#but i am seething best years deserves better >:(

[ilostyou]

BFFR JUSTICE FOR BEST YEARS @fountainpensongs

[eratosmusings]

Loyalty (I)

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

summary: the king decides it's time for his brother to produce more targaryen heirs. who better than another hightower daughter to carry them?

warnings: adults only, all characters over 18, dubcon smut in later chapters, arranged marriage, abortion allusion (moon tea), coercion, terrible parenting

word count: 2.3k

dividers

“I won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?” Viserys asks with an air of frigid humor. “Who are you to deny your king what he has commanded?”

Otto seethes, decades of practiced court manners faltering under the demand. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but she is my daughter. I will not have her married off to a man whose love of violence and debauchery trails him like a shadow. She is a pious child. To marry her to Daemon is—“

“A blessing. She will marry a prince and a valiant knight.”

The other men at the table are silent. They'd expected talks of reinforcing the kingdom's claim on the Stepstones or of quelling rumors that had cropped up of Daemon corrupting his young niece in a brothel a year prior. The king commanding a marriage between Otto Hightower's youngest daughter—his only child from a tragically short second marriage—is an unpleasant surprise.

"He is already married."

Viserys gives a taut smile. "Daemon's marriage to Lady Royce has been annulled. By royal decree and with the blessing of the High Septon. It is in the best interest of Westeros that the Targaryen line remains vast and strong and it has been decided your daughter will do what Lady Royce did not."

Otto's face falls in disbelief. He's heard nothing of it. This had been set up to corner him. "She is a child."

"She is nearly four years older than Alicent was when we wed. The queen has proven your daughters are strong vessels for Targaryen children."

"It is different. She is different. She is not as strong as Alicent."

The king shakes his head. "I will hear no more discussion of this. She will wed Daemon and this feud between the two of you shall end once and for all.”

Alicent’s touch is feather-light as she takes hold of your hands. Her eyes wander across your form, taking in the exquisite ivory gown. Its crimson embroidered dragon along the skirt a special request from your soon-to-be husband. “You look beautiful, sister.”

You can say nothing to your half-sister, barely able to retain the tears brimming in silence. A fortnight was all you’d been given to prepare to wed the vilest creature in Westeros. Daemon Targaryen was all you could have ever hoped against in a husband.

Your father stands tall behind Alicent, head held high. "The image of the Maiden herself."

A choked sob escapes you at his words. This marriage was punishment by the Seven for every sin you'd ever committed. For the impure thoughts you'd had of knights. The white lies you'd spoken to save yourself the wrath of Septa Agerrea. The gambling you'd participated in when you’d bet your favorite embroidery needle in a game of cards with Lysa Tyrell. Had you only followed the Faith more faithfully, this torture would not be yours to endure.

“I believe it is time to take your place with the king, Your Grace,” your father says.

Alicent hesitates with glossy eyes. She draws you into a tight hug and whispers an apology and how much she loves you. You have the faintest memory of her wedding to the king a few years before. The happy sister who’d spent hours braiding your hair when the handmaidens failed to do it properly disappeared into a hardened queen round with child seemingly overnight. The smiles and giggles you’d shared daily turned to fond, distant memories. She withdraws a moment later, wiping at her face.

When the door shuts your father moves behind you. You watch in the ornate mirror as he drapes the green maidencloak of House Hightower across your shoulders. The new burden's weight feels uncomfortable.

He returns to stand before you, his expression sorrowful. "I am sorry, my sweet child, for this atrocity. You deserve far better.”

“I could have saved myself this fate had I been less worldly and become a Septa.” Your palm wipes at the tear that had fallen.

He cups your cheek. “Perhaps. But we cannot lament on what we could have done. Indeed we must focus instead on your duty to the realm.”

“To be a good wife,” you state. It was what he had raised you to be.

“No, sweet child,” he says softly, “I fear that I must ask something far more difficult of you. For your duty to the realm must supplant your duty in marriage.”

The wedding takes place in a haze. You tremble, stumble over words, and can not meet the eyes of your now husband nor the Septon. Soon you would betray them both.

For the good of the realm.

You do not eat or drink through the feast. You barely speak. You think you might have danced, though all you remember of it is a blurring background and an embroidered dragon that matches your own. It had stared at you accusingly.

“Shall I call for the bedding ceremony to begin, brother?” the king slurs loudly. If there had been anything in your stomach, it surely would have come out now. It was one vile thought to have him touch you. But to have other men undress you as well?

Your hand is pulled from your lap, enclosed in another twice its size, callous and rough against your skin. For the first time that day you look at your husband. You’d never seen him this close. The lavender gaze cannot have been of this world. It’s too vibrant, too knowing. “Too many of the men here have wandering hands. I’d hate to spill blood on such a blessed day.” His lips brush against your hand. “My sweet wife should not have to endure such tragedy.”

The king responds dismissively. Something of disappointing guests, but to do as he pleases. Daemon takes it as a dismissal and pulls you from your seat. The last thing you hear is the call from many about bloody sheets.

Perhaps the Mother has decided to take mercy on you. For you cannot breathe as the doors to the prince’s chambers close behind you. Death can take you before he can.

He stands in front of the fire, pouring some drink into a goblet. The flickering orange light suits him. Like he was born for flames. “You must relax. There is nothing for you to fear from me.” A lie. There was much to fear from him.

A booming knock echoes through the room.

“Enter.”

Two servants carrying trays of bread and fruit enter. Then they are gone just as swiftly. The door closes once more.

“You must eat,” he says, taking your hand once more and leading you to a small table. You sit and a piece of bread is offered. You take it and, after an expectant nod, take a bite. It’s still warm and soft. You take another bite. And another.

It’s gone quickly. Too quickly for a lady. A bowl of berries clatters softly in front of you. You pick at it slower, though not as slowly as you’d like. They are sweet. Perfectly ripe.

“Would you like some wine?”

Despite the juice of berries coating your tongue, your mouth is dry as you speak for the first time since you’d said your vows. “Yes, please.”

“So well mannered.” A smug smile spreads across his face as he raises his goblet and sips. He reaches over and sets it down beside the half-empty bowl. “I forgot to have them retrieve another cup.”

The crimson red liquid ripples. A challenge.

“You are very gracious, my Prince. Thank you.” You lift it by the stem and drink. It was stronger than you’ve ever had before. The taste takes you aback, coughing as it soaks your tongue. Hastily you set the cup back down.

"I take it you don't often indulge in Dornish Reds."

"No, never."

His head cocks to the side appraisingly. "I suppose such a thing has never been offered to you before. Not within the confines of your father's authority. He has given you a rather sheltered life."

A prickly heat seeps up your neck. "My father did not confine or shelter me. He has only ever guided me to live as virtuously as the Seven wished for all their children to live.”

“How very kind of him to not let you endure the same vices as himself.”

You blink, his words sinking in. The implication that your father is a drunkard stings. He isn't, but you don’t fight his accusation. Selfishly, you do not wish to defend your father. Instead, you pluck a berry from the bowl, hoping to end the conversation entirely.

"Are the berries quite good?"

You nod, not wanting to speak again.

"Might I have one?" When you go to pick up the bowl, he stops you. "Pick me out the best one."

The best one? The bowl is still half full. Which berry was the best? Would he be disappointed if you picked one he did not like? Or one that was not ripe enough? Not sweet enough? What would he do to you if he disliked the one you chose?

It was the largest blackberry that you finally settle on, prepared to hear how terrible the choice had been as you hold it out to him. He doesn't simply take it. He leans over the table, taking the berry and your fingers into his mouth.

The act is heinously intimate. It leaves you frozen and breathless as he pulls away, his eyes alight in devious amusement. "I'm not sure which taste I prefer. The berry's or your's."

Fire spreads across your cheeks. You flinch away, embarrassed. In the escape effort your arm knocks against the goblet. To your horror, it clatters against the table. The liquid sloshes across your front, staining the white gown.

The crimson seems to seep from your womb, condemning you for something you had yet to do. You paw at the stain as the chair clatters on the ground from the force with which you'd stood.

Tears brim in your eyes as it continues to spread.

“There's no need to fret. It is only wine.”

“I have desecrated it.” The tears have not stopped falling and your hands have not stopped scrubbing at it with your fingers. “The stain will never come out.”

“It is only a dress.” He cups your face, encouraging you to meet his gaze. It searches for some understanding.

He would never understand.

“I am so sorry, my Prince.”

He shushes you softly and places a kiss against your forehead. This was the monster? The vile, unholy beast whose every action was an affront to the Seven? This man who had shown you nothing but kindness?

You cry harder.

He is not the monster.

You are.

You aren’t sure how long you cry. But he holds you through it all. He speaks little more than a few consoling phrases, but it is more than you deserve. His presence, arms around you, kisses on your hair. All of it more than you deserve.

You’re finally calm, only left with sniffles, when he says, “We should get the dress to the washwomen before the stain sets.” What good would it do? The stain can never be removed from your soul. Still you agree and turn for him.

His fingers are swift as they loosen the strings of your bodice. Practiced. He is practiced. Behind closed doors you assume, but there were numerous tales of his public debauchery. It has been gossiped that he prefers the thrill of open affairs and touches of multiple women.

“Why did you refuse the bedding ceremony?”

He pauses. “Did you wish to have one?”

“No,” you say quickly. “But given your…tendencies I…I thought…” A quiet hum has your words trailing off.

His work continues, though slower. “You are not a whore in a brothel.”

“Neither is your niece and yet...”

Air blows across your neck as he chuckles. “Has my pious little wife been gossiping about the chastity of the Crowned Princess?”

Your lungs seize at the realization of what you’d just said. It’s treason. Questioning her virtue is treason.

“Relax, jaesa.” His hands slip between the shoulders of your shift and the loose gown, pushing the sleeves down your arms. “I took you under my protection today. You may speak freely to me.”

“I,” you hesitate, freeing your hands of the garment, “I had heard that a year ago you snuck the princess from the castle and—“

He bunches the fabric at your waist and tugs. “Had my way with her in some brothel?”

“Yes.”

The gown struggles for a moment, snagging on the curve of your behind. Another tug and it is a pile around your feet. “My niece wished to see King’s Landing. I showed her and returned her to the castle, still a fair maiden like yourself.”

“Of course.”

“You doubt me?”

“No, my Prince.”

"It would do a great disservice to our union to begin it with lies." He prompts you to turn and hesitantly you do. He is shorter than your father, yet his presence is as commanding. More so. It makes you aware of how thin the fabrics of your shifts were when his gaze drifts down. "My niece's heart belongs elsewhere. As do my desires."

His touch is gentle as he cups your cheek, but the feeling's it stirred are rough and uncertain. Bordering on traitorous.

“Shall I call a servant to fetch the dress?” The words waver. You wonder if they’re comprehensible at all.

They are, it seems as he rejects the offer and slips out the door himself with the dress. The reprieve from his watchful, astute eye is welcome. You fall to your knees at the edge of the bed and recite the prayer your father had taught you minutes before you’d been led down the aisle.

Warrior, give me strength for what I must do. It is for the good of the realm.

Mother, forgive me for what I must do. It is for the good of your faithful servants.

Stranger, lead my children to peace. It is for the good of their innocent souls.

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embers of love ⟢ atsumu m.

warnings: forgetful!tsumu, girlfriend!reader, arguments, mentions of best friend!osamu and bestfriend!suna, kissing-ass tsum tsum, fixing a relationship, mentions of proposing, cussing, angst to fluff to smut at the end (unprotected sex, creampie, rough but loving)

It's been two weeks since you've last had an actual, meaningful conversation or interaction with Atsumu. Being his girlfriend of six years, you had expected that he would always be attentive to his career more than you. Honestly, his career was very important to him, and you could see in some aspects if he slacked just a smidge with giving love. Some.

But this, this was ridiculous for him to be doing. You waited impatiently for Atsumu Miya to return home. The house you guys put a down payment for when things got rather serious, and you both realized that it is way better coming home to a home instead of an apartment.

You've known 'Tsumu since you guys were second years and then you both fell in love. Who knew that such young, sweet, innocent love would get you to where you are today?

You heard keys jangling into the keyhole of the front door and you remained in your spot on the couch you both went shopping for forever ago. The blonde man walked in, set his keys down on the tray, took off his shoes and started walking towards the bedroom.

It was as if he didn't realize you were even there. He probably didn't, the exhaustion radiating off of him in waves. It made you feel bad for what you were about to bring up, but it needed to be talked about before you cracked and brought hell to him.

"Atsumu," Your voice spoke out into the room, he stopped in his tracks. "We need to talk." You firmly demanded of the professional volleyball player.

He sighed, "Y/n, can we jus’ do this 'nother time? I'm fuckin' tired." His aggravated tone tore through you, fueling your anger even more.

Your face hardened as he tried to continue walking and ignore you.

"Miya, give me one reason why I should stay with your ass right now." You finally said the words you were so scared to say weeks back. However, you're done now, there's no going back for what you just said.

"’Scuse me?" He whipped around so fast, demanding to know where this suddenly came from. Not only had you referred to him as his last name but, you had spoken about leaving him? Were you out of your mind?

"You heard me. I'm tired of this shit." Your fists balled up, standing from your seat on the couch. You finally had his attention, and you weren't going to let it go now.

"What shit? Me goin’ ta work every single day ta provide a life fer us that ya wanted?" He retorted, crossing his arms obviously not wanting to have this conversation.

"Oh wow! You're so big and strong for going to work every day! I do the same fucking shit too, you ass. That's not what this is about. This is about how I haven't properly talked to you in two weeks and then before that it was almost a month!"

"Atsumu, I am your girlfriend. We've been together for six fucking years! Don't you think I'd want to see you, talk with you, love you?" You sounded exasperated with having to explain yourself as if he didn't see what had been going on through tired eyes.

"Ya know how important my volleyball career is 'ta me. 'S not my fault ya can't handle bein' by yerself." He scoffed, his words like ice to you.

You could've sworn your eye just twitched in anger.

"Why is this going over your head you blonde asshole. I'm saying that if you still want me here, want me to have my part in this relationship, then you also have to have yours." You seethed at him, entirely over his recent behavior because you didn't deserve it.

"I do, yer just so fuckin' needy. Dont'cha think that I should get a fuckin' break from havin' to do unnecessary shit when I hav'ta work late 'nd get up early?" His voice was beyond tired and ready to climb in bed and sleep. It was loud, bouncing off the walls and bouncing right into your ears.

Oh, he wanted to get loud.

"So, I'm needy now? Wanting the bare fucking minimum from a man who can't even see past his own actions to realize that he's about to be single is needy?" You scoffed at him, "I didn't realize that actually wanting you to be caring like how you were in high school was deemed unnecessary." You shouted, pushing past him to the bedroom, done with this conversation.

You had a bag packed already; it wasn't everything you owned because you didn't expect that you would actually get into a predicament like this. Perhaps staying one night over at a friend's place, not this.

You couldn't stand the tears that gathered in your eyes as you gripped your bag and tried to rush out of there. This has to be the worst argument yet.

"Now where tha' hell you think yer goin'?" He tried blocking your way, obviously still pissed and wanting to continue even if it didn't get anywhere. A habit that he possessed since high school that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to let go of it.

"Leaving." You didn't spare him a glance as you put on your shoes and grabbed a coat.

"Hah, don't fuck tha' first man ya see." He ridiculed, not caring that you were leaving because of him in the first place.

"Fuck you, Miya!" It sounded wobbly and raw, but you said it. You slammed the door shut and with it your heartbreak of the man you desperately loved and wanted to love you.

With a dial of your phone, you called someone who'd always let you crash at his place.

"Hello?" Suna's voice answered over the phone.

"Rin, can I please stay over tonight?" Your voice cracking, you knew you had to pull yourself together because this was the first time you've left like this and called Suna like this before.

"You're always welcomed here, you know that. What's wrong?" He asked, shuffling on the other side of the phone made you pause for a bit.

"'Tsumu and I had a bad argument." You didn't really want to get into it all over the phone, but it was almost a ten-minute walk to get to Suna's from your house.

Rin cursed under his breath and let out some other obscenities about Atsumu before speaking on the line, "You can stay here as long as you want, so don't worry. Have you talked to 'Samu yet?"

"No, no. Your house is closer and it, you know, it just happened and stuff so." You swallowed thickly, trying not to cry again over the hurtful words Atsumu is capable of.

"Okay, well, I'll be here and put the kettle on too. Want me to stay on the phone?"

"No, it's okay, Sunarin. Bye." You ended the phone call, using the last bit of time that you had to walk to his house to collect yourself.

You were sure that 'Tsumu didn't give two shits where you were right now, those hurtful words he said coming to the front of your mind. It was horrible to think that with a small conversation the behavior could have been fixed from him. It's not the first time either.

Fighting with Atsumu was pointless half of the time. He liked to be hurtful; he liked when it would get so bad too because he could say it was the heat of the moment instead of taking accountability. That really was a deciding factor if you did go the route of breaking things off with him.

God, that physically hurt your heart to the extreme.

Finally, you were at a safe haven for now. You didn't bother knocking on Rin's door, knowing he left it unlocked for you. You could feel the warmth of his house and it held a familiar smell too, like a home away from home.

"Rin?" You called, taking off your shoes and setting the barely packed bag at the entrance of the home.

"In here, Y/n." Rin spoke from the kitchen, nonetheless probably had the kettle on and tea ready for you.

Before even getting two steps into the room, you were engulfed in a tight hug. Rin was never one to really give hugs, only in special situations like this one for example.

"Wanna talk about it over your favorite tea that your best friend made for you because he cares?" Rin asked into your hair, trying to gauge your emotional state right now.

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine." You replied, not trying to let the new line of tears fall.

Within twenty minutes you were done explaining how long you've felt neglected by 'Tsumu and you hated using that word too. After thirty minutes you were trying to get Rin to not call Osamu, which would just make things worse for you.

"'Samu, you need to talk some sense into your shitty twin." Were the only words spoken by Rin before you tried grabbing the phone from him. That's when you got a facetime call from Osamu.

"Ugh, now look at what you've done. You made him facetime us." You rolled your reddish eyes at Suna who just put his hands up in defense.

"What happened, Y/n?" Osamu's face showed up on the phone screen, concerned tracing over his features most likely due to your appearance, you thought.

You sighed, "It's just 'Tsumu. We had a bad argument." You didn't really want to go into it in depth like you did with Suna only because looking at 'Samu was like staring Atsumu in the eyes.

"How bad? Need me ta' talk some sense inta' him fer ya?" The phone screen started blurring a bit as you watched Osamu start getting up and shuffling around.

"No!" You cleared your throat from embarrassment. "I mean, no 'Samu, that won't be necessary, okay? He just said some mean words and I did too so it's not like I'm all innocent either." You eluded eye contact to phone 'Samu until Rin shouted from behind you.

"Yeah, but he told her not to fuck any man she sees when she left, 'Samu." Rin's irritated voice spoke right after your own.

"Oh, that sonofa--don't worry, Y/n. I gotcha." And with that, the facetime call hung up. You stared at the black screen, not sure of what to do now either.

You groaned, "Rin, I don't want to think anymore tonight." You slumped on the expensive couch that he had. It had such a luxurious and soft velvet feeling, which could definitely be able to easily put you to sleep.

"Need me to get the drinks?" He asked, gesturing at the kitchen. Rin had his own bar in his house for some reason. It never failed to amaze you on all the hobbies he was able to pick up, and for this one it was bartending at his house.

"I'm good. I'm just going to shower and sleep, if that's fine. I don't want to deal with Miya's' shit anymore." And that made you pause. Did you really not want to deal with him anymore or was it his behavior?

Quite frankly you didn't know but you'd rather get black out drunk than think about it.

"Okay, well you know where everything is so. I'll be around if you need me. I'm here for you." Sunarin glanced back at you once more before leaving and it brought back memories of when you both were in high school too.

Suna was always there for you. Always knew how to crack you up and comfort you when you were sad. He's always been the best, especially when he welcomed you into the Miya twin's antics too.

While you were getting ready to sleep your sorrows away, Atsumu was ten minutes away wondering when you were going to come home. He's too proud to send you a text first of course, especially after those malicious words to you that he never thought he'd say to you.

He sat on the couch with his phone in his hand, his hair a mess after running his fingers through it to keep him calm. He was hesitant to text or call you to ask if you were coming home or going to leave him. That thought made his heart drop into his ass. So, he was about to dial the next best thing, his twin.

That's when he got a call himself from none other than his own twin. The blonde cursed under his breath, knowing you probably talked to 'Samu first.

"Hey, 'Samu."

"Don't 'Hey, 'Samu' me. I heard what ya said to Y/n. Now what tha fuck were ya thinkin' talkin' to a woman like that?" Osamu's voice came out in such an irritated, almost angry tone that it took aback Atsumu.

"She's tha one who talked 'bout leavin' me! 'Samu, is she at yer place? S’gettin' late, and she hasn't come back yet." He couldn't help but to run another hand into his already messed up hair.

"'Tsumu, get yer shit together or she's gonna fuckin' leave yer ass. And quite frankly? I don't blame 'er. Ya were bein' a real piece of dickwad shit ya'know?" 'Samu scoffed on the other side of the phone as Atsumu tried to beg once again of where you were at.

"'Samu, I know that okay?" He got up and paced around the living room. "I just, God, I don't know how ta' get her ta' forgive me when I was bein' like that."

"'M not goin' to give you all tha answers but ya need to make it up to her and actually be sincere about it. Now stop messin' around, you already bought a ring, dumbass. Ya watch yerself too, there's plenty of guys who know how to treat a woman right."

Before Atsumu could say anything or question what his brother meant by that, he heard the familiar beeping of the phone call ending.

"What tha fuck?" 'Tsumu thought aloud, even though there was no one home to hear him.

Before Atsumu could even let his brain process, his body was up and moving around. Soon, he realized he was making a little get-away for the two of you guys. It was like he woke up from a hazy dream he was sleeping in and needed to take control before he lost someone that he never thought he'd lose.

Soon enough, a get-away was planned for the two of you and Atsumu had made sure enough to spoil the hell out of you by leaving a lot of detailed instructions too.

He paid for a suite hotel room, ordered your favorite bouquet of flowers to surprise you in the bathroom, arranged a spa day for the two of you and a manicure and pedicure especially for you, champagne, and dinner reservations every night.

He also rented your favorite movies, shitty snack foods that you love, and he hates, rose petals in the room for when you both arrive and fake candles because he didn't want to accidentally burn down the room.

He only hoped that you wouldn't leave him the next time he saw you. Atsumu prayed to anything and everything that he would get another chance and be able to apologize to you before you could even say anything.

After collecting everything he needs and packing a bag for you and him, he was on his way to Suna's, determined to come to you and apologize the right way.

Atsumu knew you like the back of his hand, if you weren't with 'Samu then you were with Suna. The more he starts to think about how much he's missed you and hasn't really seen or talked with you in a while, it hurts. He could see why you wanted to dump his ass.

He had to make it right; he thought after he quickly parked and got out of the car. His skin chilled not only because of the weather but knowing you probably walked through this upset after he said words he wishes he could take back now.

Banging on the door, he didn't waste any time calling for you, "Sunarin! Open up, I know Y/n's in there!" He shouted, not caring that it was well late into the night either.

After a few moments of dogs barking and a couple front porch lights turning on due to his loudness, the door finally opened. Instead of Suna, like Atsumu originally thought, it was you instead.

The harsh knocking woke you up first since you had been sleeping on the couch and it's not like you could ignore it either. 'Tsumu was very adamant about things like this.

You opened the door quickly to cease his pounding on it and was met with familiar eyes that seemed to long for you.

"What do you want?" You cut to the chase, not wanting to hear the familiar sweet-talk he would always use to get out of you being frustrated with him.

"I'm-I'm here ta apologize ta ya Y/n." Atsumu's heart was pounding at the sight of you. Now he always thought you were beyond gorgeous but right now with your hair a mess and red, tired eyes he couldn't help but to feel terrible because he was the cause of this. Of your pain.

"Don't want to hear." You said, shutting the door, planning to ignore his advance of receiving your forgiveness. That is, until his foot was blocking the doorway.

"Please, please Y/n. Jus' let me apologize fer hurtin' ya. Please." He begged, wearing down at your already weary state. You were supposed to be pissed at him for the shit he's caused you, granted you have thought about ending things but now you're not so sure.

"Fine," You stated, leaving the door cracked to where you could shut it if needed be.

"Thank ya," He took a deep breath in before continuing. "I realized after ya left that I was bein' petty about our argument, and even before then too. I haven't been tha best boyfriend lately 'nd you deserve better from me. I'm goin’ ta be better fer ya startin' right now."

The emotion in his eyes as he started became thicker and so did the tightness in your throat. This was all you wanted, a promise that he would be better for you, so you didn't have to beg him to love you like you needed.

You didn't say anything, "I'm sorry fer spoutin' some shit like I did before ya left. I was jus' so mad and exhausted which isn't an excuse, I know." He ran a hand through his hair like earlier.

"I jus' hope ya can forgive me fer bein' so stupid. I realized that I could actually lose ya, yaknow? And that—it really scared me." He finished, hope and nervousness filling his eyes as he waited for a response, a movement, anything from you.

You took a sharp intake of air, "I was going to leave you, you know. I was tired of your shit and being treated like shit from you. I won't hesitate anymore the next time something like this happens, I'll just leave." You glared at the man who has your heart. You didn't want to forgive him but something so small, so tiny had told you to.

Atsumu looked so relieved as he blew out a sigh. "Thank ya, hon. Really. Thank ya so much." He reached through the door opening and hugged a bit of you that he could get.

Seeing your rugged state and blotchy eyes was something he never wanted to see again, especially if he was the cause of it.

"Can ya come with me?" He asked, in hopes of you saying yes. Since you had already stated that you weren't leaving him, his other part of treating you well was still needed to do.

You glanced backwards to make sure you both haven't woken up Suna and then nodded. You presumed that continuing what else that was supposed to happen would be best at your house instead of Suna's.

As you gathered your bag and folded the blanket on the couch, you sent Rin a quick text that you were headed home and would update him.

Getting into the warm car made you fight back the urge to fall asleep, knowing that you would be home within less than five minutes. However, that didn't stop the nulling of the ride from easing you to rest again.

Atsumu was thankful that you had fallen asleep in the car. The hotel was a few towns over, and he didn't really want to explain to you why he was taking a different route. Not to mention that it was the middle of the night too.

He was becoming tired after the hour and a half drive, but he fought to stay awake to check into the hotel and surprise you.

"Honey, hon, wake up." He nudged your shoulder, trying to wake you up gently.

"Hm? Are we home?" You asked, peeling your eyes open, except you weren't in your driveway. You were at a hotel; it was a very tall and large building at that too.

"Atsumu, why are we at a hotel?" You suspiciously asked, an eyebrow raised hoping that he didn't think he was getting lucky just because you forgave his behavior.

"Its'a surprise, come on honey. The valets are goin' to park our car fer us." He said, smiling and gathered a suitcase that you didn't even realize was in the backseat.

You followed along with your brows furrowed and confusion written all over your face. After checking in and getting the room key, Atsumu handed it to you, "I'll carry yer backpack too, ya can get the door, hon."

You assumed he was trying to be sweet and kiss ass since he hurt you but at the same time you felt bad because you had yet to apologize for your hurtful words to him as well.

The carpet of the floors was gentle as you walked down the long hallway and finally reached your room. Number 528 on the gold plate of the door.

You swiped the room key card, and the click was heard as you pushed open the ungodly heavy door. Immediately, you gasped.

The room was absolutely beautiful, red rose petals were scattered throughout the room, and fake candles lit up around the room as well. The lavender scent cascaded through it too, your eyes began to water, you couldn't believe that this was all for you.

"'Tsumu, did you do all of this?" You asked, breathlessly, your voice in your throat hitched as you turned towards him.

"Yes, I did. M’sorry fer hurting ya, hon, I promise. I'll be better fer ya from now on. I swear." You closed the distance between you and him as he let go of the door and it shut.

"I'm sorry too. I also said some hurtful words that I promise I didn't mean. I was just angry and wanted to be treated better by you." You sincerely said, happy now that apologies were out of the way, and he had gone out of his way to plan something like this for you.

"What about practice tomorrow?" You pulled back from the hug you had engulfed him in.

"I took some days offa work fer ya." He smirked his usual, "I gotta make sure ya feel loved yaknow?" Atsumu picked you up and carried you to the bed.

The white bedsheets were a stark contrast from the red rose petals you started playing with. 'Tsumu un-did the covers for you and tucked you in not before shutting the lights and getting in himself.

"I'm sorry this all happened so late, we should sleep in." He murmured from behind you. His warmth radiates like a heater to put you to sleep.

You didn't say anything about the half hard thing poking you in the back as you drifted off to sleep. Neither did 'Tsumu as he shifted his hips away from your ass to make you understand that he didn't expect sex from you.

"S'okay 'Tsumu." You mumbled before drifting to sleep with him holding you. He was glad you both made up, but he was more so excited to treat you well over these next few days.

After four days of gifts, love, and sweet-talking from Atsumu, you were getting needy, and you both knew it. It had started with him treating you to dinner every single night, breakfast in bed, kisses and random hip grabs throughout the days and even a spa day too.

It was like falling in love all over again from high school. This was the love you craved from your boyfriend. And naturally, it made you want to give him something special. Atsumu hadn't even been the slightest bit sexual with you since this little get-away had started, and that makes you feel all the wilder.

That's how you got yourself in the predicament now. You both were back into the hotel, getting changed for bed. You specifically wore your sexiest pajamas just for his eyes. He told you that tonight was a movie and snack night instead of fancy dining. You were all for it and enjoyed every second of being with him.

However, halfway through the movie, you couldn't help but to shift a lot more. Not really paying attention to the movie but to how you could tell you were having an effect on Atsumu.

You could see it as his jaw clenched and his eyes were fixated on the movie instead of how you were purposefully rubbing your ass on him with the excuse that you're just getting settled.

The dam broke for him and you when you didn't stop grinding on him but instead was using him to get yourself off and a moan slipped out. Suddenly the TV was shut off and you opened your lidded eyes to look over at your boyfriend.

"Y/n. What...?" Atsumu choked out, understandably trying to hold off on the need to make love to you.

"I'm sorry, 'Tsumu. I just want you so bad," You mewled, happy with the work you meticulously planned.

"Ya do? God, fuck, I've been waitin' fer ya ta say somethin'." Atsumu groaned out, as you gave him consent to whatever was about to happen between the two of you.

His strong hands flipped you around to your back and you gasped, forgetting that being a volleyball planner and hitting the gym a lot can cause him to manhandle you.

It's definitely been a while since you both have had sex.

He stuck a hand in your pajama shorts, realizing that you hadn't even put on any underwear either and groaned with need. His cock was painstakingly hard by now from your earlier ministrations.

"Fuck, yer so hot. So needy fer not wearin' any panties too." He chuckled with need.

Soon, you were positioned into a mating press, your legs folded against your naked chest. Above you, Atsumu was roughly giving you the pleasure you needed because with every thrust he gave, his trimmed pubic hair would rub your clit.

You couldn't help the moans that he tore out of you, missing the way he hurts you so bad by going a bit too hard.

"Uhg, fuck, I can't-" You moan to Atsumu, his eyes directly focused on the way his cock disappears inside of your pussy and the white ring you've formed on him.

God, he loved you.

"Yes, ya can. Yer not cummin' yet," He groaned as you squeezed him more when he started rubbing your clit in circles, which made your hips buck and head thrown back.

"Fuck, fuck, ah-" Atsumu's hips stuttered, the pleasure becoming too much and was on the brink of finishing inside your fertile cunt.

When your orgasm crashed onto you, your body shook, and legs tried to flail under his grasp. The tightness eventually stopped ‘Tsumu's thrusts as his hips bucked into yours as he came. You both tried to catch your breath but before Atsumu could stop his mouth he said, "Marry me." breathlessly to you.

Your head snapped out of the fog it was trapped in, and you widen your eyes, "What?" You finally out, your surprise of what he said taking over the moment.

"Marry me, Y/n. I love ya." Atsumu said, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his cock still inside of you, and the sweat from your bodies becoming much too hot.

"This isn't tha romantic moment I had planned, but m’serious 'bout marryin' ya." He firmly stated his hands on your hips as he gently pulled out of you to delicately pull you close to him.

"Uh, yes!" You laughed into his chest, what a dork.

You weren't expecting him to propose, especially when he got out of bed and reached into his black dress pants pocket and pulled out a fucking ring.

A huge ring at that.

Now your mouth was agape, you hadn't expected him to have actually bought the ring already. You teared up when he asked if you wanted to put it on, to which you nodded.

It fit like a glove; you were touched.

"I love you so much 'Tsumu, so much."

a/n: i hope you guys liked this! it was almost 5k words lol, i hope tsum tsum wasn't too ooc <3

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Undiagnosed // Ch. 21

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut, mentions of thoughts of suicide.

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter 20 | Masterlist

“Who do you think you are-” “Shut up!” I yelled as I turned to face her. She closed the door a shocked look on her face. “How fucking dare you.” I said as I pointed at her. “How dare I?” I nodded. “Yeah. As I grew up I realized what a shitty mother you were but I never expected this kind of low from you!” She was reeling. “Shitty mother? You should be grateful to us! We raised you with only the best-” “AND I WAS MISERABLE!” I screamed. “You raised me with so much fucking trauma! You want to know why I was so ‘emotional’? Maybe you should read these!” I tossed the papers at her, the paper clip keeping them together. She grabbed them and within a second her face fell. “How did you get these?” She asked. “My doctor gave them to me when I went to see her today. Asked me of I was taking anything for my ADHD and depression.” I’m sure my face was tinged red, showing how angry I am and I hope she understands the severity of this. “You didn’t tell me.” I seethed. “You didn’t tell me when you knew of ways to help me.” I said as I stepped closer. “Instead you let me suffer and struggle and be made fun of and called the weird kid my entire childhood.” I was in her face by the time I finished. “You let me suffer and consider suicide at fucking thirteen years old when I could’ve been in therapy and on medications to make me function better!” “They only gave us this diagnosis to shove pills down your throat! You don’t have any of this! You were and are just a bad misbehaved child! You needed what our parents gave and that was a good ass whooping! I messed up with you because I was too soft on you.” She stepped past me and I was shocked. 

“Too soft on me?! Smacking me in the face was too soft? Daddy beating the hell out of me with a belt was too soft?! You’re sick in the head!” I said and she scoffed. “I did what I had to do-” “No, you did what you thought was easy! Because you couldn’t buck up and be a decent person or a good mother! Because having patience for your child was too hard!” “WE COULDN’T HANDLE YOU!” She screamed in response. “YOU WERE THE WORST BEHAVED CHILD I HAD EVER MET!” It shouldn’t have but it stung. “We couldn’t handle you! I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with you! Especially when you were a baby! You would just cry and cry and I almost just stopped taking care of you all together but I knew if you died your father and I would be in prison!” My chest heaved at her words. It hit me hard how little she truly cared. I walked over and snatched the papers as a coughing fit hit me. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll drop dead. It’s the least you deserve after all these years of torture and abuse.” She laughed loudly at my words. “I’ll be here good and long after you’re dead. If I’m lucky I’ll watch them lower your casket.” I stopped in my tracks at her words. “No, you won’t. Because now I have a happy life and I’m away from the misery you’ve inflicted on me!” I said as I turned away from her and headed for the door. “Oh by the way, I was at the doctors for a flu diagnosis. Hopefully one of your lungs will collapse and you’ll suffer on the floor.” Her face dropped. My mom rarely got sick but she’s in her sixties so she’s more susceptible. “You little bitch!” She rushed forward and raised her hand but my fingers wrapped around her wrist, effectively stopping her. My free hand came back before my own palm connected with her face and she stumbled back. 

My chest heaved as I looked at her down on the floor, holding her face as she breathed heavily. “It hurts doesn’t it?” I asked and she moved her hand, revealing a red mark. “All the times you and daddy hit me, it didn’t just hurt physically. I sat there and I wondered what I could’ve done to deserve it, what made you hate me. But now I know all I had to do was be born. Don’t worry, you’ll never see or hear from me again. You can start pretending I never existed.” With that I walked out the front door, slamming it on my way out. I got in the truck and immediately left. I picked up my medicine before going home. As soon as I was home I grabbed all my stuff and went inside. When I got the door closed and latched everything hit me at once. I leaned against the door as the sobs hit and sunk down till my knees were against my chest. I almost feel like it would be better if I did something to make them hate me, but simply my mere existence made my mother want to go as far as kill me. Having my mother confirm they never loved me hit hard and I feel like my heart is being split apart. Eventually I got up and took a shower, knowing it may make me feel a little better. Once I was out I dried off, took my medicine and crawled into the spare bed in the guest room. I wanted to do my best to keep Jake from getting sick and that meant sleeping in here for a while. My mind raced with all the thoughts and memories of my parents, how I never truly did anything, they just hated me. Tears ran down my face, soaking my neck and pillow as I cried myself to sleep. 

Fingers ran through my hair and roused me from my sleep. “Hey, darlin’. Why you in here?” Jake whispered, leaning down to kiss my temple. “I didn’t wanna get you sick.” I mumbled. “I appreciate that. What did the doctor say?” Everything came rushing back and tears came to my eyes. I sat straight up, keeping the covers against my chest as I looked away from him. “I-I do have the flu.” I said as I rubbed my eyes. He hummed and kissed my bare shoulder. “I’ll make some soup for dinner.” I shook my head. “You don’t have to. I’m not hungry.” He raised a brow at me. “Are you sure?” I nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure.” He sighed and kissed my head again. “Okay, you’ll holler if you need me right?” I nodded as I laid back down and he stood. “I love you, Jake.” I whispered as he walked towards the door. “I love you too, Katie.” He closed the door behind him and my tears came back. I leaned over to my purse in the chair next to the bed and pulled out my diagnosis papers. I read over them the words depression, attention deficit hyperactive disorder, and autism glared at me from the white paper. If Jake saw this would he change his mind? Would he no longer love me? The thought terrified me. I couldn’t lose him. He’s a big part of me figuring out who I am without my parents, I’m not sure I could turn around and figure out who I am without him. “I won’t tell him. He can’t know.” I said as I stuffed the papers back in my purse, laying down again. “I can’t tell him. “ I muttered, fingers gripping my pillow tightly. 

Two days later I still felt like shit and I haven’t eaten. “Katie darlin’, you have to eat. You’re starving yourself right now.” Jake muttered as he came into the guest room. “Jake, I’m just not hungry.” I was sitting up in bed doing some school work and this was the third time today he’s asked me to eat. I’ve been drinking a bunch of water but I had no appetite. “You’re not going to get any better just sitting there and not eating. You’re only gonna get weaker and it’ll take you longer to get over this.” I huffed, closing my eyes. “Jake. I am not hungry. Now please, stop pestering me about it.” I said. “Katie, you have to eat.” I slammed the lid of my laptop closed. “Jake! I am not hungry! Now for the love of God JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” I yelled and he stepped back in surprise. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Jake, I'm sorry. I just don’t feel good and I just want to be left alone.” I set my laptop on the table and laid back down, my back to him and the door. He sighed before leaving and closing the door and more tears streamed down my face. Another day passed by, it was almost time for Jake to come home from work and I was in the kitchen finally trying to make myself something to eat. 

I had decided to just do some noodles with a little chicken and tomato sauce. The chicken was already cooked so I just tossed it into the pan with the sauce. I leaned against the counter reading as I waited and when the timer went off for the noodles I heard the front door open. I grabbed the pot and walked it to the sink to drain them but as I went to tilt it I lost my grip and the pot went into the floor spilling noodles and boiling water everywhere. “Katie?” Jake sounded concerned and came into the kitchen. I just stared at my food on the ground and everything within me broke. “Dammit!” I screamed, grabbing the pot and slamming it down onto the counter. “I can’t even just make fucking pasta!” I felt like all of my emotions were just gonna explode out of me. “What dumbass can’t make pasta?!” My hands went into my hair as tears burst from my eyes. I felt like I was having a complete breakdown. “Katie, darlin’. Your feet!” My feet had been covered in boiling water but I honestly couldn’t bring myself to care. Jake rushed over, lifting me till I was sat on the counter. “Oh, Katie, your feet.” They were an ugly shade of red and I could feel them throbbing. Jake cut the sink on and turned me till he could stick my feet under the cool water. “Stay there while I clean this up.” I just stared at my feet in the sink. Jake cleaned up my mess and took my chicken off the stove before turning to me. He cut the water off and grabbed a paper towel to dry my feet. “I’m sorry.” 

He looked at me with raised brows. “Why are you sorry?” He asked as I started to cry. “You just got home and I made a mess and I just let you clean it up. I should’ve stopped you and done it myself. God I’m such an awful person! I can’t even cook for myself without making a huge ass mess and I’ve been so mean to you when all you’ve tried to do is help me and-” I was startled when his large hands gently grabbed my face. “Hey, hey. Where is all this coming from?” He asked as he stared into my eyes and I started sobbing. I was sobbing hard and he just pulled me into him and held me. I clutched to him like a child as my tears soaked his clothes. His hand rubbed my back and he whispered soothing words to me as he held me. “I’m sorry!” I cried into his shoulder. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He held me for a few more minutes until I calmed down and I sat up and looked him in the eyes. “I went and saw my mother a few days ago.” His eyes widened and his face turned red. “Katie, why would you do that?” He didn’t sound mad, but he looked it. “I-I had to confront her. I couldn’t go the rest of my life without talking to her.” I spit out, hoping to ease his anger but I realized I had brought up a whole other situation with it. “Confront her about what?” He asked, confusion all over his face. I bit my lip, not knowing how to tell him. “Katie, what is going on? Is this part of why you’ve been acting weird the last few days?” He asked as his hands slid from my face to my neck. 

I slid off the counter and walked away, up to my room and he followed close behind. “Katie.” He asked as he stopped in the doorway. I had the paper in my hands and I stared at it. “When I went to the doctor I discovered a few things about myself. Things my parents never told me. N-no matter how you feel about this I’ll respect it. If you want to break up we can, if you want me to leave I will-” “Darlin’.” He walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit on the bed next to him. “You need to talk to me, Katie.” I sighed, holding the paper out to him. I buried my face in my hands as he read it. I’m not sure how long we sat in silence for but when I sat up his arms were hanging down between his legs as he stared straight ahead. “Jake?” I asked. “I can’t believe this.” He muttered, looking down at the paper again. “Jake, I’m sorry-” “You’re sorry?!” He jumped up and I got scared, he stood over me and I could swear smoke was coming out of his ears. “How can you be sorry when you have nothing to be sorry for?!” He asked and I was confused. “Your parents, the two people who were supposed to love you and take care of you kept something this big from you? Your entire life?” He asked, staring at the paper again. “Yeah.” I muttered, looking down at my hands, not wanting to meet his gaze but I yelped when I was grabbed and he pulled me into him. He squeezed me and I stood still for a second before hugging him back. 

“Katie, I swear to you, your parents will never be able to hurt you again.” I pulled away, meeting his gaze. “Yo-you don’t think I’m weird or want to break up?” I asked and he set the papers down before pulling me into him again, one arm around my waist, the other cradling my face. “Katie, I fell in love with you. Everything about you. Every little quirk in your personality, all of it. Katie, all of this is what makes you you and I fell in love with every bit of it. Now there’s just a name for all of it.” Tears soaked my cheeks as I bit my lip. “I love you, too.” I said before squeezing him to me. He held me as I cried, rubbing my back. “Is this what you confronted your mom about?” I nodded, wiping my eyes. “I was so angry when I found out I barged my way into her house and yelled at her.” He cracked a small smile. “And I hit her.” I confessed and his face fell. “I’m going to assume she hit you first?” I tilted my head side to side. “She attempted but I stopped her and then hit her.” My face burned with a blush. “Well it was self defense.” I hummed as my eyes locked on the door behind him. “I asked her if it hurt. I hope it did. I want them both to hurt like I have my entire life.” Jake’s face fell and he tilted my chin so I was looking at him. “They’ll get what they deserve Katie, but it’s also not good to wish harm on people.” I knew he was right, it would only tank my mental health. “You’re right.” I muttered and he held the back of my neck, pulling me towards him till his lips pressed against my forehead. “Why don’t you go put some burn cream on your feet, crawl in bed with some socks, and I’ll make your food and bring it to you.” I shook my head. “My feet don’t hurt, and I can make my food. You just got home from work-” He stopped me, shaking his head. “I just got home from work and I want to make you food. You’re exhausted from being sick and constantly thinking about what’s on these papers.” He said as he shook said papers. “I want you to relax and finally get some rest.” I sighed, giving in. “Okay.” I said and he smiled. “And you need to go get in our bed, I haven’t been sleeping right with you in here.” I pursed my lips. “Jake, I’m still sick.” I said and he shrugged. “If I haven’t gotten it yet, I won’t now.” I sighed again and nodded. “Okay. Where’s the burn cream?” I asked and he grinned. “Under the cabinet, in the first aid kit.” I nodded, trudging out. 

I did as he asked and put the cream on my feet and slid some fuzzy socks over them  before crawling in bed. I curled up facing Jake’s side, his smell wafting into my nose and I quickly drifted off. “Darlin’.” I immediately woke up, looking up at him as he held a tray. “Sorry, it was so easy to fall asleep.” I said as I sat up. He set the tray next to me and chuckled. “You’re exhausted. I reheated some of that tomato soup you had in the freezer, and made you a grilled cheese.” He said before kissing my temple. “Mm, thank you.” I muttered. I set the tray in my lap as he stood from kneeling on his side of the bed. “I’ll be back, gonna get you something to drink.” I just hummed as I started eating. It was good and I could already tell I was starting to feel better. After a minute Jake came back in with ginger ale and a second tray. “Here.” He sat the drink on my tray and sat next to me before kicking off his shoes. I watched as he wandered around the room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and kicking off his jeans and longhorn shirt before slipping the sweatpatns on and crawling in bed with me. “Thank you for this, Jake.” I said as I leaned back against the pillows. “You’re welcome, darlin’.” He grabbed my hand, kissing it gently before letting go and grabbing the remote. “Okay, let’s see what movie we can find.” 

The following week I was much better and went back to school although I was shaking on Tuesday for clinicals. “Hey, glad to see your feeling better.” I was startled by Crystal’s voice as I walked into the break room. “Oh, yeah. The flu really kicked my butt.” I pulled out the breakfast sanwich Jake made for me before he went to work and sat across from her. “Last time I had it I didn’t think I was gonna make it out alive.” She said and chuckled. “Thankfully mine wasn’t that bad.” I told her. “Well let me know when you’re done and we can get started.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Get started?” She nodded. “Yeah, you’re with me. I was the only one who didn’t get one of you so you’re with me.” She smiled at me and I felt so relieved. “Oh, thank god. I was scared I was going to be paired up with someone mean.” I laughed. I had heard from Starla that the nurse she was paired up with was awful towards her and she left here crying on the second day of clinicals. Crystal chuckled and shook her head. “No, just me. Meet me out at the nurse’s station once your done.” I nodded and continued eating. Soon others filed in including Annie. “I’m so glad you’re back. Brooke and I are studying at her apartment tonight, we wnated to know if you wanted to join?” I nodded. “Let me see how I feel after today and I’ll let you know before we leave.” She gave me a thumbs up before walking out. 

Once I was done I cleaned up and walked out towards the nurse’s station. Most of the rooms were dark and empty as I walked by and rounded the corner to see Crystal in front of a computer. “Okay, have a seat.” She said as she rolled a chair over. “Kim is going to review all of our patients with us.” I nodded and sat down with my notepad and pen. Once we got everything I blinked rapidly. “You okay?” Kim asked and I nodded. “Yeah, it’s just a lot to take in and I already feel like I’ve missed so much.” Kim and Crystal both nodded. “Well better get used to it sweetheart. It’s all fast paced around here.” I nodded and she smiled before standing. “I’m getting out of here. I have the next three days off and I’m only going to use them to sleep.” Crystal and I both said our goodbye’s before she stood. “So, you wanna go check some vitals with me?” I nodded rapidly, excited to get started.

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Hey! I really really love your writing!!<3

I was wondering if you could write a fluff of Zaros and reader. Where zaros says something extremely hurtful to reader then immediately regrets it and he starts to feel extremely bad. After that he makes it up for them, while he makes it for them reader can obviously tell that zaros has feelings for them and that he’s bad at hiding his true feelings. (I’m sorry if this isn’t clear!! I’m trying to explain my vision but idk how T-T)

Thank you!!<333

I Mean What I Say

Zaros Atha'lin x Reader

Warnings: survivor's guilt

When Zaros saw you in the garden, the corners of his lips perked up. The usual feeling of warmth in his chest at the sight of you was overshadowed by resentment.

The talk with his mother had been rather heavy. She was beyond disappointed, furious even that he fell behind in the trials now that the throne was so close. It had not been his fault, truthfully. 

He had tried his best, but it was an open secret that had him questioning the impartiality of the scholars constructing these trials that you were stronger than him, therefore beating him in physical combat, and more popular, easily securing your favor with the nobles and the people in a vote of confidence. 

Nira had been furious, telling him to do better, reminding him about how important this was both for the good of Serulla and the Atha’lin family. It hurt to know that his best was not good enough, that he was not equipped enough despite his hard work to bridge the gap years of unfair advantage had given you. 

He was desperate, the self-satisfied grin you had given him as the Serulla people cheered for you had burned a hole through his heart. What had you done to deserve their favor? He actually had ideas and plans to make life easier for them yet you had won them over with a few empty promises and forced smiles because you were the Earis and he was nothing more than a post-disgraced leech.

“Come to gloat?” he quipped, stepping up beside you. The seething rage and the feeling of injustice boiling within had turned his voice sharp. 

He knew you enjoyed watching him fail when he had been so confident in the beginning. It was a small mercy you did not outright mock him on that stage, turning him into a laughingstock for the entire kingdom.

You did not look up, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your brother’s grave.

The garden was kept in perfect condition, but not all the riches in the vaults under the castle could halt the passage of time that slowly began chiseling away his name on the stone. It had been years, but his absence still left an aching void in your chest. 

With the trials nearly completed, you could not help but wish for him to take the throne instead. It was his right, after all. No matter the days, weeks, or years you spent perfecting yourself, trying to become someone worthy of your mother’s legacy and the place he should have taken instead, you always fell short. 

You wished you had more of your brother’s kindness, more of his calmness. You wished he was here to teach you the art of subtlety, about talking for hours with someone who did not share your view on things and emerge with a compromise. You wished you had more of his charms, his carefree appearance when you knew he contemplated all his actions carefully. 

You wished he was here to cheer you on and guide you. But most of all, you wished he was here instead of you.

“I am not in the mood, Zaros,” you said bleakly. How long had it been that you were staring at the cold grave? The grass had turned humid, staining your robes and making you shiver as a gust of wind blew through the garden. 

“I wonder what he would have thought of you,” he said, deaf to your quiet melancholy. “Then again, the way I knew him, he would be ashamed of you.”

It was not like him to provoke you this harshly. His teases had always been that, with a few truths and thinly veiled resentments added here and there, but never outright mocking. But with defeat hanging over him and the taste on his tongue of the trials rigged in your favor, even Zaros could not contain himself anymore. 

Everyone had their breaking point.

“What the hell is your problem?” you spat, rising to your feet and spinning around to face him. The heavy quiet of your contemplations was broken by the fury now coursing through you. 

Zaros stared back at you, giving a low chuckle at your clenched fists and furrowed brows. “Losing control again?” he mocked, “How do you think that will look on you when you have a crown on your head? At least he” — he pointed to the grave — “knew how to keep it together and actually cared about the people!”

“And what do you suppose I do about that?” you screamed, digging your nails into your palms to suppress the need to break something. “What do you want from me? Should I go and look for a mage to bring him back? Should I summon an entity and trade my life for his? It’s not my fault he’s dead!”

“Maybe you should,” Zaros said coldly, the iciness in his voice freezing your blood and making you feel hollow. “Serulla would be better off without you, so perhaps you should look for a way to atone for the fact it was him who died and not you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but whatever venom you wanted to spit died on your tongue as Zaros’ words sunk in. You could only huff as your hands began to shake, the tightness in your throat choking you as tears blurred your vision. 

You turned before he could see them fall, leaving Zaros behind without another word. The steps you took towards the palace were measured as you tried to create the illusion of being unbothered by his cutting words. You only hoped he could not see your body trembling in the dim light. 

Zaros’ gaze did not follow you. He stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the tombstone as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. 

‘Should I summon an entity and trade my life for his?’ 

‘Maybe you should.’’

Had he really said that? He clasped a hand over his mouth, sinking to the ground in shock. Had he just told the person he loved to seek out death? His free hand grasped the grass, trying to ground himself as the world spun. What had he done?

“No— I didn’t mean it,” he muttered wide-eyed, heaving a shaking breath as waves of self-loathing washed over him. How could he have said something so cruel? What kind of person was he to let desperation and resentment guide him to say something like that?

How could he fix it? What could he possibly say to get back from that?

“I didn’t mean it,” he gasped, choking on his breath. “No, please. I didn’t mean it. Earis!” He looked up, but the garden was deserted. Of course you had gone, but where to?

‘Serulla would be better off without you.’

He needed to apologize, needed to make this right. 

Zaros got up shakily. He felt sick. What if this was it? What if he had ruined all the progress you two had made in getting closer again during the trials because he had snapped today?

“Damn the trials,” he whispered, bracing himself against the stone wall as the world kept spinning around him. Your chambers were just a few doors away. “Damn the throne. I don’t want it if it means losing you.”

He reached your door, knocking on it hurriedly. 

No answer.

“Earis?” he called. His voice sounded strange to his own ears, muffled and choked as if it came from far away. “Earis?” he tried again, louder this time.

“The Earis has gone out,” a servant said, poking their head around the corner, “the library is my best guess— Are you alright, Sarl Zaros?”

He nodded in thanks, waving a shaking hand in dismissal of the worried look. “Fine,” he answered curtly, stumbling towards the library before they could say another word. 

‘You should look for a way to atone for the fact that it was him who died and not you.’

“Earis?” he called shakily, letting the door of the library fall shut behind him. Silence was his answer. 

He leaned back, resting his head against the sturdy wood and wiping the tears from his face. He sighed, taking a deep breath and calming his racing heartbeat. If you weren’t here, he needed to—

His thoughts were interrupted by a sniffle echoing through the silence of the empty library.

“Earis,” he said softly, turning the corner to find you curled against one of the large windows. The light of the setting sun was illuminating your face in a gentle orange glow. The speck of dust in the air seemed to shine in the light, creating the illusion of warmth, when in reality the scene before him was heartbreaking. 

You did not look up at his approaching footsteps, turning your head away from him instead. “Come to gloat?” you rasped, continuing to look out.

Zaros flinched as you threw his words back at him. “No, I—” he sighed, sitting next to you on the windowsill. “I’m—”

“Save it,” you said tiredly, drawing your arms closer around you. “I don’t care. You’re right anyway. He would have been a better Regent. He would have been a better heir and it’s unfair that he can’t be.”

“It is,” he said, slowly reaching out his hand to take yours, “but his qualities don’t take away from yours. You can be a good ruler just as well. I’m sorry for what I said. I know it doesn’t change anything, but I hope you can forgive me with time. I— I was frustrated and angry. That’s no excuse for—”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, allowing Zaros’ hesitant touch against your hand.

“I could withdraw from contesting for the throne.”

“What?”

Your surprised exclamation made a small smile appear on Zaros’ face. You looked at him wide-eyed. After all the trials and all the challenges you mastered together, why would he drop out so close to the finish line?

“Consider it my gift of apology,” he said, squeezing your hand. His expression grew serious again. “In truth, we both know you’ve won. There is only one trial left and I doubt I can catch up with how far you’re leading. Additionally” — he hesitated — “I’m tired of playing my mother’s games. Whatever revenge scheme she has is slowly burying me with its weight and I— I don’t want to be the person you saw today.”

You were speechless. It sounded like a joke, but the sincerity you saw in his expression convinced you that it was true. “You’d do that for me?” you asked, searching his gaze. “You’d walk away from ruling Serulla simply to say you’re sorry?”

“I’d do anything to show you that I’m anguished at what I said to you and I am sorry. I don’t want to be someone you— someone you hate. Not anymore, not when we rekindled—”

Your hand on his cheek silenced Zaros immediately. He leaned into the touch with a soft gasp, brushing his lips against your palm. You tilted his head, leaning forward to kiss him. 

Zaros melted against you, his arms wrapping around your back and pulling you into him. All the tension between you seemed to melt away as he held you in his arms, your hands gently threading through his hair and making him sigh. 

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” he said as you broke apart, resting his head on your shoulder and squeezing you tighter. “I’m so sorry, believe me. I lo— I—”

You hummed, slowly nodding. “I know,” you whispered, tracing circles on his back. “I’m glad you’re alive, too.”

The sky was clear, giving you and Zaros an unobtrusive view of the constellations above. You were lying in the garden, the humid grass staining your clothes, but neither of you minded. The moment was far too precious. 

“Zaros?” you asked, raising his hand to your lips when he gave you a short grunt in response. “You’re one for revolutionary ideas, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, raising his head from your shoulder to look at you. “You know I am, my Earis.”

“Here’s a thought for you then: What happens if we talk to the Queen come morning, telling her to call off the noble trials, and we instead rule together?”

Zaros was silent for a moment. “Together as what?” he asked quietly.

“Partners for now, and if perhaps it develops into something more, then we shall pursue that as well.”

“Revolutionary indeed, my Earis. Count me in.”

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

[emblemxeno]

To add that, x is having a clown day on discussing about meritocracy not being social darwinism and saying "you don't get m'lady, you're reading her wrong". Funny to see them keep coping and seething. 🤡

That's funny cuz... duh, it's not exactly Social Darwinism lol. Social Darwinism has its roots in biological discourse and advocation for sapient beings-us humans-to align with non-sapient hierarchy. "Well of course this race is superior, it conquered the other races and accumulated wealth, and because of their strength, they have the right to expand their influence even more." It's a school of thought that cages humankind into an animalistic box, and animalistic beliefs have no broad concept of merit at all beyond "you strong, therefore you better."

Meritocracy, if anything, runs parallel to Social Darwinism; a first cousin, if you will. "Well of course this person is the best at the job, because I say so and I am a perfectly unbiased messiah with no prejudices whatsoever." It ascribes a sapient concept to a similar root, said root being "the best of us get the best lives and they deserve it." Where meritocracy fails is that humankind is nuanced, complicated, and unable to be separated from bias.

Where Social Darwinism fails is obvious to many, but an unfortunate amount of people still try to cape for meritocracy, when really... it's main selling point is 'equality of opportunity' and that isn't useful for a progressing world. Merit cannot and never will be a fair judging tool as even when you try to remain as un-prejudiced as possible, well... adhering to the principals of merit, that means you have to rule out great workers who happen to be disabled because they're unfortunately seen as unpredictale and unreliable, rule out great workers who live in faraway locations, rule out great workers who are good at the specific job but didn't have the best record at other merit based applications (e.g. schools and standardized testing), and rule out people who fit the bill perfectly but cause the whole project to suffer due to biases from other workers, like if the rest of the team spents more time being racist or homophobic to the new guy, and that ends up slowing progress.

While trying to be fair and impartial, it ends up being exlcusive and discriminatory, the opposite of actual progress.

Equity meanwhile guarantees that needs and accomodations are met for the groups and individuals to participate in a fair and just society, and Edelgard only gets the fucking idea of one possible equitable reform FIVE YEARS INTO HER WAR IN ONE OPTIONAL SUPPORT. Before that, she honestly thought "if I decenter nobility, crests, and religion, and tell everyone that people will get jobs based on how good the Emperor says they are then society would fix itself", like besides being a bad person, she's also a fucking moron lol.

[midnightfictionlibrary]

Dirty Work - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Content : angst, kissing, implied sex, slight argument, mention of cheating

Summary : Steve comes to comfort you after you've been cheated on again. He decides to confess his feelings, tired of being your casual fuck buddy.

Word Count : 1k

A/N : Phew, this was a fun one to write. I hope y'all enjoy it and please reblog if you like it/want more! <3

You were miserable. He had cheated on you again, and he was still calling your house every hour, every day, trying to convince you that it would never happen again. You didn’t want to go back this time, you just couldn’t. You had been together since highschool, and you had both graduated two years ago with hopes that you’d be together forever. 

You had called your best friend , asking him to come over and comfort you. 

You were still violently sobbing when you opened the door to Steve. His face dropped and his expression was suddenly replaced by one of anger as he steps in, gently guiding you backwards while he shut the door. “Where is the son of a bitch?” 

You blink, a little confused. Usually Steve didn’t react this way when you were upset, but he seemed to be absolutely fuming this time around. Steve studies your face briefly, then looks over your shoulder. “Is he here?” 

You shake your head, tears running down your face as you collapse on your couch. Steve stayed in his place by the door, hands on his hips. He runs a hand through his thick brown hair before exhaling and crossing the room to kneel on the floor next to the couch where you sobbed. 

“Sweetheart. He is an asshole. He always has been. You deserve so much better.” Someone like him, although he would never voice that thought out loud. He did your dirty work, picked up the pieces when The Asshole wasn’t around, and then before he knew it, you were back together again. It was heart wrenching, especially since the two of you always ended up intimate before the inevitable reunion between you and The Asshole. 

“I…thought…it would be okay this time.” You manage to squeak out between breaths. Steve’s heart wrenched for you, seeing you so upset. It always did. He knew he could treat you so much better, but you only viewed him as someone to hold you while you were upset and tell you everything would be alright, and he was so sick of it. 

“Y/n. I’m sorry, but it was never going to be okay. He doesn’t care, babe. He doesn’t. Not like-” He stops, taking a deep breath as you pull yourself up from the couch and grab a tissue. “Listen. I know it hurts. But you really are better off without him, okay?” Even with your hair up, your face red from crying, Steve still thought he could never feel this way about anyone else. 

You nodded. You knew he was right, it just hurt to admit. The phone rang and you glanced towards it quickly, and that was enough for Steve. 

“Are you seriously considering answering the phone? God damn it, y/n!” 

You look at him as he stood up and crossed the room to you. 

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.” 

“What are you talking about?” You manage to get out. 

“I am done doing the dirty work for you. I’m a fool for doing it, I’m a fool for thinking you could ever think of me the way I think of you. You called me here because you knew that I would comfort you in more ways than one. Do you know how much that hurts?” He looks at you, eyes pleading. 

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Steve.” 

“I’m saying that I’m your friend, but I’m not going to physically comfort you anymore because it shatters my heart that we feel so great together, and then you get back together with fucking Brad.” He seethes, teeth gritting as he finishes his sentence. 

You stand there in silence, looking up at him, you chew the inside of your cheek while you think about what to say to him. What could you say to him? That you loved him too? Of course you did, but you shoved those feelings down a long time ago, and didn’t know if you could bear resurfacing them. 

Your silence seemed to be Steve’s answer. He nods slightly. “Okay.” he says quietly, backing up from you and starting to walk towards your front door. 

Before he gets there, you seem to break out of your thoughts. “Steve.” You say. 

He stops, turning back to you. He stands there, and you realize that maybe he is the one that’s meant for you. He cared about you so much, and all you’d done is use him. 

“I’m sorry.” You start. When he doesn’t reply, you step closer to him. “I’m sorry that I’ve been such an asshole and haven’t taken your feelings into consideration. I don’t know why I keep running back to Brad. Maybe I’m scared to be with someone who tells me exactly who they are and what they like about me. I know you’re upset with me, Steve. But I care about you too much to let you walk out of my door.” 

He studies you for a minute, before pulling you into a tight hug. You hug him back, throwing your arms around his neck. 

“I love you.” He says simply, brushing a piece of fallen hair from your face. 

“I know.” You whisper. “I love you too.” 

He smiles at you, leaning in. Your lips connect, and you felt…alive. The spark between the two of you was prominent, and before you knew it, you were pushing him to sit on the couch. Your knees on either side of his legs. 

He wrapped his arms around you, as if he couldn’t get you close enough. He kisses your face, your neck, your forehead. When he finally pulls away from you, he smiles softly. “I’m never going to let you go.” 

You couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t want you to.” 

So there you both sat, grinning widely like two dumb fools. It was perfect, it was lovely, it was everything you had ever needed. Steve picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him as he carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

[invisibleraven]

A kiss out of spite for Carrie/Reggie please?

Carrie pushed her way through the crowd as she made her way towards the bulletin board where the cast listing was. For the past few years she had always gotten a role in the school's play, but this year they were doing something a bit more serious than student written productions. Sure she wasn't the biggest fan of Kiss Me Kate, but it would look good on her college applications.

She gave a fist pump as she saw she had secured the lead of Lilli/Kate, meaning she would get to show off her singing chops as well. But of course, fate was funny, but who should have the role of Fred/Petruchio but Reggie Peters.

Carrie wished she could seethe at this, but she'd seen his audition and knew Reggie deserved the role. It just sucked that life was imitating life, in it's own cruel way. She had been so into Reggie almost a year ago, but he never seemed to notice her, and she had overheard him saying some hurtful things when questioned about her and her feelings for him.

She had been trying to be above him ever since-ignoring him, cool and petty. It did little to heal the cracks in her heart, nor did it make her feel better, but she would never admit that he had hurt her, that he had any affect on her at all when it came to it.

But now she would have to suck it up and at least be civil so the show would go well. Even if she was sure the drama teacher would see their immediate lack of chemistry, Carrie had to try her best to fake it.

Only-the show was about an ex couple, so a little animosity was called for, and Carrie played into that-being cutting and vicious when called upon, playing the simpering fool and hostage the next.

"You're really good," Reggie complimented her after a scene where she got to show her range.

"You're not terrible either," she replied, not looking at him, not letting her face betray how much she meant it. How much more she wanted to say.

"Thanks," he snorted. Walking away, and Carrie trained herself not to watch him go, not to hear the other cast members call her frigid, and the way Reggie didn't say anything.

At least this time he wasn't agreeing, even if she wished that someone would defend her. But that was the price of pretending you were above everyone-you did it to protect yourself, and still got hurt, even if you had to still seem like you were untouchable.

Yet on stage, she swiped away a tear as places were called, getting ready for Reggie's big number, where he tried to urge her to kiss him. He did it well, and if Carrie was weaker, she might have.

Instead she slapped him, as she was supposed to, then gave a muffled squeak as he pulled her in for a kiss totally unexpectedly. It was a brief, bitter kiss, and Carrie bit down on his lip before pulling back, glaring at him.

"You kiss by the book," she sneered before storming off.

"Carrie wait!" Reggie called as he chased after her.

"You were supposed to throw me over your shoulders," Carrie fumed. "You can't go off book like that!"

"Well excuse me if I thought you'd probably kick me if I did!"

"That's what my character is supposed to do!" she yelled. "We're supposed to hate one another!"

"But I don't hate you!" Reggie retorted.

"Could have fooled me!"

Reggie looked at her, confused and hurt. "Carrie...where would you ever get that idea?"

She glared at him then. "Last year. I think ice princess was a term that was a term used, amongst others."

He deflated at that. "Carrie I was a stupid kid with a crush who wanted his friends to ease off teasing him. You have to know I didn't mean a word of it."

She held herself tight at that, unsure. "And earlier when the others were saying the same sort of stuff?"

"I've never been brave," he admitted. "Wanting everyone to like me, to fit in. I am so ashamed of not speaking up, or defending you. You let it roll off you..."

"I only pretend to," Carrie whispered. "It stings every single time. I have to pretend it doesn't bother me or I would cry all the time. I have to act like I am not still crazy about you even after you broke my heart. Like this play is driving that point home even more, because I know I don't get that happy ending."

"Why don't you?" Reggie asked. "I still have a stupid crush. Heck it's the only reason I went out for this play because I was hoping to get to act alongside you."

"Really?" she giggled.

"Yes!" Reggie said, smiling. "Do you know how pissed Luke is that I am missing band stuff for this?"

"Well I guess you better tell him you got the girl to make it worth it," she replied, watching the smile bloom over his face.

Maybe after that it was a bit harder for them to act like former fuming lovers, but Carrie knew that final kiss they shared as the curtains closed was all real-no acting required.

[1-6-9-2-maharcronicals-7]

🎶I AM COPEING

COPING AND SETHING

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE SHIT I AM SEEING

I AM COPEING I AM SEEEETHIIINNG-🎶

Na but fr this book had gaven me more questions then answers,head's up there's gonna be A LOT OF SPOILERS I'm gonna talk about so bewere on that

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SO sadly this whole book isn't fully a backstory book and it leads more questions then answers

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NEW WIZARD ENTERS THE CHAT

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Darkwell now described in this picture, from my understanding after reading has an untrustworthy mouth due to some actions we see him do in the book,now the reason I bring this fucker up is because he's the main reason of my coping and seething (the second being the lack of slappy's siblings being mentioned)) because HE'S THE BITCH THAT ACTUALLY MADE SLAPPY Wich begs A LOT OF FUCKING QUESTIONS now this takes place during 200 years ago in Europe doesn't say we're so I'm gonna safely assume Salem??? But the question about Franz and kanduu especially after there part in the new goosebumps show is what's up with that why were they mentioned in slappy and mr.wood's life dose that implay different wizards and witches made and or created them or what??Oh did I mention that darkwell has a nephew? No? Well it's because kid is not even real??? But he also can bleed??? He has wires and tubes but not even he knew about not being a doll poor kid was attacked, ridiculed and the towns people thought they could be CPS and take the kid away from darkwell, after making slappy darkwell just booked it and left when the towns people tired to burn him down he didn't want Isaac anymore Wich even they were shocked about before learning the kid isn't even a real boy,Wich is quite sad really because the kid definitely deserves better he was only 12 after all.

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Miss.rabbit has fainted

See that 👆 that's slappy,no really it is you can't give him a redemption ark enless it's sacrifice,in the book darkwell said he lied to slappy about it because he wanted to take revenge but I highly doubt that was even a case to begin with,not after what he did with Isaac plus he didn't prove nor shown anything to the reader that he's being for real on it, it gets worse that slappy somehow juked him if he made slappy he should know slappy's tricks meaning that it just seems like some other wizards or someone is complaining about slappy so he tried to deal with it but failed miserably because he just didn't give to fucks and wants to be left Alone or at least that's how I seen it. Now from this understanding I do find it quite funny/sad if slappy can't be good even if he wanted to because if he doesn't do evil he gets put to sleep even if he dose a good deed it's like that miss rabbit has fallen joke(Wich I may do if I have the time 🤭)

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MR.WOOD COMEBACK?

So yyyyeah there is 0 explanation about slappy's siblings and I'm not even sure what's up with mr.wood especially how the fandom is split with this piece of shit,some believe he's Wally some believe he and wally are separated characters if counted correctly if there separate it be 5 of them if not 4 now i know there's gonna be people saying"oh there's evidence" what evidence?? How can we be so sure we can count that if stine can't even keep slappy's orgains in straight and just adding questions? Stine was the Scott coathen before Scott was even a thing BUT besides that! The reason why I mentioned this is quite interesting to me 🤔

I made a drawing to the best of my abilities about the slappy bewere mr.wood next to the official artwork of Mr.wood in slappy bewere this puppet went by "Mister" wood instead of Mr.wood, Wich again rather odd

Here is the highlighted parts of the description, during this section of the story slappy not only tried to fit in with this toy brand to scare kids it was an easy suit due to Mister wood being wildly popular,Wich also adds the question is it the mr.wood that we knew grew popular to get a branding of himself??because I could have sworn I seen someone mention he perhaps DID become a bigshot but what an odd detail to add with glasses it didn't tell us about his nose nor eyes it's just only those details,all I know slappy did bring these toys to life but it's quiet and oddity to bring in still it's already wild enough that he was referenced but not Goldie nor snappy whom was told in the slappyworld series that they were made side by side with him or made earlier or before him we do know kanduu had a part to play in his life with mr.wood so dose that implay that slappy was gaven to Franz?? Did darkwell knew Franz?? Send your opinions in all this in the comments or something 🤷‍♀️

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There's no room for more photos but we got spells n shit ✨yippee✨

So yeah we got new spells if someone broke the code with the og I'm sure one of y'all have more of a bigger brain then me

Lambda Osiris karamubder dominus malado venn is a LONG ASS SPELL JFC but the spell keeps people frozen in place playing there WORST fears now this one seems more simple,amapo amapi amapo golrah golreeh amapo Wich is a spell that you chant that brings non living things to life or at least that is what is displayed for all we know this can bring back the dead if he wanted to.

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🎶you are copeing, COPEING and SEETHING, you don't believe what you are seeing, you are copeing you are seeeethiiinng-🎶

I'm sorry but that's the best way I can describe the last story, turned out slappy's biggest weekness is himbos or people who gives 0 fucks or are complete airheaded those are the 3 horsemen who can truly defeat slappy(not really but slappy is REALLY copeing with this) because Everytime he tried to ruin something the Carlton family laughs it off and also bless Bryce's heart they were just unconditionally sweet tords slappy sure kids parents were sorta weirded out by it but it was harmless after all due to them thinking slappy is not really alive kid gave him a bowl of soup let him have his air pods to listen to music hell kid even puts slappy to bed with him,slappy obviously couldn't give to shits about the kid but I find it rather cute I don't think I seen any kid with slappy that passionate and kind tords him before finding out he's a pice of a wooden splinter dispite slappy's failed pranks one of them that even surprised me that slappy put a spider in someone's coffee AND THEY DRANKED IT WITHOUT RELIZNG SAYING THE BREW WAS "LUMPY" JFC- IM SORRY F U C K DAT- but besides that slappy genuinely thought he'd be knocked out for good if he doesn't do any good evil deeds in time so he was having a panic at the disco,this was during the time darkwell tried to "dystroy" slappy even though he flat out "lied" to him(and i say "lie" from what i mentioned before)

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Questions, somewhat answers?

So what we know now that darkwell made slappy question goes what is up with his siblings then? Mr.wood was referenced and his siblings Goldie and snappy are nowhere to be found especially add ons with Franz and kanduu like what's there deal now?? The only answer we ever got was a possible confirmed Creator of slappy but I can't say the same for the rest due to the possibility slappy's siblings were made by different people it seems??? I don't know so uh yeah thanks for hearing my shitty review and opinions on slappy beware 😔🖐️✨

[nectardaddy]

people like those losers in your inbox are why we’re having such a teacher shortage, i genuinely do not understand how people don’t realize the absolute mental stamina you have to have to show up for a class of kids everyday. my sister is in her fifth year of teaching second grade and some of the stuff that’s happened to her has me seething because teachers deserve to be protected and paid so much better than they are currently. it pisses me off when people treat teachers like machines instead of real people with lives who are also stuck in a system that they don’t get to wave a magic wand to fix. all this to say, your passion for these kids in spite of the things you have to endure is inspiring and you are so so appreciated for the fun and constant presence you provide them. sorry this ask was such a tangent, i hope the rest of the school week is amazing :) and those anons can go stub their toes

(amongst many others reasons that I won't get into) you are absolutely right!! people treat teachers like shit when majority of us put our hearts, blood, sweat, and tears into this profession with little return. I have horror stories in my four years alone of the bs people have said to me (anons need to step up their game with the insults honestly I've heard far worse from parents lmao)

the mental gymnastics I go through on a day to day basis within a broken system is INSANE. I am not only a teacher but a counselor, a mediator, a nurse (yes I do still get asked to kiss booboos is 5th grade), a friend, a parent on some occasions, and all things in between. all the while actually trying to teach them and keep them safe. teachers shouldn't have to go through such bullshit all the while actually trying to do their job.

this job isn't for the weak within a TERRIBLE system. I know I've talked a lot about the student side but a lot of people don't know the teacher side so here: I'm only able to use the bathroom ONCE A DAY during my planning time (I HAVE to stay in my classroom and there are no extra hands to call on), they give me meetings within that planning time all the time which cuts my potty breaks to 0, other than nurses teachers are the second highest in getting UTIs because of this, teachers have no say in a school's behavior plan and it shows, kids will come out a principles office with candy which rewards bad behavior, a lot of states DISCOURAGE teacher unions, banned books are on the rise yet again and I haven't seen one article about a PUBLIC SCHOOL teacher agreeing with it, teachers will get students YEARS BELOW grade level and are EXPECTED to get these students to pass and will be reprimanded if that student doesn't pass, AND SO MUCH MORE

I wish your sister all the best!!! especially in second WOOOOOOOOO that's not for me.... and thank you anon your appreciation will not no unnoticed!!!

[spearzreloaded]

SummerSlam 2k24 #CVReview

From Detroit to Cleveland, location wise for the past two years the Hottest Show of The Summer has been on a roll. Still, the error of the Tag Titles not being contested at The Browns Stadium was felt as only the Women's World and Undisputed Titles were up for grabs for the night completing one story and beginning an unprecedented dynasty for one dominant Superstar, who (like it or not) has been deserving of a moment like this for years.

Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan have been involved in a ridiculous love triangle with Rey Mysterio's legacy.

As a person who's waited over a year for Judgement Day to fall as a faction so Rhea Ripley can get back to pursuing a solo career, I am disappointed that it's taking this romance-angle to finally get Rhea back in the singles division.

Nonetheless eggs must be cracked, and this Summerslam match had a fair amount of Ripley cracking her joints by having to forcibly put her shoulder back into it's socket multiple times.

I cant tell if this was more frequent than Liv running away from Ripley as if she was trying to audition for The Flash, either way these spots were the most memorable for the night in Cleveland between the two.

There was plenty of Liv pushing Ripley into Dominick, Ripley pushing Liv into Dominick and Riptide's that just couldn't keep the champ down.

A quick headbutt from Liv as well as slick shots to set up sending Ripley home from Summerslam on shoulder injury were delivered but the coup de grace came once a steel chair was brought from the time keeper's area (a strange place to grab it from but o.k.) that Dom prevented Ripley from using.

With the chair still on the mat. Dom provided a distraction and Liv planted Ripley on the chair, throwing it out of the ring in time for a three count and a successful retention.

Making out with Dom to further drive home the point, Liv walked out of Summerslam with the title and the boy, leaving Ripley seething.

What was learned from this match other than that WWE is now incorporating dope new POV shots from under the ref's shirt? The Riptide is no longer a strong finisher.

Ripley has now been in the game long enough that she has to reinvent herself complete with a new finisher like Becky Lynch (The Man-Handle Slam) or Nia Jax (The Annihilator).

While she goes back to the drawing board for this, it's best if she considers cutting herself out of The Judgement Day picture too and waging war against a house she helped build.

A program like that can run well into Survivor Series and reinvigorate a new title reign for Ripley just in time for Royal Rumble.

***

The outcome of Jax and Bayley's program for the Undisputed program waa a forgone conclusion way before Roman Reigns made his return.

Height and weight played too much of a factor in this match. Though it was a breath of fresh air to see this iteration of Bayley not play keep away with the title (There was already enough of that in the Ripley/Morgan match earlier that night), Bayley brought the fight to Nia, most notably delivering a Bayley-To-Belly suplex for barely a one count. That was all she had in the tank.

Jax was pouring on stinkfaces, Samoan drops outside the ring that left the champ temporarily paralyzed as well as a mockery of high-flying elbows -

The inteference from Tiffany Stratton was not really needed.

Her cash-in attempt was shut down by Bayley, but she was still lurking around the ring long enough to distract the ref for Jax to deliver two Annihilator's and become the new Undisputed Champion.

Tiffany Stratton hung around to celebrate with Jax and I was waiting on bated breath for her to turn on Jax, but Stratton thought better of it.

Now the Smackdown locker room is going to be treated like jobber's for the next season because ... Bayley.

I am looking forward to a dominant Jax reign though. It will be healthy to see someone other than Mia Yim get crushed every week.

And I can only think that Stratton will be plotting from the sidelines for an eventual and successful cash-in on Jax. I cannot see Stratton holding on to that briefcase for a year. WWE Creative called her up after a year in NXT for a reason.

I mentioned Roman Reigns earlier in this article, because Jax tends to have big fortune-changing moments whenever one of her part-timer cousins are around. With Jax being both Queen of The Ring and Undisputed Champion, now would be a good time for her to become an official Bloodline member.

There are still enough female members in the family to recruit into a female section of the fold.

***

Interference in a pro-wrestling match is a given, but to have this macguffin featured on the only two women's matches on the SummerSlam card was lazy on Creative's part.

The open-air and specialty camera shots from the ref's perspective and the fourth rope, made for a unique experience even from a mobile device -

but these matches still lacked stipulations, color, decisive finishes or big return appearances that would have made this SummerSlam program easy to tell apart from a house show other than the fact that the roof was blown off.

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C.V.R. The Bard

4th/Aug. 2k24

[toxycodone]

My favorite Weezer album (also objectively the worst, DO NOT FUCKING LISTEN TO IT PLEASE /srs I will bite you with malicious intent) is the Pinkerton Album, it's misogynistic and pathetic and fetishistic, rivers cuomo made the rawest sounding incel music ever. The whole album is just rivers screaming and pouting about how horrible his life is because women don't love him, my favorite song by the foxing is also rory if that makes it any worse for you LMFAO

my top 3 Pinkerton songs are "I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams", "Butterfly - Alternate Take", and a tie between "El Scorcho" and "Pink Triangle" because pink triangle is so funny to me, rivers is complaining about the girl he liked being a lesbian, get cucked loser. If u decide to listen to the album, only listen to IJTOTLOMD (acronym for the first song I mentioned, I'm not writing that shit out) and Pink Triangle, they are the least egregious out of the entire album, and IJTOTLOMD doesnt even have rivers singing ITS THE BEST SONG WITHOUT THE ACTUAL LEAD SINGER in it this shows you how bad Weezer is, I'm old Weezer's biggest fan and number one hater I will always make fun of weezer

ALSO OMG THANK U ?? u got me smiling and shit. lol I don't want to get into it but my last partner (online dating) pressured me into being xir dominant and guilt tripped me into doing sexual things for xem ... it just was a bad experience overall. And then bro had the gall to break up with me on my birthday after we were together for over a year and showed me xir new boyfriend the day after like...It was fucked. But I'm better now!! And Im not using the word loser in a demeaning way for myself, I'm like, Hmmm... I have that pathetic sopping wet dog rizz yk? Pathetic Loser ™ is my base state of being, my younger siblings bully me about it but its all in good fun I love them lol. (One of them admitted that I was actually cool so heeheehee)

But thank you I feel special, you have a grown man doing this -> ☺️👉🏼👈🏼 and kicking his feet and shit. I'll give you a little kiss on the cheek as a token of my thanks. Mwah 💋

- the same anon who is still scared of admitting who he is lol

okay you know those guys that like. Seethe because terrible men give bad bitches trust issues??? That’s me rn.

anon you have no fucking idea how mad this makes me 😭 like?? Be so so so fucking fr. YALL HAVE TO STOP FUMBLING BADDIES. GIVE THEM TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE THEM (ME!!! I WILL CHERISH THEM!!!)

okay as someone who also got burned by online dating (long ass story. which I won’t tell unless asked). I’m genuinely so sorry that happened to you. People online can be such a fucking hit or miss (usually a miss). But your ex’s behavior makes me think your ex is jealous LOOOOL. No one flexes anything if they’re truly happy and content—trust.

I’m still doing this to your ex tho bc I’m petty.

AND YESSS YOU GET IT. Like. When I say loser I don’t mean that in a bad way. Like, more in a colloquial sense. Because really I like nerdy guys bc they’re people who are open and proud of their interests even tho they may seem weird. And they’re just honest about who they are and their abilities. It’s actually really brave. And I love that about them. So. Yeah.

ty for the cheek kiss tho hehe I am glad I was able to make u feel good.

[robynmizore]

Redemption April Fool’s Special Chapter:

The REAL Story of Conquest

Omg hai ^___^ I’m Robyn and I absolutely luuuv @@ games <3 and my fav is Fire Emblem!!! Okies so anyways, im going to tell you about the BEST day of my life when I met my hot husband Takumi!! <333333333 OMFGZ HE WAS SOOOOO FREAKIN KAWAII IN PERSON!!! Supa kawaii desu!!!!!!!! ^______________________________^ When I walked into Hoshido ==I looked up and saw…TAKUMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333!!!! “ KONNICHIWA OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SUPA SUPA SUPA KAWAII KUJO-SAMA!!!!!” I yelled n___n then he turned chibi then un-chibi!! he looked at me [O.O;;;;;;;;;;;] and then he saw how hot I am ** he grabbed my hand and winked ~_ then pulled me behind a pocky shop o.o and started to kiss me!!!!!! [OMG!!! HIS TONGUE TASTED LIKE PINEAPPLE!!! RLY!! . <.< .< (O) (O) (O)] then I saw some baka fat bitch watching us and I could tell she was undressing him with her eyes!!!!!!! [ -________- ;;;;; OMG I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! (ò_ó) (ò_ó) (ò_ó)] so I yelled “UH UH BAKA NEKO THAT’S MY MAN WHY DON’T YOU GO HOOK UP WITH RYOMA CAUSE TAKUMI-SAMA LOVES ME!!! (ò_ó)” then Takumi held me close == and said he would only ever love me and kissed me again!!!!!!! ** (O)/ then we went to his castle and banged all night long and made 42 babies and they all became BEAUTIFUL PINEAPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nyaaaaa!!! (^<) ^_____________;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

“W-what the hell?!” Niles spluttered after reading that horrid abomination, throwing it across the room.

“Robyn, you said you were going to write a crack fic chapter today!” everyone’s favorite family friendly 😉 comedic relief seethed.

The authoress, lovingly named after the Goddess of Fate herself, threw her hands up in the air.

“I did!” she protested.

“That is NOT what they meant! This is abuse of the senses!” Niles yelled.

“Well I’m sorry, I thought it was hilarious!” The authoress crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want then?”

The thief pondered this for a moment, then a wicked smirk crept on his features.

“Say.. do you remember why you wrote this tale in the first place?”

She nodded.

“Good good..”

Niles circled the room slowly, and he could feel the gears in his head turning.

“Why don’t you give it.. a better ending. Maybe something just a little more.. chaotic?”

The pair traded mischievous smirks. After all.. this whole novel was inspired by a particular wall scene. This was going to be very fun.

Warning.. profanity and EXTREME cringe

“OMG CORRIN!”

Nohr and Hoshido (except Takumi, the only reasonable one) squealed obnoxiously.

They all met up in a field because Nohr is full of assholes and decided the Hoshidan royalty did not deserve to grieve their dead mother, and needed to be thrown into a brutal war immediately after. Did they actually do anything to deserve it? Nope, but Daddy Garon hates peace and decided everyone needed to die for an even bigger Daddy Anankos.

“OMG CORRIN!!” Camilla squealed, waving her mommy milkers in everyone’s face.

“OMG CORRIN! Hurry up and ditch your blood family already!” Leo said with an eye roll. “I know dad tried to make you kill two innocent people from Hoshido, but like, he’s not that bad!”

“No, come with us!” Ryoma called. “We don’t abuse you!”

“Aw, we only locked them in a tower for years and years!” Elise protested.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMM…..”

Corrin thought deeply and logically about this.

“I choose… NOHR!”

“What, why?!” the Hoshidan siblings yelled.

“Oh, I wanna know why dad tried to kill me. So I’ve decided I’m walking back into a castle full of Nohrians to ask him. Also, I like my Nohrian siblings. Anyways, see ya!”

(Later in the Nohrian castle)

“Dad, did you try to kill me?” Corrin asked.

“No.” Garon deadpanned, clearly annoyed that Corrin returned alive.

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Whatever. Anyways, I need you to go to this super dangerous forest where you could easily die to prove I can trust you. Alone. Also if anyone tries to help you I’ll kill them.”

“Yep that’s totally not a red flag or anything!” Corrin replied.

Corrin’s next adventures consisted of similar stupidity- I mean missions, until that fateful day on Port Dia.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Takumi shouted when he confronted the Nohrian army, only to see Corrin complaining about having to fight their Hoshidan siblings.

“Ugh..” the prince groaned, facepalming as he let out a slow breath to collect himself, then shouted

“WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ACTIONS… HAVE…CONSEQUENCES?!?!?!”

“They do?” Corrin asked, frowning. “But I have plot armor!”

“Oh that’s it.. I’m taking away your water privileges on turn ten!” Takumi seethed.

After a furious battle, Corrin, who is now magically a master tactician despite growing up locked in a tower, managed to take out the pineapple haired, bow wielding menace.

“Hahaha loser, get out!” Corrin said smugly. “If you do, we won’t kill you. Probably.”

“Gee thanks, you’ve all really proven yourselves trustworthy, especially after killing BOTH MY PARENTS UNDER THE GUISE OF PEACE!” Takumi snapped. “And our civilians!”

“How rude. Mommy should beat some manners into you!” Camilla gasped, her mommy milkers flopping everywhere because ✨ fanservice ✨

“Nah let him be mad. He’s justified. Still gonna make him suffer unnecessarily tho.” Corrin replied.

“If it weren’t for you, Mother and our civilians would be alive!” Takumi shouted, causing Corrin to glitch out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!!!”

Then Takumi was seized with a horrible headache and retreated, swearing vengeance for his mother’s murder.

“Wow he has issues!” Camilla mommy milkers exclaimed.

That night, Corrin scribbled into their diary instead of responsibly planning the next battle.

“Dear diary.” Corrin bitched.

“Takumi hates me for literally no reason. Wtf even is his problem?!

-Super Triggered.”

“OMG CORRIN! Have you planned for the next battle?” Jakob asked.

“SHUT UP JAKOB, I HAVE PLOT ARMOR!!” Corrin screeched.

Later, Elise fell violently ill and Ryoma refused to let them get medicine, and Corrin yelled at them that they were a jerk despite killing Hoshido’s queen, civilians, and terrorizing their kingdom (also Nohr kinda did the same thing in Birthright to Takumi soooo.. payback?) so they were forced to break a bunch of poisonous pots with only one healer. Then they encountered Takumi again while trying to quell a totally reasonable and expected uprising.

“Wow, dad’s kinda mean. I should just ignore it though.” Corrin remarked.

Hans decided to come and “help” after giving a totally fake apology in which Corrin was immediately like

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Yo.” Takumi said, shooting Corrin with an arrow.

“OH MY GODS THERE’S A PERSON HERE?!” Corrin screeched.

“I’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME, MORON!” Takumi fired back. “I’m literally standing in the dark with a glowing bow!”

“You could have killed me!” Corrin whined, making Takumi face-palm.

“That was the point!”

Then Scarlet showed up.

“Wow, traitor.” Camilla mommy milkers whined.

“Corrin literally did the same thing.” Takumi deadpanned.

“OMG CORRIN!! LEAVE THEM ALONE THEY’RE PERFECT!” Elise simped.

“QUIET NOHRIAN SCUM!” Takumi snapped, firing.

“Wow ok hater. If you’d just have a reasonable discussion, my totally fair ruler of a dad would end this peacefully even though we keep launching unprovoked attacks on you.” Corrin said.

“If I kill all Nohrians, maybe this head pain will go away.” Takumi muttered, and everyone conveniently ignored Takumi’s obvious mental struggles.

Once again, Nohr won. Azura ignored Takumi’s clear signs of possession, Hans went on a killing spree, Corrin weakly protested in which Hans replied

“Nope. Daddy Garon said so.”

“Where’s the justice?!” Corrin gasped stupidly.

“Meh. Idk.” Camilla mommy milkers replied. “But Daddy Garon will kill me if I disobey so just ignore all red flags.”

“Ok, I believe you!” Corrin said.

Later, there was an assassination attempt on Daddy Garon by this songstress who looked and sounded exactly like Azura but totally wasn’t for some reason. After that Azura conveniently showed Corrin a magical crystal that showed them that Daddy Garon was GASP a slime monster!!!

Hm.. should I tell my siblings? Corrin pondered, then started glitching out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!”

Nah, let’s just destroy Hoshido and disregard everyone’s feelings. Especially Takumi. Screw that guy.

Corrin’s next “adventures” involved killing some guys for his boots (in the name of peace ofc), almost getting blown up by ninjas while also escorting Saizo through his suicide attacks for one measly speedwing. Corrin also had to take a good look for like an hour or so before using a dragon vein lest their army be cut off.

Then they saved the Hoshidan royals, everyone went OMG CORRIN!! (Except Takumi, who was so reasonably salty by this bs, he threw himself across the table when Hinoka asked him to pass the salt) Elise bullied Sakura, Corrin became a furry killer, Xander got beat up by some wind and a pack of Bolt Naginata using Falcon Knights. Oh, also Lilith died at some point and we’re all supposed to care for some reason.

Then Corrin beat up a small child (aka Sakura) in the name of peace, tied her up, and had her watch a bunch of defenseless soldiers get brutally murdered right before her eyes right after promising peace because Daddy Garon said so. And then at last came the fateful day that inspired this whole tale in the first place. Oh how differently it was going to end today. Because a devilish one-eyed thief paid our favorite second prince of Hoshido a nice visit and left him a nice little present…

“Ow, what the hell are these hard objects?!” Corrin yelped, ripping one out of their bare foot.

They were at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, aka Takumi’s wall of doom. Filled with the frustrated screams of Fire Emblem players alike. And at the very top of the wall stood Takumi in all his silver pineapple-haired glory, Fujin Yumi in hand.

“Your invasion of Hoshido ends now, Corrin!” Takumi yelled. “Everywhere in Hoshido is covered in LEGO. I hope you feel the excruciating pain we felt when you chose Nohr-“

“SCREW THIS! I’M PLAYING BIRTHRIGHT!!” Corrin yelled.

“You’re.. what?” Takumi asked in confusion, then Corrin performed an Emmeryn off the wall.

“…..”

Takumi watched Corrin fall with a neutral look on his face.

“Oh look..”

His expression abruptly shifted.

“..The trash took itself out. ..Wait.”

Then he saw Iago The Douche Bird Mage cackling with delight and fired an arrow, knocking him off the wall too.

“There.” Takumi said, his expression back to normal.

Meanwhile, Hinata was paging curiously through a book a certain daydreamer dropped during the fight.

“..Hey Lord Takumi? Some Nohrian weirdo wrote a romantic story about you and…. Prince Leo?! They called it.. Leokumi?”

“Oh, is that so?” Prince Takumi replied calmly, his hazel gaze shifting to Leo, who was calling Forrest a disgrace and calmly fired another arrow, knocking Leo off the wall too.

“Perfect.”

Then Takumi went to defeat Nohr, married the beautiful Goddess of Fate (named Robyn) then went to live happily ever after.

Niles: Meanwhile in someone else’s Fire Emblem Fates play through~

Happy April Fool’s Day lmao. Real chapter of Redemption will be out Sunday xD

[katyspersonal]

People really have nothing better to do with their life? Unbelievable. They need to get a better hobby. Those last dm are really not necessary it’s so bad. They even dare to bring your friends in all of this mess. Take care, you deserve it.

I agree that the lengths they go through to try and kick someone out of the fandom are absurd, and yeah, I really do not understand what gets under their skin so hard that someone is still active in the fandom? I mean, Marble said "she tries to insert herself back into fandom by sending people nice asks :(((" which is honestly the most hilarious thing I've heard yet. Fandom is more than just their entitled toxic furry jerk-off circle! Who appointed HER to decide who "belongs" in the fandom and who doesn't? It is a free space!

All in all, people like that don't care about what is "necessary". They have a lot of pent-up aggression and latch onto any justification to mistreat another human being. It is specific kind of western community leeches that can't care less about anyone's mental state, whether they're sorry or not, that will hold something you did year(s) ago against you for all eternity, that see resolving a problem with another person in "removing" them instead of offering any sort of healing, communication and patience. No one on this wretched Earth owes anyone anything, of course, but the worst part? They will treat those that DO try to help one they deemed worthy of mistreatment as a "traitor". Why are you helping the """bad""" guy to recover and reassume their place in the society? You are supposed to spend this time and energy on the """good""" guys who already have everything!

The best red flags for such people even before you ever got into a conflict with them is if they express unambiguous sadistic glee when they "pissed someone off" in a [insert a community], if the see making people angry as "accomplishment", and also if they go far just to spite someone who upset them. Normal human beings like me or you do not see any honour in causing negative emotions, and even if our enemies are seething deep down we think 'damn, we really had to be enemies?' instead of feeling """victorious""" somehow. You see 'sadistic glee' = you know this person will be unhinged if you become enemies, simple as that. Even fandomry activity can expose that sort of attitude!

As for my friends... Again, I am as guilty about bringing them into the situation as my enemies are. I should not have mentioned the names in private convos ever. And in general, for the last part, you really should not feel all that bad for me... You see, I am an idiot. Despite my paranoid vibes never failing me, I still keep calming myself down and wrestling with my mind instead of trusting them, despite the fact that not even ONCE they failed me! Like... I just had a feeling that A. never forgave me despite her nice words, so why did not I fucking listen to my guts? I really want to act surprised that she saw an opportunity to get back at me when I already was staggered after lying about being "chill"?

Anyways, thank you for letting me talk about it (and other anon(s), too). If I continue getting this sort of attention, I might stop responding because if venting overstays its welcome it becomes COUNTER-productive, but just know that I appreciate the concern and common sense. And yeah, @ mutuals: again, if any of you feels unsafe publicly associating with me because of those people, you can inform me so I do not do asks/reblogs/comments and only talk in private. I am not a type of a guy that alters my behaviour because my enemies decide it for me, but when COOL people do not feel safe it WILL concern me.

[originalhybridloverfics-backup]

CH 11 Don't Give Up Now

When Eda returned to work, she walked into Efe’s office, not bothering to knock. 

He was in the middle of a business call and held up a finger to her to ask her to wait. 

Eda placed the folder she spent the night working on, on top of his desk and reluctantly waited. 

She was still fuming, remembering the night before. 

His words cut through her. It was not his place to say, and yet he believed he had a say in her personal life. 

It was insulting, to say the least. 

Efe ended his call and looked up at her, his expression carefully guarded. “Eda, I-”

“I finished in time for your deadline.” Eda nodded at the folder. “Tell me what you think.” 

Efe realizing Eda was not going to make this easy on him. He lifted the folder and opened it, going through her prepared designs and, as always, he was impressed with her work. “Eda, this is perfect.” 

“Don’t thank me. I was just doing my job.” Eda headed for the door. 

“Eda, wait.” Efe quickly rounded his desk to stop her. He grabbed her arm, turning her back around. 

Eda wrenched her arm away from him. “Don’t touch me.” 

Efe did best to not let her words discourage him. “Eda, let me apologize for last night. I crossed a line.” 

“I don’t want your apology. I don’t want anything from you.” Eda tried to reign in her anger, but she always hated when someone tried to control her. “Yes, you crossed a line. And you will not be doing it again. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Eda, I only wanted-” 

“Your behavior was completely inappropriate.” Eda cut him off. “And furthermore, I do not share your feelings and would appreciate if you would just let it go and move on. I certainly plan to.” Eda stepped away from him. “And one more thing, if you ever try to tell me who I can be with again, you will come to regret it.” 

“Eda, I’m sorry but your grandma-” Efe fell silent, realizing he had unintentionally slipped up. Not once in the time he had known Eda has even ever mentioned knowing her grandmother. 

“My grandmother?” Eda repeated. “You know my grandmother?” 

Efe didn’t answer. Choosing to say nothing. 

“I swear to God Efe you better answer me!” Eda walked backed to him, shoving at his chest. “How do you know my grandmother?”

“I’ve known her for years. She’s my biggest investor and has been an amazing business mentor to me,” Efe admitted. “We’ve been in contact every week ever since you moved here to Italy.” 

Eda fought the urge to slap him. “Has our entire friendship been a lie?” 

“No, I hired you here because you're talented, but your grandmother wanted you close. She wanted you away from Serkan.” Efe confessed. 

“Last night was that just you being her whipping boy?” Eda demanded. 

“I am not her whipping boy. We are business partners and she is not someone you make an enemy of. She wants you away from Serkan, but so do I. You deserve better than the man who killed your parents.”

Efe's head snapped to the side from the force of Eda’s slap. The skin of his cheek burned as he turned back to her. 

He would have to be a blind man to not see how livid she was. Eyes blazing with an anger he never seen from her before. 

“Serkan did not kill my parents. Don’t speak to me about my parents’ deaths. You know absolutely nothing about it,” she seethed. “You don’t know what I deserve. You don’t know me. Not the way he does, and you never will.”

“I know he waited years to come after you,” Efe said in return. “Why? If he cared about you so much, why did he wait? What changed?”

“As far as I am concerned, neither Serkan nor I are any of your business, and you will do well to remember it.” Eda curled her hands into fist, resisting the urge to do more than slap him across his deceitful face. “Now, get on the phone, call my grandmother. I have a few things I wish to make very clear to her.”

“No,” Efe’s response was immediate. 

“What?” Eda glared at him. 

“I will not being calling her.” Efe said with finality. “I will not admit to your grandmother that I have failed her. She can destroy everything I have built. I won’t allow it to be taken from me because of Serkan Bolat.”

“Trust me.” Eda glared at him heatedly. “Ms. Simiha will be the least of your worries from here on out. I will be taking the rest of the day. Don’t call me.”

Eda turned on her heel, her dark hair whipping behind her. 

Efe fell back against his desk, shoulders dropping in defeat as his office door closed behind Eda. 

It wasn’t often that Eda reminded him of her grandmother, but just now, she did. 

She was a woman he didn’t want to make an enemy of. Much like how he didn’t want to make an enemy of her grandmother. 

Unfortunately for him, he found himself in a rock and a hard place and did not know what his next move would be. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Eda gathered her things from the office, not wanting to work in the same building as Efe right now. 

She felt betrayed by him. He had broken her trust. She had no idea how long he had been deceiving her and manipulating her. 

He claimed to have feelings for her, but it was obvious he didn’t know what genuine feelings were. 

Before leaving the building, she gave her assistant the week off. 

As she walked to her car in the company parking lot, she wasn’t sure when she would be back. Right now, she didn’t want to see Efe. She didn’t want to talk to him. It would make working with him very trying. 

She needed some time away so she could gather herself and the energy she would need to continue working with him, knowing he was not only scheming with her grandmother, but that they were business partners. 

She unlocked her car when she reached it and tossed her things in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel. 

She didn’t immediately start the car. She searched in her purse for her phone. 

Efe wouldn’t call her grandmother, but he wasn’t the only means she had to get in contact with the evil old woman. 

She scrolled through her contacts, finding her aunts, and pressed the call button. 

It ranged a few times before she heard the voice of the woman who raised her. “Eda, my beauty, how are you?”

“Honestly?” Eda asked, leaning her head back against the seat headrest. 

“Oh no, what happened?” Ayfer asked. 

Eda told her aunt about Efe working for her grandmother and how she was attempting to interfere in her life. 

“I can’t say I am surprised. Your grandmother is controlling and even more so in personal matters.” Ayfer replied. 

“I won’t allow it.” Eda said firmly. “Could you text me her number? I need to make a few things clear to her.”

“Of course I can, but Eda, is Serkan worth picking a fight with her over?” asked Ayfer. “Do you still feel that deeply about him?”

Eda was quiet for the longest time before speaking in a soft voice. “You can’t choose who your soul calls out to.”

“Just remember to protect your heart this time. He’s broken it before,” said Ayfer. 

Eda didn’t want or need the reminder. “I know. Look, I don’t want to keep talking about this. Can you send me Semiha’s number? I wish to get this over with.” 

More importantly, Eda could not let her grandmother’s meddling in her life go unanswered. 

“Certainly, if you need anything, even if it is just to talk, I am only a phone call away.”

“I know,” said Eda. “Thank you.” 

After saying their goodbyes, Eda ended the call and waited for the text from her aunt to come in. 

She loved her aunt; she did, but if she needed to talk about Serkan, it wouldn’t be with her. Her aunt never really liked Serkan. If she wanted to talk about Serkan, she would call Melo or Ceren, but not her. 

Her phone vibrated with a text. She opened it to see it was from her aunt with the contact information for her grandmother. 

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation to come, and dialed her grandmother’s number. 

Her grandmother may be used to controlling everything and everyone, but she would find she could not do the same with her. 

She refused to be a pawn on her chessboard. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Eda was left seething after her call with her grandmother. 

No one in the world had the power to make her so angry, like her grandmother. 

She took a walk in one of her favorite gardens to calm her mind and then she message Layla to find out where Serkan was. 

Once she learned where he was, she stopped by her favorite cafe and headed over to meet him. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~    

Serkan moved about the property, overseeing the work that was being done. 

He rather spend his time here than he did at Efe’s and Eda’s office. 

Just the thought of seeing the two of them together was painful. 

It was just as painful as the tumor that was killing him. 

But at least the tumor would leave his heart intact. He couldn’t say the same for Eda and her relationship with another man. A man he had always distrusted. 

Most of the work inside the home was done. His mother had even taken over designing the decor but keeping in mind what he wanted for it. 

The worked that remain was the garden outside and the wrapped around porch and the deck and a large dog run and house for Sirius. 

The sound of a car coming up the road gave him pause, and he looked away from the design he was going over with one of the lead construction heads to see Eda’s car pull in beside his car. 

He swallowed. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to see her. He knew for a fact he didn’t want an audience around. 

He turned back to his lead construction head and informed him that he and the rest of the crew had the rest of the day off. 

As Eda approached, he called the gardener over and gave him the day off as well. 

“Hey,” Eda smiled, pointedly ignoring how Serkan had just cleared the place out. That was either a good sign or a bad one. 

“I’m calling it a day.” Serkan said. “You have no need to be here right now.” 

Eda watched as the crew drove away before turning back to Serkan and held out a coffee to him. “I wanted to see you.”

Serkan took the drink and turned his back on her before heading inside his home. “I find that hard to believe.”

Eda followed him and paused to take in his newly required furniture, the warm tones, the throw pillows and flowers that decorated the home. 

It was beautiful and something she would envision for herself. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” asked Eda, observing him. She didn’t believe she had done anything to change his attitude toward her. 

Serkan turned to look at her. She stood there, looking so beautiful, and all he wanted to do was bring her in the circle of his arms, but he couldn’t. 

She wasn’t his. 

She belonged to another. 

He couldn’t understand why she couldn’t have just told him unless she set out to hurt him.

He knew he had no right to be angry. His presence in her life would only cause her more pain in the end, but he couldn’t help the way he felt. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Serkan asked, finally setting the coffee down on the end table. 

“Tell you what?” Eda asked, doing the same, turning to face him. 

Serkan wasn’t sure if he believed Efe, but he did know the thought of it being true and Eda keeping it secret was enough to drive him crazy. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone?” he asked. 

“I’m not.” Eda protested. “And even if I were, I have no obligation to tell you anything. We are not together and therefore, my personal life is not any of your business.” Eda’s mind went to Efe. “Did Efe say something to you?”

Serkan took a step away from her. “He said you were together.”

“He lied. I have never been involved with him.” Eda exclaimed, stepping into his space. “Furthermore, why do you care? It has absolutely nothing to do with you.” 

Serkan glared at her. “You know why.” 

Eda stared up at him. “I told you before, you don’t get to come back into my life act like nothing happened.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Serkan argued. “But I can’t help that I am still crazy about you as the first day I told you I was in love with you.” 

Eda was expecting him to say he still had feelings for her, but it had been a long time. She didn’t expect him to say he was in love with her. “Serkan, it’s been years.”

“I know how long it’s been, Eda,” Serkan’s voice softened. “And I have missed you every second or every day. I have never, not for one moment, stopped loving you. I’ve been in love with you from the moment I saw you, and that’s never going to change.”

Eda's lips parted, thrown by his confession. She could see in his eyes he meant every word, hear the emotion in every word he spoke, see the way his hands moved like he wanted to reach for her but kept himself from doing so. 

“I know it doesn’t change anything for you, but I need you to know. I am so in love with you. Nothing else matters to me. It’s why I am here. If I could, I would give anything just to have one more day with you in my arms.”

Eda’s heart pounded in her chest. It was everything she had dreamed of hearing. It didn’t erase their history, but it meant more to her that it was real, and that what they had was stronger than what they’ve been through. 

Emotion swelled in her chest. 

“I know you need more time but I promise you, that’s not going to change and I will be here waiting for as long as I am able to,” Serkan continued. 

“Serkan,” Eda shook her head. 

Serkan nodded, accepting her rejection. He looked away. 

“Serkan.” Eda repeated softly. 

Serkan felt her hand on his cheek, turning her back to him. “I don’t need more time. I’ve been thinking about you, us, since you came back into my life, questioning a lot of things, but the one thing I have never questioned is my love.”

Eda pressed her lips to his softly and then more firmly. 

Serkan’s reaction was immediate. He cupped her face in his hands, deepening the kiss. 

Eda kissed him until they were breathless. 

“You say you have never stopped loving me,” Eda leaned her forehead against his. 

“I haven’t. Not once.” Serkan vowed, breathing her in. 

“And I have never stopped loving you.” 

“Eda, my love,” Serkan was guttural with emotion. He was overwhelmed with passion, with love for the woman in his arms. 

“Kiss me and don’t stop.” Eda breathed. 

Serkan didn’t need to be told twice. 

He touched her like a man coming home from war. He kissed her like a man dying for his first taste of water. 

Eda melted beneath his touch. Everything else fell away and all she could feel was Serkan’s lips brushing over hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, his hands running through her hair, over her body, on her skin. 

Her heart continued to rise to a crescendo, matching the desire he created within her for more. 

For all of him. 

That was the thing with holding yourself back. When you finally let go, it was a tidal wave taking everything away in its path. 

It didn’t end with an earth shattering, life altering kiss. 

Serkan pushes her jacket off her arms. She yanked his white button-up shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning his shirt, as his lips trace her jawline, down the length of her neck.

She pushed the fabric off his shoulders as he started sucking at her pulse. 

“Serkan.” she breathed. Her hands slid up his chest. Grasping his face, she pulled him back to her lips, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, tasting him. 

She only deepened the kiss when he hoisted her up, urging her to wrap her legs around him. 

She did so without hesitation. She didn’t care that they were moving. All she cared about was kissing him until neither one of them could catch their breath. 

Love and passion consumed them both, clothes were removed until nothing remained. 

Eda felt soft sheets beneath her skin, Serkan’s warmth washing over her as he braced himself above her, staring at her with so much love it overwhelmed her. 

“Please,” she whispered. She didn’t even know what she was asking him. All she knew was that she needed him. “Serkan, baby.” 

And then Serkan was pushing inside her, his movements slow and controlled. He kissed her slowly, matching the pace of his thrust. 

Serkan was consumed by his love for the woman wrapped around him, giving herself wholly to him. 

He had hoped for Eda to forgive him, but it felt asking for too much to have her give herself over completely to him, but here she was doing just that. She gave herself to him, body and soul.

He was the luckiest man alive. 

He got to make love to the woman who held every piece of him in her hands in the home he bought for them.

It was the most beautiful night of his life and God, he was terrified. 

“Serkan,” Eda had pulled her mouth from his, cupping his face in her hands as he buried himself deep. “You’re shaking,”

“I’m scared.” he held himself above her, his movements stilling as he was buried to the hilt inside her welcoming heat. 

“Scared?” Eda repeated. Serkan was so open and vulnerable before her, she never felt closer to him at this moment. “Of what?”

“I don’t want you to regret this when it’s over.” Serkan confessed. His hand moved to cup her face, his thumb brushing her lip, his fingers moving to trace her jawline, every inch of her he could as he looked into her dark eyes, getting lost in them. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow feeling like you made a mistake.”

“Oh, Serkan.” Eda pushed as his back until he was flush against her, she took his hand and placed it over her left breast, her heart racing just beneath the skin. “Do you feel my heart beating?”

“Yes.” Serkan answered. He felt its strong beat beneath his palm. “I feel it.” 

“It’s beats for you.” Emotion welled up inside her, making her voice choke up. “It has always beat for you. This is not a mistake and I will never regret you. You are the greatest love of my life.” 

“God, I’m so in love with you,” Serkan breathed, emotions welling in his chest. 

“Show me.” Eda brought his mouth back to hers, kissing him deeply. 

Serkan laced their hands together, pinning them to the bed and moved deeply, slowly inside her, swallowing her every moan and whispering words of his love into her skin. 

Tonight would be a night, he would cherish in his heart as his time came near and he could only hope that this would one day be one of Eda’s favorite memories of them. 

His life may be a short one, but it gave him the greatest gift he could’ve asked for. 

Eda Yildiz. 

And that was a life worth living.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Eda laid against Serkan, her ear resting over his heart, her body tangled with his. Serkan had fallen asleep almost instantly after pulling her against his body. 

Not that she blamed him, he deserved the rest. 

Laying in his arms after he made love to her was an experience that she always cherished. 

She felt safe, wanted, desire and loved. 

She wasn’t sure where they went from here, but she knew it was a decision she would make with Serkan. 

She allowed the beat of his heart to lull her to sleep and she fell into sweet dreams of a future spent with Serkan. 

A future, after finally admitting to her feelings and giving into them, she couldn’t wait to start with Serkan. 

She knew in her heart there was a beautiful life together ahead of them, and she couldn’t wait for it to begin.