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the-fluff-piece · 1 year ago

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Sanji - loving his s/o with self esteem issues

this is part of the request for a headcanon from @zephyrian-journ it turned into a whole story, whoops i hope it's okay!

Sanji x fem!reader who has problems with her body, I can only write from my perspective so keep that in mind!

Mention of stress response, insecurity with one's own body, mention of restricting

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Sanji expresses his love through food and service, he is just like that. So when you stop eating his creations and request only the plainest, low caloric options he is starting to feel really anxious. When you refuse to be touched and hide your body from the world he starts to panic. When you become absent minded and cautious, when you retreat and keep to yourself - he has a full breakdown.

He waits until you are alone and approaches you with an uncomfortable expression.

"So, what's wrong?" He asks, avoiding your gaze.

"What do you mean?" You ask back.

"You're kind of distant lately and...did I do something wrong?" The gaze of his blue eyes is locked on his shoes, his graceful fingers are fumbling nervously, he looks like a boy that has done something seriously wrong.

"No, not at all" you try to look into his eyes, but he turns away.

"I understand." He runs away. When you catch his arm and he turns around, tears are already flowing from his face. "I understand, I am not good enough for you anymore, I won't bother you anymore with my presence" the end of his sentence is hardly understandable, since he is sobbing loudly now, sinking to his knees. "You don't love me anymore, I am not good enough" he cries as he dramatically hugs your knees.

"Shh, don't cry babe, I love you more than anything, you know that" you tell him as you soothingly stroke his hair and kiss the tears away. "Why would you think that I don't love you anymore? You're the best thing that ever happened to me" you tell him as he looks up at you with puppy eyes, pressing his cheek against your chest.

"You're not eating my cakes anymore, you don't let me touch you, we're not bathing together anymore...it's like you don't want to be with me anymoooooooooooooore" the last word transitions into a long, whiny sob and he cries like a waterfall again.

"It's got nothing to do with you!" You explain to him. "You're perfect, you know that. It's me."

He blinks tears out of his eyes and looks at you. "THAN WHYYYYYYY" he helplessly gestures with his hands as he's crying out his question.

"...I gained weight. I don't fit into my jeans anymore. I just...I feel like a whale. I don't feel comfortable right now. I didn't want you to notice until I lost it again. Which doesn't seem to be working. And I was never thin to begin with..." your voice breaks as you struggle to express all you are feeling. "I just didn't want to disappoint you." Now you have tears in your eyes, avoiding his puzzled look.

"What?" He gets up and holds your shoulders. "How would you disappoint me?" He tries to catch your gaze but you are avoiding him.

"You like pretty women. I don't even know what you see in me, and now it's gotten worse. I just didn't want you to notice"

It is harder to say than you thought and now you're sobbing. Suddenly you're pressed against his chest, the soft fabric of Sanjis suit is catching your tears.

"I was so stupid and superficial I even manage to hurt you now with it! I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I even could expect from a relationship. I just know that you are unique and perfect and that I feel as safe with you as never before. I like your body because it is yours, and I want to see it grow old together with mine." he lifts your chin up and looks into your eyes. He looks dead serious now, despite his reddened and puffy eyes.

"Please forgive me!" He pleads. "I don't want you to feel unwanted! What can I do?"

"I don't know..." you say.

He nods, tears and snot running down his face.

"I'll find a way!" He promises.

For the next days, he's serious and quiet. Every time you talk, he tells you how much he loves you, but things between you seem tense. He also seems to do a lot more stuff for Nami than usual - carrying stuff for her, bringing her more treats, constantly asking what he could do. All in all, a strange situation. Tension builds and you are even more insecure about him than before, painfully aware that he was into Nami way before you two met.

So when you see them vanish in Nami's room, you cannot help but get a bad feeling. When they don't come out for quite a while, you decide to have a look. Nothing unusual to just knock and see what they're up to.

You knock - no answer. You try the handle, it's open. You enter and see them standing in the room, heads together. It's hard to see exactly what's happening there, but Sanji immediately jumps up, looking guilty.

"Y/n! What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to see this!" He shouts angrily. He has never used this kind of tone with you. After the last days, it's enough. You turn on your heel and try to get away before anyone is seeing you cry.

You're already halfway across the ship when you hear him behind you: "wait, It's not what it looks like!"

He quickly catches up and blocks your way.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this, don't cry" he says, but you're already crying.

"Leave me alone" you tell him.

"No, I'll never leave alone again" he says, his voice suddenly quiet and soft. Through the veil of your tears, you see him go down on one knee.

"I'll never leave you, because I want you to become my wife!" He's shouting, for everyone to hear, as he holds up a golden ring encrusted with diamonds.

"I got this ring from Nami's treasure, I hope you like it. If not I'll get another one!" He looks at you, awaiting your answer.

This was the last thing you expected. The two of you never talked about marriage.

"What?" You ask, overwhelmed by everything.

"I want to share everything with you for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you! I want to become better for you all the time. I want you to become my family, because I love you so much! I told you I will find a way to show you how much you mean to me. This is it. Please marry me!"

For a painful second, you hesitate and his lower lip already begins to tremble. You hold out your hand and let him slip the ring on your finger. He kisses your hand and holds it against his cheek. You can feel a tear running down his face.

"You make me so happy" he cries. "Let's be a family!"

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Soooo....this one took me *checks date* forever, I am so sorry! I will be working through my drafts and requests as I have a bit more time now! Hope you liked it :D

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #chubby reader #fat reader #black leg sanji #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #op sanji fluff #sanji fluff #fluff #one piece #the fluff piece

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arisa-doii · 5 months ago

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Olá, sou novo no perfil e gostaria de fazer um pedido. Você poderia criar um headcanon onde Shirou Ogami descobre que a leitora (que se identifica como mulher e tem uma queda por ele) também gosta dele? No entanto, ela tem medo de confessar seus sentimentos por causa de uma experiência passada em que se confessou a alguém que a tratou mal. Desculpe se isso for muito específico! 😅

translation: Hello, I'm new to the profile and would like to make a request. Could you create a headcanon where Shirou Ogami discovers that the reader (who identifies as female and has a crush on him) likes him too? However, she is afraid to confess her feelings because of a past experience in which she confessed to someone who treated her badly. Sorry if this is too specific!

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I'm going to try and do my best to put every detail in this headcanon! Maybe a bonus scene as well! Mwah x

Gender: female

Angst and fluff!!

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Everyone at this point could tell that you both liked eachother.

You and Shirou

Shirou knows that you like him, he over heard you talking to yourself.

Shirou wanted to see if you would confess to him

He waited and waited, for months.

Yet you never asked him, never asked to be his girlfriend.

You were both hanging out after a mission from the mayor.

It seemed like you built up the courage to ask him.

You seemed nervous, yet you didn't.

In your perspective, memories of a past relationship were dawning upon you.

you lost all your confidence in an instant.

After you two got back to his place.

He sat you down on his sofa

"why didn't you ask me?" Shirou asked. You needed to pretend you didn't know what he was talking about. "What are you talking-" you got cut off. "You were going to ask me out, right? Why didn't you?" As Shirou interrogated you, your grip on the sofa tightened. "Just...a past confession. That went wrong."

Silence, you then explained how he rejected you brutally. Insulting you, putting you dow and shaming you. It haunts you to this day. After you tell him, the silence came back, for a short while. Out of the blue, you felt strong arms wrap around you. "I would never do that to you. Because, I like you too." When you heard those words 'i like you.' you instantly started bawling.

"shh...its okay," he pats your head "I'm here for my girlfriend. Always."

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Hiya anon, I hope you enjoyed! Keep the asks coming because I really enjoyed this. See you soon

#bna: brand new animal #bna anime #bna #shirou ogami x reader #shirou ogami

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starry-night-skyes · 4 months ago

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Oc Incorrect Quotes P1 (MC Edition)

DAISES: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Alina! Neither of them die Alina: … DAISES: … Alina: So do you wanna talk about somethi- DAISES: No thank you.

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Zia: Have you done this before? Alina: Well, Zia, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared. Vinni: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things. Zia: I don't read, Alina.

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Zia: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! Zia: Zia: narrows eyes Something’s wrong here.

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Azaela: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? DAISES: Fake?

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Azaela: I have a 1:30 appointment. Meridian: Which doctor? Azaela: No, I want the regular doctor.

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Alina: We need a plan to beat them. Vinni: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Alina: Vinni: Judge me all you want, I get results.

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Leith: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Alina: sighs Alina: I killed a man.

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Vinni: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Leith: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Azaela: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Leith: With NAPALM.

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Leith: What do we think of Zia? pause DAISES: sighs Nice pal. Meridian: I think they're gay.

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Meridian: There. How do I look? Vinni: Like a cheap French harlot. Meridian: French?!

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Vinni: I wish I had acid. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

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Meridian: Who the fuck- Azaela: Language! Meridian: Whom the fuck- Azaela: No.

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Leith: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Alina: Are you calling me short? Leith: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, Vinni just broke my seashell lamp. DAISES: Neat. I’m gonna die alone. Meridian: Okay, you win.

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Vinni: I have lots of friends! Zia: Name one. Vinni: Well, there’s- Zia: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at. Vinni: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

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Zia: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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DAISES: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Zia’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive!

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Azaela: Meridian! Vinni got that thing on the control panel working! Meridian: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Azaela: Yeah! Meridian: Any idea what it does? Azaela: Not a clue.

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Leith: Shh, here comes Zia! Alina: Quick, DAISES, start talking about boring nerd stuff! DAISES: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Alina: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Zia, on the phone: Oh, hey man! Sorry for accusing you of murder last week.

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DAISES: We have a problem. Alina: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Alina: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Leith: We could attack them with hummus. Alina: I stand corrected. Leith: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Zia: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Vinni: Vinni: …Should I not have?

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Zia: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Vinni: What club? Leith: The hating Vinni club. Vinni: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

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Vinni: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Vinni: I’m this close to falling in love with Leith. Zia: Your fingertips are touching. Vinni: Exactly.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, can you give me the opposite of these words? Meridian: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. DAISES: Never, Going, To, Give, You- DAISES: The fucking satisfaction.

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Vinni: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

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Zia: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Alina: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

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( @minnesotamedic186 )

#OCS: MCs #OC: Meridian Bay #OC: Azaela Fields #OC: Vinni #OC: Leith Tyler #OC: Zia #OC: Alina Traycks #OC: DAISES

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ichoriism · 4 months ago

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“i don’t know what i’d do without you.” could be their main verse, but remember the one where sj got turned into a vampire n it’s just pure misery </3333

noah's eyes widen as he brings seojung's cold body closer. there is blood splattered on the walls and the stench of it is so strong noah knows without a doubt that agony was all that filled the empty factory until the end.

he can't blame seojung. but—but the scenes that have been playing as of late start to place things into perspective. they promised they would end one another if they ceased to be who they were—that no matter what, they would give each other that much dignity. maybe this is noah's punishment for promising the sweetness of a lie.

how could it be any different though when seojung is everything to him?

by no means is noah any better. he has built the present with blood and fire. every step towards happiness meant another crack in his soul. these crimes done in the name of his love burn over his consciousness when sleep avoids him. murder piles up in fists that promised justice once.

and noah would do it all over again if it meant seojung can stay alive one more day—if it meant noah can bring them both at least one step closer to freedom.

❝ shh, it's okay, ❞ he mumbles, arms squeezing seojung's frame. ❝ you know you have me, forever. ❞ the slayer gets up, hands moving to take seojung's and attempt to pull him up.

❝ come on, we have to burn this, ❞ his voice is soft, everything to keep seojung calm. ❝ get up, baby, once we finish this, we can get you a hot bath. you didn't do anything wrong, there's nothing you should worry about, hm? ❞

#● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● sʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴀʜ #fadinglights #{ ' ahhhh they always smell of tragedyyyyy }

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issandriskylark · 2 years ago

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Part two of the Liliana x Embrose fic but from her perspective and obviously embrose (not gonna be as poetic but I'll try) also anything in () is once again the raven man.

Tw: attempted suicide

Pov Liliana

"shut up shut up" Liliana started yelling while holding her hands over her ears. ("Why should I? I'm telling you the truth Lili, he doesn't love you") the raven man replied maliciously. Using her own insecurity against her. Liliana after dealing with him saying this for hours. Almost torturing her with the fact that her life at the current moment could be a lie. She replied with "he does" but each time sounded less and less confident her mind turning on her the more she heard the raven man's words. Finally he said something different. (" Go to the roof and just jump at this point, you already know the harm you've done").

Pov Embrose

walking up to Liliana's office door he heard her talking to someone and she started yelling. Panicked he started knocking on the door thinking she was in danger or something like that noticing it was locked and hearing another but very quiet voice in there with hers. Hearing them tell Liliana to jump. He definitely figured out something was terribly wrong and busted open the door to see Liliana on the small balcony

Pov Liliana

Walking toward the balcony she's thinking to herself ' maybe he'll finally leave me alone. I might finally be able to repay all that I've done'. As she gets on to the balcony about to step over the railing she see's Embrose break through her door and come running out towards her but stops short noticing how close she is too the edge "Liliana there is no me without you" Liliana heard embrose say. Not believing him and the Raven man whispering something along the lines of ("Lili just jump you're a failure") she moved closer to the edge.

Pov Embrose

Noticing she didn't react or seem to listen to what i said. I panic because in this very moment with one wrong move and i could loose her. I yelled " Love listen I'm talking to you" . Seeing her flinch from the yelling broke my heart but she moved away from the edge and looked at me.

Pov Liliana

Hearing yelling i backed away from the edge and looked directly at embrose and for a moment I see concern in his eyes and then I'm pulled into my head again by the raven man. ("Lili just jump you dense woman") he yells and I back away and more towards the edge. "I don't know who to believe at this point " she yelled getting closer to the edge and everything sounding muffled. All she could hear is embrose and the Raven man arguing about no one asking for his opinion

Pov Embrose

"Liliana please" i beg tears forming in my eyes at this point. "We can talk about this please tell me what's wrong". She doesn't reply. I can't loose her again. I step forward and open my arms for her even though I know she won't budge or come closer but to my surprise she does.

Pov Liliana

Hearing Embrose begging and seeing tears finally snapped me out of it. The raven man keeps yelling for me to jump. I manage to block him out long enough. At least to go towards Embrose and he looked suprise that i did. But he also looked relieved. Feeling his arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry" i managed to say before bursting into sobs. He says "shh sh it's ok love I've got you"

Sorry for the late post

And for it moving quickly

#liliana vess #magic the gathering #embrose lu #mtg

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honeygrahambitch · 2 years ago

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hi :) I loved your self-indulgent hannigram fic!! if you’re still taking suggestions, I’d love to see what you do with 13! or if 13 isn’t working for you maybe 2/11/14/25/honestly any of them haha :)

I loved this one and I will certainly look into doing the other numbers too! They would be perfect for them! :D Enjoy

It had never been in Hannibal’s habit to express his pain in front of the others. No matter if it was physical or psychical. He would keep his poker face on and by the end of the day he would pour himself a glass of wine or something stronger if it was the case. He would take meds only if he wouldn’t be able to handle the level of pain, but those were rare cases.

It was such a day when Jack Crawford had asked him to help with a profile. His head was exploding thanks to a migraine which had started earlier in that day. The pain was so bad that he could feel his temples burst and his vision getting foggy. However, he had left his painkillers at home. The migraine was affecting his thinking and feeling vulnerable annoyed him.

Jack kept talking to him and to Will but his words travelled past Hannibal’s ears. He hoped Will was at least paying attention. He had tried too as well but it felt like every effort brought him closer to a black out.

“What do you think, Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal’s thoughts were far away, fighting the pain. So far away that keeping his eyes open was a challenge as well.

“Dr. Lecter?” Jack asked again.

“My apologies, Jack, I must have zoned out.”

It was not in his nature to do that. And that was exactly the reason he was not asking for meds. It wasn’t in his nature to feel pain. To need help. He was sharp and cunning and intelligent. And this migraine was sabotaging his whole personality.

The discussion went on and he agreed with Will’s perspective on the case. Afterwards, Jack let them both leave.

“May I offer you an aspirin? Or an ibuprofen?” Will suggested as they left Jack’s office.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He replied and forced himself to smile.

“I have never seen you so under-weather.”

Of course Will would see right through him. Right through his walls and deep into his soul.

“For once I do not listen to what Jack says and you suddenly think that something is wrong with me, Will?”

“I just have a feeling. You seem just a little bit off.” Will insisted as they got into the parking lot., a bit amused that he was annoying Hannibal.

“Lack of sleep is one’s greatest enemy.”

“And it comes hand in hand with migraines.” Will said shortly and held the door to the passenger’s seat open for Hannibal. “I will drive you home.”

He sighed but didn’t protest anymore and got in. He wouldn’t be able to convince Will. He was reading him too well. And he had to admit to himself that he was not in the best state for driving.

Closing his eyes felt like a blessing. His temples relaxed slightly. He allowed himself to rest for just a bit while Will would drive him home.

Hannibal woke up almost two hours later, his head resting against the door of the car. Will’s jacket was covering him. Outside it was dark and he had not realized he had fallen asleep.

“I am glad you got to sleep for a bit.” Will said as his concerned gaze fell on him.

“You should have woken me up.” Hannibal said as he realized the car was parked in front of his house. “Have you been waiting for me to wake up all this time?”

“Yes. Your sleep was so deep that I figured you were feeling like shit. Here.” He said as he offered Hannibal a painkiller. His migraine was less bad than before but he accepted it.

“It’s certainly not usual for me-” Hannibal started, trying to save his appearance, but Will cut him off.

“Shh, I know. But you seriously need to rest. Postpone any murder you have to commit tonight and get some good sleep.” He said as their eyes met. “For me at least.”

“I suppose I could do that.” Hannibal replied as he caressed Will’s cheek with the back of his hand. "For you."

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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The Musketeers Reaction: Friends and Enemies

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

You sure you don’t need to rest buddy? You’re huffing pretty hard

[Also, they had the horseshoe upside down; no wonder shit goes wrong (Spoiler: shit goes wrong)]

I wouldn’t know which is which 😀

Ah! Your boo! [Ma'am, do you really think I'd adore a person who steals and kills peop- oh.] …. Yes [You know what- Just watch the show, woman]

[Also, btw... "d'Artagnan" is not pronounced the way they pronounce it. It's not "Dart-an-yun." It's "Dart-en-yaw" ish. Rough phonetics because idk but it's roughly that] Well now neither of those look even remotely correct. Gah damn ancient times 🙂 [Edit: someone mentioned that this might be intentional? To show he comes from outside the "posh" part of town? idk if that's the case, but it's an interesting theory]

[Hold up… ad.] Okay! [Bruh these ads are so long] 😂😂😂 [BRUH IT CHANGED TO CSI Hold up] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ CSI said you ain’t cheating on it with the musketeers [lkjsaldakfjadsf]

Wait, Peter Capaldi? [Yup!] Sounds familiar [12th doctor]

[This is Athos] 😱😱 I already said he favors Daryl… right? [Yes. I think. But ‘tis true]

Sir [I love him] No need to be rude to the water [alskdjf It was ice] Oh ☠️

[And this be Porthos] Oh shit! So these are the three musketeers? [No… Those are the two Musketeers and d'Artagnan. The third Musketeer ain't been along yet] Oooooh

[This is Aramis. He’s the third. (And yes… he’s "that stupid")] Well damn ☠️😂

Damn I need a corset… these cheap ass bras can’t compare ‘Tis trueeee

[Also, to be clear… He's having an affair with the mistress ot the Cardinal. One of the most important people in France. The King's main advisor. Just to put that in perspective. That’s why Athos said “Tell me he’s not that stupid”] Oh. Well SHIT 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😂😂😂 [Also, that's Peter Capaldi] Yeah I recognized him immediately

How he not see him?!

Ahh the gang’s all together!

Ahhh, love [“Or lust”] Ye, lol ["Oh look: a man, pretending to acknowledge the difference" - Ten Inch Hero]

[I love Athos] 😂😂😂

“Any lice or crabs?” ☠️

Why am I getting Izzy vibes off the Doctor? [I mean. You should… I’m getting them too alskdjf] 😂😂😂 [It’s the Cardinal tho… Since I'm assuming you don't wanna spell Richelieu every time] Ye! I don’t ☠️☠️☠️ it wouldn’t turn out nice

Oh is that The Milady? [I say nothing]

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [Adele tipping her hand here]

Ack [Technically, she was "undressed" in the first scene… Corset + petticoat = scandalous]

Wellll… Cannnnn you trust her?

Well damn… This show is just crazy

Pause! ADDDDD [Is it an ad for Scream? Because we might have the same on- MATTHEW LILLARDDDDDDDD] NO *sigh* 🙁 [How dare] FOUR FUKCING ADDDDSS [Yup] CRIMINAL MINDSSSS [RUDE] THE NEW ONE [I got Star Trek tho so… I win]

OH I SEE WHATS HAPPENING! le gasp… Imposters

That ribbon around her neck is giving the girl with the green ribbon vibes [I seeeee! *has no clue what that means*] You donttttt knowwww that boook? 😱 [Nope. WATCH THE SHOW]

Buddy. You. Really. Came out. WITH A BLOODY KNIFE. [alskfdj Yup. I never said d'Art was smart. Well, wise, but shh; the rhyme was important]

[Love herrrr]

Ooooop he ded [Buddy's not doing too hot]

[Ma'am fingering her ring like it'll take away her Impure Thoughts about d'art. It will not] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Get ready for this Inigo Montoya-ass shit] 😂😂😂😂

“You killed my father. Prepare to die!”

"We weren't going to kill him" [*simultaneously* "We weren't going to kill him" "Weren't we?" "Next time let us know!"] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[The way Richelieu’s eyes widen on "murder" tho a;lkdsfj]

They were like oh shit they drug us into this [They're kinda idiots tho. What kind of criminal goes around like "oh, yeah, here's my name and rank! Come arrest me!"] EXACTLY

BRUH [Ruh roh]

[Pause! Ad] I got one too lol [I think it depends on time stamp for PlutoTV. We'll probably line up perfectly for the most part. Also… Jeremy Renner!] Oh, I got Renner too! [Mayor of whatever it is?] Yes. [Countttt!] Midpoint? [Oh. Okay! I forgot those existed… DO ITTTTT] 😂😂😂😂

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Jezebel: We could not live in these times… Our bad luck would get the whole family executed with these rules ☠️

Wench: aldskjf That's true! The trials kinda. Suck

Jezebel: Also idk why I didn’t automatically think the guy was an imposter at the beginning lol… I was like oooof! Is this like… are his hands tied and he has to do this? Orrr??

Wench: Nope :) Athos was too busy drinking and getting a hangover and half drowning himself to be robbing and murdering. Not that he would do it anyway, it must be said.

Jezebel: Imma go on and make the prediction that the Doctor Cardinal had hired the imposters

Wench: :))) I say nothingggg!

Jezebel: Really, that’s all I can think of rn! But I’m enjoying it!

Wench: OIIIII! THE CHARACTERS! You must at least address Athos, please, I beg. (But also. I'd appreciate you discussing the main four laksdjf)

Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂 I definitely understand why Athos is your favorite

Wench: My beloved! And you haven't even seen much yet

Jezebel: Lol!! And the other two are hilarious! Especially the flirty one! ☠️☠️

Wench: Aramis?

Jezebel: Ye

Wench: alkdsjflaksdjf So... this is a show based loosely around a book. When we get to endpoint, I'm telling you some Things, but I want to let you get the impression of the show first

Jezebel: And d’Art(I’m not even trying) is clearly young. His common sense is lacking ☠️

Wench: Precisely… Wait 'til I tell you about the book :)

Jezebel: 💀💀💀💀 Also… I feel like this picture pretty much sums up the king ☠️☠️

Wench: asdlkfj Accurate

Jezebel: And I love that Treville stands up for Athos! Instead of just believing he’s guilty

Wench: So, that's a thing... He’s kinda SPN Bobby. And he’s basically father figure to the Three + d’Art (eventually known as Les Inseparables, or The Inseparables) and they are basically his kids. (And I wanna say this is especially true for Athos, but I could be wrong with that bit) So this is basically his son going off to be executed

Jezebel: Ahhh! 🙂 lol

Wench: Also… The music might sound familiar. Not fully, but like in that haunting way where you think you've heard it before but can't place it? That’s because the theme and (I think) some of the score was done by Murray Gold (aka the guy who did Doctor Who's score during the bits you've seen)

Jezebel: Both are BBC right?

Wench: Yes. And you'll notice a lot of overlap. You remember Mr. Blue Sky dude? Elton?

Jezebel: Ack! Yes

Wench: He's a villain in a later season named Rochefort

Jezebel: Ahhh! I see 🙂 Also, I want to do the next episode like noon tomorrow if you can! So I’m not tired 😂😂 cause I’m enjoying this and I want to more consciously enjoy it lol!

Wench: Sounds good!

Jezebel: Ready?

Wench: Yup!

– – –

Ooooop! [Louis, panicking: "I am not panicking"] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[This mf]

Why would his body still be at the inn ☠️☠️☠️ [Why wouldn't it? lakdsjf] B-because it’s an inn [And? Ya stick the dead bodies wherever there's space alkdsjf] “Oh don’t mind the body… Scuffle this morning. It’ll decompose in time. All good. Cheerio!” [Basically!]

[Fun lil character scene! And by fun I mean Trauma (™)] Le gasp

The- He really left ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [alksdjflkdjf he did]

The womannnn! Double crosssser

Oh shit. They just all dead! Tf? [Yup! Like I said: stick the bodies where ya can] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[btw... Musketeers = King's guard. Red Guard = Cardinal's troops. They're warring groups] Ahhhhh! I see

Sir we know you’re in a massive library, so big there’s echo. But you don’t have to scream

Lol ☠️☠️☠️ [:))) I love Porthos and Aramis too! It's not quiteeee to the same degree, but I adore them] Yesss! Flirt gives me Hook vibes. Just like he looks like him. [Similar, yes. There's some subtle difference or something (since I haven't hyperfixated on him) but yes] 😂😂😂

He turned into a dog

Oooop- [Constance, my beloved] He’s been duped [I really wanna know what happened to make her so friendly to Athos, ngl. That was a really scandalous thing she just did]

Surprise is everything…. *two seconds later* Surprise would have been everything

[Also, did I mention that Constance is badass? Because she is] No, you didn’t, but I love it

Get him d’Artinigo! [... Ma’am] That took so fucking long to type cause I couldn’t spell Inigo. ☠️ [OH THAT'S- laksjdflkadsjf I thought it was just a typo] 😂😂😂

Well, shit

Ma’am! You were the one flirtinggggg and ring-twirling

[Heh heh heh. You remember the formula for my faves? Because um. Heh. Heh heh Man be a bittttt uncaring about safety.] *sigh*

Kid’s like yeahhhhh about before. Sorry [He got an Athos Nod(™)] 🙂 [Athos Nod(™)s be important because man doesn't speak and he's gotta show respect somehow alskdjf] That’s fair! ☠️☠️☠️ *sigh*

Ooooooof. Well, damn, ma’am [Yup] DAMN That’s dark af [Yep]

Buddy… That’s your story now too

Ooooop- Bruh, he is just mordorring [Makes you wonder why he needs Milady as an assassin] Oh shit

Did he kill her with ol’ dude’s gun? [I don't think so]

Oh shit [Milady is such an interesting character, goodness] I don’t .. are the priests allowed to say that ☠️ [They're not supposed to, but I guess they can]

– – –

Jezebel: That shit was WILD! 😂😂😂 I really do like it tho!

Wench: GOOD

Jezebel: Poor Adele!

Wench: Yeah... She does get mentioned again, though. It takes a bit, but she does. She doesn't just get forgotten

Jezebel: My brain’s kinda all over the place… But poor Athos too!

Wench: You should go into more detail there :) (Yes, I am going to try to sway you into Athos favoritism! It's fine if you like the others more, but you need to know that this is happening. My beloved!!!)

Jezebel: Loool! Idk I really like Flirt!! 😂😂😂 but yeah I’ll probably fall for Athos before long 😂

Wench: Aramis? THEN THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS LEARN HIS NAME

Jezebel: Flirt, Aramis, same name different font… and spelling, shush

Wench: But nah, tbh, you might well end up liking Aramis better. Most people do, judging by what I've seen in the fandom, but I admit it's not a fully reliable poll

Jezebel: I like his and Porthos’s relationship. Also idk. I say personality but I haven’t seen MUCH of it yet. I just can tell from what I’ve see I’ll like him. If that makes sense 👀☠️

Wench: Yeah, I get it

Jezebel: Also, married gal and d’Art are cute. Even if she is married and he is googly-eyeing priest killer

Wench: Constance is awesome, I agree. And, tbh, Milady is super cool, even if homicidal

Jezebel: Fair! Also… The cardinal can go suck eggs in hell with Izzy. ☠️☠️ And the king. Is a child. Like most kings are

Wench: It gets worse

Jezebel: And… Honestly I can’t think of more so share away about the book

Wench: OKAY SO. First off, I need to explain introductions of each of the characters. They changed this for the show, and, as I said in this post (here), I appreciate the new version but also mourn the loss because. d'Art, instead of trying to avenge his father, is actually going to Paris to become a Musketeer. On the way, he stops at an inn and, while there, a dude disses his horse. Despite the fact that no, actually, he doesn't much like his horse, and has been bemoaning being stuck with it since he started out, he now has to challenge dude to a duel. Then, he loses.

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Fast-forward to when he gets to the Garrison: he arrives just in time to hear Porthos/Aramis giving a report to Treville (which features the fact that Athos has gotten severely wounded in a fight, fun fact). Fast-forward a little more, d'Art is mid-talking to Treville about possibly getting a job there when he sees the dude outside his window and is like... Damn this job interview; I must pursue the man who insulted the horse I insulted myself not two days ago. (d'Art and his horse is a very "no one is mean to them but me" situation)

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Anyway, in the process of trying to track down this dude, he: a) literally runs head-first into Athos (aggravating his, did I mention, Severe wound in the process) and refuses to apologize, thus getting challenged to a noon duel; b) runs past Porthos and discovers something a bit embarrassing, and then proceeds to taunt Porthos about it for no reason, thus getting challenged to a one o’clock duel; and c) after losing the guy he was trying to hard to follow (AND. LITERALLY WHILE HE IS TALKING ABOUT BEING LESS HOT-HEADED. Because he’s realized he just got duel challenges from two Musketeers.) he comes across Aramis, accidentally exposes the fact that he’s having an affair with a married woman (not Adele), and thus gets challenged to a two o’clock duel. And all of this while running down a single stretch of road ☠️

Jezebel: My little clueless buddy… At least show!him is not quite THAT clueless

Wench: OH AND. They're all each other's seconds, so they all show up to Athos' duel and are like. Wait. Wot. Buddy got in a fight with all three of us? And it swiftly becomes apparent that yes, he did. Within the span of fifteen minutes. AND. This is all forgotten because then the Red Guard show up and are like "Oh, hold up, you're dueling? That's against the rules! Let us arrest you" and it turns into a duel.

Jezebel: 😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Anyway... the book follows a different plot from the show, but I'm not sure I can fully enumerate how. The Athos/Milady backstory is pretty accurate, but her fate changes between the two. (And across the other adaptations, which I also might make you watch, just btw.) I think Constance existed in the book but Milady kills her? If I recall correctly. (Very different plotline from the show, I'll tell you that now.) Aramis, btw — as hasn't been developed in-show yet, but is hilarious — is both a womanizer and deeply religiously devout. He literally goes over to a woman's house to teach her Bible study

Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂

Wench: And they study the Bible by studying God's gift of each other's bodies

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: And. I think the final thing that I haven't yet said. The author of this book? (The Three Musketeers?) Is the same dude who wrote The Count of Monte Cristo. He's one of if not my favorite author. I read The Man in the Iron Mask too (which is the sequel to this book), but I hatedddddd it. Not because of the writing, which was impeccable as ever, but because of what he did to the characters 😭

Jezebel: I’ve seen the one with Leo DiCaprio

Wench: Yeah, that's.... That's a story. That's a very happy story. Relatively. If I recall correctly. Only one of them dies. In the book. One of them gets exiled. And the others. All. Fucking. Die. I sat there on the couch reading it and sobbing my eyes out because my dude killed off Athos' son, and then had Athos die of grief-tinged-old-age afterward. The fucking pain.

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ACK

Wench: He had a vision about it before the messenger even arrived btw

Jezebel: Ooooof 🥺🥺

Wench: I cried. So fucking hard. I legit did not recover for too long.

Jezebel: Well damn!! 😦 ack

Wench: Basically, in the book version, Aramis plots to replace the king with his twin, as was done in the film, but instead of it being successful, the king gets let back out of prison and takes over the throne again. Aramis and Porthos go on the run, but Porthos dies in the process and Aramis is then essentially in exile, and d'Art dies in battle at the very end. And Athos, as I said, has the above fate. Still love Dumas, but he betrayed me with that

Jezebel: 💔💔💔💔

Wench: Anyway... comparably, the show is much lighter. Is the good news! And I think that’s all the book ranting I have.

Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂

Wench: Next episode tomorrow?

Jezebel: YES!

#jezebel (pr)#musketeers #the musketeers #bbc musketeers #bbc musketeers reactions #athos #porthos #aramis #d'artagnan #i think i'll probably mostly tag these with just the characters?#idk #we'll play it by ear #s01e01 #friends and enemies #portamis #technically only a little but it plants the seeds #the other reacts in the series are much heavier in it #flort #<jezebel’s name for them

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 1 year ago

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Hold on baby. I’m on my way.

(Aricka x Elvis)

*January 31, 1972*

It was a cold night in Tennessee. Aricka Roberts had been sleeping, dreaming of nothing meaningful when she was pulled from her slumber by the phone ringing. She had half an awake mind to grab her robe and head to the phone, all the way downstairs. “H’lo?” She answers.

Silence. Then, “Darlin’?”

There was only one man who got away with calling her that.

“E?” She whispered. “Elvis it’s- it’s 3:30 in the morning, what’s wrong?” He would only risk waking her up if something was truly wrong.

“… she left me, darlin’. ‘Cilla left me.” The words sank in her stomach like stones. Seven words. Seven life altering, heart breaking words.

“Give me thirty minutes. I’ll be right there. You stay by the phone. I’ll be there soon. Okay?” She was already reaching for her shoes.

“No, darlin- it’s early. Don’t put yourself out-,”

“Elvis Aaron, don’t you think I’m gonna be able to sleep knowing that you’re hurting thirty minutes away from me. I’m coming.”

Pause. “…Promise?”

“Of course. Hold on, baby. I’m on my way.” The pet name slipped out unbidden, but neither noticed or seemed to care as Aricka whispered some final assurances to the man on the other side of the phone and hung up, changing into a comfortable outfit and shoes before racing off to Graceland.

Her and Elvis had grown up together, literally a stones throw from each other, and he often spent hot summer days at her house playing in the creek behind her house. When he got invited to the Louisiana hayride, he’d invited her to tag along with his parents; they had done everything together.

Aricka had even been featured in some of his movies and songs as backup vocals or an extra. He had made sure she wasn’t forgotten by his crew, and she’d been the one to design what became the iconic ‘68 comeback jumpsuit.

Now she was going to make sure that her friend didn’t feel alone during this, probably one of the hardest times in his life.

She pulls into the drive and let herself in the mansion- she still couldn’t believe Elvis had just given her a key to his house. Sure as she had expected, he was still sitting by the phone, looking smaller than she’d ever seen him.

Well.

There was one other time she’d seen him curl up so small. Neither of them liked remembering it that much.

He hasn’t seen her yet. She walks right up to him. Sinks down to her knees. Hands on her lap. “… Elvis.” He finally looks at her, and her heart splits wide open. His face was a mess of tears and snot, cheeks red and puffy, but- but that was her Elvis, underneath it all. “Oh baby..” she breaths. And he falls into her, arms locking around her waist, face pressed into her stomach, with one of her hands in his hair, the other resting on his back. “Hon…” she whispers helplessly. “Shh…” She starts humming under her breath- ironically enough it was one of Elvis’s covers, of a song that always made her feel better when she was sad. Maybe it would help Elvis too.

“Up above my head there is music in the air

Up above my head there is music in the air

Up above my head there is music in the air, oh yeah!

And I really do believe, I really do believe

I really do believe there's a heaven somewhere

There's a heaven somewhere…”

“She left. Walked out. Took Lisa Marie with her.” He whispered. The words hurt Aricka almost as much as they surely hurt Elvis. Lisa Marie was the best thing to happen to Elvis, he loved his little girl. “Says I’m strung out.”

Aricka continues running her fingers through the messy strands of hair, which were sticky with gel, “baby that didn’t mean she should’ve left. You need someone to stay and fight for you, not fight you and leave.” She could see Pricilla’s perspective. But that didn’t mean Aricka couldn’t be angry at her. “She’s entitled to her thoughts and you’re entitled to yours and I’m entitled to mine. But communication is a very real thing. If she’s been feeling this way for a while she should’ve said something.” They go quiet for a while. “Baby; this carpet is very plush and soft, but truly I’d love to get you cleaned up and back in bed for a few hours longer. You’re exhausted, and you need to rest.”

“No- don’t go…” the words must’ve been unbidden because he gripped her waist and pressed his face back into her stomach like he was worried saying something would make her run away.

“I’m not leaving you, baby, we just need to get off the floor.” The reassurance came easily, and she ran her fingers through his hair one more time before kissing his forehead. “Let’s go, c’mon, you gotta help me.” She stands first and pulls him with her, and then he properly wraps his arms around her, and she willingly falls into his embrace. “Hey, you. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

They walked upstairs to the bathroom, and Aricka made him sit on the close seat of the toilet. His hands immediately drifted to her hips, keeping a point of contact there. She found a wet rag and began to wipe his face, carefully running her fingers through his hair with her free hand. “You’re gonna be okay,” she whispered. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. And I’ll be right there. Like I’ve always been.”

Elvis leaned forward, so his face was resting against her stomach again. “Promise.” His hands dig into her shirt, and she sets down the washcloth to turn her full attention to him.

“That’s an easy promise,” she says, wrapping her arms around him. “You know I care about you, EP.”

His arms slid around her waist, securing her there. “Will- will you stay tonight. Just tonight?”

“Was already planning to, baby,” she whispered. “C’mon, let’s get you changed and into bed. Okay? I’ll wait on the bed for you. You go get changed.”

“I’ll find you something too,” he says, and she could see the light coming back- slowly- to his face. “You’re in good clothes.”

“Okay. You do that. I’ll wait for you.” And she did- sat on his bed while he changed, then grabbed her something comfortable to wear. He then reclaimed her hand and lead her back over to the bed, where they both climbed in.

“D’you wanna hold me or you wanna be held?” Aricka asks quietly. Elvis didn’t say a word, just moved so his head was resting on her chest, right where she could tangle her fingers back in his hair. “Okay. That’s fine.” She busied herself playing with the dark strands of hair, something that comforted her as much as it did him. Absentmindedly, she began humming again, but it was a different song this time.

Not much later, the tell-tale signs of his breathing becoming slower and more even told her he was asleep again.

Aricka carefully wiggled free from his hold, slipping a pillow into his arms for the moment, and snuck downstairs to make a quick phone call.

“Ramsey?” Pause. “It’s Aricka. We need to talk.”

~~~~~~

Ramsey: @letsgofoletsgo -!

~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Aricka x elvis #love me-love me true #Spotify

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clarizangel-blog · 1 year ago

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Have you ever been into a situation where it feels like everything is just so overwhelming? Whateves. I get it:)

HERE ARE SOME EFFECTIVE WAYS I DO TO KEEP MYSELF TOGETHER:

1.Meditation: Just take your five or 10 minutes to get your phone out of your hand! Find a place where it is comfortable to sit or to just lay down. Meditation honestly helps me to shift my focus into my breathing and to take those negative thoughts away. Not only that, this will takes practice (SHH I KNOW) but it also helps me to be present and not to worry constantly about something that is not here yet, THE FUTURE.

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2. Exercise: Don't even begin me with this. It is true! working out and sweating it out really helps you to become more productive, declutter your thoughts, boosts your confidence and it gives you a positive energy after theEee sessh! In my case? It WORKS OUT! So get your ass up, NOW. It does not have to be a full 2 hours of leg day! Taking yourself into a 15-20 minutes of a workout routine is a good start.

3. Journaling: Heartbroken? Sad? Angry? Why-on-earth-does-it-have-to-be-always-me? . I got you!!! A pen and a notebook or just a piece of paper is gonna be your bestfriend here. Writing out your thoughts kinda give that sense of release after bursting out specially for someone that is not just comfortable to let it all out or if you basically have no one to talk to.

You know sometimes, some days are just better than the other days and here you go you just found yourself crying, AGAIN. We're going to be realistic here. Not everyone can understand you and so taking my time to reflect and answer what's with my WHY'S on a paper helps.

When I feel down, angry or sad and can't figure out what's wrong.. I write and express it on a paper and just be honest about what I'm feeling. It usually gives me a perspective, clarity, and a better understanding to what my real problems are.

By writing out your emotions you maybe surprise yourself that "oh this feeling is more than just anger". You were a lot more than angry. You may also be hurt, offended, jealous, and all those kind of things. Having a blank canvas for expression helps you manage your emotions into more manageable ways and get to work on the parts that you don't like.

4. Outdoorsy Activities: Sitting and probably staring at the ceiling for 24 hours sounds suffocating. Have yourself a time out! Take yourself to a walk with nature or explore a new restaurant. It can also sound like grocery shopping!

5. Allow yourself to wallow: It maybe someone's death, You got your heartbroken to someone you dearly love, or you had a huge fight with your parents and said knife words that shouldn't be said out of anger..

It is okay not to be okay.

Don't hold everything in by yourself. Let yourself be vulnerable. Allow yourself to feel emotions and cry as much as you need. Yes, you got people thats gonna say "oh you're too weak for that". Don't listen to them and take time to acknowledge what you actually feel cause if you not, all of those pent up emotions will burst at one point and it leaves you feeling like it is end of the fucking world.

But never get tired to pick yourself up:D

Note: These are all my opinions. I cannot say that this is gonna work for everyone because the said "ways" are really personal!

#self care #self help

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 2 years ago

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A mighty good team

(Happy Veterans/Armistice Day, y’all, let’s keep peace in our minds, hearts, and prayers.)

When - immediately following ‘Oh my.’ after you saw that little plus sign on Lori’s pregnancy test. It takes place during the night of S02 Cherokee Rose.

What - that seed of worry about your big brother being a ‘cause for concern’ grows a whole lot bigger when you put two and two together about the new bun in the oven. But it’s okay, Daryl had beers right? You’ll just chug whatever he’s got left so you can get out of your head, right? So long as you don’t topple over on the way to his tent!

Relationships - you and your mangy hick make a mighty good team, just sayin’. As well, you comfort Lori, so three cheers for siblingly/non-romantic love. You also make a cop joke to Rick and Shane.

Genre - i dunno, but there’s plenty of platonic fluff once y’all make your way to Daryl’s tent.

Perspective - You x Him

Pronouns - they/them, feminine implied imo

TWs - language, stress related to the Shane/Lori/Rick baby situation as well as Lori reacting with rejection fueled by fear regarding having another child, and Daryl drank 4 beers

Word count - Quit clucking like a mother hen. Lol, don’t worry, it’s about 3,400, so even shorter than the last one, which was shorter than I tend to do. Do I get a prize in the morning? :D

Refs to other stories - tinnitus following too much ibuprofen, how you and Daryl use the ‘idiot’ and ‘bitch’ to insult one another when squabbling because you hate being called ‘idiot’ and he hates being called ‘bitch.’ Check out ‘Oh my.’ so you know what the little fireside nap dream was.

And there are more references, but thankfully we have a: Link to the Masterlist so you can read up and turn into a bonafide Slowpoke! There’s a Ko-fi link, too, if you can spare something to help me pay toward my tires.

You

“Lori.”

“Y/N—” she stammers, but you’re too busy squeezing her again as all your worries melt away. She’s pregnant! After all this time, she’s finally pregnant again!

You’re smiling ear to ear and even crying a happy tears. “Lori, aw, don’t you make that face, this is wonderful news!” you nearly squeal even as you try to keep your voice quiet. “D-does Rick know yet? I’m so—I’m so happy I could scream! What about Carl, you must be—it must be very early days! Four weeks at most, must be?”

She’s crying too. But you see that those aren’t happy tears.

Oh, Lori. She must be scared out of her mind with worry. Can’t fault her there. “Lore, shh, come here.” You sidle up close to her and brush her hair back from her face. “We found a doctor—well, a vet, but he knows his stuff—and Miss Patricia is a nurse. We found a safe place here. And hey, at this rate, we might will find more survivors who have medical training!” you babble, trying to give comfort but meaning every word. “And Glenn and me, we’ll take a team, go to the nearest library or college, g-get us books on, on childbirth and the um, the VBAC stuff, the blood type incompatibility stuff, all that—”

She keeps crying quietly, barely making a sound. You rub her back and flip off and on from thinking thank you over and over to what can I say to help her?

This is wonderful news. Unexpected, scary, but good.

“This ain’t bad news, Lore. I promise.”

She tries to nod and ends up stammering, “I can’t tell Rick,” as if she’s done something wrong.

Red flag.

“What do you mean?”

She’s even quieter when she whispers, “Shane can’t know.” Her voice sounded frightened when she said that part.

Red flag, red flag.

The seed of dread in your stomach is beginning to bud.

Oh, Shane, what have you done? What does your brother have to do with this?

Red flag, red flag, red flag.

You don’t ask anything else, your brain is working too fast for your mouth to work at the moment. The ringing in your ears gets louder. The wooziness worsens even though you’re seated.

Then the connection meets and the waving red flags come to a halt.

You’re…you’re uncertain if the conclusion you drew will insult her. It’s not your intention.

The buds of dread begin to open as you gently and softly ask, “Would you say you’re four weeks along, or maybe a little further?”

Rick came back about four weeks ago. But…you know Shane and she had gotten close. Maybe ‘close’ meant rather closer than you’d assumed.

Neither Shane nor Lori said anything to you about it. You get why.

And…goddammit, you’re angry at Shane (When will he learn? When?), as much as you wish you weren’t. You can’t deny that; but you can understand how it would have happened.

The world ended. Relationships have been on speed-mode, be it friendship, love, or hatred. And Lori is beautiful, your brother is good-looking, and they’ve known each other for decades.

It even could’ve just been down to wanting a release or comfort, you reckon, just look at what happened with Glenn and Maggie today.

And Lori, she had thought she was a widow. Rick was dead, you’d all thought so! And that was after he’d already been in a coma for a month before the world fell apart.

Her face is buried in her lap. She curls in on herself before confessing it.

“I c-could be up to six weeks.”

Oh my.

The dread blooms.

You breathe in, out.

In. Out.

Resting a hand on her back, you stare unblinking at your backpack. “How long have you been carryin’ this alone, Lori,” you murmur, “before taking that test?”

Her hands are gripping her hair as she sniffs in reply, “Just a week. It, it was after we had the goose that I wanted to find a test, b-but…” Her hands cover her face and she bends her knees to her chest.

Your memories hop back to about a week or so ago, after you and Daryl bagged the Canada goose.

As it was cooking, she wasn’t doing too well with the smell. But even domesticated meat can smell kinda nasty when it’s cooking, so you never considered that it could be something more—and when she couldn’t really stomach the meat, you just chalked it up to it not tasting very edible.

And she’s been tired, but everyone has been to some degree. And it’s possible she really is only four weeks; she knew very early with Carl and one of the ones who didn’t make it. But in the event she’s five or six weeks…well, it’s not like she could consider a late period as a sign right now. Cycles have been going haywire since the outbreaks due to all the stress, dietary and exercise changes, and, and…oh, Lori. What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick won’t hate you or blame you.”

She’s trembling. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“He loves you.”

“But I can’t do this,” she almost snaps. “Condemn another child to a world like this? How could—I-I can’t, I can’t.”

At that, you feel a chill. That’s not good to hear.

You place your fingers over the spot where you’re stitched up from the same fragments that nearly took your Carl away. “Comfort and safety, even good health couldn’t ever be guaranteed,” you hush. “Even before all this, Lore. And you won’t be doing it alone, you’ll have all of us. Hell or high water.”

“B-but what am I gonna do?”

Shushing delicately, you rest your head on hers and can only think to answer, “Let us help you sleep and eat enough, for a start.”

Her breath catches and she releases a suppressed sob into her lap.

The unspoken problem of your brother is still raising its invisible hand.

Your family wasn’t the type who placed too much focus on blood, how could you?, but the context is different when it comes to fostering and adoption.

This is a somewhat stickier situation. And Shane is…Shane. He’ll get very possessive protective of what he’d think was ‘his,’ at least biologically.

What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick will be so happy that there’s another one in there,” you whisper, smiling. “Carl will be so excited.”

She shakes her head and whispers back, “Shane.”

Inhale. Exhale. Swallow. “Like me, he’ll be overjoyed about our new niece or nephew.”

Pulling away, her eyes meet yours and delve deep as if she’s searching for something. “He has to know it’s Rick’s.”

Holding her gaze and trying not to cry, you nod once. “He will.”

“It’s Rick’s,” she repeats under her breath. “It’s Rick’s…"

You close your eyes and send up more prayers for help as you press your forehead to hers.

Then you recall that strange dream you had by the fire and get another chill when you consider how oddly well it fits.

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Him

He had a fourth beer. Chugged it down once he got back to his tent. All he’s got right now to show for it is that slightly warm feeling in his belly. Still barely even got any spins, must be weak-ass beer.

So long as it gets him sleeping.

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You

Nope, sleep is gonna be impossible. This is way too much thinking before bed and your high pulse is making the ringing louder. You’ve got the mp3 player on but even the lowest setting feels too loud because of the clanging in your ears.

Where’s Daryl?

Daryl had beers. That was an eight-pack you saw back at the campfire, right? Yeah. And if there are none left, well, he’s somehow adept at getting you zen (usually after you squabble, but fuck it).

Thoughts are buzzing around your head like flies around a melted snow cone.

Lori is pregnant, and you’re thrilled to bits about it but…Shane’s possibly the biological father…and, fuck it, Shane is a cause for concern…and Sophia is alone for her fourth night in the woods or wherever she is, if she even ‘is’ anymore…and Carl just had major trauma and surgery…and if Mr. Greene finds out about what Maggie and Glenn did, how will he react?…

Not to mention that today you were in a flood-zone during a rainstorm so kept imagining how Dad got washed away and drowned in one, and this is after you had nightmares all last night reliving finding Mama dead and walking seconds before you killed that man.

Too much thinking, too much thinking, and now you’re regretting eating that oatmeal because your stomach feels queasy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be convinced the roof of your tent was swirling!

But it’s okay, (it’s okay), it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okayyy. It’s. Okay.

Because Daryl had beers.

You’re gonna go ask for one, right now. Dale’s got scotch, sure, but you don’t know where it is and Dale might could be in bed already. And he turned your request down last night, so you’d have to steal sneak some, and if he catches you, he’ll only want to be all, you know, decent and fatherly and caring and shit, therefore won’t be down for you chugging straight from the bottle because you need to get out of your head!

So screw the idea that you shouldn’t have any alcohol after your painkiller miscalculation, the doc gave you the charcoal, so it’s fine, right?

Oh, that’s right, you don’t give a hoot anymore.

After clicking the music player off and yanking the earbuds out, you grit your teeth in pain as you sit up, then zip down and punch open the flap door to your little camo tent and—oh, people are still awake?

Huh.

…What time is it?

Even Jimmy’s still out. Glenn is still talking about something with him, Patricia and Carol are sitting by each other. Rick is finally outside by the fire, too. And Shane is back as well.

He and Rick aren’t sitting close. That’s been a growing problem and heck if it ain’t about to get bigger.

You grab the raggedy blanket from the corner of your tent and try to ignore how dizzy you feel when you move. You carefully walk to the campfire. Then you take Shane’s hand as you ask, “Rick, what’s the time?”

“Quarter past nine. Hey, um, did Hershel talk to you about his idea for Carl?”

…It’s only 9:15?

Blinking in disbelief that’s it’s not 1a.m., you resume what you were doing and plop your brother down next to Rick before remembering to answer, “He did, but um—too much thinking before bed ain’t advisable, so lemme just tuck you two in, we can chat in the mornin’.”

As you lay the blanket on their legs, Shane stifles a groan, knowing what’s coming. The hard lines in Rick’s forehead smooth out and he smothers a laugh, knowing what’s coming. Andrea’s amused hum clues you in that she’s noticed, and you glance over to see her smirking while finishing what’s in her beer bottle.

You look at your brothers. “Should I say, it or?”

It’s Rick who pushes his nose up with his pointer finger. It’s Shane who loses the try-not-to-smile war and outs with: “Pigs in a blanket, yeah?”

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Him

Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep.

He wishes he had an I Spy book or some shit. Ha, he still can’t believe that worked that time, clear knocked him out.

Maybe if he had some weed? But Merle and him used it up the first two weeks of the world fucking ending.

There was some…there was some of the hard stuff left. Saw it in the saddlebag when he remembered the pills for T-Dog. Except blow amps you up, it doesn’t chill you out.

Damn, he’s considering using? Dramatic Darylina, just chug a fifth beer and zen the hell up, little bitch.

He fumbles around for his skinning knife, clicks on his flashlight, picks up the last beer and jimmies the cap off. Except he’s not two gulps down when he hears a quiet, “Oh, he is awake. Daryl?”

Y/N is here? Excitedly zipping the door open, he sees them turn around to face him but suddenly crouch/waver as if they’re about to fall over.

“Howdy. May I take you up on that pragmatic beer now?”

“Why you all crouched like that?” he grunts.

“I’m a tad dizzy.”

“Why?”

“’Cause my ears are ringin’.”

“Still?”

“It’s like Quasimodo is in there or somethin’.” They point with their thumb toward the treeline. “Accidentally took too many painkillers back at the old couple’s house off the trail.”

Shit, do they need their stomach pumped or something? And why is he starting to panic?

“It’s just ibuprofen, Dary-bear, plus the doc already gave me charcoal as a precaution, it’s all good,” they drone. “Might could I please have a beer?”

Aren’t you not supposed to mix painkillers and alcohol? And wait, Y/N knows that stuff, they mentioned it earlier. Plus, there was only one left and he’d—damn, of course he’d opened it.

“This is the last one,” he lamely replies.

“But there were two left…” they trail off. There’s this look on their face he can’t quite place. “Oh Daryl, how many did you have tonight?”

“…Four,” he tells them, feeling weirdly like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.

They nod to the bottle in his hand. “Is that your fifth?”

Did they just use a teacher voice with him? And not even an annoyed high school teacher voice, that right there was a kindergarten-teacher-telling-the-students-it’s-nap-time voice.

“What about it?”

He hears them tut and watches them frown before saying, “Hand it over.”

“Quit cluckin’ like a mother hen.”

“Quit screwin’ with your liver.”

“Coming from the idiot who took too many painkillers and wanted to wash it down with beer?”

“That’ll mess with the kidneys and stomach long-term, bitch, not the liv—” snips from their mouth until they realize what they just admitted. At first, they look confused. Then, they chuckle as if something was funny.

“Y’all good down there?” Shane’s voice calls from the campfire. Were the two of them arguing that loud?

“Ugh, fuck me,” Daryl grumbles to himself and takes another swig of his beer.

“Shane don’t swing that way, sorry,” is the furthest thing from what he expected Y/N to respond, and he snarfs up some beer accordingly while Y/N waves to their brother and gives him a thumbs up.

Cracking up, Y/N sighs, then moves from their crouched position onto their butt and sharply inhales when they do because it probably made their stitches ache. “‘Quit clucking like a mother hen’ was really funny, by the way.”

“Mhm, I’m here to entertain,” he grits back, both annoyed that he just snarfed up his beer and yet trying not to laugh too openly.

Their eyes flit to the bottle.

He *grumble* offers it to them. They bite their lip and shake their head. “That weren’t exactly my intention anymore.”

He glances at the bottle and…*grumble* then finds himself twisting his wrist so the beer pours out onto the grass. “Pain in the ass.”

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You

Beer now watering (intoxicating?) the grass, Daryl scoots back and reclines in his tent, adjusting his back to get comfortable. To your annoyance and concern, you’re intrigued at how his body moved kinda cat-like and how his arms look rather nice above his head like that.

“So, what’s the big secret?” he slurs just a tad.

The big secret? Did he see you and Lori go into your tent and assume—how would he have—???

“We didn’t talk about anything major, uh, it’s…” you trail off. Oh, he meant how you promised you’d tell him about…the man you shot and killed. You send up another simple prayer of I’m sorry regarding him and inwardly knock your head against a table because you’d promised you’d tell Daryl that little not-so-fun-fact over a beer. What a move, Y/N. “I thought you meant somethin’ else, my bad. Um—”

“—Don’t tell me you got more dirt? Was that whatever you and Glenn talked about? He looked like he coulda used a beer after you two were done.”

A monotone, noncommittal sound leaves your mouth as you stare into space.

Pretty night sky again. You consider the wonderful part of the latest batch of dirt. Lori’s pregnant again! “It’s good dirt. Well, half of it is.” Oh, Shane, what’s gonna happen with you?

“What is it, then?” Daryl huffs.

Oops. “Just some stuff.”

“Quarter.”

Okay, you walked into that one. How many quarters for white lies do you owe so far, two?

Appealing to his…dunno, maybe his sense of loyalty, you remind him, “Snitches get stitches, man.”

To which he cracks, “Y’already got some.”

Scrunching up your face in delight, you clap your hands together as you snort, “You’re on a roll tonight,” while trying not to tighten your core too much because ouchhh, those stitches of yours still hurt when you do so. Glancing over at him, he’s actually smiling.

Within seconds, however, he’s back to his usual standoffish self. He waves his hand in question. “So, why you tryin’ to get hammered this time?”

“Well, I ain’t anymore.” You already feel better. And you’d only wanted a beer or shot or two of liquor, nothing too crazy.

Now he’s doing that squinty thing at you as he grunts, “That your way of saying ya wanna drop it?”

You shrug. “What made you start on your fifth beer?”

“Dunno.”

“Quarter,” you tease.

“Stop.”

“Ha-ha.” You run your hand through your hair and realize your dizziness is ebbing. “So, what time we leavin’ tomorrow, 6, 6:30?”

He shakes his head from where he’s laying. “The group is gonna have a meet-up before we all head out. They’ll wanna wait ’til the sun is bright enough, count on 7:30 or 8.”

“We can’t just go earlier?”

“Today, all them kept running into each other’s grids. We need to make it clear where we’re lookin’ and when.”

“Fair play.” Adjusting your position and fighting the urge to lay down, you make sure, “Think you and me’ll be done searching the road and the ridge by 12 or 1?”

“I guess. Why?”

Don’t get mad. “Mr. Greene asked for my help with a medical procedure for Carl. Early afternoon I said I might would be back by.”

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Him

He can’t get mad about that, no way. And early afternoon is enough time to scope out what they’d planned.

But is he…is he that much of an asshole that even Y/N for some reason thought helping a child who’s just been shot wouldn’t seem like a good enough reason to him?

And what the hell does his opinion matter, anyway? Besides, he can do shit on his own, don’t need nobody.

“You take care of Carl, I’ll find Sophia,” he says simply.

But this twitchy sensation wiggles in his chest when they immediately respond, “Deal,” with a relieved exhale. The nice feeling gets stronger when they then mumble, “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

And Y/N then just flat-out lays down on the grass outside his tent. One hand rests on their belly, the other stretches up over their head.

“Hey Daryl? I was so happy to see the flower in the RV,” his friend next mumbles. “Carol said you told her the story, too.”

He isn’t sure how to respond, so he changes the topic. “Y’look like you’re about to nod off right there.”

“Mm, I feel so relaxed now. You did good, dude.”

What does that mean? Weirdo.

…He feels more relaxed now, too, though. Even if the two of them didn’t get into much conversation, they had a fun little squabble.

Maybe he should…yeah, he’ll dump the coke somewhere tomorrow. He’d heard something about a bloated, dead walker in a well out in one of the pastures, so he’ll prolly toss it in there since no one will be drinking from it.

The crickets aren’t as loud tonight. It’s colder.

Just to check on Y/N, he lifts his head slightly.

Seeing them lounging on the lawn like that first makes him contemplate tossing them his pillow, but it’s nasty so instead he figured an alternate plan would be his poncho so they can be more comfortable.

But, he thinks better on it, and “Go on, get your ass to bed,” is what he settles on.

They whine.

He grumbles. “Do I need to get your big brother over here?”

“Psht.”

A smile starts to form that he keep under wraps. He knows what’ll do the trick. “Gonna get ants and teeny little spiders all up in your hair and clothes.”

Sure enough that gets them going, complete with another whine.

“Goodnight, dude,” they snort.

“Yeah, g’night.”

He isn’t sure what made him lift his head to check on them again, but when he happens to look over, their face is contorting in pain as they attempt to position themselves in a way that’s avoiding using their injured arm/shoulder and their abdominal muscles to sit up so they can stand.

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You

Him helping you up wasn’t expected, since he’d been laying down. But just like that, he’s out of his tent and gripping your forearm on your good side to hoist you upright.

Once you’re on your feet, his hand touches your back for a moment and you cup his upper arm to steady yourself.

“Thanks for the assist, man,” you sigh, brushing off your butt in case any dirt or grass stuck to it.

“Yeah. See ya in the morning.”

So, not to overshare, but that simple touch felt really nice. And his arm is hard as a brick.

Eesh, this whole Glenn/Maggie thing is messing with you.

Whatev, you do know one thing: what you told Hershel about feeling safe around Daryl was accurate and honest. Your That mangy hick, for some reason, simply isn’t threatening in that way.

And dude thank God you’d gone to see Daryl, for real. Y'all make a good team.

Wait, what was it exactly you’d sa — oh Moses, your twang had come back full force with him, hadn’t it? You’d said ‘a mighty good team,’ that’s right.

Ha, you talk like such stereotype sometimes.

“See you in the morning, Rick,” you call softly as you pass him on the way to your tent. “Sleep in a little later with Lori tomorrow, you both could use it.”

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Him

He watches to make sure they don’t topple over on the way back. Thinks about how they did indeed mother-hen him, however, in all honesty, he doesn’t mind (that much, anyway).

He wonders where Sophia is sleeping. If she’s safe. If she ‘is.’

Shit, he flicks that thought off and shoves something better in its place: that tomorrow is only day four. He’d survived nine days at a younger age, she could survive, too.

Then, he’s thinking back on how Y/N looked so relaxed there on the grass a few minutes ago...which is a kinda weird thing to be thinking about.

Next he remembers how when they were talking to the doctor earlier, it was plain as day they’d lessened their accent. It sounded damn wrong to hear their voice like that, barely a twang in it.

He compares it to how comfy (and twangy) they sounded when they sighed “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

That little fluttering warms in his chest again at the same time the corners of his mouth raise. And finally, all at once, his eyelids sink down, limbs grow heavy and he at last falls asleep.

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katsukidynam1ght · 2 years ago

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alright at this point i’m just begging for a fight i really am. please for the love of fuck i need dopamine

but anyways. here’s a hot take for you that i guarantee at least 90% of the fandom (and the internet as a whole) will disagree with me on:

forgiving your abusers is a good thing to do.

here let me say it again in case you missed it:

forgiving your abusers is a good thing to do.

i can hear you now

oh, but kats, surely you don’t know what abuse is! but kats, forgiving people is hard! but kats, abusers don’t deserve forgiveness! but kats but kats but kats but kats—

shhhh. shh. shut up. shut. no.

i’m not saying welcome them into your life again with open arms and heart on your sleeve. that’d be stupid. i’m not saying you’ve gotta love them. i’m not even saying you’ve gotta like them! i’m not saying to beg them for a knife in your back and people please your way to hell.

i’m saying Forgive Them.

i’m saying look at what they did and recognize no, that wasn’t okay. but i don’t need to let it change who i am. i’m more than what i went through and i can move on from this and not let anger consume me anymore.

so let’s look at an example of this in mha, right?

deku forgiving bakugou.

bullying sucks. it can make your life hell. it can make you hurt real bad. it can be traumatizing. it can make you want to, oh, i dunno, take a swan dive, you feel me? it’s not a pleasant experience and it’s pretty damn awful. you’re being bullied, and you think the world is ending, and you’re wondering why everyone seems to hate you, and you don’t know what to do anymore.

and then you grow up. you get a little older, and suddenly you don’t feel so small anymore, and you look at what happened to you and who did that to you and it doesn’t hurt so bad. know why? because you realize they were kids too. those bullies? they were kids too. they were human too.

and it doesn’t hurt so bad.

that doesn’t make it okay, right? no, of course not, they were wrong. but you look at them and you realize hey, it’s okay, you didn’t mean to be that way. it hurt a lot, but i’m okay, and you were hurting, too.

maybe i’m a little biased because i’ve been there and the cycle of abuse fascinates me. maybe i’m a little biased because i love looking at other people’s perspectives and seeing all the angles. but it goes like this, see — there are cases where a person’s just like that, and there’s nothing you can do. and that sucks. but there are cases where something affected a person that way, they’re a product of their environment, and that’s not their fault.

(but kats, they could’ve responded differently! you’re right, they could’ve. that’s what makes it not okay — but they didn’t, and i’m not going to hold that against them. they deserved better, too.)

so okay. i’m really hesitant to call bakugou abusive, because when it comes down to it, he’s not. he’s really, really not. but just because i know some people think he is, i’ll bite for just this post and throw him under that label. (and this is where i start to lose my coherency because i really am just rambling right now.)

so bakugou put deku through it. for a solid ten years, he was pretty shitty to him. i could go into the reasons why because they’re glaringly obvious to me, but this post isn’t about that. (ask me though. ask me why.) the point is that bakugou was a fucking dick.

(and here’s my reminder that no, i don’t believe quirkless discrimination is widespread in the mha universe, so please for the love of fuck don’t argue that point because you will never convince me otherwise. the story is from deku’s pov and he has a biased outlook and if you can’t see outside of it that’s on you. i’m giving you plenty of other bones to chew on, if you bite this one i’ll kick you.)

so life kinda sucks, right? you’ve got this dream and everyone’s telling you you don’t have a shot. this one kid is punching you around because of it. and you’re like damn, that sucks! but you keep going because that’s who you are. and because the person being so shitty to you is someone you admire, someone you look up to, someone you love, someone you have lived your whole life beside.

(it becomes really obvious to me here that a lot of you a) didn’t grow up in a small town b) didn’t grow up with siblings c) didn’t have a childhood friend you fell out with hard and then reconnected later d) weren’t bullied e) don’t understand deku’s character or bakugou’s at all or f) simply can’t and don’t want to think critically about the things you hate (boringgg))

i keep getting sidetracked. so anyway, you’ve got this person in your life. and you’re a little scared of them. but that’s okay, because a lot of things are a little scary, and you can’t be a hero if you’re scared all the time.

you also can’t be a hero — a good hero — if you’re not going to save indiscriminately. and this is where i Hate a lot of the fandom, because you have a Fundamental Misunderstanding of that concept. let’s dive into this, right? not the main point of the post but it is damn close enough and i could rant about this forever.

save indiscriminately. you know what that means? that means you save the little kid who didn’t see the car coming. that means you save the old man who couldn’t move fast enough. that means you save the addict who got into that mess themself. that means you save the bad guy who got in over his head.

that means your worst enemy is tied up on the train tracks, the train’s coming, and you untie them and help them up.

that means your abuser is in a burning building and you run in to save them.

i know what i said — you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for your abuser, right. and i meant that. but this is real life, and i meant that statement for real life. what i’m talking about right now isn’t real life, this is deku this is heroes this is mha this is quirks. keep up or drop out.

saving everyone means you don’t care who you’re saving. you’re going to save them no matter what. and this is a concept that is really fucking hard to apply in real life, so we’re not going to address it there because even i, almighty kats (/j), am not that righteous yet. (someday though! i’ll get to that point someday. maybe not in this life, but in the next for sure.)

so back to deku. hey bud. you can’t be a good hero if you’re not going to save everyone, and i mean everyone. and y’know what’s fantastic about deku? about izuku midoriya? about this little runt of a kid who did his damndest to become what he wanted to be and Succeeded?

he embodies that. his idol is all might, the very essence of “save everyone”. and at his core, that’s who deku is — someone who wants to save everyone. no, that’s not physically possible, but he has that mindset, he has that mentality. there is not a person alive that he would hesitate in saving. and that is what makes deku better than every single person in this fandom who crawls up his ass to diss bakugou.

because y’know what? he doesn’t care. he doesn’t. what bakugou did to him was inconsequential compared to what he’s faced since then, what he knew he’d have to face if he wanted to be a hero. i don’t know how to make everyone understand deku because it should be blatantly obvious, and it baffles me that there are people who don’t see it.

similarly, how do you ignore bakugou’s development? “kats, he hasn’t had any” cry me a river for how stupid you are, babydoll. love you dearly but where is that brain of yours? i know you’ve got one somewhere.

but okay okay, back to the point. forgive the people who hurt you. right.

you don’t do it for them. deku didn’t look at bakugou and go (haha bakugou and go) “i’m going to forgive you because it’ll make you better.”

that’s not forgiveness. that’s delusion.

deku looked at bakugou and said “you hurt me, and that’s not okay, but i know you’re not okay. there’s a reason you’re like this, and i’ll stay by your side until you feel like you can be good again. i know you were before.”

deku looked at bakugou and said “you hurt me, and that’s not okay, but i’m doing alright. better now, actually, and i can see you’re trying. that’s enough for me.”

and you know what? even if bakugou didn’t get any better, deku would still forgive him. because he looked at bakugou, trapped in a sludge villain that almost killed him (and would have if not for all might) and said “you need saving, let me save you.” because that’s who deku is. because forgiveness isn’t a price you pay to make someone atone.

forgiveness heals you. forgiving someone who hurt you lets you let it go. it stops it from eating you from the inside out. you look at someone who abused you and you go “yeah, that wasn’t okay, and i’m not okay, but you did what you did and i can’t change that. still, i forgive you because i want to be okay, and i want you to be okay someday, too.”

because when it comes down to it, we’re all human. everyone fucks up. it is what it is. we move on, and we try to be a little better every day. but it’s still good to forgive people, because you never know when someone will have to forgive you.

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hyunjilicious · 4 years ago

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 3

A/n: I know it took me ages, and I'm sorry, but it's finally here!! I don't know when part 4 will be up, but I know the plot, and by the time you finish reading this, you'll know it too!! Filth is coming. Also, since I posted the first 2 parts weeks ago, under the cut you'll find a small summary of what happened so far! Ofc, I'm linking the previous parts as well! Have fun reading, sorry for taking me so long, and please, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought! (I’ll reblog it with the taglist, otherwise it doesn’t show up in the tags!)

Summary: after Henry lost it during a fit of jealousy, he sneaked into your apartment, his actions having some very different repercussions from what he initially intended. SMUT 3.9k

Warnings: please be over 18!!! mentions of smut, masturbation (male receiving), sightly/some somnophilia, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry, cum play if you squint and ofc, mentions of filming and sharing pornographic material. 18+ please!!!!

You can find part 1 here and part 2 here!

Quick recap: Henry's crush on his very sweet and younger neighbour (you lol) grew into something else when you asked him for help with taking some pictures for your onlyfans account. Following this, your relationship reached a very teasing level, which prompted Henry to take matters into his own hands, even if that meant crossing some lines. So when he found out that you and a specific man from your past were on a voice call, he just had to know what exactly was being discussed. This jealousy fit had him using his spare key to enter your apartment and eavesdrop, and this is where chapter 2 ends. Have fun reading the next part!!!

“No” you sighed, waving your arms around, desperate to get your point across. But it was mostly useless, nothing even remotely decent would ever manage to penetrate Steve’s thick skull. He was a dumbass with a heart of gold, so you couldn’t even blame him for messing things up on purpose, you just learned the hard way not to take his advice under any circumstance. “No, Steve. I won’t do that. Not a chance!”

“Hun-” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as a smirk showed up on his lips, “When have I ever been wrong?”

“Really!?” you giggled and then sighed, “Listen, I gotta go to the bathroom and you’d better forget about this topic by the time I come back”

“Wait, wait. Ok, fine. Scratch that” Steve laughed, stopping you from getting up, “When have I ever been wrong on purpose?”

“Listen, I know you’re just trying to help” you smiled, “But I don’t think your experience in seducing girls with daddy issues benefits my situation in any kind of way”

“‘Course it does! I can give you some perspective!”

“Perspective on what?” you mocked, playfully frowning at him through the screen on your laptop, “You and Henry have nothing in common”

“The dick for one” Steve joked but when he saw you roll your eyes, he became serious, “I’m just tryin to help you hook up with the guy! That’s all”

“See!?” you laughed, already exasperated by the conversation, “I’m not trying to hook up with him, I want something more…”

Your sentence was cut short by the sound of a door closing. Your blood ran cold and your hands froze, eyes staring blankly into the camera.

“Y/n?” Steve asked with worry, “What’s wrong?”

“Wait here” you mumbled, pushing the laptop off of you and rushing to the door of your bedroom. You pressed your ear against it, and listened closely, the sound of a lock being turned chilling you to your bones. With shaky hands, you stumbled your way back to your bed, and looked into the camera, directly at a somewhat already worried Steve. “I gotta go-”

“Wait-” Steve tried to ask, “Are you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine, talk to you later” you hurriedly mumbled before ending the call. Your fingers flew across the screen of your phone, finding Henry’s name and pressing the green button in the blink of an eye.

And had he not been this utterly stupid and reckless, none of this would have happened. His impulsivity got the best of him, and panic rushed through his veins when he heard you were about to head to the bathroom. Pressure did him no good, and the first thing that came to mind at that point was to bolt out of there, knowing there was absolutely no way to explain what he was doing in your apartment. But his shaky hands were of no help, and the dexterity he earlier proved himself capable of was nowhere to be found. However, he didn’t care. He just stormed out, happy to finally breathe again as soon as he was out of your apartment - but when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he felt like dying all over again.

With your heart beating inside your throat, you grabbed your bedside lamp into your free hand, and curled yourself into a ball in the corner of your room, opposite to the door, the sound of the ongoing call being the only thing you heard over the loud buzz in your ears.

“Yeah?” Henry’s voice rang loudly when he finally answered, making you all but jump with fright.

Had you paid more attention, you’d have noticed he too sounded out of breath, but you were too out of it to tell. All you could think about was the psycho what was at your door.

“Henry-” you cried, voice shaky as the intake of air was no longer satisfying. You were hyperventilating, sweating from every pore, scared out of your mind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice more stern now. “Y/n? Are you ok?”

“Yeah- yeah…” you said on autopilot, mind on standby. “No…” You whimpered, “Henry, can you- I think someone is trying to break into my house, I-”

“What!?” he gasped, “I’m sure no one-”

“Henry!” you cried into the phone, “Can you please look through your peephole? Please?”

He sounded confused, but you didn’t have to ask him twice. You heard a bit of shuffling before his voice reached your ears again, “There’s no one there, there’s no one at your door, you can relax”

“No-” you whimpered, unable to calm down, “Henry, please-!”

“I’m coming over right now,” he said.

“No! No, what if they’re still in the hallway?”

“There’s no one there, love” Henry tried to reassure you. When you heard him unlock the door of his apartment your heart stopped, but after that, everything was quiet.

“Are you ok?” you muttered, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“Yes, love. I’m fine” Henry lightly chuckled, “I’m at your door, can you open up?”

“No” you scoffed, “What if someone got in?”

“No one got in” he tried to explain, but your adrenaline soaked brain refused to comply.

“Henry, take the spare key I gave you” you suggested, “And grab a knife”

Seeing how affected and terrified you were, Henry didn’t argue with you anymore. In a matter of seconds, you heard the door of your apartment being unlocked, Henry assuring you through the phone that it was him. When he walked inside, you remained hidden in your spot. He checked the kitchen and the living room, coming up to finally enter the bedroom. When your eyes landed on his massive frame, you breathed out relieved and rushed to him, throwing yourself into his arms. There was no other place on Earth you felt as safe as you did when he was holding you.

“Shh, you’re ok, you’re good” Henry cooed, cradling you to his chest, “I got you, baby, ok? I’m here”

But there was no stopping you. You broke down entirely, holding onto him as your legs gave in, turning into a mess. Henry carried you to the bed, sitting you down and allowing you to calm down at your own pace.

“I’m here, ok?” he asked again, rubbing your back, “I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/n, you know that. You’re safe, I got you”

It was impossible to tell just how long it took you to fully calm down, but it was safe to say that it would have taken hours longer had Henry not been there with you. When you were finally able to properly breathe again and hold a conversation, you looked up at him, big doe eyes hoping to convince him without too much of a fuss. “Can you stay here with me, please? I can’t be alone right now”

With nothing but sympathy in his eyes, Henry leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Don’t you think it would be better if we went over to my place instead?”

“No” you shook your head, “And leave the apartment unattended? I don’t think that’s a good idea”

His heart broke. Being his usual, impulsive self, Henry managed to break you down and terrify you to your core. As much as he wanted to reassure you everything would be fine, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just tell you it was him who broke into your apartment in the middle of a jealousy breakdown. So, he settled for the second best option, and really, he couldn’t complain.

It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, no locksmith on the clock. Seeing how you’d have to wait until the next morning, he was more than happy to spend that time with you.

As time started to pass, you also started to relax.

The day slowly wilted a way, as both you and Henry made yourselves busy around your apartment. He wasted a couple of hours installing games on your school laptop as you took a bath, he then cooked you dinner, and by the time the night rolled around, you were your usual bubbly self again. And after watching and laughing your hearts out at Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets, sleep started to creep up on you.

Henry placed one of your kitchen chairs under the doorknob before turning to give you a massive hug, “No one can get in, darling. I promise”

“Thank god you live across the hall” you confessed, snaking your arms under his hoodie as you gathered yourself as close to him as possible. “What would I have done otherwise?”

“You don’t have to worry about that” Henry kissed your forehead, “I’ll always be here when you need me”

And in that moment, right there, stopping yourself from kissing him turned out to be the most difficult thing you ever had to do. Instead, you settled for his cheek, before hiding your face against his shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you too”

“Thank you, angel” Henry breathed out.

There really was nothing on this earth you loved more than this man.

Getting ready to go to sleep, you changed in your pajamas, while all Henry did was take off his hoodie. With your toothbrush lodged between your teeth, you lingered in the door frame, watching the muscles of his back flex as he bent down and put his phone down to charge.

Toothpaste and drool could very well have dribbled down your chin as you stood and gawked, only releasing you were staring when Henry turned around and a smile made its way up his lips. “Yes?” he laughed, but all you did was look him up and down, before returning to the bathroom with a shake of your head.

“Oh, Y/n?” Henry called again, following you, “Where can I find a blanket or some sheets?”

First you squinted, but then you decided it would be best if you just finished brushing your teeth before anything else. After rinsing your mouth, you turned to look at him, utterly unamused. “What for?”

“So I don’t have to sleep on leather?”

“You’re sleeping with me” you rolled your eyes, grabbing his elbow and dragging him into the bathroom so he could get ready for bed too. “Not up for discussion”

“Ok” Henry chuckled, looking at you in the mirror. “But I snore”

As if that would make you reconsider. You walked away and into your room, settling under the covers, without another word. About 10 minutes later, Henry joined you.

He fit in like a piece of puzzle and you didn’t even try to keep yourself from cuddling into his side. Sinking his head down between the multitude of pillows on your bed, you giggled, crawling on top of him. Without thinking too much about it, you kissed your way down his neck, peppering tens of kisses against his naked chest. You felt his heartbeat under your palm as he breathed in and out slowly, smiling down at you as he enjoyed the view.

“Thanks for doing this for me” you mumbled, rubbing your hand up and down his chiseled abdomen.

“Really, Y/n” Henry said, wrapping his arms around you, “There’s no need to thank me. Plus, you think I’m not enjoying this?”

“Oh shut up” you giggled. The amount of small talk that followed turned out to be exactly what you needed in order to allow your eyes to peacefully close. Despite the events of earlier in the evening, you now felt safer than ever before.

It was just a matter of time until soft snores started escaping past your lips, your chest rising and falling every so softly as you drifted out of consciousness.

But Henry’s mind was nowhere near relaxed enough to drift off. No. You were too close to him, too innocent and vulnerable for him to just let this moment pass. The way you had just thrown one of your legs over his lap drove him insane - your bare thigh too accessible to him.

At first, he just tested the waters. A peck to the top of your head, and a small caress against the back of your hand. You were completely out, and that accentuated his need further.

Slowly moving his free arm down his body, Henry brushed his fingers over his clothed member, grunting out loud when he felt the sensibility in his tip. He bit into his bottom lip out of need to keep quiet, teasing himself just a little as he struggled to decide how to go about things. With the way you were laying right now, it was next to impossible for him to free himself without moving you. And even though at the beginning he tried to avoid that, when you stirred in your sleep, your body rubbing up against his, he lost all kinds of patience.

As softly as he could, Henry pushed your leg back, just a little. Even in your sleep, you craved his touch, as when you felt movement, you involuntarily shuffled closer, but much to his relief, your legs remained on the mattress.

Eagerness controlled his actions as he pushed his pants down his thighs, propping his hips up with difficulty. When his underwear was pulled down and his cock sprung free, Henry hissed with unmatched satisfaction. With his hand wrapped around his base and his eyes on you, he swallowed thickly, his heart beating out of his chest with a demented sense of bliss.

"My baby-" Henry cooed, rubbing his lips across your hairline as he started stroking his cock.

His movements were slow but not calculated in any way. His brain was occupied, forcing his hand to work on muscle memory. But still, he teased himself, rubbing his thumb across his slit just like he liked to think you would.

The fear of getting caught was at an all time high as you stirred again. He froze for a second, "That's my good girl-" Henry whispered, looking down at your sleeping frame. As much as he wanted you to take an active part in this, he knew better than to risk it.

It was getting more and more difficult to breathe, his back sweating profusely as he pumped himself closer to the edge. His hips bucked, causing the bed frame to creak. Instantly, he stilled, eyes on you, but all you did was rub your cheek against his chest, completely unaware of your surroundings.

"I'm so close for you, my darling" Henry groaned, his throat paper dry as the words left his lips. All he could hear was his own breathing and the unmistakable perverse sound of slapping skin, but still, even above all of that, you kept on peacefully snoring.

The arm Henry looped around your frame was now traveling lower, his palm exploring your side until he reached your ass. He softly gripped a handful of your bum, squeezing hard enough to make up for the struggle of not allowing himself to finish too early. But it was reckless and maybe he shouldn't have done so, as his touch all but woke you up.

Still overwhelmed with sleep, you barely pushed yourself up, eyes closed as you slightly changed your position. You were now laying higher up his body, your head almost falling off his shoulder. Your breathing tickled the side of his neck as you snaked your arm up and looped it around his frame. Biting down hard on his bottom hip, Henry felt ridiculous amounts of blood rush to the tip of his cock as you refused to settle already.

Rubbing the tip of your nose across his jugular, still mostly out but not fully, you peaked your eyes open, “Henry-?”

“Y- yeah?” he swallowed thickly, freezing in his spot.

“Why’re you awake?” you mumbled.

“Just woke up- had a weird dream, that’s all”

You believed the lie without an ounce of doubt, “Wanna talk about it?”

“Yes” he whispered, “But in the morning. Sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep, darling”

“Ok” you sighed, kissed his bare shoulder and allowed yourself to drift off again.

Henry licked his lips in a haze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as sweat worked his entire body. God, how he regretted getting himself in his position, but his cock was full on hard, all but leaking at the tip, not so patiently waiting to receive any kind of attention again. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes on you to make sure you were asleep.

His heart skipped a beat as your mouth popped open, but your light snores came as the strongest form of reassurance, and he resumed his work. The anxiety of getting caught fueled him, and the heels of his feet dug into the mattress, his hips bucking upwards as he furiously pumped his cock.

It was all getting too much. He was close. Henry threw his head back trying to suppress a moan, but he miserably failed. A choked back wail escaped his now dry lips as his whole body tensed. He squeezed you closer, his fingers lewdly digging into the sweet flesh of your ass. He was crossing many lines but that didn't stop him. He didn't see things clear anymore. His chest heaved, rushing up and down as he fisted his cock, biting into his lower lip as he watched your peaceful expression.

It was pure, dumb luck that he managed to spot a pack of napkins laying on the night stand mere seconds before he came. His juices eagerly ran down his shaft as he flew through his orgasm, his saviour napkin proving almost useless.

Coming down from his high, he all but managed to calm down, but his mind was still set. He would never get enough of you. And no matter how many times he'd cum, he'd still be down to go again. You had that power over him.

"Fuck…" Henry panted. And in the blur of the moment he created, he didn't even stop to process his thoughts. Gathering the few droplets of cum that landed on his stomach, he brought his hand up to your face, his thumb rubbing across your lips.

In that moment, then and there, when you unconsciously wrapped your lips around his finger, he almost lost it all over again.

"Holy-" he cried again, kissing your forehead. As eager and willing as he was to keep going, Henry stopped himself. He tucked the napkins next to the foot of the bed, pulled his pants back up his hips and settled under the covers.

Sleep didn't come easy, but he eventually drifted off. Unfortunately, the clock had almost struck 3am by the time he closed his eyes, and no later than 6:15, your alarm went off.

"No" you protested, wiggling around in search of your phone. "No school- no, thank you"

Eyes closed and cheek squished into the pillow, Henry raised his arm and found the phone with ease, handing it to you without a word.

Squinting under the bright light of the screen, you dismissed the alarm and snuggled back into Henry's chest, his arms wrapping around your body in an instant.

And as heavenly as this felt, it only lasted for about 5 minutes, until your alarm went off again.

"Just turn it off" Henry laughed, kissing your forehead, "I'll wake you up after I make breakfast"

"You don't have to" you protested, throwing in a whine or two as you curled yourself around him.

"I want to"

"No"

"Y/n…"

"Ok fine" you sighed, "Thank you"

"No need darling" Henry chuckled and stood up. He once again pecked the top of your head and then he was gone. About one second and a half later, you were asleep again, only to complain when Henry woke you up.

"It's 7" he stated, gathering the blanket in his arms and allowing the cold air to reach your body.

"Give it back" you cried.

"Is that how it's gonna be?" Henry threatened, and despite his dominating tone, you still refused to take him seriously. When you hid your face between the pillows, he deeply sighed, but satisfaction was still audible in his tone. "Fine then"

Taking you completely by surprise, Henry bent down and gathered you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with absolute ease.

"Henry-" you yelled, "The fuck-"

"Not gonna be late, Y/n" Henry laughed, "Not on my watch"

"God" you giggled along and allowed yourself to be carried to the kitchen.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, a delicious smell reached your nose. It was probably the first real breakfast you'd had in weeks, so you weren't going to complain anymore. Fresh coffee, toast, avocado, pancakes, hard boiled eggs and a multitude of veggies and fruit awaited on the table.

"I didn't even know I had all this food in my house"

"You didn't-" Henry shook his head, sitting down beside you, "Grabbed them from my place"

"You shouldn't have, but thank you"

"No need" he assured you, "Dig in"

When you were done, and right before you headed to the bathroom to get ready, you turned to him again. "Do you know the number of any locksmiths? I really wanna change the locks"

Following a quick Google search, Henry found a multitude of ads, and after choosing the most trustworthy looking one, he dialed the number as you patiently waited beside him.

Everything seemed to go perfectly well, until he frowned, "No, today pl- [...] No, I'm not locked out of my- [...] You sure-? Ok, ok fine. Ok, tomorrow, first thing, ok, thanks"

"They can't come today?" you pouted as soon as he hung up.

"No, I'm sorry" Henry shook his head, and seeing the disappointment plastered on your face, he spoke up again. "I can stay one more night, if you want to. I'll sleep in the living room-"

"What? No" you scoffed, "It's not that…"

"What is it then?" he questioned, starting to get worried.

You hesitated. "Its no-"

"Don't tell me it's nothing" Henry commanded, pointing a finger at you. A smile appeared at the corner of your lips as you rolled your eyes.

"Ok, fine. I just- I just had to film today for the- you know… That's all, but I can do it some other day"

Henry didn't answer until a smirk tilted the corner of his lips upwards. "Or I could help you?"

"Help me?" you gawked.

"Yeah" he nonchalantly shrugged, "Helped you once before, didn't I?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah" he smiled, "Only if you me want to, of course"

Your knees weakened and your heart was beating in all the wrong ways, so all you managed to do was giggle and shake your head in disbelief. "Well, yeah... I want to"

How were you going to tell him that the video was supposed to be of you fucking yourself with a baby pink dildo? And how exactly was he going to help? You had a long day ahead of you and the ridiculous amounts of school work you had to get done in the meantime didn't allow you to give these questions any kind of priority. All you wanted was for the evening to come around already even if you sweated profusely just at the thought of what was to come.

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lick-me-lennon22 · 3 years ago

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How they calm you down when you're very stressed/having a breakdown 💜

thanks so much to @betchq who requested this one! hope you enjoy :) 💕

(these ended up wayyy too long.. whoops :P)

Paul:

it's all too much- you can't take it anymore

one minute you're sitting on the bed venting to Paul about work and family troubles- frustrated, but not devastated- and suddenly you've spiraled again

you're practically hyperventilating, gripping the duvet so hard your knuckles turn white, sobbing about how unfair the world is and how you'll never truly be happy

"Woah, woah, what's this all about darling?" he interjects tenderly, a gentle finger lifting your chin up to look at him, briefly breaking you from the hope-devouring clutches of your panicked mind

"It's -*hic*- just too m-much to handle Paul, I -*hic*- c-cant do it anymore," you manage to squeak out between sobs, your voice wavering and your lip quivering

Paul gazes into your tear-filled eyes, scanning them with his own in an attempt to gain understanding, a deeply concerned expression on his face

he places a firm, loving hand on each of your shoulders, eyes still locked on yours

"Listen to me, my love- nothing, and I mean nothing, is so wrong or bad that you can't take it on, or that this world would be better off without you. I know things are difficult for ye right now and it's completely understandable that you're overwhelmed- but you will get through this. And I will stay glued to your side every step of the way"

you inhale shakily, the cascade of tears that once flowed down your cheeks slowing to a halt as Paul continues his pep talk:

"Regardless of how daunting and scary it seems and no matter what it takes, you are going to be okay- more than okay, you are going to get through this and emerge from it even better off and happier than ever before. Ye hear me?" he says sincerely- his gaze stern, piercing, and comforting all at the same time

you nod slowly, eyes glimmering with residual tears, and sniffle once more

"You are the strongest, most capable, and most resilient person I know. I don't ever want you to feel that the days are becoming too heavy for you to handle. And if you do you know you can always, always come to me, no matter how insignificant you think your struggles are- they're not. I don't care if I'm 'busy,' nothing ever takes priority over you and your wellbeing, Y/N. I mean that."

you smile up at him with appreciation as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs

"T-Thank you, Paul. It all just gets so overwhelming.. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's no trouble at all love, that's me job"- he gives you a small smile and pulls you in for a long, gentle hug

"I adore you Y/N, you are my whole world. Promise you'll come to me if you ever feel this way again?"

you nuzzle into Paul's chest: "I promise"

"That's my (girl/boy/love). I love you more than anything in this world- don't you ever forget that" ♡

John:

you don't even hear the front door open and shut, the sound drowned out by your sobs combined with the melancholy tunes coming from the record player on your dresser

"Y/N, I'm home!" John calls out, kicking off his shoes and coming to find you

he searches for you on the couch, at the dining room table, and then in the kitchen- but you're nowhere to be found

That's strange, he thinks, Y/N's almost always sat on the couch waiting for me when I come home...

"Where's my sweet birdie?~" he tries, striding briskly down the hallway to your shared bedroom, still in pursuit of his partner

John raps his knuckles against the wooden door and waits a few moments for a response

when he doesn't get one he turns the doorknob and pushes his way in, panic flooding his mind and senses

nothing could have prepared John for what he sees- the love of his life curled up fetal-style in bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, cheeks glistening with tears and features screwed up into an agonized expression

he rushes to your side immediately, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and shaking you softly to alert you of his presence

he spooks you and you startle, eyes snapping open in shock

"Are you alright, love? What happened- did somebody hurt you?? If someone upset ye I swear I'll make 'em rue the day they were born-" he seethes, interrupted only by you sitting up against the pillows and taking his hand in yours:

"J-John, calm down, I'm fine.."

"Did.. did I do something? Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong Y/N, whatever it is I'll fix it I promi-"

"No John, you've done everything right," you sigh

"It's j-just.." you trail off, unable to meet his gaze

he waits for a moment before encouraging you with a "Go on darling, you can tell me anything"

you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing- "Everything is so overwhelming and heavy.. just living feels like too much some days. I don't know what to do John, I'm downright miserable!!" you exclaim, your eyes once again welling up with tears

"..Oh sweetheart, come here" he opens his strong arms, pulling you in for an emotionally charged hug

John isn't the greatest at discussing feelings, so he offers comforting words instead

"Shh, everything's alright... I'm here, Johnny's got ye" he soothes, stroking your hair as you quiver in his arms, your body wracked with sobs

"I-It's just one of those days where I don't know how I'll ever b-be -*hic*- happy" you croak out, clutching his body close to yours

John draws in a deep breath before responding: "I understand how you feel- I've had plenty of those days meself," he confides in you

"But we can't let them stop us from living. Sometimes your perspective gets all screwed up and ye can't see through the bullshit your mind hurls at you,

"But one bad day is still just twenty-four hours, ye know? It helps me to think about that- that this too shall pass," he reassures you candidly, rubbing gentle circles into your back

"I know it seems impossible right now, but you'll- we'll," he corrects, "get everything sorted- including that pretty little 'ead of yours- and you'll feel like yourself again sooner than you know. Got that?" he asks

you simply nod, beginning to calm down but unable to speak just yet, and nuzzle further into John

he squeezes you tightly: "Y/N- ye know I know what it feels like to be stressed and depressed, and I just.." you hear John start to choke up and feel him tremble as he begins to cry, himself

"-ah don't ever want ye to feel hopeless like I 'ave, you know I'd take it all away in an instant if I could" he says, trying and failing to mask the wavering of his voice

"Even if it meant I'd have to take it all on meself instead, I can handle it- I'd do anything for you Y/N, I've never loved anyone or anything like I do you and it hurts me to see you in such pain"

John's voice breaks at the end of his monologue and you hear him sniffle

with that, you finally speak up: "Oh John, I'll be okay- I promise. Thank you for changing my perspective, it's just so difficult to pull yourself out of despair sometimes.. some days are just so.. heavy" you say, pulling back and looking up at him; "I didn't mean to make you cry too"

you dry your face with your sleeve and John takes your hands in his

"Y/N you know I understand completely, and I want ye to come right to me when the days get too overwhelming- I'll be sure to set your perspective straight. Don't you ever worry about making me upset or anythin' of the like, okay love?"

you nod- "And besides, I ain't crying" John says somewhat defensively and shifts his gaze away from you, still clutching your hands in his larger ones

you chuckle softly and roll your eyes at him- "Whatever you say Johnny.. you can't fool me, I know you're a softie" you tease, booping him gently on the nose

he pulls one hand back from yours, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly- "Yeah, yeah, that's enough" John says, expression hardening as he tries to disguise the grin making its way across his face

you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at you

"Thank you, John. I feel so much lighter now"

"Ahh, don't mention it darling. Anytime at all- you mean the world to me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, John." ♡

George:

to your boyfriend George, it's a day like any other

he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom, fizzy drink in hand, intent on watching some cartoons in bed with you

he knocks and upon hearing your, "Come in!" enters the room with an "'Ello, gorgeous!"

"Room for one more? I was thinking we could have a cartoon marathon this evening- what do ye think?" he proposes, approaching you and taking a sip of his drink

you hesitate a moment before answering: "Yeah, that's fine Geo" you say flatly, punctuated with a quiet sniffle

"...Are you feeling alright, dear? What's got you down?"

George sets his glass on the nightstand and sits beside you in bed

"Nothing's the matter babe, I'm okay" you mutter unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact

George studies your face, just now noticing the red and puffy appearance of your eyes

"Have you been crying..?" he asks gingerly and places a gentle hand on your cheek

you finally turn to look at him, sighing: "...yes but before you freak out, it's really nothing- just one of those days, you know?" you offer George a weak smile, downplaying your stress

"Y/N." he begins sternly, "I can tell when something's wrong. Do you want to tell me about it, doll?"

"I would, but there really isn't much to talk about... it's just life, I guess. Nothing specific" you shrug

"It's not 'just' anything- if it matters to you, it matters just as much to me," George reassures you sweetly

"Thank you Geo, but I don't know what to tell you. I just feel...tense and pessimistic, you know?"

George nods in understanding: "Really just that sort of day then, eh? That's the worst- ye can't target anything to fix it," he sympathizes and you nod in agreement

"Tell you what- I don't care if it takes all night, I'm gonna do whatever it is I can to make you feel comfortable and calm, all right? Starting with getting some food in ya- I know that always makes me feel better" he grins

you offer him a half-hearted smile, as much as you can muster in your state

"Of course it does, George" you chuckle, "that sounds lovely"

George disappears down the hall and returns just moments later kicking the door open, arms full of snacks and sweets (including jelly babies)

your face lights up at the sight of him

he unloads everything, opening his arms and dumping it all on the bed for you to choose whichever item you please

"Thank you, Geo" you giggle and grab one of the bags of crisps, opening it and promptly reaching in for a handful to munch on

"Anything else I can get you, darling? Anything at all?"

"Hmm.. no, I don't think so-" you start, but George cuts you off before you can finish your sentence

"Oh I know! You need a nice, warm cuppa- that'll be sure to soothe you. Be right back, love" he says and with that, he's out the door once more

you wait patiently in bed for a few minutes and graze on the treats George had brought you until he reappears, a ceramic mug in one hand and a box of tissues in the other

"Here you are dear," he says, handing the mug to you and placing the tissues on your nightstand- "I thought you might need these"

"You really didn't have to do all this, my love- thank you. It really warms my heart" you tell him earnestly, "I already feel so much better"

George beams at you: "Of course gorgeous, it's no trouble at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Hmm..." you contemplate his question for a moment before responding- "Just one more thing, I think"

"What is it, Y/N? Anything at all, just say the word"

"Get over here and cuddle me!"- you lift the blanket and invite him to lay with you

"I thought you'd never ask" George says cheekily and hops into bed, pulling you close to his chest to spoon you

(and reaching over you to grab an overflowing handful of crisps, shoveling them into his mouth)

you can't help but laugh and snuggle into George, your worries forgotten

"Thank you, Geo. You're the best"

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't look after my (girl/boy/love)? And besides, it's no inconvenience at all- don't you worry. I love you, Y/N"

"And I love you, George" ♡

Ringo:

Ringo has always made you feel safe, heard, and loved, and he's assured you that you can confide in him whenever you need to

he's made it a point to tell you to come to him whenever you need him, and that he'll drop everything to help you in any way he can

on one particular evening, nothing seems to be going right for you

you're beyond stressed and overwhelmed, and you can't help but break down from the pressure and weight of the world

at first when you step out into the living room, face red and tear-streaked, Ringo is oblivious

he carries on watching the television, gaze locked onto the technicolor screen

"Ritchie..?" you say meekly; "What is it, my love?" he calls out, eyes still fixed on the telly

upon seeing how invested he is in the program, you suddenly feel like a burden despite what he's told you numerous times before about coming to him when you're upset

"Umm.. nevermind" you squeak out, about to turn and drag yourself back to the bedroom when Ringo finally whips his head around to face you

his wide eyes take in your pathetic, hunched frame- hair tousled, eyes puffy and blanket pulled tight around you

"Oh my- sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" he scrambles up off of the sofa and rushes over to you, panic evident in his expression

he places his hands on your shoulders and looks you over, eyes searching yours for answers

"Yeah, I'm okay" you sniffle, "but.. remember all those times you told me I should come to you if I'm ever stressed out?"

"Of course I do love, what's got you so stressed?" he inquires delicately, rubbing your shoulders

"Life, existence, everything!" you confess, exhausted

"Oh honey, everything's alright- I promise! Come here" Ringo beckons you closer and smothers you in one of his renowned bear hugs

you begin to sob quietly into his shirt

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me today, I don't want to burden you-"

"Love, don't you ever worry about being overbearing or burdening me- I am always ready and willing to help you, please understand that. Managing your stress is so important and I'm thankful that ye came to me. That's what I'm here for" he reassures you as he holds you close to him

you sniffle and tremble, your tears soaking through his cotton t-shirt

"Shh, everything's going to be fine. It's okay to cry" Ringo soothes

"It's just a bad day. It doesn't mean that everything is falling apart, I promise. I'm right here. We've got this, together- you and I could take on the whole world if we had to!"

you pull back from his embrace and gaze into his eyes; "Really?"

"Of course we could, baby! Now let's get you to bed, how about that?"

you nod and Ringo lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared room and setting you down gently on the bed

he swaddles you in a blanket burrito and proceeds to kiss your tears away, peppering your face with little smooches that make your heart flutter and your mind go blank

"Ritchie!!" you exclaim, giggling

"What? Kisses are the best medicine"- you agree, as long as they're his at least

once he's finished administering your treatment, he asks: "What else can I fetch ye, cutie? Anything?"

"You!"

"Why, of course!" Ringo's grin widens, lighting up his face as he pulls you close to him in bed

you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, the dull thud of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene state of mind

for the remainder of the night Ringo refuses to leave your side, even when you drift off into peaceful slumber at last

"I love you, Y/N" he mumbles, the last thought occupying his mind before he too dozes off to sleep ♡

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Chapter 4 : Salacious Secret

pairing : fushiguro toji x fem!reader

warnings/tags : 18+, alternate universe - office, eventual romance, explicit language, explicit sexual content.

genre : angst + fluff + smut

word count : 2,624

a/n : good news- I got to post this a bit earlier than expected! thank you for your patience with this new chapter, it's been quite difficult for me to write in Toji's perspective and I find myself wanting to switch over to Y/N, but the challenge is bringing out some good plot points that I've been excited to write about. I find that I switch tenses in my writing without realizing, so please pay no mind, it's a work in progress! I hope you enjoy the newest chapter xx

18+ minors dni!!!

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Toji isn't really sure how he ended up like this: peering through the crack of a door while watching you lying across a desk with his idiot co-worker’s dick inside you. After years of working here, his expectations of Kaito having no self-control couldn't be any more correct. But he didn’t expect you to be the kind of woman to tag along.

Slowly, Toji backs away from the door contemplating his next move. It's foolish of him to hide in the darkness, but he can't show himself. No this has to be something he can hold over you... Use this as a threat. This… This is the perfect opportunity to blackmail you.

How predictable of you to sleep with the moron of the office. He thought you were better than this, he thought there was more to what meets the eye, but boy was he wrong. You’d probably sleep with anyone. Frankly, he wouldn’t be surprised if you are also fucking the blue-eyed womanizer from the train station.

Surely, he has to use this against you.

“I– I can’t hold it any longer,” Kaito stutters, then starts pounding into you again.

“What the fuck!” You shrill, shifting underneath Kaito. But he’s relentless, driving towards his climax. After a few slow thrusts, a moan stifles from his lips and he finishes. His chest heaves with effort as his hand keep himself propped on the desk to stop himself from collapsing on top of you.

“You fucking asshole,” you rage, pulling him out of you before pushing him away. You shimmy off the desk first pulling up your underwear that was hanging around your ankle, then tugging your skirt down that rod up your torso. Anger pulses through you, as you smooth out your hair.“What are you? 18? When I say wait, fucking wait.”

“I don’t know about you, but that was hot?” Kaito remarks while leaning on the desk, ignoring your exasperation, still high on the dopamine.

You roll your eyes and murmur something to yourself that is deafening to Toji’s ear. You scoff before turning to the door to say, “I’m going to check if someone is here.”

As you stride towards the door, Toji quickly hides down the hall behind some file cabinets. He’s pretty sure with his big stature that he will be seen within seconds, but he holds his breath anyway. The entire office is deadly quiet, as he watches you open the door slowly and listen.

“Is anybody–”

“Shh!” You whisper, pressing your hand to Kaito’s mouth to cut him off. There was no way to mask the irritation in your shush, even Toji could sense it, but it was very doubtful Kaito could even pick on it – only furthering Toji’s curiosity as to why you’re involved.

You walk down the hall into the main room, where everyone’s desks sit, becoming a shadow in Toji’s eyes. He can’t hear anything, not even the slightest sound movement and it troubles him. He strains his eyes trying to make out your body in the shroud of darkness, but his eyes start to play tricks on him. He hides back behind the cabinets focusing on the silence, waiting for anything to happen. He’s sure you didn’t see him, but perhaps you do know he’s here and you’re toying with him – it seems like you always do.

“No one’s here,” you call out, emerging back into the hallway.

“See told,” Kaito sniggers, holding out your jacket and purse.

“Shut up,” you say, as he helps you put on your coat. “You’re really annoying me today.”

“Could say the same for you,” he replies but quickly takes it back when you send him a dirty look.

You button up your coat then take the purse from Kaito’s hands, then turn away to leave the office while Kaito follows behind. Pausing, you look back at him.

“You should probably wait here,” you say, pressing your hand to his chest to stop him. “Ten minutes after I leave.”

“Why?”

“So no one sees us,” you scold. “Oh my god, you are an idiot.”

“An idiot that you have great sex with,” he returns.

“Yeah, sure, if you're an adolescent teen,” you sneer, shrugging off his comment and then walking away.

“So when’s next time?” Kaito asks.

“Confident of you to say that there will be a next time,” you retaliate.

“That’s what you said last week,” he teases.

“Kaito, if you don’t shut up, I will literally break your neck,” you threaten, glaring at him. “Have a goodnight.”

Toji watches you walk away. He thinks back to the night he initially met you, the grin on your face after joking with him. That stupid grin that pulled him in, that made him intrigued with you.

Well, fuck, he thinks. Now a tainted memory as he starts to wonder if that night was the night you and Kaito first hooked up.

The next day, when you emerge from the office, Toji’s eyes sting just looking at you – burning by the sight of your aura even as you stood across the room. His mind is still stuck on the scene he witnessed last night, realizing that it's something he just can't overlook. It’s the deadliest sin you can ever commit, and there’s no admission of guilt, fault, or mistake, just complete absence in your face.

The longer he stares at you, the more desperate he gets trying to connect your logic. Just what you’re thinking? He wanted to move, try to shake some sense back into you. You are better than this, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Your eyes snap to his, full of curiosity and surprise. A throbbing pain curls in Toji’s stomach, tormenting waves of anguish mixed with disappointment. He could feel his shoulders tense, as you pivot towards him. He sighs, peeling his eyes away from you to return to his work, but he can still feel your smolder by the building pressure in his chest.

“Mr. Fushiguro,” your voice calls out. It’s a wonder you remembered to call him by his last name instead of that cute nickname. Though you are in a professional setting, so he expects nothing less from you. Then again, he could be fooling himself, especially since you’re actually not even that professional.

Before he looks up to you, he pretends to complete a task that you’d so “rudely” interrupted. A flicker of disgust almost forms on his face, but he immediately shallows his true feelings. As he locks eye contact with you, he notices your full attention on him.

“Hm?” He exclaims, biting back the usual smirk that dresses his face.

“Can I see you in my office?” Your voice sounds firm and nowhere near what his ears are accustomed to. There was no warmth, no welcoming playfulness, just frigidness.

“Am I in trouble or something?” He jokes in an attempt to make light of the newly found version of you.

“Of course not,” you laugh, but it seems forceful. “Just need to discuss your performance.”

Toji doesn’t buy it. Recently he discussed with the president about how he’s doing, there’s no way you’d talk to him about it when you’re such a new employee. And though he doesn’t believe you, he decides to just go along with it. Standing up from the desk he follows you to your office down the hall and his head starts to spin remembering his late night encounter.

As he steps through the doorway, the office is a lot brighter during the day. Same big windows exposing the exterior sunlight, the same mundane walls, but instead of your office littered with picture frames and trophies like your superior, the room was fairly bare. A couple of boxes stacked against the wall beside some filing cabinets and a nearly empty desk with only a computer and stacks of files – nothing personal. Toji notes it.

“Please take a seat,” you exclaim before shutting the door.

The sound of the handle clicking shut gives Toji a hint as to what this is all about - he’s most definitely in some sort of trouble.

He takes a seat across from where he thought you’d be sitting at the desk, but the closer you got the more he sensed a shift in the setting. An eagerness narrows in your eyes as you plant yourself on the desk to face him. Sliding your hand back you grab a file and start to sift through it.

“I know you know,” you say, the words are jarring, aching with frustration.

Toji's heart stops. Smart and observant. Those are the kind of qualities that he can't find in many women, though he doesn't really take the time to get to know them to see in the first place. He wonders what gave it away. Maybe his hiding spot was actually more visible than he suspended... Or were you paying attention to little details in the room? Honestly, at this point, it doesn't really matter. All he can focus on is the tiny smirk you're trying to hide on your face.

“Could have at least given me the benefit of the doubt,” he responds gently. He likes that you’re getting straight to the point, unlike other women he’s met who pretend to hide their feelings – though he always knew what they were actually feeling.

You wince. Your lips tighten, jaw jutting forward slightly in response as a tiny lick of irritation pulses through your blood. Toji sees it all, taking notice of the burning anger in your eyes and it makes it easier for him to breathe, relieving a bit of the disappointment he feels towards you.

“How can I when I don’t know what you’ll do with that information,” you hiss.

This is too good for Toji, the pain in your voice only heightening to its full intensity. This time he’s going to get back at you. This time, the sight of him will burn your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you think I’m gonna out your little affair?” He teases.

“Fuck if I know,” you lash, your body tensing up. Your irritability bubbling more and more at the surface, making it harder and harder to ignore. Your eyebrows pull closer together, and Toji senses your adrenaline kicking in.

“Now what use is that to me if I tell everyone?” He asks, standing up from the chair. He takes in your demeanor while you try to settle the bursting rage. How could you have gotten yourself in such a bizarre situation with such a pretty face?

You try to stand too, about to push yourself off the desk, but Toji’s body blocks you. The space between the two of you is almost non-existent as he leans in hand pressed on the desk beside your legs.

“I’m a lot smarter than that, but I thought you were too,” he purrs.

Your face grows flush as you look away, unable to look into Toji’s blistering green eyes. The more he leans in, the more uncomfortable you look. He focuses on the way your lip twitches and the rest of your body shakes. You’re right where he wants you – weak.

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupts the tension.

“L/N-san, can I come in?”

The director’s voice echoes in the silence as you push Toji away and rush towards the door. It’s absolute dumb luck that you’ve been saved as you open the door to happily greet the director. But Toji believes that the rest of the conversation can continue later.

“Ah, Fushiguro you’re here too!” The director gasps in response, making eye contact with Toji. “Perfect, I wanted to talk to the both of you.”

You offer your seat at the desk to the director, and he insists that the conversation will be quick, continuing to stand between the two of you.

“The board and I have made a decision to hold a company event for team bonding,” he starts off, completely oblivious to the stress still in the air. “And I was hoping the both of you could plan it.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking at Toji with surprise. “You want us… to work together?”

The director nods with a content smile. You stop speaking abruptly, mouth shut tight and eyes wide.

“You don’t look quite enthused, L/N-san,” the director mentions.

“Well,” you start, swallowing hard before continuing. “Isn’t this, um, an office manager and HR responsibility?”

“It is, but our office manager no longer works for us,” the director responds, trying to laugh off the fact of how expendable most of the employees are. “And Toji has really proven his dedication to us, I couldn’t have picked a better duo.”

“Of course sir,” Toji chimes in with a wicked grin. “Seems like the perfect way to celebrate a completed project.”

“Ooh, don’t you worry Fushiguro,” the director adds. “There will be more!”

“More?” You croak, as panic begins to creep up on your face. You hold back a hiss, having to pretend the director hasn’t hit such a tender spot.

Toji can tell you don’t want him around, that you loathe him and it makes his presence more pitiful but he finds it to be the exact opposite - absolutely amusing.

“Yes,” the director says, then looks at Toji with a wink. “Fushiguro knows what I’m talking about.”

Toji tries his best not to draw back from the director, but the thought of you deeply unsettled by the developing relationship between himself and the director seems so much more enjoyable. The fact that you would squirm, wondering if Toji has revealed your secret. He loves the idea of making you feel uncomfortable.

“Yes sir,” Toji smiles. “I’m happy to help any way I can.”

“Right,” you mumble in a sarcastic tone that only Toji picks up on. But just as you’re about to roll your eyes, your voice switches. “Send me the budget and we’ll look into something for you!”

“Wonderful!” The director smiles, making his way out of the office. “I look forward to what you both have in mind!”

Toji nods, watching as the director leaves the room. Once he closes the door behind him, Toji’s eyes snap to you. Anger, yet relief dresses your face knowing you survived that awkward interaction to what could have evidently been your downfall.

“See, I can keep a secret,” Toji hums.

“And it better fucking stay that way,” you frown.

“Why does it matter, to begin with?” Toji answers immediately, and you pause, trying to collect your reason. So he asked again, but this time differently. “Why does that idiot even interest you anyway?”

“Why do you care so much, you pervert,” you deflect, before walking out of your own office.

Guess it's a new nickname now, Toji thinks to himself watching you walk away, while your ponytail swings back and forth. It could be the way you walk or just how you carry yourself but he finds it very alluring and he wonders what face you would make if he pulled it while you’re in a suggestive position beneath him–

No, he can’t think that way about you, not when your interest is in Kaito. Yet it doesn’t stop him as steps into the doorway to watch you walk down that hallway. You stop at the end, interacting with Kaito, and Toji wonders if you’re actually talking about work or scheming the next time to have sex. Either way, it’s blatantly obvious what’s going on between the two of you. Honestly, how does the entire office still not know?

But another thing doesn’t sit well with him as he continues to gaze in your direction - a sinking feeling settles in his gut. Perhaps it’s because he despises Kaito so much. Or perhaps because he started to dislike you as well. Regardless, it was a new kind of sensation and he doesn't really like it.

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