. Roll you a celebratory joint with dried rose petals, the way you liked it. Ask if it was okay if you spent the night out here, just looking up at the moon together.

It’d been a full year since you’d met. Five months since you last spoke. And now you were starting to fold, starting to maneuver yourselves into strangers. Even if that was the last thing Eddie wanted. Even if the mere thought of never talking again made nausea pool in his stomach.

Eddie desperately wished you were looking at the moon together.

And maybe you would feel different than you did tonight. Maybe you would’ve had a perfect night with all your accomplishments and the perfect man beside you to experience it all with.

But he wasn’t there. 

And you felt so alone.

So fucking alone.

Tears streamed down your face, a burning in your chest growing with each What If that you conjured. 

You were not better off without him. 

He knew it the moment you told him goodbye on the island. He knew it the moment he returned to California, shutting himself off from the world. He knew it the second he called you and the second he heard you say goodbye one last time.

Eddie was not better off without you.

once again thanks to the lovely @strangergraphics for making beautiful dividers for me. it is an honor!

[lamorravailxoxo]

Here's the story I said I was gonna do, got busier than I expected so here's a quick one. Hope you enjoy, and if you do don't hold back in saying so:

It's been a few weeks since your brother came home from studying abroad. The two of you have an alright relationship. He's older so he always did his own thing and the two of you ran in different circles. You remember him getting into trouble when he was in high school as well as bringing a different girl over every month, but only when your parents weren't home. Part of you wanted to blackmail him for that, get him to cover you as you did some stuff you wanted, but something about your brother scared you a little. He had these...looks he'd give other girls. Almost like a sneer and almost always when they weren't looking. Sometimes, he'd do it right in front of them. You never saw their expression, but they'd usually meekly follow him up to his room and then the loud metal music would play. Sometimes, he'd give you that look. You only know cuz you accidentally saw him once and became conscious of it, your heart instantly sinking as you felt his eyes on you. But that was the past, surely he grew up and out of that after he went off to college, right?

A clap grabs your attention for a second, a chuckle following soon after. Guess something funny happened? Your parents were gone, taking a vacation. You yourself had a break from school, but nothing going on. Not that you wanted to leave the house anyway, in fact you were looking forward to staying inside for a while. But then your brother gave a surprise visit, and now your alone time is ruined. It was awkward, since you two weren't close. But it's strange, it's been a few weeks yet it doesn't feel like it. He's laying on the couch, watching something on Netflix and yet you get this weird feeling of deja vu. You feel like you've been here, seen this very scene. Your brother, sprawled out on the couch watching this very episode. You can't quite put your finger on- "What are you doing? If you want to watch, just sit down don't stand there like some middle aged dad." His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you feel them slip away just as quickly as they came. You turn to look at him, an amused expression on his face. "Yeah, sure..." you half mumble back. You feel a little dizzy all of a sudden, so you do as he suggested and sit down. "You good? You seem a little pale." "Just dizzy, for some reason. I'll be fine" "If you say so. But if you start sweating or something, I suggest taking some layers off."

Now that he mentions it, you notice that you are feeling a bit warm. How did you not notice the sweat beginning to form on your brow? You nod in agreement, and without a second thought about it start to strip. You pull your top off and slide your pajama pants down, sitting back down in just your bra and panties. It already feels better, good thing you listened. Your mind still feels...hazy, as you lean back into the couch. The tv in front of you blurs into a mix of colors and sounds, yet blinking your eyes does nothing. You turn your head yet your vision is fine, your brother isn't blurry and you can make out his handsome features just fine. But you can't look away from the tv for long, the noise drawing you back in.

You don't feel hot anymore, but your body feels like it's warm all over. The haze feels like it's spreading. Your start to breathe slightly heavier and you feel your thighs begin to rub together unbidden. You place your hands on them to stop them but that only proves to be a temporary solution as soon even your hands begin to slowly trail up your legs. You barely register a snicker to your left as your eyes close halfway, the lids feeling heavier with each passing pant. "You feeling alright?" a voice says from somewhere, worming into your brain. It has a mocking tone as it continues; "Why are you panting so much? And why are you spreading your legs like that?"

You glance down, seeing the voice was right. Your legs, closed previously, were now spread wide open. A damp spot was clearly visible, even through your half open eyes. One of your hands was very openly touching your clit through your underwear. Your other hand was cupping your breast.

"Huh?"

"Geez, didn't realize my little sister was a whore."

That word enters your brain and it feels like it kick starts that fire in you. You let out a moan immediately, loud and primal, as your fingers pinch your nipple in response.

You feel that look of his on you without even looking up. That sneer of superiority, of looking completely down on someone beneath him. It only stokes the fire inside of you, yet even now you can't cum. Something about this, in a situation where a simple word pushed you to the brink, is still keeping you teetering on the edge of release.

You feel hot breath on your ear and shudder in response. Your whole body tenses, as if it expects what's coming next.

"Unfortunately, I got plans to see some other bitches today. So we'll have to wrap this up here for now. But don't worry, I'll be sure to pound you into your sheets later just like before"

You whimper, looking up at him for the first time in a while with the most pathetic pleading expression you can muster.

"Aw, what's wrong? You want your nice older brother to help you cum?"

"Mhm!" your nod your head vigorously, making him laugh at you

He leans away from you and you feel that fire inside you sputter a little. You feel desperation and anguish as he goes further away, but soon that's replaced with more desire and excitement as he begins to slide his pants down. Back to his previous spot, he leans back and places his arms behind his head. His dick, to which your eyes are now locked on, is large and throbbing. Beckoning. You feel your mouth begin to water in response almost instantly.

"I suppose I have time for an appetizer before tonight. Go ahead, I'll let you ride me. But you can only cum when I do, go it slut?"

"Yes! Yes, please!"

"Then hurry up."

You all but scramble into his lap, shedding your underwear as quickly as possible. Your pussy is dripping, your inner thighs drenched in excitement. Practically hyperventilating, you hover right over his dick and look at him in anticipation. Waiting for permission like you've done this dozens of times before.

He smiles that familiar, superior smile as he looks you dead in the eyes and you shudder.

"Go ahead"

You immediately slam down, swallowing him in one swift motion. You feel a jolt of pleasure, like electricity, shoot straight into your brain. Your body twitches in response, but already your hips are rising. You were told you can't cum except when he does and you need to cum. You feel like you'll go insane if this goes on any longer. Soon, the tv is drowned out by the sounds of your hips slamming into his as you ride him with everything you have. Eyes half closed and half rolled into your head, your tongue is lolling out and droll is falling onto his chest. He doesn't seem to mind, instead reaching over and pinching your nipples as you bounce like a sex addict. You moan, you've been moaning, but it's like his touch is a drug. You can't help but feel immense pleasure every time he does something. A little voice in the back of your head wonders "why?" but it gets smothered in the sea of euphoria as your brain screams at you to go faster, to go harder.

"More!" you shout, echoing your thoughts. He's just laying there as you hammer yourself onto him as hard as you can. Your whole body tingles, from head to toe, but it's your womb that you feel the most. It aches in need, in desire, wanting nothing more than to drown in your older brothers sperm. You swear you feel it kiss the tip of his dick every time you bottom out, your cervix getting crushed in indescribable pleasure.

"Not bad," he grunts, "I wasn't planning on busting early but you're really squeezing down on me. Must love my dick that much, huh?"

"Yes! I love it! I love your dick! Please, cum with me!"

"Fine, but you better take it all slut!"

For the first time and last time he becomes active. He grabs your waist, encircling it with his hands completely, as he lifts his hips to slam them into you just as you go down to slam into him. Your eyes roll up as you feel him begin to empty himself inside you, the warmth that swells into your womb spreading out through your whole body. You cum, violently, your whole body beginning to shake and spasm as your mouth opens in a silent scream. You collapse, toppling off his dick, as your vision fades completely

"Wake up, how long are you planning on lazing around?"

Your eyes flutter open. Groggy and dazed, you find yourself in your lounge wear on the couch. You glance up and see your older brother with an amused expression looking down at you.

"I'm heading out to meet some friends, I'll be grabbing lunch. There's money on the counter if you want anything, but I'll be home in time for dinner. You gonna be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm not a little kid," you answer groggily.

He grins, and ruffles your messy bed head with his hand. Your body jumps slightly, a damp spot beginning to form in your pants.

"You'll always be a kid to me, dork. See you later tonight, don't miss me too much."

"As if," you manage to respond.

You get up and stretch, deciding you better take a shower if it's already almost noon. You even fail to notice the lack of underwear under your clothes

"You'll always be a kid to me," he says, my pussy still sore and my womb full of his cum. What I wouldn't give to have someone so shamelessly own me. I wonder how long it would take me to finally realise I was spending more time desperately fingering myself than I was questioning his behaviour? How long it would take me to realise that it didn't matter how I felt, that only one thing mattered?

[flammingnachos]

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏(topper thornton x fem!reader)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; opposite attract they say, well that’s the case for you and topper your the embodiment of a person that makes choices without the fear of judgment or criticism and then there’s topper

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; Pogue!reader, abusive topper, controlling and manipulative,cursing, slight forced marriage, SMUT, (1/2)

Reckless.

Something that I’ve always been called as a child

I’ve never really paid attention to what anyone had ever about me since I’ve never really cared too much about people's opinions why worry about something that doesn’t make a difference in your life rather than just stress about it

My Perspective on people's opinions however changed during my teen years after my parents went bankrupt and were forced to slave themselves for the cooks on the other side of the town, my father worked for Judge Thornton as his personal construction worker.

My father became great friends with judge Thornton through out the years occasionally bringing me over during my teens years to meet Mr Thornton only son Topper.

During this time Topper didn’t even spare a few glances or a few words other than “hi” and “bye” from the times I’ve been over at his home as “play dates” as my parents liked to call it. He was busy hanging out with this best friend rafe and started talking to Sarah cameron

It was when I turned 16 my life had really changed, mom was home for a few days of the week while dad was barely ever there after my 15th birthday. It was then that same day a few knocks where heard on my front door

I looked over at the broken chronograph that was slanted on the wall seeing that it read 8:00 PM

“Who could be coming this late” I wondered

I hesitatingly walked over to the door slightly peeking through the door seeing that it was Sheriff Shoupe and another male officer with him, he looked up at me

“may I have a word with you Cassidy” He asked taking off his hat and resting it upon his chest

“Uhm my mother isn’t here at the moment you’ll have to come back another time,” I said looking around the house a bit

“Well, there’s no need what I need to talk to you about is about them” he sighed out

My eyebrows furrowed

I opened the door fully and gestured for them both to come in

“I didn’t want to deliver this kind of message to a young person as yourself but your parents have been arrested” He said calmly

It went silent after he said that, my whole world felt like it was gonna go crashing down after that, I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I just kept feeling daggers go straight through my heart and my vision blurring a bit

I wiped my eyes slightly

“W-what do you mean sheriff” I asked

“They’ve been arrested for theft, your father has been stealing money from judge Thornton bank and hiding it with your mother”

I stayed silent waiting for him to continue holding in my breath silently

“Judge Thornton was going to press charges but he made a deal with your father for his repayment, it involved you” he finished out waiting for my reaction

“W-what about me?” I whispered out

“He made a deal that you’ll be living with them from now on and you’ll be married off to there son Topper to repay the dept your father owed them” He said

That’s it right there.. when my whole word fell apart and crashed down right on me, the air seemed like it was suffocating me and the feet felt more heavier than they usual are and my body felt so hard to be still

I felt like passing out

The sheriff noticed this and held me slightly seeing my body about to stumble over and fall right onto the floor

“I understand how you feel Cassidy but right now your parents requested me take you back over the station to see them before they are put in jail” he said walking out the door slowly and guiding me over to the police car as he opened the door and I hesitantly got in frozen in place as he slammed the door and got in the drivers seat taking off

I was frozen in place unable to think or move a bone

This had to be a dream

The car moved up and down slightly as the sheriff drove through the bridge that separated the cooks from the pogues. The flashing lights from the street lamp post illuminating slightly over my face as he drove in the darkness

Without noticing more tears started slowly crept up into my eyes and right down on my face continuously as I wiped them trying the hardest for it to stop raining on my face but it didn’t.

The sheriff heard my sniffles and whales of cries and glanced at the rear view mirror.

I didn’t notice we reached at the station until I felt my door being opened and the cool summer air gushing on to me.

“C’mon Cassidy” he whispered out putting his hand out for me to grab onto it

I slowly looked up from the floor and looked over at his with glassy eyes slowly inching my arms to his and getting out the car

He closed the door guiding me into the station and down in the interrogation area, my head being dipped down and focused onto the floor the whole way there

He opened the door and there I was faced with my father and mother sitting side by side staring right at me with guilt in there eyes. I couldn’t bare to even look at them for what they had done and the situation they had now put me through

The sheriff pulled out the chair infront of my mother as I sat down chewing the bottom of lip

“Well I’ll leave you guys to it, you have a few more minutes left with your parents before there transit comes” he announced and then looked back over at them before taking his leave

The room stayed quiet

“Look sweetie what your father and I did was all for you, we didn’t mean for this to happen w-we just wanted you to have a better future” my mother spoke putting her hands over the table and rubbing the dried tears off my cheeks slightly

“Y-you’ve set me up to get married to some guy I barely even know a Cook at that” I sniffed

“It was the only way doll, it was either that or have you work for Mr Thornton off the debt that I made, I couldn’t have you slave behind me for something you didn’t even do” My father spoke back

I looked up at him with nothing to fury

“THEN WHY!? why do this shit if you knew you would have been caught and your poor old daughter would have to take all your consequence” I half yelled at him in frustration

This shocked both of my parents as there eyes both went up at my tone not to mention my cursing my mother removed her hands from my face

“Sweetie what we did was for you, for your future for your college for you fucking life-!” My mother started to yell but my father interrupted her trying to call her down

“louis!” he yelled

“Cassidy what your mother is trying to say is that this may seem like what we did was reckless of us because we didn’t think of the consequences but we did and we knew we would pay the price but we didn’t think that they would use you as the price we would be paying” My father explains in one breath

I stayed silent again

Right on cue the door opened we all turned to look over at who it was seeing it was another police office

“Times up, your transit is here Mr and Mrs Ryder” the man announced opening the door more wider as two other officers came in handcuffing both of my parents

“Wait wait, I didn’t get to-”I flinged up in a rush to stop them from handcuffing both of my parents

“I’m sorry ma’am but there transit is here to take them to the county prison” he tried to reasoned out

“It’s okay Cassidy, we deserve this” my father softly spoke out

“We’ll be fine, take care of yourself baby” my mother croaked out, water falling down on her face as she shut her eyes to stop herself fork crying even more than she already was

At the sight made me cry to seeing my other cry

“Noo mom please” I cried out blinded by the water spilling out my eyes

I grabbed my hands out for my mother as officer backed me up off her as I continued crying

“Well always love you Cassidy” my father said before he disappeared out the door and so did my mother, her cries still heard bouncing off the walls

The officer used his walkie talkie calling in for sherif shoupe

I sat back down crying into my arms

“I’ll take it from here officer”shoupe I recognized his voice nearing over towards me

“everything gonna be okay Cassidy, you can always vist them” he tried to cheer me up

I only cried out more

“C’mom cassidy we can’t be in here much longer, it’s getting late and you’ll catch a cold from the way you’ve been crying” he whispered out slightly picking up my arms

I sniffed whipping my eyes to stop the tears as I got up following shoupe to his police car passing by the rest of the officers as my continued wiping my eyes to stop the water from running back down my face some more

Sheriff shoupe opened his police car door as I slowly got inside the car buckling my seatbelt, the car taking off once I did so

I turned my head to the right looking thru the window watching as the trees passed by and by all the street lights that were now on

“It’s not my place but try to give Mr and Mrs Thornton a chance before you can judge” I heard Sherif shoupe spoke out making me turn my attention towards him driving the car

“Yeah”I whispered turning my attention back outside until we reached to my destination

We arrived in the next 10 minutes as the car came to a halt infront of there lawn, he got out walking springing to my side to open the door for me

I awkwardly smiled and got out as be slamed the door shut and started walking to the front door as I followed along

I examined my surroundings seeing their lawn perfectly mowed per usual and their front porch always looking effortlessly perfect, I stopped walking behind Sheriff Shoupe as he knocked on the door waiting for an answer

It took a minute for Mrs Thornton to answer the door, she smiled seeing Sheriff Shoupe but that smile faltered a bit seeing me there

Just great

“Sheriff it's nice to see you here with Cassidy” She cheered on with that plastic smile of hers

The sheriff smiled at this

“The pleasure is all mine, Cassidy didn't get to pack anything at all since her parents wanted to see her before they were transported to county prison” he explained as to why I just showed up empty handed with nothing but my phone

She nodded her head

“It's alright there's nothing like a little shopping won't fix for her” she chuckled out

He smiled while I stood there awkwardly

“Well, I should leave you guys to it then..Cassidy..enjoy your time with them and please don't stress over your parents there in great hands” He informed me, Turning to me as I nodded at his response

The sheriff nodded walking past me and right into his car, at Mrs Thornton opened the door more widely and gestured for me to walk in

“Come in please do” She said

As I walked in she the slammed the door shut, locking it making her way into another room in which I followed right behind her

“Mr Thornton or Topper isn't here at the moment which is great so I can just have a talk with you before I show you to your room and then you'll be meeting Both of them after they come in”she explained while taking a seat in her living room I'm guessing

“Sure” I croaked out unsure of what to really say to her

she smiled straightening her posture on the seat

“Okay good, as I'm assuming you already know you'll be the future wife of my son..”she paused looking for my reaction

I nodded pressing my lips onto a thin line looking around for a bit

“Good, there aren't many rules here but for you to always be with Topper outside, there aren't any restrictions or anything in the house…and you can't be out too late now” she finished off

“Okay” I said

“Alright, nice and obedient.. You truly are perfect” She smiled at me as I thanked her for the compliment

“Now I'm gonna show you to the room you'll be using until you and Topper graduate and you can move out and live somewhere by yourselves,” she said getting up and walking up the stairs and then making a left then up a smaller stairs in the corner where I saw three doors lined up next to each other

“that's Topper's room, Your room is right next to his, and The bathroom at the last corner” She explained using her hands

I hummed as she walked to the middle door opening it while walking in, following after her I got inside the bedroom and was amazed at what was infornt of me

It was bigger than all the rooms in my old House combined, I actually had a closet and not just a basket where I fold all my clothes and put them in and a big window scenery. Where I could sit and watch outside

I continued staring around the room twisting and turning as I inspected everything with my mouth agape in shock

“I know right, took my maids a few hours to get room cleaned out and changed into a girl room which was a guest room at first” She explained smiling at my reaction

She took a seat at the edge of the bed patting right next to her for me to sit down beside her, I listened sitting right down next to her

“I’ve never really had this type of experience before, since I've only grown Topper since he was young and his father and I were too busy to even try again” she sighed looking a bit sad

“I get that” I sympathized

She gave me a little smile pulling me into her embrace a bit

“Well, the boys is gonna get here in a few more hours so you have enough time to be alone in your new room for a bit before you meet your future husband” she cheered getting up and was about to leave before I halted her

“Thank you again..i’m sorry for what my parents have caused your family” I apologized

She only smiled at this

“Your parents actions aren't you faults, whatever they did doesn't correlate to you” She said, and then taking her leave shutting the door half open half closed a bit

I rested for a bit laying down on the bed before hearing some voices downstairs after a couple of hours just staring at the ceiling

“I still don’t get why where doing this mom” It was topper

And his mother arguing once again but it seemed like there voices were getting nearer to my room door

I squealed getting up and making myself look at least presentable and straight inform of topper and his father

Right then the door swinged open revealing all here of them Mr and Mrs Thornton and Topper himself all looking at me

Gosh

My breathed was nearly taken away by the sight of Topper, he still looked perfect from when he was younger

I say frozen unable to say a word but watch mindlessly as Mr and Mrs Thornton continued to argue some more

“Your wasting your life mopping behind that Sarah girl when you could be finding yourself a wife to continue the family legacy” his mother grumbled out angryly

“But mom” topper tried to reason out but his mother huffed out walking away from him as his father followed along

He stood there lost in silence

My crush on Topper never subsided even when he used to be jerk with rafe to me and John b and jj I still liked him even after his situation with the cook princess

It seemed like he’s examining me head to toe

We stood there in silence once more

“Enjoy your stay” he said in monotone voice before taking his leave and slamming his door right next to mines

Well that was just great

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Yakou and Yuma QuickFic

I've been feeling a little down today, so I decided to write a small drabble/flash fic to try and cheer myself up.

Nothing too whumpy, nothing too emotional or extreme, nothing that drags and nothing too OOC. Just domestic and straight to the point.

Another fairly tame sickfic.

Enjoy.

Warm and Weary

Word Count: 900+

Characters: Yuma Kokohead, Yakou Furio

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic

Yuma had just started walking back to the submarine from his outing. He had been investigating the city for a while, helping other people out, and making sure to stay out of the Peacekeeper's sights. But he started to grow a little tired.

Shinigami had told him in a nagging annoying tone to keep going, but he just didn't have it. He felt tired and drained from everything that's happened to him so far and the rain certainly wasn't helping him.

So to make sure he didn't cause any further trouble unexpectedly, he slowly trudged back to the agency and walked up the ramp onto the deck. His legs feeling heavier with every step.

As he stepped down the stairs and out of the humidity of the rain outside and into the cool air conditioning of the entrance of the sub, his temples had started to hurt slightly. Placing a hand to his head with a small look of strain, he walked slowly into the main office removing his rain attire. He really wanted to sit down.

He entered the room to see the agency's boss sitting at his desk reading his newspaper and smoking a cigarette like usual.

"Yuma, welcome back." Yakou said looking up from his reading.

Yuma nodded, hand still to his head "Thank you..."

"You're back a bit earlier than usual, something going on?" the chief asked raising a brow at Yuma's gesture.

Yuma sighed as his head started hurting more. Then he started feeling dizzy and his vision was getting a bit bleary. His legs almost felt like lead, but he somehow still had the strength to stand and kept standing. His body started feeling like it was slightly achy and as he took his hand off his head and looked down at it, there was a clear liquid substance on it. He was sweating.

Putting all these thoughts together as a detective does, Yuma came to a deduction to what might have been wrong. He spoke tiredly, but honestly and calmly.

"Chief, I think I have a fever..."

Yakou looked worried. "Oh, really? Here, lemme see..."

He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the tired trainee by the doorway. He would have asked Yuma to come to him but seeing how tired Yuma looked, that probably wasn't a good idea. Without a single word more he leaned down slightly and slid his hand under the boy's bangs.

Yuma's deduction was spot on.

"Yeah, you sure do." Yakou said with a frown feeling the warmth of the boy’s forehead.

“Sorry…” Yuma weakly apologized.

“Hey, it happens. You were probably just pushing yourself too hard out there.” Yakou replied placing a hand to Yuma’s shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down and I’ll see if I’ve got anything you can take.” Yakou lent Yuma his aid as he used his arm to support his back, helping him walk to the purple sofa.

“Thanks…” Yuma responded accepting Yakou’s assistance as he slowly stumbled to the sofa. Once he reaches his destination he sits down slowly. Feeling the world spin a bit as he closed his eyes.

Yakou observed Yuma carefully as he was seated. Concern all over his face as Yuma looked down.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good now that I take a closer look at you. You’re trembling a little too. I’ll see if I got a spare blanket.”

“N-No it’s okay... I’ll be fine if I just rest here for a little bit.” Yuma insisted looking back up at him.

“A little bit? Forget that! You’re burning up! You’re staying right here the rest of the day so I can keep my eye on you.” Yakou insisted even harder, purposely exaggerating the situation to make sure Yuma stays put.

“Huh? I couldn’t ask you to do that...” Yuma said.

“Too bad, you’re getting it anyway. I’m the chief and you’re the trainee. Far as I’m concerned my word is absolute.” Yakou said before scratching his head. “Or at least…it should be absolute.” he chuckled awkwardly.

He stood up. “Anyway, stay there. I’ll be right back.” He left Yuma alone as he went to the next room.

When he came back, he found a ‘blanket’ in the form of some extra sheets that were in the shower room and got some painkillers from the cabinet in the kitchen. He covered Yuma up and handed him the tablet medication with a glass of water to drink. Yuma took the medicine calmly, drinking the water to help it go down.

“Alright, I’ll try to make you something light to eat later, but for now I think you should take a nice long nap.” Yakou said looking down at Yuma who was now lying down under the covers with a damp cloth under his bangs.

“Thanks, Chief Yakou… I appreciate this.” Yuma said as he yawned. “I do feel pretty tired…”

Yakou just laughed. “Yeah. That's probably the painkillers. They usually knock me out like a light whenever I take ‘em when I have a headache from overnight work sessions or if I’m a bit hungover from drinking.”

“Chief, you should take better care of yourself…” Yuma said with both the intent of concern and to slightly tease him.

“Like you’re one to talk! You could fry a rice omelet on your forehead!” Yakou retorted back playfully.

Both of them laughed.

“But seriously, get some sleep Yuma.” Yakou said.

“Okay… Thank you again.” Yuma responded moving his body into a comfortable position closing his eyes and getting the most comfort he could from the sheets covering him.

“Hope you feel better soon.” Yakou said patting his back before getting up and turning off one of the lights before he goes back to his desk to sit down. Putting his cigarette out to not affect Yuma’s sleep.

At least he knew Yuma would avoid getting into any trouble for today.

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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ TALKING ABOUT WANDERER II

Hello again, here you have the second part of my Kuni/ Scaramouce analysis.

Disclaimer: I just did some research and everything but remember that what you’re going to read is a theory or a bunch of ideas, we don’t have anything in canon so for now let’s pretend this is how this puppet works. Also, I know some shit about psychology but don't take me too seriously, please!

In my first analysis, I was talking about his body and a little bit of his mind, not behavior because that’s not where I wanna focus. If you haven’t read the first part I recommend you to do it before reading this second part.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ PHYSICAL STRUCTURE

He doesn’t have bones, of course, this is logical, he’s not human, so the material his skeleton is made of must be some sort of metal, taking into account that yes, the archons might be capable to do what humans can’t but still have to work with materials that already exist. His body, despite his size, is heavier than a real human with similar proportions; not only Kuni has this attempt of a skeleton inside but also a complex system that allows him to move, fight, dance, eat, and even think.

Something curious I noticed was how when you use his ultimate some parts of his skin are bright. I interpret this as divine marks, it’s very possible that if you take a look at him naked you’ll notice marks on his neck, chest, and hips. My theory is that usually, those marks are purple, representing electro because his mother is the electro Archon but once Kuni uses his vision these marks turn green, for two reasons: its a symbol of how anemo, his freedom, is part of him, claiming the marks of a negligent mother and make them his own marks. The second is easier, Kuni is still a divine creation, Archon’s hair gets bright when they use their ultis, Kuni hair doesn’t do that but his body does. He’s not any puppet/robot like Katherine.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ TRAUMA, FEELINGS AND BRAIN

That being said, we’re going to explore canon things just because: Kuni is beautiful, is pretty and he knows it. His skin, hair, and voice are smooth, the shogun indeed created a divine being, this said, Kuni is not only beautiful outside but inside. I’m not saying he has a heart of gold and is a good boy, no, the Shogun made Kuni with an angelic appearance and the ability to feel, that’s what makes Scaramouche so precious and at the same time so vulnerable:

He can feel the whole range of emotions, just like a human, and as a human, he doesn’t have control over his emotions, his emotions control him, this in addition to his experiences make a very dangerous cocktail. Scaramouche feelings run so deep that he developed trauma, the second most obvious: Dottore’s abuse which probably originated a PTSD

Low HP line: I'm used to this. Kuni is used to pain, however, I don’t think the pain he feels can even compare to human pain, as Dottore said, he was the perfect candidate for his extreme resistance. Extreme resistance doesn’t mean Kuni can’t be in pain, it only means he couldn’t die or beg him to stop.

He can cry, hate, and feel pity as we know, but he can be considerate too. Birthday line: Give me your hand. Heh, there's no need to be nervous. I'm just taking you to a vantage point.

How is it? The scenery here should be quite breathtaking. There's no need to thank me — I see little point in it.

But that’s not all, his brain not only processes feelings but also has the ability to fantasize, foresee the outcome of some situations, and create imaginary scenarios, this is proven in the Archon’s quest and his plan to become a god, he had expectations and goals, he imagined an outcome, he fantasized about a future in which he was a god, but he also, in the past, dreamed of having a heart even though that wasn’t possible for a creature like him. It suggests that Kuni might have the ability to dream while he sleeps. Dreaming is not a super complex process, even animals can dream but for a puppet, an artificial creation to be able to do all the things I mentioned? well… That’s another level.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ MOMMY ISSUES AND EXTRA INFO

In addition to this, I’d like to mention that Kuni has mommy issues, but please, don’t think it's about him wanting a “mommy” or having a “mommy kink”, it’s completely different. Kuni has mommy issues because he was abandoned by his creator, this disconnection makes the person, in this case, puppet unable to understand his emotions and have a hard time understanding the emotions of the people around them, they can get attached easily (as we saw in his story), they can be in extreme yielding (something we can see in his past and in the present when he forgets his memories) but also can be evasive, and having very low self-esteem. Sounds familiar? yeah, yeah, I know.

Having mommy issues can be also related to the types of attachment, in my opinion, Kuni has a disorganized attachment, and it’s sad because this makes his life and the way he interacts with others extremely difficult and tiring. Some characteristics of this type of attachment are:

Fear of rejection.

Difficulty with intimacy.

Low self-worth.

Poor emotional regulation.

Fear of abandonment.

Extreme distance or extreme closeness.

Resistance to forming secure attachments.

Trust issues.

Sounds like him, right? and it breaks my heart, holy shit, why, why my baby had to suffer so much? Ah, okay, but to finish my analysis I’ll throw in some extra facts I’ve been thinking of:

If he can cry his eyes should be humid and soft, not like a doll’s eyes.

If he can cook, he can smell and must have some sort of taste buds.

If he feels pain, he can feel cold and hot temperatures, again, not like a human would do.

If he can eat, which is pretty much canon (not that he needs to eat, he just can eat) he can process the food and dispose of the components he doesn’t need.

And if he is so complex and physically he can do all that, is very possible he can have an erection, yes, you can rest in peace now, kunihoes, I got you, but he can’t create life, it’s not possible no matter how much I tried to make it work.

And that’s all, babies. I hope you enjoyed my analysis and agree with me when I say that Kuni is more human than he thinks! Poor little rabid kitten, he just needs some hugs, kisses, therapy (thank you Nahida!), and sex. Thank you for reading 💕