#fuck i remember everything and nothing. i am. such an embarrassment actually. need to get that off of my blog.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

okay so. head hurts. stomach hurts. somewhat drowsy. but. i slept for just a little while and had some water and that was nice. also typing everything right is very very hard please bear with me.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Second Part to Sleepwalking Eddie

Eddie still had his doubts when it came to him sleepwalking. So, Steve did what anyone else would do in his situation. He bought a video camera. Of course, it was right after he bought it that the sleepwalking seemed to stop for a while. Was Eddie fucking with him or was it his kind of luck that this had happened?

Because of the whole sleepwalking naked incident, Steve made sure word got around for everyone to call first before coming over. Eddie had a tendency to take naps after he ate lunch, and it was one of those days. It was also the day when Dustin decided that Steve was just bullshitting them and popped in unannounced. Steve had groaned when he opened his front door to find a grinning Dustin.

"No! You can't come in," Steve hissed. "Eddie is napping."

"So? I promise not to wake him," Dustin said and made his way through the door. "Unless. . .is he really napping, or did you get so annoyed by his presence that you finally killed him? After everything we did to save him. Damn, Steve."

"No, you shithead. I did not kill your precious dungeon master," Steve said, rolling his eyes and closing the door. "I'm gonna call Hop and tell him you broke into my house, though . . . And I actually like having Eddie around, for your information."

"See, I told you that you two would be great friends," Dustin said with his back to him.

Steve rolled his eyes as he mouthed the words with Dustin. He knew he would say something like that. He followed Dustin into the living room and watched him as he flopped onto the couch, propping up his feet onto the coffee table.

"Hey! Feet off the table! God. Were you born in a barn?" Steve asked.

"Boy, wouldn't that just embarrass the hell out of you if that were true?" Dustin asked.

Suddenly, Eddie walked into the room, his eyes closed slightly as he wore nothing but his boxers and one sock.

"Shit," Steve cursed and grabbed Dustin before he went to greet him. "Don't wake him."

"Why?" Dustin asked with wide eyes. "Oh my God! He's cursed, isn't he?"

"What? No. No! Wayne told me you're not supposed to wake a sleepwalker," Steve said.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Eddie grabbed the blanket and wrapped it completely around Dustin. He pulled him to the couch and sat down. He laid Dustin down in his his arms and began to rock him.

"Steve? Steve?! What is he doing?" Dustin asked.

"I think he's rocking you to sleep, man," Steve replied.

"Baby sleepy, shh," Eddie mumbled.

"No, baby is NOT sleepy," Dustin said and then muttered, "Baby just had a nap. . . Steve! Don't just stand there! Do something!"

"Hold on!" Steve exclaimed and ran off.

When he came back, he had something black and rectangular in his arms.

"What is - Steve, is that - is that a GODDAMN camera?" Dustin asked.

"Eddie doesn't believe that he sleepwalks. I need proof," Steve said. "Can you just give it a few more minutes?"

"Fine," Dustin grumbled. "But you should know this is absolutely humiliating."

"You owe me. One, for showing up without calling and two, for walking in here like you own the place. All without an apology," Steve said.

"Don't use logic against me, Steve," Dustin replied. "Why does he have a country accent? Maybe this is his real accent, and he hides it."

"Maybe," Steve said as he adjusted the camera on his shoulder.

"Baby hungry?!" Eddie asked.

"Steve? STEVE?!"

"Shit!"

Steve stopped him before he could press Dustin against his chest.

"Baby's been fed, remember?" Steve asked Eddie.

"By bats?!" Eddie asked.

"Uh, yeah, he's been fed by bats," Steve replied. "He's also had a nap. Can I hold him?"

Eddie grumbled before pushing Dustin away from him and walking out of the room. Dustin unwrapped himself from the swaddle.

"Well, that was strange," Dustin said.

"Dustin, if you tell anyone about his sleepwalking or joke about us being your parents ever again, I'll show the tape to Max," Steve said.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would."

"Fine."

"Steve?! Why the fuck am I in the kitchen and why do I have partially eaten block of cheese in my hands? I'm lactose!" Eddie called. "And don't say I was sleepwalking again!"

"Magic! It was magic, okay?!" Steve yelled back, rolling his eyes.

"I fucking knew it!"

[hoffmansgirl]

Honestly, I’m getting tired. It’s literally bts pics from a tv show. He’s not even playing Jesus in the show. People are just looking for a reason to hate him at this point and it’s really pathetic. I was not okay with him posing with those guys and I felt like people had a genuine reason to be upset with him, but I also thought double standards were rearing its ugly head again. Let’s get mad at nick for posing with guys dressed as Lyle and Erik but let’s like and repost thirst edits of Nick and Cooper made up of scenes from a show where they play … Lyle and Erik Menendez. People are holding him to a standard that other celebrities aren’t held to. He can’t do anything without people picking him apart and “canceling” him. It’s honestly annoying.

YES YES YES 🗣️ louder for the cunts in the back!

nicholas chavez is not problematic.

so. i actually feel so bad for him because it must be so hard. he's just gotten popular how long ago... a month? two? and people are trying to cancel him so bad.

he can't do ANYTHING without getting hate - first people started bringing up his love life - since when is it anyone's business? calling him a bop, a man whore. people are feeling way too comfortable nowadays.

next ━ "nicholas doesn't support the brothers", "he doesn't give a fuck" ━ how can YOU know that. he doesn't owe anyone a ny thing. he doesn't need to be as vocal as cooper is about it ━ as i wrote in here aaand here. i honestly won't even talk about it anymore after this post because it's fucking annoying.

the picture with the dicks dressed as menendez brothers ━ disgusting. i'm not gonna defend this one because well. he could have refused to take it. he's a grown ass man, for gods sake. although, as i mentioned before, he is HUMAN. he is LEARNING how to be a big star, what he should and should not do. let's not pretend we are all angels, bffr. we all make mistakes, and sometimes we don't even realise we do something that might be considered wrong.

now... the (hot) god damn pictures... can we stop being so sensitive and fucking annoying!!!!!! 😁 i saw that post and thought that he looks so good, the brat dance made me smile sooo much ━ then i saw the comments... he is not. mocking. religion. he is not mocking your beliefs or your god.

"cancelling" an actor for being an... actor is fucking embarrassing. i just have to laugh.

why is everyone so obsessed with this man, with everything he does? why are haters the first ones in his comment section? god, even i am not that fast and i'm fucking obsessed with the guy. come on... people just hate to hate.

and! surprise! he doesn't owe you an apology ━ if you're offended by the pictures ━ because it's just the show. people think he dressed up as jesus for halloween... do your fucking research. read the caption. stop harassing the poor man i swear 😭

in this house we don't hate on nick ━ of course he needs to be held accountable for the menendez brothers picture, no explanation needed ━ but nothing else.

it's kinda funny because my man is just working, being an introvert and people think he's a soulless narcissist.

i guess people just hate rich, popular and hot men that live their best life... i kinda feel sorry for them, ngl.

and one more thing before i finish... nicholas' love life. the insults i've seen online are so concerning. why are people so comfortable to comment on other people's relationships? why do people believe everything they see on tiktok or twitter? calling him a "man whore" is wayyyy too much. like let this man breathe around another woman? or have female friends? god forbid talk to another woman...

i don't want to comment on his girlfriend because... i want need her man, why would i even talk about her 😭 i have my own opinion but lemme just not...

woof woof i'm yapping. but yes anon, i agree with you. 100%.

and finally! if u wanna talk about it (or just talk about nicholas...) then my dms are open!

and remember!!!! to treat people with kindness ♡ 🫧

(celebrities are also people).

[lailalali]

09: Spiderman boxers

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 unrequited love

Today, Mark had to give y/n guitar lessons. So why was he getting showered, shaved, put on the best clothes he had and cologne to see her at his shared dorm? He didn’t really know. Mark was lucky that his guitars were at the shared dorm because he had to go back and forth from ZDP’s house to walking out since he kept forgetting something.

First, it was his keys to ZDP, then a hoodie, his shoes, his phone, and when he finally made sure he didn’t forget anything, he forgot the damn keys to the shared dorm and he was already outside. He decided to text y/n, a little embarrassed by the situation because she was in her pajamas and Mark looked like he was dressed to go out.

“Nice outfit Mark. I thought we were practicing in the dorm?” Y/n looked at him from head to toe and laughed a little, “Am I underdressed?”

Mark blushed, hoping that it wasnt too obvious that he might have been treating this as a date, “No, no, not at all. Actually, well, no. I think I’m the one that’s overdressed. I have plans after this so yeah.”

“A date?” She said as she opened the door to their shared dorm and let him in. “I won’t keep you too long so don’t worry, you won’t be late.”

Mark debated on lying and just sharing yes but the other part of him didn’t want her to think they didn’t have a chance. What was he even thinking? That’s his brother girlfriend for fucks sake! “Just some thing for ZDP, nothing special. It’s okay, I can’t miss it. I really don’t mind. Any way, we can study in my room since all the guitar are in there. Or we can do it in the living room because my room is a mess. Actually we can-“

“Mark, your room is fine.” Y/n walked in front of Mark but he surpassed her, remembering that he hadn’t cleaned his room since the last time he was here. Unfortunately, she made it to the room around the same time he started picking up his dirty clothes from the floor. “Nice Spider-Man boxers.”

She picked them with a sly smile and tossed them to Mark. He dropped all the clothes in his hand to catch the boxers and shoved everything into a basket. His cheeks had never stopped blushing, “Sorry. We can start now. Is there anything in specific that you need to learn?”

“Well I was just told the basics for now, what chord is which and whatever. It’s just for a class I have to take as a requirement.”

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synopsis! mark and his older brother dorm together in college. though, mark likes to spend his days at his frat house, the few days he spends at his shared dorm are when his brothers girlfriend is home. what happens when y/n starts constantly teasing mark about his messy room or Spider-Man boxers laying around?

notes! From now on, I’m going to try and make more social media chapters than written. I don’t like what I have going on lmao

taglist 🎀: @morkiee @sokkastarks

[twopoppies]

I am genuinely angry.

Someone has died in a very unfortunate and tragic way. A human fucking being and yet the media is treating this like a circus.

Fans too.

They think that Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall have something to prove. They are foaming at the mouth to get "proof" that they care and are sad.

THEY OWE US NOTHING!

They want to exploit family members.

How would these photographers and "fans" like it if someone they loved died in this horrible way and the way they handled their grief was recorded for the world and being told they have to act in a certain way.

Grief isn't linear.

Grief doesn't look a certain way.

Everyone grieves differently.

Grief can be crying for a loss.

Grief can be putting on a strong face and facing out into the world, trying to live normally and dealing with everything your way in private.

Grief can be smiling and laughing as you remember your loved one.

You can mourn them and feel better for a while just for the world to come crashing down again when you remember the loss.

So called "fans" do NOT dictate how the boys grieve. They do not get to judge their words, actions, decisions.

They are their own people.

The people who want to meet/comfort/dictate what the boys say have some spectacular, fantastical vision of them. A made up version in their head. It's delusional and unhealthy.

The media are money and power hungry. They're invasive and disgusting.

Being someone associated with paparazzi is embarrassing and should be illegal.

If celebrities wanted us to know where they were, they would tell us.

Jesus Christ this whole thing has just made me sick. A grieving father can't go take care of whatever business he needs to take care of without gross Neanderthals trying to film him. I'm grateful for the fans holding things up and throwing their hands infront of the cameras. I admire Geoff for braving the crowd, thanking the fans and reading their letters and cards, and for being so strong and representing his family in the public eye. I can't imagine the heartache.

I hope and pray that wherever the boys and their families are, they are healthy and coping the best that they can. I hope they are all supporting each other and/or have a good support system. I pray they find the peace they need during this time. I wish all of them well.

My heart goes out to Liam's friends, family, his actual, respectful fans. My heart especially goes out to Cheryl as she navigates this very confusing time. Explaining death to a child is never easy and I can't imagine having to explain the loss of a parent to a 7 year old.

We should spread positivity for Bear to read when the time comes. Share what Liam meant to us. He was our comfort when there was little comfort he could find. He was our joy when he had none himself.

He wasn't a perfect man by any means but he tried his best for his fans, friends, family, his son, but most importantly himself.

Thank you, Liam. ♥ 🕯

❤️ and… I’m crying again.

[dottcre]

RAAHH YOU DO?! -transmasc anon

okay so..what about dottore being pussydrunk on us and he just can't stop fucking into his boyfriend, but meanwhile said boyfriend is just reading a book while dottore goes crazy trying to get a reaction out of him, he wants to know he's doing good, he wants to hear that he's doing good, he needs the praise or else he'll keep whining and fucking into you for your attention...

sub dottore who wants to please his dom in anyway🤤🤤

OFC I DO ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 trans community forever RAHH

contains : transmasc!reader, afab!reader, sub!dottore, praise kink, cockwarming, pliant dottore because he’s soft from the pleasure, kind of a sudden ending bc i dont know how to end fics 😭

dottore’s trying everything to get your attention but you eyes remained fixed on your book, and by the looks of it you weren’t going to be done anytime soon. he knew that you told him to be patient, but it was much easier said than done when your pussy was so warm, spongy walls clenching around his helpless dick.

he called out your name, hips bucking up toward you for the nth time that night as he struggled to keep his voice level. his eyes lit up ever so slightly when he heard you click your tongue in annoyance, not expecting you to actually respond this time. you marked the page of the book you were on before shutting it, the crisp and loud sound another sign of your irritation toward the man beneath you.

“what is it this time, dottore?” he pouted at your usage of his fatui-assigned name, but quickly hid it after remembering that you weren’t too ecstatic about any type of disobedience.

“…please, talk to me?” he was uncharacteristically flustered, the skin hidden under his clothes burning from embarrassment. “…need your voice.”

he was cute today, absolutely pussydrunk and reduced to nothing but jelly. there’s no way you wouldn’t take advantage of that.

“oh, you want to hear me?” you teased, cupping his cheek gently to make him look into your eyes. “you wanna hear how good your cock’s making me feel?” a “yes” fell from his lips with shocking enthusiasm, making you laugh a little.

“do you really think you deserve it even when you’ve been such an impatient brat?” dottore hesitated, red eyes widening as his hands kneaded at your thighs, probably to attempt to keep you in place if you chose to move away. you wanted to mess around with him a bit more, seeing how wrecked he was. his scarily dilated pupils and the sweat coating his skin was a clear indication that he was close to his limit. perhaps you’ll play your game another day.

you faked a disappointed sigh, slapping the side of his face softly, condescendingly. “however, since i, your dear boyfriend, am feeling generous today, will let it slide.” with a grin. “do you want to make me feel good, dottore?” you got a response from him in the form of a deep whine and a twitch from his throbbing cock.

“yes? i do, i do,” he was begging, arms holding you against him as he attempted to hump against you like a dog in heat. “want to fuck you and make you feel, hngh, so good. be used by you like a toy.” he was blabbering in absolute joy, desperation, and the book you were reading completely thrown to the back of your head.

he would do anything for your pleasure and attention, that you were now absolutely certain of.

[the-anime-enthusiast]

As per request of @tired-jaz here's some dabi fluff for the touya fans 😈 This is purely fluff but here's a lil quick disclaimer ⚠️ jaz this isn't totally what you asked for but Its still fluff and got some pretty sweet stuff in it 😭(pun intended) HOPE YALL ENJOY‼️

NOT AS SWEET

AS YOU (dabi x reader)

DAY ONE ☎️

"3 months, THREE WHOLE MONTHS NAKI. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I havent felt the touch of aan, MY MAN, in three whole months", you scream into the phone, not caring the damage youve dealt to your sisters eardrums.

"Y/N" she screams back.

"Yes..." you retorted sheepishly with a slight ansgt.

"Isnt he coming bacm in like what? 3 DAYS?? I hate to break it to you gurl, BUT PLEASE, calm down, I get it but he'll be there soon."

"BUT"

"NO. NO BUTS. What happened to the logical and rational you i know? The one dabi fell in love with? Youll have him all to yourself in no time. I know its hard, especially cause you haven't been able to talk to him either, but honey please. Hell be there alright. ALRIGHT?"

you sigh, "I'll calm down. You're right I guess, don't wanna embarrass myself in front of him after 3 months..." you breathe out staring at your feet face reddening at the thought of your desperate actions. "I just miss him, a lot."

"Y/n...I get it, i really do, and i hate to do this right now, but i have to go, if you need anything youll tell me right?"

"Yeah yeah you know I will", you respond rolling your eyes simultaneously.

"REMEMBER" the sudden loud tone sending you to jump up, "3 DAYS THEN HES ALL YOURS. BYE BYE!" she acreams ending the call with a kissy sound.

Your hand drops down, looking at the caller ID

"I know" you wisper to yourself.

DAY TWO 💤

Grogginess? She practically your bestfriend you think rolling over to the other aide of your bed, arm slewn over your back orher cupping the side of the pillow youve found yourself clutching for dear life to the past couple of months.

"Dabi..." you whisper, eyes squeezing shut trying to imagine his face again as you bury your face into the pillow

"please come home" is the last thing your pillow hears before you pass out on top of it wishing it was him you were on top of instead.

Nothing could quite distract you from his absence like sleeping your life away.

DAY THREE 🍰

Anxiety was eating you alive like you were the twilight saga and a book worm was having a feild day.

"Nothing has changed between us right?" you thought. "Right?" you repeat to yourself, a sickening smile creeping on your face with tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"NO" you yell sitting up to hang of your bed.

"I WILL NOT BE SAD. I REFUSE. ONE MORE DAY

"Y/N. YOU GOT THIS! I GOT THIS? I GOT THIS." you chant storming to your kitchen. Given the ungodly amount of sleep you got yesterday, you hadnt eaten barely anything but leftover cookies and some milk.

"OH. MY. GOD." you aggravatingly sighed out

"I'M SO DAMN HUNGRY" followed by a whine as the refridgerator swining open, and then the realization hit you, you wouldn't be surprised if dust and a moth flew out with the door.

"DAMN INGREDIENT HOUSEHOLD WHAT THE HELL" you yell falling to your knees while slamming the fridge shut, followed by a bang on the door with your fist.

Your head soon met the door as well with your begging you from 2 weeks ago to stop the decision of purely doordashing food to your front door while dabi was gone, leaving you broke as hell. Checking your bank account wasn't any better than the fridge, but in optimism you tell yourself, if theres one thing an ingredient household will get you, its crazy amazing dessert recipes made out of practically thin air.

-skip to later that night-

"Holy shit-" you breathe out

"Holy fucking shit, so. much. dessert. So many... everything?" you question scanning your kitchen surroundings, brownies, cookies, Tres Leches, cookie dough, instant jello, popsicles?

"How in the actual hell...did i make...popsicles..."

you whisper before collapsing of exhaustion.

Slowly picking up your phone to check the time, you read 2:45 a.m.

Following is a look of worry, exhaustion, and confusion as you pass out on the kitchen floor.

DAY FOUR - DABI'S COMING HOME

My keys slowy make their way into the key hole, first sturggling due to my franticness to see her. My girl.

"y/n" I whisper out getting frustrated that the key keeps getting stuck.

"Dammit!' i whisper yell as the door finnalg flys open crashing against the wall behind it.

"What the hell? Why does it smell like...HUH?"

He screeches feasting his eyes on the copious piles of desserts covering every kitchen surface.

"What the hell..." he whispers, barely taking the time to notice you crashed out on the kitchen floor.

"Y/n..." he whispers leaning down to you, a look of pity and concern stretching across his otherwise emotionless face.

"baby..." is the last thing he says before reaching behind your neck and waist to hoist you up into his arms.

A feeling of warmth overcomes your body, a feeling of comfort, one you cant quit explain while wrapped up in your Candy Land like dream, one where you of all people were a diety of dessert. Slowly coming back to consciousness you hear the words of your lover...

"baby" you feel whispered against your ear, the familar voice sending shocks through your body.

No matter the lack of sleep and energy spent on your Master Chef Desserts you shot up clinging to dabi like it was the last time.

"DABI" you screeched into his ear as he pulls you in closer.

He presses a kiss to your ear, "hey princess, missed you baby" he says pressing a second one right after the other.

The feeling practically melts you, nothing beats some sweet love from your lover, especially the physical lind.

"Dabi" you sigh

"Yes princess?"

"Kiss me again?"

"Hm?"

You grab his collar pulling his face for his eyes to look into yours.

"KISS ME" you growl locking his eyes with yours noticing the sly smirk spreading across his beautiful face.

"Alright alright, i heard you the first time" he chuckles cupping your cheek and pulling your waist flush against his stomach.

"Since you ask so nicely..." he teases bringing your face close to his.

You can't explain it, maybe its the lack of him you've experienced the past three months or his overall deamenor but its like you cant think anymore. Everythings fuzzy, your nose filled with the smell of the previously baked sweets mixed with the ash and cigarette smell on his collar. You lose complete control melting into his hands, making him work to keep your body up as his lips meet yours. You make note of the gentleness he's displaying, something not often seen, even behind closed doors. It doesn't feel like hes going to give you the night of your life, or like hes about to do whataver he wants to you, he feels like he's about to hold you until the sun comes up, bury his head in your neck, lay you on his chest kissing your head, whispering sweet nothings like

"you're so beautiful baby..."

or

"i missed you so much" followed by his nose burrowing in your hair.

'you miss me too pretty girl?"

maybe a

"Im here its alright princess..."

or maybe

"you need anything baby?"

its almost out of charcter for him, but somethings changed, the way he holds you, something happened. He holds you now like hes actaully scared to lose you. His kiss isn't filled with lust, but love, pure innocent love, one you've never felt, you think leaning more into the kiss slowly making your backs way down to the floor.

His lips press deeper into yours, never wanting to leave but nevertheless he pulls away leaning over your frozen body beneath him.

"Baby" he whispers moving your face so his eyes meet his, given you were hiding it out of embarrassment.

"Yes..." you wisper back peering up into his beautiful eyes, taking note of the difference in his stare. He holds there for awhile, staring into your eyes, searching in them like he'll find something, still holding your face lovingly.

Your left hand comes to meet his hand on your face cupping over it shooting him a small smile.

"Dabi? "

"Hm?" he hums back seeming to come back to reality.

"S-sorry" he stutters a bit, a like shade of pink running across his cheecks.

Your smile never leaves as you bring your other hand up to meet his face, pulling it down to your head to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you" you whisper.

"Hm..." he hums with a slight chuckle sending a look of horror to your face. His laugh grows as he puts more pressure against your foreheads.

"I'm just teasing baby" he says moving his mouth to kiss your forehead as he pulls you up to sit with him, pulling his hand of your cheek to allow more balance on the way up.

"Just teasing" he repeats moving to kiss your cheek allowing another small smile to come up on your face as his hand meets your face again. He follows with small kisses peppering across your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw line, and even some daring to your neck. All that's heard throughout your shared apartment is small giggles and the sound of his lips coming off of your skin.

"Hey princess" he says looking for some focus as he comes up to cup both your cheeks.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Your face goes an ungodly red.

"Hm?" you question, face blank, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

"I love you baby" he repeats giving you a warm smile leaning his forhead bacm against yours.

"I..." you smile back... "I love you too dabi" you whisper allowing his lips to come back to yours for one final kiss before your mouths are otherwise occupied scarfing down the pile of treats waiting for you on the counter.

"Pretty sweet huh?" you tease bumping your hips into his.

"Not as sweet as you baby" he replies a sweet smile spreading on both your faces as you match each other's gaze.

[meguemii]

Hardly Friends.

06. What it Could Have Been.

Pairings: Megumi x Reader, Nobara x Yuji (platonic)

Synopsis:

Word Count: 1.5k

Returning to your room hot and bothered you stripped yourself of your cold wet bathing suit. and changing into some more comfy clothes.

5 minutes later, Nobara walked into your shared room quietly rummaging through her stuff eventually glancing at you then doing a double take to look at your wet hair. “Did you and Megumi go swimming? Is THAT why you didn’t want Yuji and I coming back so soon!?” She erupted into laughter. Running over to shush her by putting a finger over her lips. “No. Well yes. SHUT UP!” You shouted. Still laughing at you “holy shit Y/N, did you guys fuck?”. Your face dropped and that was her hint, “Oh my god you did!” Shushing her again groaning “No! We were just getting along for once and I didn’t want either you you ruining the moment!” quickly explaining to her while leaving the more important half out. She didn’t need to know that.

“Well either way that’s good! Well actually maybe not either way. Might have been awkward as hell if you guys hooked up.” She said as she walked to her side of the room putting her shopping bags down and rummaging through her suit case most likely to get her own clothes. You stood there turned away from her view frowning, she was right. It would be awkward now, even though you guys didn’t hook up. Taking 10 steps forward and 100 steps backwards.

“Do you have my speaker?” Nobara asked snapping you out of your depressing thoughts, you turned to look at her with a half smile trying to cover up what you were previously thinking about. “Oh yeah, I was using it while I was swimming. I was gonna go have a bath to get rid of this chlorine out of my hair, can I borrow it again?” She hummed a yes in response. Quickly grabbing the speaker and your toiletries you made your way to the bathroom and started running hot water.

Looking in the full body mirror and hugging yourself for any sense of comfort. Trying to feel something other than embarrassed. Ding.. Ding..

Your phone going off twice, snapping out of your own world you picked up your phone to see who had messaged you. It was Yuta and Megumi. “Hey Y/N, sorry if that was weird, idk what came over me. Never meant for something like that to happen” frowning over the words he had sent, he didn’t mean for it to happen? Then redirecting your attention to Yuta’s message it read “really been missing you, can’t wait for you to come home. send a photo so i can remember you?😉” There was apart of you still itching for any sort of sexual attention.

Deciding to fill the void Megumi left, you took a provocative photo of yourself, although nothing showed it still showed everything. Opening your photos app to hit share you clicked the first contact that came up.

Smiling to yourself you set your phone down and listened to soft music as you relaxed in the bath. About 5 minutes had passed and your phone started buzzing. Quickly wiping your hand off you reached for your phone.

Gumi XD is calling…

Answer Decline

Why the fuck was he calling you? Hitting accept you heard heaving breathing “Y/-N, did you mean to send that to me?” Megumi’s voice was low and cracked when he said your name. Send what? What did you send?! Internal panic quickly set it. “What?” you said hoping to god you didn’t send what you thought you did. Opening yours and Megumi’s messages immediately being met with the photo you had meant to send to Yuta, you had actually sent it to Megumi. “holy shit holy shit holy shit. I am SO sorry!!” you screeched in pure horror and embarrassment.

A minute had passed and a shaky breath came through the phones speaker. “..Megumi?”saying his name quietly but more questioningly. “yes angel?” ANGEL?! Your stomach did a backflip and all you could feel was your whole body fluttering.

What did you do? Hang up. You hung the phone up. What the fuck. No shot that just happened. Your phone dinged again, horrified to check what the notification was you mustered up all the courage you had left and saw it was only Nobara. “Are you okay in there?” she texted. Quickly typing a “yeah i just saw a spider, everything’s good.” Sinking down into the water, hoping you’d drown.

-

Maybe an hour had passed only deciding to get out when you started turning pruney . Getting out of the tub, shivering once met with the cold air. That and the fact that you had humiliated yourself twice tonight. Well this one was humiliating at least. Getting dressed back into the clothes you were previously wearing you took a good long look at yourself in the mirror once again and puffing out your chest in false confidence only deflating in shame seconds later with a sad huff.

You returned to the bedroom and saw Nobara laying on her bed on her phone. Ignoring your own bed you crawled up right beside her and sighed. She glanced at you and then went back to her phone. Sighing again a bit heavier this time she continued to ignore you. This process happened multiple times before you looked up at her dramatically “you ass. you’re supposed to ask what’s wrong! I literally crawled into your bed and cuddled up to you and started sighing dramatically!” now pouting at her. Nobara put her phone down and looked to you with a dead expression. “oh my dearest best friend, what is the matter? did something happen?” She asked sarcastically. “Yep that’s what I thought. Anyways, something did happen. And I hope my next breath is my last.” throwing your arms in the air flailing them around, resulting in an amused snort from the girl.

“Anyways so, something did happen..” you paused waiting for her to respond. “Well obviously?” she flatly said with a playfully eye roll. Scoffing in response and continuing your story. Basically recapping her on the pool story.

You guys were now sitting criss cross on the bed with face masks on. “Y/N, from the bottom of my heart, i’m so sorry for cock blocking.” She said as she crossed her heart with her hand making you laugh.

Calming down you continued your story “No but Nobara this is where it gets bad.” she looked at you waiting for the rest. “So Yuta messaged me saying he missed me and asked for a picture, right? okay. So I took a provocative picture and went into the photo app to send it to him and instead of clicking Yuta’s contact.” you paused taking a deep breath to catch it. “I ACCIDENTALLY SENT IT TO MEGUMI.” Nobara screeched “No you didn’t!”. You let out a cry “I DID. BUT GET THIS. He called me. Asking if it was meant for him but he said it in a low shaky voice. then he said my name but his voice cracked.” Nobara let out a “ouuu girlll” for the dramatic effect. “Okay now get this, I started apologizing like crazy and it was silent so I said “Megumi..?” AND HE SAID “yes angel?” WHICH THEN THE ONLY LOGICAL THING TO DO WAS HANG UP!” burying your face into your hands.

“Y/N.. this could either be so bad or so good. You have to admit Megumi is pretty hot” she smirked and you playfully hit her. “Yeah but did you forget he messaged me he never meant for anything at the pool to happen? Maybe he’s super uncomfortable now!” Nobara stopped you and countered with a comment that made your face heat up bright red, even with a cooling face mask. “Only reason he’d be uncomfortable right now is because you probably gave him a raging hard on.” earning another punch to her shoulder which she laughed off.

“Nobara I’m serious, this is so bad! I have to see him everyday for the next two weeks!” you cried elongating the word ‘bad’. Her demeanour changed and she gave you a soft reassuring smile, “Y/N, everything is going to be okay. I swear.”

That was that for the rest of the night, you fell asleep in Nobara’s bed. The only problem is was that you didn’t fall asleep. Nobara had fallen asleep so long ago, it felt like ages. Leaving you wide awake staring at the ceiling, you had no idea what time it was. Nothing or no one to keep you company besides your thoughts that you desperately needed to figure out.

Did Megumi really not mean anything he did? If so why would he call you like that, the shaky breathes seemed so.. sensual. Now with a clear mind you could only think about how they made you feel. Like you needed him. Like you wanted to be there in person to hear those shaky breathes.

You didn’t know what changed but suddenly you were enamoured with Megumi, head spinning at the thought of him. But doubts still flooded your mind. This is the first time he’d ever acted like that. First time he’s acted like that with you at least. All you knew was that you wanted more.

You wanted to know what could have happened, where it would have led. You needed to know. You needed to know what it would have felt like to let him continue what he started. To feel more of him on a deeper and even more of an intimate level.

Megumi Fushiguro what are you doing to me?

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[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Sorta bringing this back from the past, but I just saw the MC scandalous painting ask and was laughing for like 20 mins, I really do hope it makes it in to the story😂😂

Buuut, I wanna ask, how would the RO react to their family members looking at the painting after they (accidentally) left it out

(For the ROs who live alone, maybe their and MC kid?)

Haha, I remember that one. Still one of my favorites!

I am also going to write this under the impression it's at the dating stage of the relationship so that it makes more sense.

Cassandra: Does her absolute best to hide the portrait from her dad, only issue is that her dad, being the military man he is, occasionally does routine inspections around the house to make sure everything is in order and nothing needs to be taken care of before it becomes a problem. This has her moving the portrait periodically throughout the house to avoid him coming across it during his inspections. She considered putting it in a lock box but he would probably ask her whats inside and she is a TERRIBLE liar.

So, when the day unfortunately comes and General Guerrero finds a wrapped up portrait of MC's half naked ass in a broom closet; he is so unamused it's not even remotely funny. Well, for Cass at least.

Because while this might come to your surprise Alejandro actually does have a sense of humor. And make no mistake, he finds MC's audacity and utter stupidity of sending this to HIS house, to HIS daughter sort of funny. He comforts Cass by casually asking why does she even find MC attractive when they look so scrawny in the portrait she hid in a closet. Girly is is embarrassed she can't even form a coherent sentence, she just gets super red and covers her face. He can't help but laugh, he finds her embarrassment, punishment enough for her keeping this thing in her house without telling him.

Can't say he or MC will be laughing next time they meet though.

Valeria: Well, we already know Mrs. Torres saw it.

Valeria is so embarrassed, for MC. It's not like she asked you to do something so stupid knowing full well that she is the youngest of 6 with 5 older brothers and that she still lives with them and her parents. Mrs. Torres is just like Valeria in the sense she can't keep shit to herself, although Valeria manages to keep her shut for all of 4 days which is a pretty decent record. Good thing Val already managed to hide it someplace secret only to her by the time her brothers found out about it. They pester her day and night to see it so they can roast MC next time they see them. (as if they weren't already, idk if I said this already but if you romance Val; her big brothers become YOUR big brothers). Her parents don't really care, her dad didn't appreciate it but trusts his sons will harass MC enough about it, just expects MC to not do it again.

Tomás: He legit has nobody that he would really give a fuck about in his family if they saw the portrait. He isn't embarrassed, he's proud. He would be SO happy if his mom saw it, would rub in how scandalous and just how much of a scoundrel he is with MC. Would get a real kick out of how much she would 'clutch her pearls' at him, literally and figuratively. Would get mad if his brothers saw it because he'd get jealous, probably would punch them or something.

Now if you guys had a kid and they saw it in the future, he would get bashful but tell them not to go poking around his things. No, they cannot ask why he had it hidden in a box under his side of the his bed.

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Ludovica: Also has no family or anybody to discover it. In the future if she had kids and they found it, she would be mortified. Begs them to forgive her for not hiding it well enough and to forget they saw it. She is unamused when she overhears her staff gossiping about the portrait and how one maid long ago had mentioned it existing and how literally nobody had believed her. Chokes on her spit when her kids ask MC point blank why they were barely wearing any clothes in the picture and if they were cold.

Aurelio: ALSO has no family to uncover it, (omg look at all of these pathetic little orphans, having parents must be a rarity in this world ig).

So, when his kids one day are being a little too nosy in his private study and see his half naked portrait of a young MC hanging right beside his desk labeled "Motivation - 1890" they obviously do the logical thing of screaming for their dad to come to his study. When he does wondering if they got hurt or something they ask him right away why tf he has such a picture displayed there and why is it labeled.

He had responds with something like, "Well, can you blame me for wanting to be productive? Knowing that is but a humble glimpse at what will be my reward when I finish my work, does wonders for my morale. And be grateful your mom/dad looked so great back then or you might not even be here." (He is saying that to tease them, MC still looks great in their older age and he would love them even if they weren't attractive.)

Also adds, "Oh, and it's labeled because that's that years edition of 'motivation'. I made sure I got one every start of the year to keep me honest. New year, new happy little wine drinker me! What? Did you want to see the rest? Or maybe the ones I gave mom/dad? Fair warning, I was wearing even LESS than they are in this picture."

His children then proceed to run out of his study screaming and gagging, he laughs knowing that this will keep them out of his study from now on.

Elio: Okay sort of funny because I actually said in one specific post somewhere Elio actually personally knows Aurelio and I actually think the only person close enough to discover it would be Aurelio. Elio would surprising be shocked if Aurelio found it because he made sure it was well hidden in the attic to avoid MC ever finding out he did actually have it.

He drinks tea and admires it from time to time when MC is away for too long. If Aurelio ever found it Elio would actually be frantic shooing him out of the house and swearing that he will never let him anywhere near MC ever again. Because he knows Aurelio is a charmer and he deep down would feel a little insecure if after he has fallen in love, MC got close to Aurelio and fears he would take them away from him. Even though Aurelio would never do that to him, he can't shake the insecurity and does everything he can to hide it.

Aurelio would want to tease Elio about it but knows it would be a very touchy subject so he shuts up, instead he tease MC next time they have a moment without Elio there. Which might be in a few months when Elio calms a bit and lets his guard down thinking Aurelio might have forgotten or dropped it completely.

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Thanks for letting me revisit and continue this funny scenario! 💙

[southernbluebellereader]

I'm in class but I'd rather not be but I have to be because I am a ~grad student~

anyways, but like what about COD x you in a zoom meeting

like you're in a zoom meeting or something for [insert whatever reason], and they just bust in the room

Captain John Price

Leave the man alone, he forgot

Opened the door, saw you in the meeting, cursed - loudly - then left

One of the women on your zoom said "damn" a little too loud and your face turned so red

John waved, said hi with the biggest smile on his face

This is his invitation to come in, give you a kiss on your cheek, embarrassing you even more, and he's like "Hi, I'm John, Y/N's boyfriend/husband."

Keeps walking back and forth if the door is open, he is the curious about your meeting

You finally tell him to just come and sit so he can listen to your meeting

If you have to talk, he just looks at you the whole time, he don't understand nothing of what you're talking about, but he agrees and if someone says something in opposition, he'll make a face lol

you have to squeeze his leg to get him to stop

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Didn't forget forget, he forgot what day it was

But the door was open, he walked in, taking up the whole damn door frame, curses under his breath, but he needs to ask you something so he just stands in the doorway hoping his mere presence gets your attention

You're talking and someone in your meeting unmutes themselves and frantically tells you that there's a man behind you

You sigh and turn around, "Hi, Simon, is everything ok?"

"We need more dish detergent."

"There's a bottle under the sink."

He nods and lets you get back to your meeting, stays a minute longer for shits and giggles before going back

Sgt. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Knows you were in a meeting, but the door was open

Cannot just walk by the open door without stopping and waving

You notice the others in your meeting giggling and laughing, then you see Johnny making a damn fool of himself

"Johnny!" You whispered loudly

Johnny was in his own little world

You yelling at him scared him lol

He apologized, then left you alone

You hurt his feelings and now you have to comfort him after lol

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Did remember

But he's always interested in what you're doing and sat beside you

He was mostly out of the frame, except his giant muscly arm was in the frame

Everyone started showing their pets in the meeting, and and Kyle had to look

He loves a cute pet

takes up the whole frame to look at everyone's pets with a big goofy smile

Kate Laswell

Doesn't want to disturb you

But keeps bringing you food and drinks

Keeps replenishing your drink and beings you snacks

can't help herself to kissing the top of your head

I know damn well Kate is very affectionate you cannot change my fucking mind

You want to be upset but you love her so much

Unless it's a really important meeting, then she'll leave you alone.

Alejandro Vargas

He did forget

Keeps yelling for you because he needs something

Is looking for something

Comes into your office and says "Dios mío, lo siento mucho, cariño, pero..." and goes on a whole thing as to what he needs ("omg, I'm very sorry, darling, but...")

"Alejandro, i'm in a meeting."

"Ok but I-"

"Alejandro."

"ok"

Not even 10 minutes later he busts back in, "Carińo, dondé es-" ("Darling, where is-")

"Alejandro!"

Actually feels bad now lol once you're done you forgive him and ask him to at least knock before busting in lol

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Knocks on the door, opens it like 2 inches, and whispers loudly, "Lo siento, cariño, pero ¿dónde está el...?" (I'm sorry, darling, but where is the...?"

Once you answer him. He comes back 10 minutes later and asks where something else is.

Keeps apologizing

Once you're done with your meeting you have to find him, hold his face, and tell him it's ok

You still love him

You thank him for at least knocking

You tell him that your coworkers thought he was cute and he is happy now

confidence boost

[magicalrocketships]

Hello!! I'm really excited about reading more Max/Daniel dick chicken fic (how did the last ask put it?? escalating horny/feral gay chicken sexting maxiel fic? 🤲) Do you have a snippet you could share?? Thank you!!

I DO have another snippet I can share!!

This is from a fic known subtly as Daniel and Max play Dick Chicken. The snippet I've posted already is here, and there are another couple of bits and pieces in my dick chicken tag, but I swear I can never actually make those tag links work any more, so sorry if that comes up with literally nothing. Yay, Tumblr! I promise they do exist even Tumblr insists that's a broken link.

Anyway, have some Max/Daniel rimming. (E, 1700 words. Ever so slightly edited to remove a couple of bits of context-required spoilers but it should still make sense). The entire fic should be subtitled the one where they're feral for each other. This bit is the first time they've actually got naked together and not through a phone screen.

"You are late."

"I had to shower." Daniel feels like he should protest because they never specified a time, and anyway, only one of them has travelled half the fucking globe today, and he's done most of his sleeping recently in very uncomfortable airplane seats and it is not his fault that he's completely fucking insane over Max fucking Verstappen, who— who is just pushing down his shorts. He is just getting naked in his entrance hall and looking at Daniel like Daniel is the one making strange choices. Which he is, but at least he's still fucking clothed like a fucking normal person.

"You did not need to shower to come here, Daniel," Max says. "Take your clothes off."

Daniel toes off his flip-flops and leaves his phone and keys on the hall table. "I was gross, I needed to shower."

"No," Max says, holding his hands palm up and doing a little lifting motion with them, a take your t-shirt off, please request that Daniel obeys because it's either that or… not taking his t-shirt off. "It was fine. But now you are here, and you are not naked."

This is the most they've talked since Daniel left Red Bull. This is fine. There is probably nothing to say, anyway. They both know why they're here. He tugs his koala t-shirt over his head and lets it pool on the floor, tangling with Max's discarded clothes as Daniel shoves down his shorts. He's half-hard in Max's apartment, shorts hanging off one foot, and Max has his hand cupped around his dick like he could be posing for any one of those expressionless selfies he's sent Daniel over the past few weeks.

Daniel is playing the same little song on a loop in his head and it goes what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—

Max tilts his chin up. "I am going to lick you out and make you come, Daniel."

Cool, Daniel thinks nonsensically, as any remaining brain power he still has takes a nosedive off the nearest balcony. His dick gives up too, and just gets as hard as it's ever got before. It even gives Max a jaunty little wave. Cool. Not embarrassing.

"If you still want it, of course."

"I want it," Daniel says, and something in his brain must still be processing information because he doesn't remember deciding to say yes. It just happened while he was still trying to take in the fact that Max Verstappen is naked in front of him, with his dick out, and the world still appears to be turning on its axis like everything is fine.

Fuck, Daniel remembers when he used to be straight.

"Good," Max says, and sets off for the bedroom like Daniel is just going to follow.

Daniel follows. Max doesn't take him to the bed, though, but to the dressing table over the other side of the bedroom. There's Max's stuff on it, discarded boarding passes and stuff from his pockets and detritus from travelling. Knocked over deodorant bottles, sponsor shit he's never even bothered opening. A watch getting dusty somewhere in among the still packaged Red Bull t-shirts. There's a mirror.

Max nods towards it. "You can watch yourself," he says, like that's a normal thing to say, and he drops to his fucking knees.

Daniel looks at him for the longest moment, at Max Verstappen hard and naked and on his knees for him, weirdly expressionless but clearly waiting for Daniel to get on with it.

So: Daniel leans over the dressing table, palms flat against the surface. He spreads his legs and looks back over his shoulder at Max kneeling behind him.

Max looks up at him then. His eyes are bright. "I am going to make you come, Daniel."

"Yeah," Daniel says. His voice is hoarse. "Please."

Max adjusts his position. On his knees, directly behind him, his dick just there. Hard. Glistening wet at the tip. Daniel's mouth is dry. He licks his lips. Then Max cups Daniel's ass in his hands. Palms to his skin. "I have thought about this a lot, Daniel," he says, spreading Daniel's ass cheeks like this is a normal way to touch someone intimately for pretty much the first time. Daniel's skin already feels like touch paper. One spark and he'll be decimated. "I have come already thinking about this."

Daniel stares at himself in the mirror. He is pink. Unshaven. Eyes wide. His throat works. "Yeah?"

"Yes, very much," Max says, and then he strokes over Daniel's hole with the pad of his thumb. Daniel's hips skitter forwards, thighs hitting the dressing table. His dick bumps up against the torn plastic packaging of a new Red Bull shirt. Daniel shoves the plastic away until it's just the t-shirt. He drags his tip across the shirt. It leaves a little snail trail already. Max's thumb strokes his hole. It is disconcerting, because Max has never demonstrated a second of warming up in any of his pictures or videos. His is a hot lap approach to orgasms, fast and furious, and right now it is just his thumb. Daniel is watching himself in the mirror and it is already too much and literally nothing has happened yet. He is watching his own destruction and it is too late to stop it. He is already destroyed.

But then— Max spits on him. He spits and it runs down Daniel's ass crack and over his hole and Max gathers it up and strokes him wet. He spits again.

Daniel blurts pre come onto Max's shirt. He swallows down a groan. He is watching Rome burn but he is Rome and he's the one who lit the fucking match.

"You can make noises, Daniel," Max says. He has switched to the pads of his fingers, more than one. Daniel can feel his hole fucking flutter and it is humiliating, but it is more humiliating when he presses back against Max's fingers. But then Max leans in and Daniel feels the warmth of Max's breath on his skin and then Max presses his tongue to Daniel's hole and Daniel fucking expires.

Max is all business. He is data driven, at speed, the track a learning experience beneath his tongue. He drags his tongue up Daniel's crack, sweeps of attention that have Daniel whimpering. He laps at Daniel's hole, kitten licks, only moving away to spit on him, dirty and so, so fucking hot. He cups Daniel's balls through his legs, not gentle, never gentle, like touch is function and the only outcome is Daniel's eventual orgasm.

Daniel drowns. He drowns in the mirror, helpless to stay quiet, skin flushing pink. He presses his ass back into Max's face, and Max digs his fingers into Daniel's thigh and licks at him like it's a fucking race. Daniel melts like ice cream. When Max's thumb presses inside of him, his tongue lapping around it, Daniel cries out. He holds himself up on the flats of his palms, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against the mirror. His breath clouds, wet and warm, steaming up the mirror.

Max's thumb is replaced by his tongue. He is inside of him. He eats Daniel out like he's starving. It is filthy hot. Spit drips down his crack. His dick leaks pre come across Max's shirt, and for a moment, Daniel longs for him to wear it afterwards. Daniel marking him up like he's his. He gasps it out into the mirror.

Max sits back, his breathing ragged. His tongue is replaced by a finger, two fingers, then he's back and there is spit and his tongue and he covers Daniel's hole with his mouth and alternately sucks and blows like it's a fucking practice session and he's trying to find the best fucking line to take a corner.

Daniel shudders through it. He shivers. He is disintegrating, Max re-arranging his molecules with his tongue, but the mirror shows him whole. A fucking mess, but whole. He reaches down to grab his dick, but he's barely got his fist wrapped around it when Max is nudging his hand away.

"I am going to make you come, Daniel," Max tells him, circling Daniel's wrist with his free hand. "Not you."

Daniel drops his chin to his chest. "You're going to," he manages. "God, Max, you're going to."

"Good," Max says, sounding satisfied, sounding breathless, and then he's spitting on Daniel's hole again and it's so fucking gross and so fucking perfect that Daniel just forgets everything but the points of connection; fingertips circling his wrist, a thumb to his pulse point, Max's nose and his lips and his fucking tongue. His other hand splayed across the top of his thigh, his thumb to Daniel's ass. The dressing table is leaving lines across the tops of his thighs. Daniel hopes they bruise, hopes he can go back home and press his hands to the marks and know that they are there because he went looking for knives and he found Max.

He found Max. God, he's going to come. He's going to fucking come, and it's going to be with his dick untouched because Max is still holding his wrist. Max's mouth circles his hole again, lips pressed to his skin. Max blows. Max's tongue tickles him, laps at his rim, slips inside again.

Daniel shudders, shivers, trembles. He tips over into orgasm almost without permission, pulsing come over Max's new Red Bull shirt, his dusty watch, a discarded bottle of Right Guard. A single condom, still in its wrapper. He presses his forehead to the mirror and watches come seep into Max's shirt.

Max licks him through it, until Daniel's pretty much pushing him away, over-sensitive and out of it. He drops to his elbows on the dressing table, hands to his face. He breathes. Behind him, Max gets to his feet. His hand goes to Daniel's hip. To the small of his back. Down over his ass, spreading his cheeks again. He's jerking off. Daniel knows without looking, he knows those sounds.

He shifts so he can watch in the mirror. He meets Max's gaze. He's flushed, his face a mess, his hair everywhere. Pre come drips onto Daniel's ass. His hand blurs.

"Come on me," Daniel tells him. "Please, Max. Please."

[princessniquane]

Not Okay

San/Reader

Tags: ANGST, breakup, brief Christian Yu x reader

You don’t remember what or how the both of you got here. Faces tear stained, voice hoarse and you ready to leave and call your two year relationship quits.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t do this. Staying with him only meant heartbreak for you and you deserved better. He told you not to worry about her, she was nothing to him. She was only his assistant, nothing else.

He must have taken you as a fool. You must have taken yourself as a fool to believe him, to trust him. Now look at you. Alone, betrayed, and embarrassed because of one person, the ONLY person who should have never made you feel this way.

The person you were wanting to marry and start a family with. This person who you left your whole life to start anew with him because you believed in him. Choi fucking Sa- you can even bring yourself to say his name. Not again. Not anymore. You’re done.

You were tired of hearing his excuses. You grabbed a bag and packed some things into it, not really paying attention to what. You just needed to leave. San pleaded and begged for you not leave, to not leave him, but you heard none of it and walked out the door.

Months passed and you moved on with your life. Even though you saw the headlines of your breakup with him on the news and blogs alike, you stayed focused on your work. You don’t know what became of the assistant or him for that matter, that was all in the past now.

You have your own apartment and you’re up for a promotion. Things were looking up for you and you couldn’t feel any better! Except….no! No you will not go there! He’s obviously moved on and so should you.

Your best friend Christian organized a dinner for you even though you didn’t get the promotion, he couldn’t be more prouder of your hard work. Why couldn’t you just fall for your best friend instead of…HIM. Shaking your head to get him off your mind and enjoy this dinner.

A year later…..

“Don’t be so nervous, you got this!” Christian encourages you. There was a higher position available just calling your name, you were really the only one qualified to actually get the position but that didn’t stop you from overthinking it.

“I know I know but like….what if they already found somebody to take that spot! What if I’m just getting myself hyped up for nothing!”

“Hey hey breathe, listen to me. Everything is going to work out and be fine. You will get this position and nail the merger and buy me dinner once the deal goes through,” Christian smiles.

“Great prep talk, you just want a free dinner,” you roll your eyes but can’t help but smile back at him. “Thank you for being here, this really means a lot to me.”

The party goes on without a hitch, both companies are mingling and networking and having fun. You’re even dancing and finally forgetting about the announcement. Once you stop and take a breath from Christian and his wild antics to get you to dance with every guy he deems worthy, you go to the restroom.

After relieving yourself and washing you hands you stare at yourself in the mirror. You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Times like this you wish San was here. He would do this thing where he would put you in front of the mirror and get you to say three good things about yourself.

Fuck you missed him. Even though you’ve been doing nothing but working to keep your mind from thinking about it, about him. What he’s doing. Who he’s with. He just won’t, he never left your mind, your heart.

Fuck it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You open them back up and look yourself in the eyes in the mirror.

“I am beautiful.

I am intelligent.

I..I...I deserve to be loved.”

Another deep breath.

You leave the restroom only to be stopped by your name being called. It wasn’t Christian nor one of your coworkers, but him. You don’t turn around to face him, you can’t.

“Can you turn around?” He asks. You don’t move, you’re frozen in place. You’re not ready to confront him yet. “Please just look at me Baby…” he pleads. You bite your lower lip to stop the tears you can feel trying to drop. You can feel him behind you but he doesn’t touch you, if he does, you’ll break down in front of him.

He walks around to face you and you can’t help but look up at him. You’re drawn to him, you always have been. He still looks handsome, but he’s also looks sad, broken even. Why would he be broken? He was the one that cheated! Why should he feel broken when he betrayed me!

You start to get angry at him again the more pitiful he looked. You start walking around him to get away from him before you do something you won’t regret, promotion be damned. He quickly grabs your arms to stop you.

“Wait! Wait please, I just want to talk.”

“I have NOTHING to say to you.”

“Baby please just listen ok?”

“Why so you can tell me more excuses?!”

“I’m sorry ok! I’m sorry…..I know I’ve said it hundreds of times and I’ll say it more, if you just-“

“No San! I’m done.”

San falls to his knees, sobbing your name and how sorry he is. You walk away from him and back to the party planting a smile on your face. You don’t see San again after that, not that you were looking for him anyways. Everyone cheers when you are announced for the position, you put an even bigger smile on your face but you’re not as happy as you could be.

It was a couple days later on a rainy day when there was a knock on your door. You wondered who it could be. Opening the door you gasped at the sight. San was standing there in his work suit drenched from head to toe.

You couldn’t believe he was here. Why would he be here? Your eyes meet when he looks up and your heart drops. You open the door wider letting him in and grabbing a towel. You go in a closet and grab some clothes for him.

When you left him you didn’t realize you packed some of his stuff as well. You point him in the direction of the bathroom and start to make some tea for the both of you. While he’s in the shower you’re panicking, walking back and forth in your kitchen.

“Fuck fuck fuck…..”

You don’t realize how long you’ve been at it until you hear someone clear their throat. Stopping, you look at San whose all dry now but his expression still hasn’t changed from the sad kicked puppy look. Just then, the kettle whistles, you grab it off the stove and make the tea. You can feel him behind you again.

He grabs his cup and goes to the window where it’s still storming outside. You don’t know what to say but he’s here and you don’t know what to do with yourself. He turns to you. “I know I’m asking a lot but, can I stay the night? Or at least until the storm settles?”

You know you shouldn’t give in but you do. “Only til the storm settles.” You take your tea back to your corner where you were reading and doesn’t say anything, just watches you. You don’t have to look to know that.

“Beautiful…”

“What?” You say. You almost didn’t hear what he says but you’re so aware that he’s so close to you.

“Nothing,” he smiles to himself.

You glare at him on the opposite side of the living room. I will not let him get to me.

A/n: this was actually suppose to be pure smut but angst said nuh uh!

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[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy<3

Sorry in advance but:

In answer to who's going to distract you from studying, the options are:

A. Sherlock Holmes because he is so clever. One glance at your quiz and he'd give the answers in an instant （also because he's bored as hell and nothing is interesting for a week）, while you are trying your best to finish these questions on your own.

"Sherlock! Shut up! I'm trying to study here." You yell at him.

And he'd give you this look: ↓

B. Captain Sy because he's being such a good boyfriend. Bringing you biscuits, sliced fruits, protein bars and coffee so that you can always feed yourself with the snacks.

"You really have to stop, honey, or I'd gain two pounds before lunch." You pout at him, when he scratches the back of his head and chuckles in embarrassment.

Him saying he'd be out of your hair in a sec: ↓

C. Napoleon Solo. He offered to steal the answers for the finals when you sigh for the hundredth time in the morning. "I'll have Gabi to stake out-" He is ready to dial the numbers.

"Why don't you kidnap my professor and torture him to hand us an easier paper-" You roll your eyes.

"That sounds fantastic, sweets."

He nods. He fucking nods and grins at your sarcasm.

"That's not- Please don't- I need some peace and quiet to study, please?" You sigh for the hundred and first time, placing your hands under your chin, blinking your eyes as adorable as possible.

D. Clark Kent. Equally buried in books as he needs to pass his finals for the course Media and Communiation. He lies on your thighs, holding his book right above his face before -

A dull thud and the book lands on his face, snapping him completely awake. Also making you nearly jumping on your feet.

"... Ouch." He scratches his nose, removing his glasses, "Which chapter are you at - *yawns* now?"

Bonus: August Walker, who ordered a random IT guy (Benji: I deserved a Thank You at least!) to alter your marks in the system, making sure you'd get straight A's no matter what.

And he took you to a concert/opera/club/... before the test to help you loosen up. (It didn't help at all.

(take your pick :3

OH. MY. GOD.

Okay…you…you are a menace, Jam😶 A MENACE I SAY!

Alright this needs a bit of thinking…

I study Journalism so Clark would actually be of great help to study together…+ naps together during breaktime are so so so so so welcome 😭🫶🏻

BUT

Sy…my beloved…big grumpy men being all soft and caring makes me SHHWJZHDJAHSHZ🫠🫠🫠

I can just imagine him in the kitchen fumbling around with fruits and trying to plate everything up nicely without making too much noise. I feel like he is also such a great cook tho?? He would definitely be on cooking duty during my entire exam period. Grilling steaks the size of your head because he claims “its good for your brain” and “you need to be strong and energised”

BUT THEN ALSO….

Sherlock…

He would definitely make everything way easier for me. He would get all my summaries finished in about a quarter of the time it would have taken me and he would be amazing in teaching me ways to remember stuff more easily.

And with all that extra free time he just created…well…he claims he deserves a reward for being such a great tutor as he presses kisses on your neck and slowly drags you to the bedchambers…..

JDHBAHWKZK😩🫠🥴

AM I ALLOWED TO HAVE A TOP 3??? PLEASE?!?!?!

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SUNNA 11 (doctor strange/reader) (loki/reader)

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warnings: the after effects of mind violation; canon-typical violence.

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Through the flames I spot a crack, leading to a cream-colored hallway. Another memory.

An escape.

A crack in the fabric of my mind.

In the distance the monster howls grow steadily closer. 

I sent a searching glance out into the forest but Loki is nowhere to be seen. We'd gotten separated somewhere in the flames and smoke. I wasn't suppose to leave him, but this is an out.

What had been a crack the size of a large tree rapidly stitched up, if I waited too long I would lose the opportunity.

The howls grow closer - the creature is after me.

I throw myself through the crack, misjudging the drop onto the carpeted hall and grazing my knee. The crackle of burning wood is shut completely out as the gateway to the forest vanished, leaving this new alien environment eerily quiet. I suddenly know exactly why I am not supposed to leave Loki. What do I do now?

Shit. I have actually fucked myself.

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What Would Wong Do? Gotta get my bearings. It's office building but not, very corporate feeling, clean and efficient, everything made from synthetic materials and white or off-white or beige or gray. The open doors show big rooms, and stacks of chairs that could accommodate a decent group of people if needed, but the building is seemingly empty.

Somewhere a phone is ringing.

Some of Loki's words begin to sink in. It's not that he's suggesting that Stephen is behind all of this - even if I'm realizing I don't actually know Stephen that well, I trust him, implicitly. I don't know why, I can't put a feeling into words, but I do. Even if I have just embarrassed myself, I still trust him. Maybe that's why I like him. Am I crazy for liking him? I'm definitely crazy for kissing him.

The hallway led to some kind of foyer area which was a lot nicer in appearance than the beige hallway. New looking couches as well as ornate flowers arranged in vases and paintings decorated the room, though I recognized nothing.

Maybe I'm not crazy. I'm not the only one who thought Stephen and I had a connection, even if the only other person is Loki. I literally just watched our meet-cute. Stephen is very attractive, super smart. Witty. And I swear I can feel his hands linger on me every time he touches me, even if he makes a point of touching me very sparingly. He makes my heart race. I make him snort with laughter like at least once a week. God, this the world's stupidest crush. I have to get over it, because he made it perfectly clear- I barely see him as it is. He turns up for five minutes after avoiding me for a month, or it definitely feels like he's ignoring me and then we get- I get too close and he avoids me again. I don't have any other friends as it is, the last thing I need is to chase one away.

My mind quivers at the thought of him, tightening like a heart pulsing. I can do it, I can get over him.

A low rumbling vibrated the walls. No matter where in the building I went the ringing of that stupid phone never seemed any closer or further away.

WWWD? Keep moving, I think.

The ringing gets louder and louder. I push on the crash door to get outside, only to find myself next to a waterfall in a lush looking rainforest and face-to-face with Kuema. The ringing ceases as the door shuts behind me.

“You,” I reared back a little, “who are you to me?”

“You know, I really don’t remember,” she smiles brightly.

“What?” A bird called loudly from where it was perched on some vines, distracting me, but when I looked back Kuema was gone. “What do you mean?” I call to the forest, the humid air hard to breathe and I gasp, my throat closing up. It's only a few seconds but time doesn’t seem so fixed now that I'm away from Loki. I’d assumed that he was using his magic to keep the area around us stable enough for us to explore, and now I am confident that my assumption was correct.

I continue to choke on nothing. I claw at my throat, desperate to stop the burn in my lungs, but by the time my nails began to sink into my flesh, something slid into place inside me and I gulp the fresh air down.

While I was distracted a golden throne room had grown around me. Kuema stood next to it, wearing long delicate white robes and a tight smile, her hair braided into a white crown that wraps around the top of her head.

“I didn’t make you up,” I realize. She didn’t fit here. I could just feel it. She originated elsewhere.

“No, you didn’t,” she replied, suddenly serious.

“You’re not a memory. This- you’re not a memory.”

“No.”

“What are you?”

“A safety feature.”

Again, my mind pulses. The setting sun shines through the columns, bouncing off the smooth edges of the ornate stone. I clutch my head as it begin to grow heavy and ache. Sleep would be so, so easy.

Kuema vanishes in a blink of an eye, the room melting like it had suddenly turned to liquid, reforming to place me in the center of Stephen’s office.

“Your relationship with Stephen is unusual, don’t you think? That you’re so enamored with him, even if you won’t admit it to yourself. Another word for the Loki list - insightful. I know that you think Loki has some valuable points, though even torture likely wouldn't get a confession out of you.” Kuema smirks, her tone playful, like she was dancing around a lesson, but wanted me to come to the conclusion on my own. She reminds me too much of Loki.

“It’s Loki, even a broken clock and all that,” I say, wiping spit from my mouth, “I’m not worried about him, I’m looking for my memories. Where are they?”

In the hall, that godforsaken phone began to ring and Kuema’s head whipped towards it, a slight frown tugging at her mouth. “I don’t know.”

“Did the real you plant you in my head?”

“I don’t know. I assume so.”

“You’re the only thing in my head that isn’t a memory? The beast?”

The Kuema copy shook her head.

“What does it want with me?”

“It doesn’t want anything from you .”

My blood chilled. Loki. It was after Loki. And I’d left him.

As soon as I decide I need to get back to Loki, the scene comes undone like a loose thread on a gray wool sweater, the carpet beneath my feet frayed, causing me to trip as I try to steady myself. The roof lifted off and the walls began to dissolve as though touched with something very acidic. Another stumble takes me to my knees. Something else inside my head clicks into place and purple light glimmers my fingertips. My magic. I can feel its energy thrumming. My magic returned. Somewhere, wherever he was in my head, Loki was fixing my brain and I’d left him alone while the beast hunted him.

A quick glance below me revealed other memories, filling thousands of feet below me. The fall would kill me.

“What does the beast want with him?”

Another pulse causes a spike in my reclaimed power that I can’t tamp down quick enough. I plummet, memories whizzing pass me as I fall. My hair whips in my ears. The memories, around me, always moving, shifting, showing things I cannot remotely declare as truth. One such memory moves below me, as if to catch me, but I fall through it as if it would nothing but a cloud. Chunks of land and parts of scenes flew past me, faster than I can grab with my magic. Desperately, I try to cling onto a statue from work, but the impact on my reaching arms and bloody hands causes instant agony. The world around me responds in kind, turning red and inflamed. The collision with the statue had set me spinning and I smash through the floor of my bedroom at the Sanctum, splintering the wood, and opening up an exit wound in that scene. Again the world responds, squeezing in on me like a heart valve with no blood, pulsing to an inaudible beat, and my magic responses in kind, tightening then releasing. It's excruciating. My magic is back, but I'm so out of practice using it.

New York quickly comes into focus, but I can barely process the nearing pavement, too busy pondering the result of landing on concrete at speed when something invisible wraps around my middle, slowing my descent, my feet finally make purchase with the sidewalk, but they don’t have the energy to keep me up and I fall straight on my hands and knees, nauseous and grateful for solid ground.

Loki made no move to help me. "I have been looking everywhere for you!" His coat was gone and the edges of his trousers singed, but he doesn’t look too worse for wear. "If I hadn't looked up, you would be a splatter on the pavement right now."

"Because you care so much about my wellbeing, right?" I cough, breathing heavy. My heart pounds. I clutch my chest as though it would stop it from tearing out of me. Everything is getting so vibrant. My brain hurts.

“You abandoned me, even though I am the only thing standing between you and madness." 

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same if the positions were reversed.”

“That’s the thing, Sunna, you don’t know a thing about me. Your entire perception of who I am is based on assumptions, I understand it, it is the same of every soul I encounter, but when it comes down to it, like everyone who exists, you choose to save your own skin first. You’re not better than me. You’re the same as your perception of me, and your moral superiority complex grows tiring, child.”

“Your reputation knocked before you did. Boo-hoo. You tried to take over New York!” I managed to push myself up, leaning back on my ankles and swaying dangerously.

“But I didn’t.” Indignant.

I face plant on the ground, my body limp.

I have no idea if I have dreamed this dream before.

“It’s not you, you know,” Stephen mutters. “I don’t fall for people. It’s always a mess when I do.”

"Listen to him," Kuema's voice splinters around us.

When I wake, I am confronted with the distorted image of Loki leaning over me. “Thank Ymir. You’re awake.”

But before I can answer there is a thunderous crack and he's knocked out cold, crumpling next to me.

I scream.

“It’s okay,” said Another Loki looms over me, a plank of wood in his hands. “He wasn’t real- that wasn't real, no, no, no, no, stay with me.”

Again, I pass out.

It's like watching bacteria multiply, one Stephen becomes many, each a memory or a thought, but all about him. I can feel on my body the imprint of every time he’d touched me, a shoulder brush as we passed each other in the hallway, heat blossoming across my skin from the remnants of sparring bruises, the impression of his lips over mine when I'd kissed him, the feeling of his hand tangling in my hair after he’d found me wandering New York, concussed and frightened.

Intoxicating to me.

When Stephen and I first met, it was like basking in the warmth of the sun for the first time after a life of shadow. His laugh, his humor. Even in the beginning he'd been able to make me laugh, loudly and without care. I care about him. I do. He makes me feel safe! He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel safe.He makes me feel safe.He makes me feel safe.He makes me feel safe.He makes me feel safe.Hemakesmefeelsafe.Hemakesmefeelsafe.Hemakesmefeelsafe.hemakesmefeelsafe.hemakesmefeelsafehemakesmefeelsafemakesmefeelsafefeelsafesafesafesafe.

I'm in some parking building when I wake up. All grey concrete and dotted with a handful of cars. Loki is next to me, sitting on the dirty ground, head resting back against the wall.

His eyes opened narrowly to observe me, before squeezing shut again in annoyance.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I've had worse beatings," Loki said with an air of nonchalance. Still he winced, his hand raising to the opposite shoulder. Red stains his shirt. Claw marks.

“What happened?”

“You passed out, and I’ve had to lug you around until you woke up, so not only are we even, but now you owe me,” he sounds exhausted, but clearly not too exhausted to be frustrated at me.

“I… thank you,”

He says nothing.

“Why are you helping me?”

Loki doesn’t have time to react before the flash flood hits us. His body slides against the wall, smashing into mine, winding me, and pushing me under the surface, the current sweeping me down to the next level of the parking building. Is it possible to drown in your own mind? The tumultuous waters kept flipping me, and I can't tell which way is up. My brain forces me to breathe in, choking on water, flailing in the pull of the undercurrent when arms wrap around me, hoisting me so my head comes out of the water. My back is against Loki’s chest, and I cough and splutter. His own breathing heavy, laborious in my ear is swept from him entirely when the wave crashes, and I sandwich him against the wall. We descended another level.

A small white car barrels in my direction, about to crush me when Loki pulls me out of the water. He had managed to heave himself onto a nearby staircase, one hand hauls me up and the other gripping onto the railing.

Once I am out of the water, Loki drops me, more out of exertion, so that I stumble onto the stairs.

The beast is swept past, trying to fight through the rushing rapids.

Loki hasn’t noticed, still focused on me, as the featureless monster defied the thundering water to make its way over to us. The prince is in the middle of saying ‘what are you doing?’ when I yank him away from the beast’s outstretching claws, even though he falls against me on the hard edges of the steps. If this was real-life my ribs would have broken against the concrete, but even in this form the pain overwhelms me, and I whimper, trying to fight through the feeling.

The parking building vanishes and we are laying in long grass in the middle of a meadow, still soaking wet, Loki straddling my waist.

“Get off-” I try to push him off, but his hand covers my mouth (covers half my goddamn face), silencing me, though it is just as likely his expression would have silenced me on its own.

Loki has gone preternaturally still, his gaze searching as he listens for something I can’t hear, his supporting hand pressed palm first into the soil above my shoulder.

The grass rustles.

Nearby, the monster stalks.

It could not see us over the long grass, though without eyes, I’m not sure how its been able to see us in the first place. It croons, a long, sad mournful sound, broken with gasps for breath.

My body shakes against my will, trying to contain the fear when the creature takes a step in our direction. Loki does not release his hand from my mouth, though I wasn't inclined to speak again. His hair has come out of its braid, dripping water onto my nose.

Another step towards us. Again, that anguished call vibrated over our heads. Was it crying? It sounded like it. 

Neither of us had the energy to run again. I wonder how Loki had managed to keep me alive while I had passed out, but the beast takes another step and Loki lays flat on top of me, keeping me pressed into the earth. I hold him tight. Even wet from the flood his body is particularly cold, though he does not shiver.

If I die, I am going to miss Stephen so, so much.

The strong pungent smell of earth fills my noise. I could hear Loki whispering faintly in some language I can’t understand. The beast is close now. I want to tell him to run. It’s not after me, I scream in my head, but there was no falter in his whispers to suggest he’d heard.

The beast bore down on us and I couldn’t help but jolt in fear when the warm earth beneath us began to drag us into its embrace, plants and bugs and soil and Loki’s arms wrap around me tightly, holding me against him as we sunk out of sight.

I have no control over anything in my whole life. The Spellcaster uses me for an unimaginable end. I have lost my memories.  I feel like some fantasy that mistakenly gained sentience. I don't know who I am.

A phone rings. My cell.

It’s in my pocket.

Slide to answer.

When we rise out of the earth we were no longer in the meadow. We weren’t even outside. The walls of my old apartment were closed around us. It seems normal on the surface. The layout was as I remembered, familiar even. The kitchen is stocked with food, dirty plates in the sink. An open door to my bedroom reveals an unmade bed. There is art on the walls and a busted TV that only plays a few free channels and had a bad habit of giving anyone who touched it a static shock.

Somewhere in the room, a phone rings.

The apartment shudders and becomes double exposed, showing memories over the top of other memories.

Every memory that I’d had in this apartment.

Kicking off my shoes at the front door and slumping on the sofa to watch TV after work. Cooking a midnight snack.

He props himself up on one elbow, and I am vaguely aware that I have my own body, and he his, and I falling back against the floor as he raises himself up.

A flick of Loki's hand and a wash of green is all it takes to reveal the magical signatures in the room, mine, all mine. Purples and violets and blues laying overtop of everything like a fresh bruise.

Hundreds of ghosts of me go through the motions of living, each memory laid one on top of another, reenacting every single moment I had in this apartment.

“Diplopia, I know that it might not seem like a good sign, but it is.” Loki slid off of me, he offers me a hand up, which I accept. He's relieved. “An anchor point in your mind, usually your childhood home. Interesting that you only have adult memories in this place,” he swept his hand through the air in a wide arch, gesturing to my compatriots.

Every thought seemed to mix together, slurring words and images into a brown smudge. Loki looks badly drained.

“No, no, don't-” Loki is at my side, holding me up, strong fingers gripping my upper arms. I hadn’t realized I was swaying. “Oh dear.”

The window shows the street outside, and the beast whines like an ignored dog, wandering back and forth, looking up and pawing at the brick occasionally.

Inside the memories kept flowing.

Only of them seems solid. It's me, sitting in the heap against the wall, staring into space.

Motion sick. Not well, not well. I have the urge to vomit.

"Stop," Loki's voice is rough in my ear, like I am a child who needs chastisement. "Don't go to sleep, that's what it wants. The key to getting your memories back is in this room."

It seemed that he'd sensed that my eyelids beginning to droop before I had.

The memories around us are making me dizzy.

Something calls to me in a sleepy whisper in my ear, "lay down and rest." The voice feels like family.

Someone snaps their fingers in my face. I open my eyes expecting to see Loki, but it's Kuema's hand, her other arm wrapped around me, supporting me as Loki had.

Next to us, the window opens, sliding up.

The beast stretches its bulk in order to fit through the window, flopping into a puddle on the hardwood, where it sits contained and unmoving.

Kuema, slightly taller than me, braced herself so that I wouldn’t trip when I stumble backwards away from the beast.

The creature is bigger than a horse with grey mottled skin that reminds me of the worst kind of spiders. Featureless flesh stretching over the sockets where its eyes could have been, its thin, lipless mouth held no expression, and strangely enough, no teeth. Its bones must be able to maneuver into unnatural positions.

Where is-? My own thought it cut off when I see him.

Loki is collapsed on the floor, seemingly asleep. The beast made no move to harm him.

“She's after Loki,” Kuema mutters in my ear sharply, “not you, okay? It recognizes him as a foreign body in your mind. No one intended for him to be here.”

I nod, but my head hurt from the movement.

“This can all be over in a moment, but you have to listen to me,” Kuema’s tone was almost… motherly. Commanding and gentle at the same time, like I would be smart to do as she said. “This creature here, she wants to take Loki’s memories. And you’re going to let her, okay?”

“Wait- what?” I slur through the words, shaking the fog off my brain.

“There isn’t time-”

“No,” I push her away, a moment of clarity emboldening me, enough. Without her I wobble. “Why would it want that? His memories? What is it?”

I try to throw off the sluggishness overtaking me, but it weighs me down, and again Kuema is holding me up, only this time I accept the assistance.

"You're asking too many questions," Kuema snaps.

"If you don't give me some context, there is no way I am acting on your recommendations."

"You have to trust me."

"Why would I trust you?"

"Please! I don't know why I'm here, but I know I have a job to do." Her golden eyes narrow. "This apartment, this room, is the last thing holding your memories from splintering away. It is the anchor point in your mind, your memories are here, but the person who cast that spell on you booby-trapped it. As soon as Loki entered your mind, this point birthed that creature to hunt him down.”

"To protect me?"

Kuema doesn't answer me. "My duty is to protect you."

The beast cocks its head to the side, quizzically. When the monster leans back on its heels, it looks humanoid. It's not angry anymore. Neither am I. Anger was for elsewhere, maybe outside this anchor point, maybe for outside of being in my own head. This creature is just lost in here like I am. When faced square on, it looks horribly misshapen, marked and wrinkled and yet bland, the kind of thing the audience imprints their own fears upon.

“It’s your deepest sense of self, it's the offspring of a great trauma,” Kuema said from behind me, sadly. “It knows the pain that Loki caused you, it knows what he has taken from you. It wants revenge. It wants him to feel the vulnerability- the violation."

The beast just looked mournfully at the sleeping prince.

I get the impression that she is trying to whip me up into an angry frenzy, but I just can't. Anger does not exist here.

The heap in the corner, the only other solid me in this room full of memories looks at me.

The double exposed memories stop and stare. I could not meet the hatred in their eyes, so I stare at the beast, and the beast, without eyes, stares back at me.

They all ignored Loki.

“And I-I could get my memories back?”

The room breathes in unison, it's subtle but I can feel it, I breathe with them.

“Yes,” Kuema takes my hand, rubbing her thumb along the back of it comfortingly, “and all you have to trade is his memories. You could get even with him.”

For a long moment, I am tempted.

A really long moment.

But I can't do to Loki on purpose, what he had done to me inadvertently. “What if I don’t want him to lose his memories? I wouldn’t wish this fate on my worst enemy.”

“It’s yours or his. You cannot have both.”

“Why not?” I snapped, turning on her, “why do you get to make all the decisions Kuema? I’m getting out of here and I’m taking both of our memories with me!”

“That is not possible. Right now, I am the only thing keeping you alive. Loki’s been wandering around your mind, he’s gotten you your powers back. When you wake up you will find the physical symptoms of his invasion totally healed. Out there-” she pointed up, “Stephen and Wong have made sure that your body survives the physical toll of this treatment,” she called me by my name, but it sounds foreign on her tongue, “but right now? The only person intervening in the natural order is me. If it weren’t for me, the beast would’ve taken its price by now, and this anchor point would have remained as it was created- to erase your memories permanently. I am the only reason you get a choice. So choose, and quickly. If a decision isn’t made soon, I don’t know what will become of any of you.”

The beast observes me coolly, no hint of expression.

“You’re thinking of saving him. Of giving up everything you are. Would he do the same for you?”

I glanced at the solid me, glaring from where it rested.

Somewhere in the distance, a phone rings.

"Lay down and rest," that sleepy voice whispered again, only it's the room that is speaking to me. Each memory, each version of me whispers it over and over again.

I looked at Kuema, and she holds my gaze, a hand sliding to each of my cheeks, as she looked at me in sympathy, "I know, this is hard for you, but you have to put yourself first."

"Can he hear us?" I whisper.

“Loki knows everything that is going on, the room has subdued him to prevent further damage to your mind, but he is powerful. He watches from his slumber,” Kuema guides me to make my decision.

"And he won't remember any of this?"

“He is at your mercy this time.”

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Wallace headcanons?

OOC: ooo, Headcanon time

Keep in mind these are just My Own headcanons, if you feel differently then you can share yours too! Just don’t come after me for nothing.

My Wallace Wells Headcanons

He had a really heavy emo phase in Highschool. He doesn’t talk about it because 1) It’s embarrassing but 2) it wasn’t a good time for him

He’s not Actually Canadian. He moved away from his own family and changed his name. He’s really American. He went through the last name Weldon before settling with Wells

He went to highschool with Ramona, Todd and Lucas Lee, but hardly remembers Any Of Them. He tried to block out everything from his past after he moved. They didn’t recognize him because he changed so much.

He comes from a big family, but would rather not talk about Any Of Them.

Wallace has very bad nightmares, mainly Zombie related ones. But he usually brushes it off and listens to Scott’s dreams instead ( @mybrainissquishy for this one)

His favorite fruit are Oranges, he’ll tell you it tastes better in alcohol but really, he used to eat Oranges with his old highschool friends, when they didn’t want to head back home

He belongs to his own band that he hasn’t told Scott about:

Wallace and the Wallaces

The main Wallace, Wallace Wells, is their lead singers

It consists of guitarist “Straight Wallace” (who me and my boyfriend named Danny James on a whim)

“Girl Wallace” or Wallyssa Wendor, (boyfriend came up with the first name) is their drummer. She wears a black wig to hid her pink hair. She’s also a Lesbian

Todd Ingram on Bass, who they’ve sort’ve dubbed “Vegan Wallace”. He was out of a band after he and Envy split, and wanted to join Wallace’s. They needed a Bassist so he said fuck it. He also wears a wig

Because I am a sucker for one sided Scollace, most of Wallace’s songs were based on his own feelings for Scott, that’s why he didn’t want Scott to know about it.

Wallace originally sparked with Scott, sometime in College after a party. Since Scott didn’t remember any sparks, or anything they did that night, Wallace gave up on Sparks. Thinking they were overrated anyways

He needs Glasses. Like Bad. For his Highschool years, he got into a few fights because people thought he was glaring at them. He was actually squinting.

He later wears contacts when he gets into college, and then just wears glasses in his thirties

And so far, those are all my headcanons.

If I come up with any more, I’ll update this 👍

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Not everything is Demeter’s fault or even tied to Demeter, quit using her as a scapegoat for everything just because you don’t like her and can’t accept the fact that your faves are fucking up everything for themselves because they’re way too underdeveloped emotionally to handle decisions. Has anyone ever thought about that? Both Persephone and Hades need a lot of therapy and neither of them are allowing themselves to get it because they are so far up each other’s asses. You cannot form a healthy relationship when you’re both traumatized and have bad communication skills, you can’t necessarily heal someone else when you’re just as broken as they are and that’s what frustrates me about Persephone and Hades as a whole. We all remember Minthe and Hades right? We all agree that they were horrible for each other and they’re only bringing the worst of one another by being together and we see now that apart they’re doing better (honestly not really Hades but Minthe mainly). So how come when it comes to Persephone and Hades being lumped into one being because of their shared trauma being overlooked? I find it funny how everyone was disapproving of their relationship and how they said it was toxic that they were together yet y’all still ship Persades. They are bringing the absolute worst out of each other, they aren’t in a state of healing, they’re both stressed, trying to rush their relationship, not wanting to get to know each other, and hiding their concern for the other ones sake. When has this ever been healthy? Why would we categorize such a draining situation as healthy. Bottom line is it’s extremely hypocritical to say that Minthe and Hades’ relationship is toxic yet turn a blind eye to Persephone and Hades.

Anyways, am I the only one not enjoying the way Morpheus is drawn? I really don’t like how instead of being androgynous or whatever Rachel was going for she looks like she’s slowly morphing into how the men of LO are drawn and I absolutely hate that so much. I hate that she doesn’t have decent panels or different styles, I hate how her design feels so mean and it’s almost borderline transphobic sometimes. I’m not asking her to be a big booby goddess with no waist by the way (Rachel please that’s not what I mean by this, spare my child) I’m just saying that I don’t like how she’s being drawn more masculine for some reason.. Maybe I am just being nit-picky but it’s just been on my mind and I recently saw the panels which included her and I just felt so angry. Why did her entire face change? Her face used to be more rounder and softer yet in the newer chapters it’s a lot more long and chiseled. Again, maybe I’m just tripping balls but it just feels a little mean and she deserves a better design with actual thought and care put into.

Anyways, I believe that’s all I really wanted to say but again I will restate that I’m so sick and tired of the fans trying to drag Demeter in every single situation. Like please figure out another character to call on, y’all don’t even do this with Zeus and I thought everyone hated Zeus because he rightfully banished Persephone’s ass for years. And actually I wanna say that it’s extremely sexist the way that this shit is going down because how the fuck is Demeter still getting shit yet there’s dozens of men in LO who’ve done way worst. You guys barely even get on Apollo like you do with Demeter and we all know what he is, neither do you do to Kronos and he traumatized your favorite character. I’m gonna need you guys to distribute as much hatred as you feel for the female characters to the male characters because it’s honestly embarrassing and just showing what kind of person you truly are. Especially the whole Leuce situation, again she literally did nothing that entire chapter yet everyone was trying to drag her through the dirt. Focus on your moral compass and do better please, it’s getting tiring.