#i just think that there's a clear reason why these past like....four months i just feel like no one likes me
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Sometimes I wonder if people find me annoying and if I should stop replying to my mutuals/friends posts
Like maybe every time they see a notification from me they just silently beg "ugh, Raven, just shut up already"
But im sure it's all in my head right haha
#vent#i just think that there's a clear reason why these past like....four months i just feel like no one likes me#i also constantly worry if im not enough#and if I feel a stronger connection to my friends than they do to me#sometimes i wonder when my friends say âi love my friendsâ if im one of them#do they actually consider me a friend? or was it always one sided#this is dumb for a 20 yr old who should be more concerned with voting but it still hurts#and just because im an adult doesn't mean i cant have feelings#im sorry for venting this all in tumblr. i post these in hopes that no one sees them. because it works better than posting it in my server#because i dont want to burden my friends with my self consciousness#I'll probably delete this later sorry
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Meet Me in the Copy Room [CEO!Rhysand]
SUMMARY: Rhysand is Y/Nâs boss but he likes his secretary more than he should. (10.8k)
WARNINGS:Â teasing, swearing, kissing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (both receiving and face sitting), protected sex, multiple orgasms
A/N:Â this is a fic from my other account that I no longer use, I changed some bits around for it to fit Rhys' character after an anon had requested it!! Also, this is a Modern AU bc Rhysâ vibe screams CEO hehe
Y/N has worked in many places before Velaris LTD. She was a waitress for a brief few months when she was in college at a diner near her dorm. She was also a librarian for six months and a part-time barista in the cafe down the street from her parents home.Â
Sheâs done her share in retail and even a year working in the bank, but as of recent, the past seven months, sheâs been employed by Velaris LTD, one of the worlds finest trading companies.
Sheâs no longer assigned a God awful uniform, nor does she have to converse with the general public and adhere to the customers' every need. No. Now, Y/N has her own little office area with a big reception desk with her own phone and separate line across her bossâ office.Â
Now, she has her own computer and a little fax machine and she wears heels with pencil skirts and pretty blouses.
Given, sheâs a secretary, but an important one at that. Sheâs not the kind of secretary that runs pointless errands and gets her boss coffee while adhering to their every beck and call. She arranges meetings in the most elite of clubs and restaurants. She files the reports sheâs meant to and she handles his schedule and phone calls.Â
He may be the CEO, but Y/N is the one behind closed doors that ensures everything runs as smoothly as it does.
And sure, Rhysand is the literal face and name of his damn company and he should ideally hire someone to run the damn business for him, but heâs also narcissistic and refuses whenever itâs brought up to let another man or woman run his business for him.Â
Maybe thatâs what she likes so much about her job. That he doesnât trust anyone to be by his side except her.
Itâs something sheâs struggled to understand for the longest time. Sheâs three years younger than him, barely just turned twenty-six, yet he chose to hire her over all the other highly-qualified applicants.Â
She hasnât complained about it, would never. Her job is too good. As his personal secretary, her monthly wage is what four months at the diner used to get her. And donât get her started on the other perks her position offers.
Sheâs thankful, and she makes that very clear in every opportunity she gets. She didnât know Rhysand before she got the job, and if sheâs completely honest, sheâd never ever heard of him.Â
She expected him to be some stuck up prick that didnât respect women and only cared for his company and business. She was proven incredibly wrong at her interview when he made her a cup of tea and asked inclusive questions her previous employers didnât care to think of.
Within three weeks of having the job, sheâd learned more about him than the colleagues that have worked for him since the beginning of his firm. And she doesnât mean things like how he takes his coffee and his favourite places to go for lunch. She means she knows what laundry detergent he canât use because it irritates his skin.Â
She knows his mother and sister are the most important women to him, that he sometimes misses his mundane life working with his brothers. She knows the meanings behind almost every single tattoo he has and that while the press made him out to be a cheating womaniser when his fiancee left him two years ago, it was actually her that did the cheating and left him heartbroken.
Sheâs always wondered why Rhysand trusts her so much. Sheâs never given him a reason not to, and she never would, but itâs always been in the back of her mind. But then, she supposes she doesnât know why Rhys does a lot of things that regard her.Â
Like how, in the mornings, he brings her coffee on his way past her desk. How he always insists he delivers paperwork to her himself and softly apologises for how much she has to file away.Â
Or how heâll send her cheeky emails from his personal about how annoying Gerione is when she tries to flirt with him. And on more than one occasion, sheâs noticed him leaning in his chair to get a peek at her through the window of his office; craning his neck up to see her past the high wall of her reception-like desk.
She doesnât say anything to him, though. She supposes heâs trying to sneakily check in on her to make sure sheâs actually doing the work. Y/N knows sheâs not the youngest to work for Velaris LTD, but she is the youngest to be fully employed and not as an intern.Â
Sheâs faced ageism within the company since her first day. Sheâs either babied by the mothers of the company, or criticised and borderline bullied by the ones a few years older and higher up. She hasnât much let it get to her, though. She figures sheâs clearly a valuable asset if the company is still running and Rhysand still wants her by his side.
Today feels no different from any other. She gets to work at 7:45 AM, a sleepy smile on her lips as she greets Amora at the front desk. He smiles through tightly pursed lips and quickly avoids her gaze, greeting another worker with a high-pitched laugh and kissing their cheek.Â
Y/N keeps walking, doesnât let herself dwell and makes for the elevator. Sheâs alone until she gets up to the twelfth floor and the keycard clipped to her pencil skirt is gently patting against the left side of her lower tummy.
She doesnât let her eyes take in her appearance as she walks past the floor-to-ceiling mirror that encompasses an entire 15-foot long wall. She knows her ponytail is tight enough and that her shirt is probably a little wonky because her bag that rests on her shoulder is tugging at the collar of it.Â
She also doesnât let herself look to her right because she doesnât think she has the energy to pretend to ignore the snickers and grimaces from a few of the thirteenth-floor girls this morning.
Instead, Y/N rounds the corner and gets comfortable behind her desk. Her bag is tucked underneath it and her fingers make quick work of logging onto her computer and getting started for the day. Rhysandâs office is directly opposite her, thin windows either side of the tall door and from her seat, she can see his empty desk and a gorgeous view of the city.
Itâs exactly 8 AM when Rhysand greets her with her morning coffee. Heâs dressed in his usual slick black suit with a charming smile on those pink lips. Y/N would be lying if she said sheâs never thought about her boss in more than a professional way. Sheâs thought about him in many different scenarios where he has her in many different positions.
âGood morning, Rhysand,â she greets him softly, a gentle smile on her plump lips.Â
That was another thing that took her a while to get the hang of. Rhys doesnât like to be referred to by his last name. The first time she greeted him as such, he waved it off and insisted she called him Rhysand or Rhys.Â
Itâs been months since she even thought of his last time⊠to the point where every time she sees it on some paperwork, she struggles to pair it with him.
Rhys takes his time every morning to admire her and her outfit of the day. Heâs thoroughly pleased about the tight blouse and many open buttons at the top that offer the delicious view of the swell of her perky tits.
He averts his gaze with another charming grin, and can feel his trousers slowly begin to tighten as he places her coffee on her desk. âMorning, darling. How did you sleep?â he asks, always taking a few minutes out of his morning to make sure she feels okay and slept well the night before.
Rhysandâs never really known himself why he purposely goes out of his way to ask her these things. He doesnât bother to do much with any other of his workers, nor his previous personal secretaries.Â
He tells himself itâs because sheâs young and new, so he wants to make sure she feels as comfortable and as included as he can. But sheâs only three years younger than him and sheâs been working for him for over a year.
He needs to stop feeding himself that same bullshit excuse.
Y/N gleams a pretty smile and leans forward with her elbows on the desk, subsequently pressing her tits together deliciously. Rhysand licks his lips, eyeing up her chest before gazing back at her pretty smile again. But it doesnât go unnoticed and it stirs something that oozes confidence inside her.
She tilts her head a little, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes but Rhys doesnât notice. Figures sheâs too innocent to catch on to his somewhat advances, but little does he know.Â
âSlept okay, itâs just really hot in my house lately⊠I need to speak with my landlord about getting a new AC fitted or Iâll be stuck sleeping naked until further notice,â she tells him through a seemingly innocent sigh, shrugging her shoulders and as hard as Rhysand tries to hide his bulging eyes, she catches them, along with the bulging in his pants.
He raises his brows in amusement and a lopsided grin pulls at the corners of his pink lips. He tilts his head like she did. âDo you only sleep naked when your air con is broken? Thought thatâs something people living alone normally did? Freeing and all. I do it,â he shrugs his shoulders. Heâs subtly prying, trying to learn if she still lives alone in that cutsey townhouse just twenty minutes away, or if sheâs got a man on the scene.
He watches the apples of her cheeks twitch and he wonders if sheâs imagining him sleeping naked. She is. He smirks to himself at the thought of what she must be mustering up in that pretty little head of hers.Â
Itâs nothing new between the two; occasional flirting and topics that definitely should not be discussed between a boss and his secretary. He likes to watch her squirm and splutter and innocently reply in a way that has blood rushing to his cock.Â
Heâs always observed her closely during these types of interactions, knows how to read her body language. Heâs come to learn when she feels uncomfortable, and sheâs never shown any signs of discomfort during said topics.
âAnd it would be freeing if I didnât have a friend staying with me that often forgets to knock on my bedroom door before storming in,â she chuckles dryly, wondering if her words would rile him up or not.Â
She doesnât know why they would.Â
She figures itâs all just harmless banter between the two; a little bit of flirtatious teasing to loosen them up when things get a little stressy. Sheâs dead certain someone as successful as him would never actually want anything romantic with his fucking assistant.
His brows raise higher than before, can feel his hand ball into tightly clenched fists and he clears his throat, gritting his teeth behind a hard smile. âOh? Youâve got a friend staying with you?â he asks in a soft tone that doesnât suggest heâs pissy that her friend gets to see her naked and between her sheets.Â
He wonders what else she does naked between the sheets in the dead of night when she canât sleep.Â
She nods, soft hum verberating in her closed mouth as she types something quickly on her computer. âYeah, he just broke up with his girlfriend so heâs staying at mine until he can get his stuff out and move into the new flat heâs found.â She watches him inhale a shaky breath through his flared nostrils and avert his gaze to the wall behind her.
Sheâs got a glimmer of a smirk on her lips, eyes light and playful but he doesnât notice that. Rhysandâs too caught up with the newfound knowledge that itâs a male friend thatâs walking in on her naked.Â
She wonders if heâs imagining her naked in bed⊠or maybe entertaining the idea of her fucking her friend one night when he walks in on her. She thinks that might be it but it doesnât explain why he looks royally pissed⊠dare she say; jealous?
She tilts her head when he looks back down at her, jaw still set and he clears his throat, seemingly trying to cool himself down. His elbows are bent as his forearms rest on the top of his desk, his back arched just slightly.Â
âNot got anyone else he can stay with? What did they break up for?â he pushes further, hopes sheâll turn around and say itâs because he realised heâs gay. She doesnât.
Instead, Y/N shrugs her shoulders and her elbow leans on the desk, her chin sitting in the palm of her hands as she gazes up at him leaning on the second level of her station.Â
âThings werenât working, he didnât wanna be tied down just yet. Wanted to have a bit of fun before settling.â She can see the gears in his head turn and tick away as he hums absentmindedly.
She tries not to squint at him, to gauge his reaction and decipher what the meaning behind his distant gaze is. She tries not to look too closely into his blushing cheeks and set jaw. She tries not to let herself fantasise about him being jealous and wanting her to himself. She tries, but it doesnât work.
Rhysand hums, nodding as if he gets it and maybe he does. She knows all about his one night stands and sleepless nights at the strip clubs he frequents. She also knows about the countless booty calls that tend to frequent his office, only for him to ask her to call security to escort the women out.Â
And she absolutely should not find great joy in watching them huff as security links their beefy arms in their dainty ones, but she does.
Y/N thinks she keeps that secret to herself, but more times than not, Rhysandâs seen the hint of a smirk tug at the corner of her lips when he leans on the doorframe of his office. He knows she doesnât notice him watching her, he likes knowing she thinks he doesnât see things. He sees it all.
âWell hopefully heâll be out of your hair soon enough,â he proposes and she has a sneaky suspicion that heâs subtly asking how long heâll be staying with her. Which is exactly what heâs doing. Y/N hums again and shrugs her shoulders.Â
âActually, I donât mind him being there, I quite enjoy the company. Gets a bit lonely in the evenings sometimes, to be honest,â she baits.
She watches with a small smirk as Rhys inhales a deep and hollow breath, bowing his head a little so his chin almost rests against his black tie, his jaw knocking against his shirt collar. She doesnât know where this sudden confidence is coming from. Can she even call it confidence? She isnât flirting, just baiting him to gauge his reactions.
âDonât fancy going out with your girlfriends?â He tries to steer away from the topic of other men in her life, but Y/N isnât finished just yet.Â
âSometimes, on the weekends, sure. But it gets a bit annoying when guys donât know how to take a hint and keep trying to hit on you all night,â she sighs in fake annoyance and sheâs certain she sees red flash through Rhysandâs eyes.
She lets herself think heâs jealous, protective. The thought of her boss thinking of her in a sexual manner and hating the idea of other men being in her home or hitting on her is exciting. Itâs a thrilling rush of blood that causes tingles between her thighs and has her pressing them together beneath her desk.
Rhysandâs none the wiser. His fists clench at the image of another man dancing up her but his cock bloats at the thought of her dancing on a night out. No doubt in a short and tight dress. He knows tonight heâll let himself think he can feel the swell of her ass rubbing against his crotch, let himself think he can taste her lips on his tongue.
He doesnât say anything else and Y/N thinks heâs thoroughly fucked in his head. âWell, Iâve emailed over your schedule for the morning. Have a good day, Rhys.â
//
Through the rest of the morning, Rhysand struggles to focus on anything that isnât her. Heâs had two conference calls and for both video meetings from his office, heâs been leaned over in his chair with a strained neck, trying to catch sight of what sheâs doing at her desk through the thin window in his door.Â
He was more than thankful when the calls ended because when she sat on her knees on her chair and leaned over the top of the desk, her tits almost spilled out of her blouse and Rhysand spent the rest of the hour sporting a rock hard boner.
He thinks sheâs doing it on purpose when she comes into him after her lunch break. Sheâs taken her hair out of her ponytail and it falls in loose waves down her shoulders.Â
She enters his office with her hands full of paperwork that just so happen to stop beneath the swell of her breasts so theyâre able to sit on the pile; all perky and swollen. Sheâs got a shy smirk on her lips, too. Like she knows sheâs taking her end of the teasing a little further and she lets out a little huff of relief after she plops them onto his desk.
Rhys doesnât try to hide his stare on her chest and she wonders if he catches her staring at the thick bulge in his pants. Neither parties say anything to the other but as their eyes meet, itâs like an unspoken understanding is pieced together.Â
A silent acknowledgement that they both know what the other is doing and that theyâre more than okay with it. Like all lines between them are completely blurred and any boundaries are ready to be pushed aside.
He watches her hips sway as she leaves his office, closing the door behind her when she leaves. His neck cranes again as he leans to his side in his swivel chair, watching her type something on her computer through the window again.Â
Her brows are furrowed softly as she stands and rounds her desk, meeting his gaze through the thin glass and walking past his office completely. He tries to watch her but she disappears from his line of sight and an email pings through his laptop.
Y/N: Meet me in the copy room.
Heâs leaping out of his chair before he can even push himself away from his desk. His strides are long and quick as he rips his office door open and slams it closed behind him. He clears his throat and avoids the gaze of his employees, ignores the ogling looks he earns from the women he knows touch themselves to the thought of him late at night.
Rhysand sneaks his way into the copy room, kicking the door closed behind him. She stands in front of him, leaning against the copier with a flirtatiously shy smile. He reaches blindly behind him and twists the lock, his bottom lip taut between his teeth as he ogles her shamelessly. She feels shy under his gaze, knowing he doesnât care to hide how attracted he is to her.
She doesnât have time to feel awkward or rake her brain for something to say because heâs rushing toward her and with both large hands caressing her cheeks, his lips are smearing against hers.Â
Y/N reaches up and tangles her fingers in his messily styled hair, twisting the curls and tugging softly. His hands leave her face in desperation as they pinch at her hips before rounding her body and squeezing deliciously at her ass.
She tastes like strawberries; her tongue swirling against his. His mind is swimming and all he wants to do is taste her little honey pot, wants to know if she tastes as sweet down there as she does on her tongue.Â
Sheâs no better. His tongue works skilfully against her, licking into her warm mouth and nibbling softly at her bottom lip. She canât help but suckle filthily on his tongue, wishing to God she was on her knees as he fucks her mouth.
Both of their minds are hazy; like everything they feel is overwhelming and yet not enough all at once. Y/N feels the pulsing between her thighs, can feel her little lace panties soaking up her arousal and Rhysandâs cock is painfully hard in his pantsâknows his tip is fucking leaking and no doubt a delicious purple shade.
âGod, Iâve been wanting to do this for so long,â he admits gruffly into her mouth, grabbing handfuls of her ass over her skirt but itâs too tight for him to spread her cheeks like he fucking needs to.Â
Y/N whimpers into his mouth and he hikes her up and onto the desk, just beside the copier machine. He rolls her skirt up her thighs until itâs bunched tightly around her waist. Her clothed pussy sits against the cold wood and she shudders, tugging him between her spread legs.
âWhy didnât you?â She breathes heavily into the kiss.Â
His hands are gripping at her thighs; the cool metal of his rings sending chills through her body and sheâs desperately stripping him from his suit jacket. He groans, hands rushing back up to her face to cup her jaw while he struggles to fight against her to keep his jacket on.Â
He kisses her lips and pulls away, mind foggy but he wants to take his time with her, not have a quick fuck in the copy room and never again after that.
âDidnât know if you wanted it, too,â he breathes, warm breath fanning across her lips and she reaches up blindly to kiss him again. Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen, and Rhysandâs fucked at the sight of her.Â
âI do want to, if it wasnât already obvious,â she groans shyly, a heavy heat sitting on her cheeks and he chuckles, ego inflating as his cock pulses in his pants.
âIâm gonna fuck you so good, baby,â he promises and her eyes light up before she lets him finish his sentence. âBut not here, not now. I want to take my time with you,â he rumbles through his chest, cupping her cheeks again and Y/N pouts breathlessly, her once confident demeanour slowly shifting and she feels a little small under his gaze.
âFuck me now and take your time with me later,â she bargains, not even the slightest bit ashamed of how forward and desperate sheâs letting herself seem.Â
Heâs no better. The second the words slip from her lips, heâs kissing her again; harder than before. Itâs desperate; needy and raw. His fingers are tugging her shirt down and her breasts spill over and out of her bra.
Y/Nâs head falls back as he tweaks a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as he continues his assault down her lean neck. Sheâs letting breathy whimpers slip past her lips as her head rolls against her shoulder. Y/N scratches at his back, tugging off his suit jacket and he throws it across the boxed room.
Rhys dips his head from her neck, kissing across her clavicle and nipping at her collarbones. He massages hungry open-mouthed kisses across the swell of her tits, circling her pearled nipple with his skilled tongue and she shudders as he envelopes his lips around it, suckling softly and flicking his tongue.
âRhys,â she breathes in a wanton pant.Â
He feels his cock bloat at the sound of his name slipping past her lips in a desperate whimper. Hearing her shudder his name as he latches on her nipple is something he didnât know he needed to hear.
âBest tits Iâve ever seen,â he mumbles as he pulls off her with a kiss to her areola, biting at her cleavage.Â
Y/Nâs fingers are desperately fumbling with his tie, tugging it loose and popping open a few buttons. Rhysand doesnât give her the time or chance to open more than two before heâs shoving her tiny lace panties to the side and swirling his middle finger through her dripping folds.
Rhys groans at the feel of her; soft and warm, completely fucking drenched. The tip of his finger teases at her hole, swirling around her soaked folds but she wants more, needs it. He seems to sense her desperation because, without a second longer of anticipation, he pushes his finger in and massages at her squishy walls.
He splutters pathetically against her chest, his grip on her hip tightening as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of her dripping heat.Â
âOh shit, youâre so tight,â he groans, completely fucking mesmerised by the way her little pussy is clenching onto him.Â
He wonders if his cock will even fit. She shudders breathlessly, thighs willing to clench shut but he doesnât let them.
His fingers are much longer than hers; hitting deeper than sheâs ever able to in the dead of night when she canât sleep. Her head falls back and Rhysand latches his lips onto her neck, pulling out so his fingertip rests at her hole before he lunges back in with a second digit.
Theyâre twisting in a âcome hitherâ motion, pads of his fingertips massaging at her squishy spot and sheâs quivering and trembling under his touch. Her clit feels like itâs on fire, angry and desperate from the neglect itâs facing so she sneaks a hand between their bodies, holding her weight on one arm as she leans back, and offers herself a pinch of relief.
Itâs a filthy fucking sight for Rhys to be privy to; watching her little fingers rub deliciously at her soaked, swollen clit. Heâs painfully hard but fuck, he wants to see her cum all over his hand before he releases his bloated cock.Â
âFuck, Rhysand⊠oh shit,â sheâs gasping frantically, legs twitching and toes curling.
He canât help but wonder how long itâs been since someone last touched her this good. Heâs only had his hands on her for a couple of minutes and he can feel how close she is to her tipping point, how badly she needs to explode. He wonders if heâs about to make her cum harder than she ever has before.
Sheâs getting loud, too vocal for them to get away with the quick rendezvous theyâre playing at. Itâs when he tests the waters and scissors his fingers before picking up his pace that she falls uncontrollable with the desperate cries and filthy whines.Â
He has no other choice than to shove her until her back is pressed against the desk and heâs leaning over her trembling body to press a hand over her mouth.
Y/Nâs muffled moans vibrate against his palm and he watches the delicious sight with a deep hunger in his eyes. His teeth are gritted, breaths and grunts seething between them at the sight of her tits bouncing across her chest.Â
âCum, gonna cum!â he hears her muffled voice beg into his hand, a smug grin tugging helplessly at the corners of his lips and he coaxes it out of her.
âThatâs it, baby. Cum for me. Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl? My good girl?â he spurs her on, eyes rolling at the sensation of her tiny pussy spasming around his thick fingers and fuck, heâs sure heâs about to cum in his pants over it.
Y/N thrashes against the table, chasing her high as he finger fucks her through it. The sounds are obscene; muffled pleas and filthy squelching noises that sound from her messy cunt.
He slows his pace and lets her calm from her orgasm, nosing through her chest and he smears his parted lips across her tits, his tongue sitting on his bottom lip as he does so. Rhysand suckles gently on her pearled nipple as he moves his hand from her mouth and sheâs tangling her fingers in his hair, deep breaths causing her chest to ripple.
Y/Nâs eyes are fluttering, dazed and overwhelmed and they both know her legs are still trembling in the after-shock. Sheâs still desperate, though â inhibitions out the window and she no longer wants to play coy or hard to get. She wants his cock and she wants it shoved so deep inside of her that she wonât be able to walk for weeks.
âPlease,â she murmurs through half-lidded eyes. Rhysâ brows furrow gently as he pulls off her chest, licking his lips and trying to chase her wanton gaze. When he finally does, he notices just how flushed and fucked she is. Heâs a little taken back, if heâs honest. He knows the effect he has on women in the bedroom, but none quite like this for a quick fingerbang in the copy room.
Rhysand reaches for her face, cupping her jaw in his palm and she finally meets his eyes. Sheâs blinking back rose-tinted hues of arousal to try and see him clearer, but even when her vision isnât stained with lust, he still looks ravishing and itâs painful.
âPlease, what, Miss Y/L/N?â he teases.
Rhysandâs got a sick grin on his face at the way her entire body shudders at his tone and choice of words. Sheâs a whimpering mess again but heâs barely got his hands on her â one on her hip and the other cupping her jaw.Â
âUse your words,â he coaxes. Her lashes flutter angelically across her cheekbones and her lips blabber open and closed like a helpless fish out of water.
âFuck, need you inside of me. Want your cock.â Y/Nâs shuddering at her own choice of words. Sheâs always loved a bit of dirty talk but not once has it ever really come into play with past partners and if sheâs honest, she feels way too shy and filthy. But she fucking loves it.
She loves the way he takes a deep breath â the way he growls to himself to try and fix his composure. She thinks heâs about to give into her, pound her raw and have her sobbing for more, baby, please, I need more! But what she gets is the complete opposite.
Rhysandâs lips hover over her ear, nosing at her neck on his way up before heâs nibbling his way across her jaw until his lips ghost hers.
âNot when youâre so fucked out, Princess. Let me come home with you tonight, back to your place. Iâll be your company,â he nips at her bottom lip, nosing at her jaw again and her head flutters back for a moment, eyes rolling.Â
âMy place? But my â my friend is thereâŠâ she trails off breathlessly, struggling to keep her grip on reality when Rhys begins to suck a bruise against her neck.
He pulls away with a sly grin, eyes hooded and dark and her lashes flutter as she drinks him in. He reaches forward and nips at her bottom lip again. âI know.â
//
Sheâs nervous as she climbs into his car. He insisted he drive them home and back to work tomorrow morning, which means he plans on staying the night and Y/N is not opposed to that in the slightest.Â
But her nerves are getting the best of her when he reaches across the console and lets his hand rest on her thigh, squeezing generously and gnawing on his own bottom lip.
Her mind is working so hard on overdrive that she canât even focus on one thing to worry about. Rhysand on the other hand, has one thing on his mind and one thing only. Her.Â
Excitement is rushing through his veins and heâs sure he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Blood is rushing to his thick cock and all he can think about is her sweet pussy and how itâll taste when he has her sitting on his face; the only seat sheâll ever want and need.
They make it to her townhouse in no time and sheâs clambering out of the car before he has the chance to switch the engine off. He knows sheâs just as nervous as she is excited but he doesnât say anything on the matter â at least, not yet.Â
He follows her up the steps to the door, arms shaking around her waist and he kisses across the exposed expanse of her neck, flicking his tongue over the fresh bruise thatâs darkened as the day dwindled on.
Neither of them seem to care that itâs still partly daylight and wandering eyes are no doubt watching on with sickening glances and judgemental stares. Y/N struggles to unlock the front door, too busy trying not to roll her head back in pleasure and anticipation. She loosens up a little as he licks wet stripes up her neck, nibbling on the tender skin and the second the door is open, heâs pinning her against it as it slams shut behind them.
His mouth is on her neck, suckling and licking his way up to her jaw, nipping at the curved edge before he licks across the shell of her ear. âGonna have you dripping on my cock and screaming in my mouth, Princess,â he promises. His tone is dirty, dark and raspy and Y/Nâs thinks sheâs ready to submit to absolutely anything he fucking wants.
Sheâs pathetic, really â nodding frantically â eager to please. She doesnât make an effort to hurry them to her bedroom. Sheâs too caught in the moment Rhysand thinks he wants to have her friend catch her being fucked roughly against her front door, let him know sheâs already being treated as good as it fucking gets.
âPlease, Rhys. Need it so bad, please,â she blabbers wetly.Â
He kisses her quickly; hot and sticky. Their tongues are dancing a frantic rhythm but their lips still manage to mould and fit like puzzle pieces. Rhysandâs hands are hot on her waist, trailing up her body until he cups beneath the swell of her pretty tits.
âPlease, what? What do you need, my love?â he coaxes, suckling on her bottom lip and sheâs got half a mind to push him to his knees and hike her thighs over his shoulders. But she doesnât have the will power or the guts and sheâd much rather him dominate the absolute shit out of her.
His demeaning tone has her shaking â nimble fingers trying to tug and claw at the expensive blazer of his suit. She doesnât know if it excites or frustrates him, but it does spur him on to tear her pretty blouse open and rip her bra in two.Â
He ignores her shriek of shock and latches his wet mouth to her tit, sucking her hardened nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue across it.
Y/Nâs head rolls back and knocks against the front door, wanton whimpers and yelps shrieking from her throat. Rhysand spares no expense â heâs grunting and moaning, coursing vibrations and shrills through her body that has her pulsing core blazing. She feels like sheâs on fire and Rhysand feels like a starving man thatâs finally about to eat a three course meal.
First, heâll make her cum with his fingers. Then with his cock. And for dessert, heâll have her on his face while he laps up everything else she has to offer. But Rhys doesnât take into consideration that maybe she wants to taste him, too.
âNeed your cock in my mouth.â
The filthy admission takes him back and for a split second, heâs stunned. Rhys halts his attack on her chest and leans back to get a proper look at her. Y/Nâs eyes are blazing a fiery red, one that screams need and touch. Sheâs fucked, utterly. Messy hair and smeared lip gloss across the lower half of her face.
His own eyes are hooded as he watches her very slowly slide down the door. Her knees are bending and he knows whatâs coming, what sheâs trying to do. Rhysand has half a mind to stop her, to remind her whoâs in charge and that he just wants to taste her, to make her feel good.Â
The other half tells him to tear out her hair band and hold her hair and head in place with his fist, tells him to let her stuff her mouth with his length by the front door and pray and hope her friend just so happens to be home.
Her shaky hands are unbuckling his belt, tugging down his zipper. Her knees hit the entrance carpet and she reaches back behind her to tug her hair completely loose from her elastic. Rhysand watches, chin meeting his chest, as she massages out the kinks before throwing it over her shoulder.
He canât stop staring at her as she tugs his pants down just enough to palm over the thick and hard bulge in his boxers. He makes no effort to bite back a grunt and the soft whine that follows. Rhysâ eyes are on her but sheâs got her gaze focussed on his clothed cock.
Y/N leans forward, nosing at his thick length. Her mouth is parted; bottom lip dragging a wet strip across the expensive, cotton material as she makes her way up for the little strip of thin hairs that dust down to his sweet spot. When she gets to the top of the elastic, her tongue slips from her mouth and a bold, wet stripe is licked fatly up to his bellybutton.
She feels him shudder, hands on the fronts of his thighs and they creep up to the waistband of his boxers. Rhysandâs got one hand tangled in her hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp and the other is leaning against her front door, supporting his crushing weight up.
âAre you gonna take all of me, baby?â he coaxes.Â
Spit begins to well in her mouth as she tugs his boxers down and sheâs finally face to face with her bossâ thick, long cock. Heâs massive, that much sheâs certain of and the way his tip glistens an angry pink proves heâs just as eager as she is. She wonders if heâs been as hard since the copy room earlier today.
Rhysandâs tugging at her hair, trying to get her to focus on the situation at hand rather than ogling at his cock. He usually wouldnât mind, but right now heâs far too desperate to be lodged down her warm throat to think about anything else. His cock twitches as it slaps at his lower abdomen, leaving damp trails of precum in his tipâs wake.
Itâs standing tall when Y/N leans forward on her knees. Sheâs got her palms bracing her weight on his thick thighs and her tongue sits on her bottom lip, licking a bold and wide strip up the entire eight inches of his thick length. Rhysandâs grunting when her tongue swirls around his head before sheâs suckling the soft flesh into her mouth.
Her cheeks are softly hollowed and gentle hums of approval sound around him at the salty taste that sits heady on her tongue. Her lips are stretched around his puffy head, the actual width of him nearly choking her but fuck, if she doesnât love it with every ounce of her dirty little soul.
Sheâs got those innocent doe eyes staring up at him while she suckles on his length. Relaxing her throat to take him a little deeper, Y/N pumps in a firm fist what she canât fit; twisting her wrist.Â
Rhys canât keep his fucking eyes off her â puffy lips swollen and stretched and if he sees another dribble of saliva drip from her lips and down the valley of her tits, heâs gonna cum straight down her throat.
âFuck, such a good mouth. So fucking good, Princess,â he goads.Â
Heâs gnawing hard on his bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his pretty little secretary on her knees with her mouth stuffed with his cock. Rhysand canât help his ego from inflating when she lets him guide his hips until he hits the back of her throat, choking her lightly and she splutters around his length.
Itâs filthy â the noises her mouth and his cock are making â but Rhysandâs living for it. Pools and dribbles of saliva and precum are spilling and bubbling from the corners of her mouth and the swells of her tits are soaked from it alone. Sheâs comfy on her knees now and takes her free hand from his thigh to tug his pants and boxers down further.
Sheâs picked up her pace, sucking harder and fisting the few inches she canât take. Y/Nâs hand snakes further down and reaches around a little until sheâs cupping and massaging his aching balls, coaxing the release she knows heâs about to give her. His taste is getting saltier on her tongue and his hips are staggering with each gentle thrust he offers into her throat.
Rhysâ grip on her hair is hard and tight, knuckles bumping at her skull as he tries to drill her head closer to him, to force more of him down her throat. As much as she tries to relax herself, she canât take him all and she wants nothing more than to bury her nose in the short hairs that lead from his bellybutton to his shaft.
âSuch a good girl for me. Sucking me so fucking well, gonna cum,â he warns and praises the young woman and she comes off him with a frantic gasp.Â
Her eyes are watering and his cock is soaked, but that doesnât stop her from spitting the rest of his arousal on his length and pumping him as quickly as she can.
Sheâs got that confidence about her again as she focuses on his tip, fisting both hands around his throbbing cock as she smears her swollen lips across his sensitive head. She smacks it against her tongue, offering hollow sucks to guide him over the edge.
Rhysâ got his forehead resting against the door and heâs grunting and groaning, biting back animalistic moans. He canât wrap his head around it, the most sloppy and incredible blowjob heâs ever had.Â
âWanna taste it. Cum, Rhysand,â she whines greedily, one hand leaving his cock to tear her blouse open just enough for her tits to spill out of it. âCum all over my tits, baby.â
His orgasm washes over him with a heady grunt and hot spurts of white ribbons that smother her tits perfectly. Sheâs standing on her knees, using the tip of his aching cock as a paintbrush to smear his cum across her lustful chest. Heâs smashing his head against the door, trying to blink away the orgasmic-bliss heâs been thrown in and take a grip of reality again.
When he finally looks down at her, stepping back a little from the door, heâs panting and twitching and sheâs licking her lips clean. Y/Nâs got that innocent sparkle sitting in her eyes again. Rhysand has to shake his head and let out an exasperated laugh. Heâs smoothing down her tangled and matted hair and guiding her back to her feet.
âSo fucking sexy,â he groans when he takes note of her cum-smothered tits.Â
His lips are smearing against hers greedily, and thereâs something so exciting and erotic about tasting himself on her sweet tongue. Her hands are soaked and sticky but she still tangles them in his hair to kiss him harder.
Sheâs too fucking horny to feel shy or embarrassed about what sheâs just done against her front door. âGonna fuck me now? Thought you promised me youâd fuck me with your cock?â she whispers tauntingly against his lips and he grins, still completely fucked out.
Even though heâs painfully hard again, he doesnât have it in him to sheath himself in her tight little cunt just yet. Heâs got stamina, but his poor cock canât recover from a blinding orgasm like that too quickly. He nods, hands on her ass and heâs groping like a starved man.Â
âAnd I will, Princess. But you got a taste of me, itâs only fair I get a taste of you, donât you think?â he teases.
Sheâs putty in his hands, though â nodding breathlessly as her nose bumps his. She can feel his hard cock against her middle and he gives her pert ass a spank, enticing a high whine from her raw lips.Â
âSuppose you better show me to your room then, my love⊠unless you want your friend to come and watch?â he offers, like he wouldnât be opposed in the slightest.
If Rhysandâs honest, maybe he wouldnât. Maybe heâd gladly let her friend watch him absolutely ruin her tight cunt.
âPut your cock in your pants,â she breathes, the firm order doing nothing but coaxing dribbles of precum from his dick. He shoves himself back in his boxers but makes no attempt to button up his trousers while she covers her chest again.
Y/Nâs got her hand in his as she leads him up the steps of her townhouse, hips swaying more than usual and Rhysand knows, but heâs too horny to tease her for it. All he can think about is having that ass sat on his face and heâs salivating at the thought of her taste.
He doesnât take in the decor on the walls or the frilly rug on the floor of the hall. He doesnât even take in the style of her bedroom when she shoves him inside and kicks the door closed. Rhysand, instead, is too busy tearing her blouse open and ignoring the buttons skidding across her oak floors.
Sheâs no better, eager to get him naked and claw at his tattooed chest. Theyâre both naked in seconds, hands all over the other in a desperate attempt to get off. Sheâs guiding him to her bed, tits in his face and he paws at her breasts as she straddles his lap. She expects him to pin her down, to devour her little cunt but he doesnât.
He kisses her lips and grips her thighs â laying on his back with his head on her pillow and tugging her up his body and she starts to get the hint when she stops on his chest. Rhysandâs frowning, kneading at her thighs and jutting his chin in the air a little.
âTold you I wanted a taste, now come and sit on your throne, Princess.â Sheâs giddy with excitement and arousal, head cloudy and she lets him guide her up the rest of his body.Â
Her entire pussy is slick and swollen when her knees rest either side of his head. He loops his arms around her legs and rests his hands on her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks.
âFucking look at you, baby. So wet and so soft,â he coos, craning his head up to suck bruises on her thighs. Y/Nâs got her fingers tangled in his messy dark locks and when he spreads her ass apart, she falls a little and her soaked cunt sits on his face.
Rhysandâs mouth wastes no time, sucking and licking and nibbling at her hole and clit. Heâs swirling wet strokes through her folds, deep and long. Her sweet scent is heavy on his tongue and heâs got his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss. Y/N is a mess above him â head thrown back and fingers tugging at his unruly locks.
âOh my God,â she whines, breathing erratically but Rhysandâs having the time of his life.Â
She shudders as he brings a hand down on her ass, her meaty flesh jiggling before heâs grabbing it again and pulling her apart and further up his face. Heâs got a knot in his brow, tongue circling at her weeping hole and he canât get enough of her taste.
âSo good, so fucking good. Donât stop,â she begs, desperate and eager.Â
Rhys lets his tongue trail up the length of her pussy until the flatness of his tongue is rubbing at her swollen clit, enticing moan after filthy moan to slip from her silky tongue. He wraps his mouth around her little nub, sucking and nibbling and sheâs seeing stars.
Y/N canât seem to catch her breath and sheâs rolling her hips on his face like she fucking owns him. Rhysand comes off her clit with a little pop, open-mouthed kisses smeared over her dripping cunt and he sucks a swollen lip into his mouth, biting teasingly and she gasps into the dim room.
Her nipples have puckered in the cool air and one hand leaves his head to tweak and pinch at one of the neglected nubs. Sheâs trembling on his face, thighs clenching around his head as he kneads and spanks at her ass. Rhysandâs grunting deliciously into her cunt, sending vibrations through the womanâs core and egging her on.
He knows sheâs close, knew he wouldnât have to be between her thighs for too long after she came so quickly from his fingers earlier in the copy room, but that doesnât mean he wouldnât gladly spend hours devouring her. Sheâs sweet â sweeter than he hoped and expected â and itâs better than any feeling heâs ever had before. Sweet like watermelon with a tangy hint.
Itâs fucking intoxicating and when she cums, it only tastes better. âIâm cuming, oh shit, oh GodâŠâ Y/N canât think straight.Â
Her vision is blinding by streaking light that blocks her sight and the wanton and borderline pornographic moans are music to Rhysandâs ears. Sheâs shaking, body jolting and when Rhys opens his eyes to watch her unravel on his tongue, all he sees is her head rolling back and the underswell of her tits bouncing before her back coils and she hunches into herself.
Heâs lapping her of every single last drop she has, desperate to have her taste lingering on his tongue for as long as he possibly can. His cock is overly bloated and sticky as precum sticks to his lower abdomen but maybe his ego is even more bloated, knowing he didnât even have to use his fingers to get her quivering and begging above him.
âFuck,â she gasps in a slow drawl.Â
Her voice is deep and raspy, like sheâs seething as she tries to catch her breath and stop the shakes from taking over in her post-orgasmic state. Rhysandâs kitten licking her softly, moving his head to bite playfully at the thickness of her inner thighs and he traces over a soft, faded stretch mark with his tongue.
âSweetest fucking pussy Iâve ever tasted,â he groans in approval.Â
Rhys maneuvers them both so sheâs pressed against the mattress, and even in her fucked-out, overly-blissed state, sheâs still whining and eager for his cock again. Sheâs insatiable and Rhysand canât help the amused chuckle that slips from his lips.
âSo fucking desperate, Princess,â he taunts.
He takes a moment to admire her, take her all in. Her pussy is swollen, soaked still and he can almost see her clit pulsing as her hole clenches. Her chest is rattling in deep breaths and her eyes are lidded heavily as she creeps her foot up his thigh, reaching for his hard cock.
He hums appreciatively, spreading her bent knees open and crawling between her legs again. Heâs got a hand resting by her head to support his weight â the other gripping her chin in his hold and he forces her mouth open as he lets saliva well in his mouth.
She gets the hint, knows what heâs about to do and sheâs desperate to get a taste of herself from him. Y/Nâs tongue falls out flat on her bottom lip, eyes a little wider and she holds his firm gaze when he spits on her tongue and forces her mouth closed again.Â
The sweetness of her arousal is heavy in her mouth and she swallows what he offered before her lips part again and her tongue is licking up at his stubbly chin, reaching for his lips.
Rhysandâs eyes are blazing, dick twitching against her thigh and he kisses her hard, teeth clashing and tongues dancing an uncoordinated rhythm, but it works. Y/N suckles on his tongue as he groans, pinching at her nipple before he reaches down to palm his cock some.
âNeed to get a condom,â he breathes into her mouth but sheâs shaking her head. He leaves his cock and reaches for her cunt, attending to her fiery clit thatâs far too sensitive but she welcomes the touch, nonetheless.Â
âWanna feel you,â she admits, no shame in the embarrassingly desperate statement and Rhysand thinks heâs about to fucking explode on her cunt before he even gets a proper feel of it.
He wants to, needs to feel her slick and velvety walls hug and suck him in, wants to be consumed by her heat and arousal but even in his lust-filled state, his brain is still turned on. He shakes his head painfully.Â
âNext time,â he offers, doesnât miss the way Y/Nâs eyes light up at the insinuation but she nods with a desperate, laboured breath.
She reaches to her side for her nightstand, retrieving a foil packet from the top drawer and she rips it open with her teeth before Rhysand can take it from her. His eyes are wide when she tugs it from the packaging and reaches down for his cock. She pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it over his thick head, sliding it slick down his shaft and heâs grunting in pleasure over the act.
âFuck. Youâre so sexy,â he mutters gruffly against her lips and she whimpers, eyes rolling back at the sheer tone of his voice. Her legs are spread wide as he reaches for his cock and rubs himself up and down her folds a few times.
Y/Nâs giddy with excitement, pussy clenching in anticipation and he slowly rolls his hips forward, his fat tip nudging through the tight entrance ring of her pussy and she shudders a gentle shriek at the obvious intrusion.
âOh, fuck!â she gasps out.Â
Her chest is already heaving when he begins to sheath himself in, spreading her wide and drilling in deep. Y/Nâs eyes have rolled to the back of her head and her toes have curled inwardly and just how much heâs filling her up.
Rhysandâs no better â teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut. His grip on her hips have his knuckles turning white but neither of them seem to mind the bruises thatâll be apparent in the morning. Sheâs tight around him, warm and slick and even with the condom, he can feel every pulse her pussy offers.
Rhys rolls his hips slowly, getting her used to his thick girth and generous length. Y/Nâs clawing at his shoulders with each soft whine until his pace begins to pick up and the bed starts to rock. Her tits are bouncing on her chest, nipples hard and desperate for a good sucking.
He manoeuvres his body to lean his head down, biting on her hard nub and sucking. âShit, youâre so fucking big, oh my God,â she praises through a strangled moan. Heâs snapping his hips, grunting and smirking against her slobbery tits.Â
His tongue is flicking over her nipple in quick strokes as his teeth bite softly but sheâs keening at the blissful shoots of pain.
ïżœïżœïżœTight pussy, baby. Tightest fucking pussy Iâve ever had.â He pops off her breast and smears his lips against hers.Â
She can still taste him on her tongue and the feel of his lips on hers is overwhelming. His thick cock is brushing against all the good spots and she canât wrap her head around how sex could ever feel this good.
âFaster, please, faster. Just like that,â she begs out through another broken moan. Heâs seething through gritted teeth as he wills back his animalistic grunts, drills his hips in quicker thrusts and the wet squelches of his cock and her pussy is music to both of their ears.
âHear that? Hear how fucking wet you are?â he teases, leaning back and shuffling until heâs on his knees between her quaking thighs. âFuck, you fit me so fucking good, Princess.â Heâs gnawing down on his bottom lip, likely drawing blood but he canât bring himself to care.
Y/Nâs got her head thrown back in her pillows, eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lashes flutter like angel wings. âThis cunt was fucking made for me,â he growls through gritted teeth as he releases his lower lip. Sheâs nodding helplessly at his words, crying out in pure ecstasy at the filth heâs talking and she fucking loves it.
âAll yours, Rhys. Pussyâs all yours,â she agrees quickly.Â
Her voice is broken, high pitched and whiney. Rhysand thinks itâs borderline pornographic and it only makes his cock throb in her cunt. âFuck,â he seethes, watching the way her full breasts bounce on her chest.
He lets his gaze avert to where they meet â where his thick cock is drilling into her cunt and fucking her into the mattress. Heâs completely slick with every thrust that has his dick pulling out of her. His balls are slapping against her ass, slick with her wetness that leaks from her tight hole and even both their thighs are growing sticky from her arousal and their sweat.
Between them, theyâre eager messes, desperate for a hot release and itâs haunting the both of them. Rhysand can feel her cunt clench tenderly around him and Y/N can feel his cock twitching between her soft walls.Â
âFuck, can feel you squeezing me baby, making you feel good, Princess?â He knows heâs making her feel fucking heavenly but the narcassist in him needs to hear that bit of praise.
Sheâs nodding frantically, eager to give him what he wants to hear. âYes, fuck, yes! So good, Rhys. I love your cock, makes me feel so fucking full.â Sheâs moaning through every word, sentence broken by wanton cries and pornographic whines. Sheâs fucking filthy, dribble running down the corners of her lips as she speaks.
Rhysandâs fucked, can feel his release toppling close to the edge but he needs to feel her cum around him first. âYeah? You like me buried in your tight little cunt, my love? Like feeling me in your fucking tummy?â He sets a firm palm across her stomach, adding just enough pressure to feel himself nudge at her lower abdomen and his head is spinning.
âMore, please. Iâm gonna fucking cum, Rhys. Make me cum on your cock, make me cum, please.â Sheâs begging through desperate tears and Rhysandâs ego is through the fucking roof. His eyes are rolling back at the sound of her broken pleads and he leans closer.
Heâs got one hand holding his weight by her head, the other locking around her throat. He watches for a moment, still pounding into her, to see if she tells him to stop, tells him she doesnât like that. But she reaches up and tightens his hold on her throat and her other hand snakes between them to rub feverishly at her swollen clit.
âHarder,â she demands, voice steady and dark and thereâs a primal instinct that washes over Rhysand that tells him to fucking obliterate her. Heâs choking her as his cock tears into her, weeping in the condom and Y/Nâs sobbing beneath him.
Her thighs begin to tremble, eyes rolled right back and she feels like sheâs floating. âIâm cuming! Rhys, Iâm gonna cum!â Her body convulses under his touch and waves of bliss roll over her. Sheâs cumming around his cock, shaking and sobbing and whining like a dirty little girl and Rhysandâs living for it.
He fucks her through her state of bliss, grip still tight on her throat until he feels her calm down and heâs ready to explode. Even in her blissed out state, Y/N knows what she wants. She suckles on his thumb as he grips her jaw and takes her spare hand to push him back just enough to pull his cock out of her cunt.
With hooded eyes and swollen lips, she peels off the condom and tosses it to the side. Rhysandâs eyes are blown wide, brows knitted and even in her hazy state she can see how desperate his cock is for a relief.
Heâs hissing when she wraps a hand around his wet length and lazily starts pumping his shaft. âIf you canât come in my pussy, I want your cum all over it.â His head falls back at the admission, cock twitching in her hand and it only takes a few futile pumps before sheâs smearing his tip across her swollen clit and heâs cumming.
Hot ribbons of clear-ish cum paint her cunt, spilling across her folds and clit in desperate spurts. âFuck, oh shit. So good, such a good fucking girl,â heâs praising in broken moans and wanton whines.
Y/Nâs pussy clenches around nothing as she watches his thick cock slowly soften to one of a slightly smaller size. Theyâre both fucked out as Rhysand catches his breath and falls to her side, panting and heaving with a sweaty and heavy chest.
She can barely keep her eyes open, thighs still trembling from her post-orgasmic state and Rhysandâs trying to come to terms with what just happened. Heâs too infatuated to scold himself for fucking a damn employee. For fucking his secretary.
He can hear her heavy breathing from beside her and he peeks a look, watching her eyes flutter as she stares up at her ceiling. He holds his breath in hopes of hearing any movement on the other side of the bedroom door but all he can hear is his heart hammering through his body.
He takes a heaving breath and looks back up at the ceiling. âYou think your friend mightâve heard us?â He speaks up, breaking the silence. He hears her breath stagger and silence before she lets out an uneven sigh and he can feel her chest shaking.
Rhysand turns to her with pinched brows and sheâs grinning with eyes squinted shut. âWhat? What are you laughing at?â Sheâs giggling again and Rhys sits up to get a better look at her. Sheâs thoroughly fucked out.
âI donât have a friend staying with me,â she admits shyly through a broken laugh and it takes Rhysand a hot second to grasp onto what sheâs just said. When he does, his eyes widen and jaw falls slack, smirk tugging on the corners of his parted lips.
Y/N turns to him, running a hand through his matted hair and she gnaws on her bottom lip, staring into his fucked out eyes. âJust wanted to try and get you in my bed,â she confesses.
Theyâre both grinning; Y/N letting out a squealed shriek as Rhysand pounces on top of her and pins her hands above her head, nosing and biting at her jaw and neck. His eyes are gleaming nothing but mischief as his nose knocks hers and he notices the fire in her eyes.
He nips at her lips. âYou lied to me? To get me in your bed like Iâm some sort of cheap hooker?â Heâs teasing her now and the banter has her stomach flipping. Y/N shrugs, feigning nonchalance, eyes blazing and she licks into his mouth.Â
âWorked though, didnât it?â
Rhysand pulls away from her lips just enough to see the look on her face. Sheâs shy under his gaze, innocent eyes staring up at him but thereâs still that flash of filth and cheekiness thatâs loitering behind them and when she gnaws on her bottom lip, Rhysand canât help but feel completely fucked.
âYou little minx.â
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the op of that "you should restart your computer every few days" post blocked me so i'm going to perform the full hater move of writing my own post to explain why he's wrong
why should you listen to me: took operating system design and a "how to go from transistors to a pipelined CPU" class in college, i have several servers (one physical, four virtual) that i maintain, i use nixos which is the linux distribution for people who are even bigger fucking nerds about computers than the typical linux user. i also ran this past the other people i know that are similarly tech competent and they also agreed OP is wrong (haven't run this post by them but nothing i say here is controversial).
anyway the tl;dr here is:
you don't need to shut down or restart your computer unless something is wrong or you need to install updates
i think this misconception that restarting is necessary comes from the fact that restarting often fixes problems, and so people think that the problems are because of the not restarting. this is, generally, not true. in most cases there's some specific program (or part of the operating system) that's gotten into a bad state, and restarting that one program would fix it. but restarting is easier since you don't have to identify specifically what's gone wrong. the most common problem i can think of that wouldn't fall under this category is your graphics card drivers fucking up; that's not something you can easily reinitialize without restarting the entire OS.
this isn't saying that restarting is a bad step; if you don't want to bother trying to figure out the problem, it's not a bad first go. personally, if something goes wrong i like to try to solve it without a restart, but i also know way, way more about computers than most people.
as more evidence to point to this, i would point out that servers are typically not restarted unless there's a specific need. this is not because they run special operating systems or have special parts; people can and do run servers using commodity consumer hardware, and while linux is much more common in the server world, it doesn't have any special features to make it more capable of long operation. my server with the longest uptime is 9 months, and i'd have one with even more uptime than that if i hadn't fucked it up so bad two months ago i had to restore from a full disk backup. the laptop i'm typing this on has about a month of uptime (including time spent in sleep mode). i've had servers with uptimes measuring in years.
there's also a lot of people that think that the parts being at an elevated temperature just from running is harmful. this is also, in general, not true. i'd be worried about running it at 100% full blast CPU/GPU for months on end, but nobody reading this post is doing that.
the other reason i see a lot is energy use. the typical energy use of a computer not doing anything is like... 20-30 watts. this is about two or three lightbulbs worth. that's not nothing, but it's not a lot to be concerned over. in terms of monetary cost, that's maybe $10 on your power bill. if it's in sleep mode it's even less, and if it's in full-blown hibernation mode it's literally zero.
there are also people in the replies to that post giving reasons. all of them are false.
temporary files generally don't use enough disk space to be worth worrying about
programs that leak memory return it all to the OS when they're closed, so it's enough to just close the program itself. and the OS generally doesn't leak memory.
'clearing your RAM' is not a thing you need to do. neither is resetting your registry values.
your computer can absolutely use disk space from deleted files without a restart. i've taken a server that was almost completely full, deleted a bunch of unnecessary files, and it continued fine without a restart.
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DOMESTICS
Sirius black x reader, 1100 Â words
summary: all you wanted to do was cook Sirius some chicken for dinner, but perhaps things donât always go your way.
c/w: established relationship, alcohol consumption, swearing and crying, argument between Sirus and Reader. Practically just tame, basic relationship angst that turns into fluff :)
The classic casual Friday night is always a big step in any intimate relationship. Stepping out of uncomfortable outfits and delicate table foods into comfy hoodies and junky snacks creates a whole new level of intimacy with a partner, and can be quite nerve wracking for at least the first few instances.Â
But you and Sirius are way past that.
On the first date, you stayed the night at his for two whole days. You met his best friends on that second day, and he met yours just four days later. James said you were funny, and Lily said Sirus was smitten. He admired your comfortableness with him while you appreciated his lack of care towards your groggy state every morning, and a week in you both shared your deepest traumas with each other. On some random Wednesday your parents turned up unannounced in your apartment, which is when he met them both shirtless and slightly hungover (though he concealed the latter expertly).
So, two months later it is entirely expected to have Sirius lounging on your couch, watching some Netflix overproduced action show and as you cook dinner. Usually he prefers taking control of the kitchen because he âlikes to spoil his girlsâ, but he did not impose when you insisted it was your turn to give him some love. The kitchen smells like a variety of spices and mouth-watering flavours, and despite the simple dish you are preparing the kitchen looks like a professional chef is making a world-famous meal. Plates, pots and pans are spread around, ingredients spilled on any and all surfaces and your state decreased to completely dishevelled, huffing and puffing at every slight inconvenience to come your way. âThis needs to be perfect for him.â You think, anxiously managing every element with not a moment to spare. Unbeknownst to you Sirus has now snuck over, and softly places his chiselled chin on your shoulder as you peer over the cooking meat.
âLooks raw.â He states nonchalantly, arms creeping around your waist. âI know. Itâs not done yet.â You explain bluntly, words leaving your mouth slightly more harsh than you intended. But you donât take them back, as your focus is entirely taken up by the meal in front of you.
Wait, I thought it was done? Whatâs it meant to look like if it is done? What does it taste like? What more does it need?
He soon releases you, walking away to the bathroom as he calls out. âSorry for not wanting to be poisoned I guess!â You huff, opting to not fight back in fear of putting too much energy into something that doesnât really matter in the scheme of things. You and Sirius are both painfully stubborn when you want to be, and are often laughed at by your friends for getting in ridiculous arguments. Once, you needed to go on a walk and clear your head after the two of you debated which Barbie movie is the best.
As he returns from the bathroom he subtly side eyes the chicken, seeing you have now placed it on a plate ready for serving. Against his better judgment, he calls out, in a half cough half word amalgamation which complains âstill rawâ. Would it be smart for you to reply? No, of course not! But do you do it anyway? Obviously!
âWELL WHY DONâT YOU COOK THEN MR PERFECT?!â You snap, eyes erratic and wide as you face him. He scoffs, hands placed on the kitchen counter opposite you.
âIâd be happy to, but you didnât fucking let me!â
âDidnât let you? Iâm not your mother, Iâm sorry I wanted to do something nice for you!â
âWell it isnât nice if Iâm too sick to go to work tomorrow!â
âRelax hard ass, you start work at three!â The argument quickly escalates past the point of reasonable, as Siriusâ arms flail widely about and the vegetables are left to burn in the oven.
In a closing statement you call Sirius a âspoilt bratâ and he storms off, slamming the bedroom door behind him so he can no longer hear you if you try to apologise. Tears well in your eyes as you look around, realising what just happened truly as your brain finally processes. How can your worst argument be about some stupid chicken? You rush to repair the damage of your distractions to the meal, pulling the vegetables out of the oven as your salty tears fall within. You can barely see through your exaggerated sobs, mad at yourself for all manner of things.
Why did you let his simple comments go to your head? What if heâs right, and the meals a disaster? Will he despise you now for going so off the handle? Is this the last night of your fleeting romance?
You quietly serve up the food as these thoughts run through your head, wiping away gushing tears and snot as you go. Once itâs done, you tentatively go over to the closed door of the bedroom and knock a few times. You hear some shuffles, and the door is opened to reveal an unimpressed Sirus. âSorryâŠâ You mumble, eyes glued to the wooden floor between you. He pushes past you in silence, grabbing his plate and sitting down on the plush couch. As much as you would like to beg for forgiveness and list all the reasons you should stay together, you donât deem that important when he pats the space next to him to sit down, handing you a sympathetic yet weak smile. âI know you didnât mean it.â He finally gets out, eyes drilling into your still shy figure. âI just was trying to help.â âI know. But I didnât want you to have to worry. I wanted to spoil you; you know?â His hand falls onto your thigh, the other placing the chicken in his hungry mouth. You join him in eating the meal, and reluctantly admit what you wished wasnât true.
âItâs not fully cooked.â You pout, tears still glossing your eyes. He chuckles, placing his plate down and enveloping you in a hug. âThatâs fine gorgeous. UberEats it is.â You pull back and quickly peck his lips, a smile forming on both your faces as you respond.
âOnly if itâs Mexican.â
âDeal.â
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I'm wonderinggggg....could you write something where Suguru breaks up with his s/o and realises it was a mistake? Like how do you think he would try to win her over again?
âI wish you roses while you can still smell themâ
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You always swore ever since you were a teenager that you would never let a man make you cry. You would never sit and cry in front of a man. You practically cursed the idea of that ever happening to you. Images of your mother crying because of your father made their way into your head. How she loved him so much, and yet he still left. You remembered wondering how could a love like this turn so sour? Why are you bared the responsibility of witnessing a dying love?
Nothing could have prepared you for happiness to be given to you, and have it snatched from your fingers before you had a say.
Because truth be told, the way Suguru broke up with you, was the day clouds stormed the sky. Your shared room that he no longer slept in felt colder and darker. You had closed your eyes that night extra tight, gripping the pillow that he slept on. Wondering if you wanted to burn it to a crisp
Or maybe hold it close to your nose so the scent of him never goes away.
âIm sorry Y/NâŠI justâŠI donât know if I feel the same way anymoreâ
Heartache wasnât even the word for it. 4 years down the drain. With a stupid explanation that made no sense. The man that claimed to love you so much for the last four fucking years couldnât even give you a decent reason? You were left to wonder if it was you.
4 years ago you wouldâve punched yourself for even thinking that. Why is it that in the movies or book youâve read the woman always thinks itâs their fault?
But the feeling isnât realized until it happens to you. Insecurities, questions without answers. You swore you hated Suguru Getou. You hated him for leaving little things around your previously shared apartment that reminded you of him. His Marlboro red pack cigarettes, his dumb cologne lingered in the air, and you didnât know if it scared you or relieved you when you no longer could smell it from how long it had been.
Suguru Getou was the first man to ever make you feel like you were less than. Maybe it wasnât on purpose. Maybe it was the way he softly spoke to you even when he was breaking your heart. Holding his favorite snacks in a connivence store plastic bag. The contents of it dropping (dramatic yes, but true).
So what exactly do you do when said ex boyfriend shows up at your front door at 2 am on a Friday night? Your silk nightgown slipping past your shoulders. The slight breeze making you blink even more tiredly. Wanting to crawl back to bed and sleep. Itâs been a lot of sleepless nights due to work. It wasnât easy being a nail tech, you are usually booked months in advanced. So that means your days are always planned around around that. At least on the weekdays.
âSuguru?â You rub the sleep out of your eyes. Your door had been merely cracked open. You lived alone now, who knows what creep could be lurking around.
âHey, Iâm sorryâŠfuck Iâm sorry baby I-â Suguruâs voice sighed. Your eyes finally landed on him as you fully awoken.
He looked as good as ever. Not that you werenât really shocked. It had only been 6 months since he broke up with you, 3 since you had last seen him. Since he came to pick up the last of his things. Which ended up in you coldly acknowledging him and retreating back to your room with a loud slam. You had made it quite clear that you wanted nothing to do with it.
He lookedâŠtired? Which wasnât that unusual for him after working or a long day. But 2 am on a Friday was a whole new level. His hair was held back in a hair tie. The black gauges in his ears didnât look like the ones you had seen last. Making note to yourself that even now you could remember even the smallest details of the tall man standing in front of you.
âWhat are you doing here Suguru?â You snap at him. âDo you have any idea what time it is?â
Suguru offers you a weak smile. He knows he has no right to be knocking on your door.
âIm justâŠI donât knowâ He said truthfully. Which led you to even more confusion. You didnât want to play these games. You had been over it for 3 months now. You couldnât wouldnât let him ruin your progress.
You sighed, you were just tired.
âThat doesnât really help me with figuring out why youâre hereâŠâ
âI know, I know okay. I know I shouldnât be here YN. I know I have no right to come here asking for any sort of time but I just need you to hear me outâ
He doesnât miss the sour and angry look on your face. Suguru is used to it by now, all your friends throw him the same look when they see him. It was the last look he remembers on your face. The one before that was angst and solemn. All because of him, and he has to keep reminding himself so.
âTo hell with you. Iâve spent the last fucking 6 months feeling sorry for myself for a man that didnât give a fuck about me in the end.â Even cussing him out you looked so beautiful. Your hair tied up holding your arms as the chill made its way in through t your opened door. Suguru swears- no, he knows he remembers every beauty mark, every blemish, and every birth mark on your body. Something he will probably never see again thanks to himself. Even angry you looked ethereal. Suguru would worship you given the chance again.
He wasnât counting his luck thoughâŠ.
âAre you even listening to me?â You ask in disbelief. âUnbelievable, go home. Youâre drunk probablyâ Your hand grabbed your doorknob tightly and quickly made it shut it. However a boot came to stop it. You felt anger course through your body now more than ever. Is this how it was going to be?
âJust..pleaseâ
âIs that all you can say to me? Please? Sorry? I shouldnât be here? I told you the last time we talked that I wanted nothing to do with you, isnât that what you wanted?â hurt crossed his features. For a moment you felt bad. But you quickly were to shrug the feeling off.
Why should you feel bad? You didnât break his heart, you werenât prancing around a new girlfriend four months after the breakup. You have to keep strong is what you keep reminding yourself. Over and over again. Crying for you nowhere.
Crying never made Suguru Getou come back. It never made him feel pity to you and be a man to apologize for his wrongdoings. He did you so dirty so why did it hurt seeing him so fragile?
Where was the empathy for you?
âThatâs not true!â His voice boomed your quiet apartment.
âIt might as well be!â
âTodayâs was supposed to be our 5 year anniversaryâŠâ
You scoff. âYeahhh I think itâs time for you to goâ
âI had something I bought um, before everythingâ Suguru moves his left hand to move some stray pieces of hair that hung over his face. âI wanted to give it to you, itâs the least I can do. Plus, itâs something that you really wanted and I canâtâŠâ Suguru pauses. Looking at you as if heâs studying you. Like he needs to, he knows you like the back of his hand and you were aware of that.
You look back at him. Feeling your emotions rush your body.
please donât cry YNâŠdonât cry , donât cry, donât cry
âListenâŠâ You look up. Already feeling your eyes burn. God damnit.
I want to hate you Suguru Getou , damn you.
âI donât know what kind of sick joke this is, maybe you get off to watching me cry or something. But I need you to leave me alone please.â A whimper escapes your throat. You look around, anywhere but at him. To try and at least keep some of your dignity.
âYouâve done so much to meâ
Suguru shifts, his hands in his pockets. You couldnât see but he himself was holding on to tears. He had no right to cry in front of you. Not after the way he hurt you. âIm sorry..â
âI donât need your sorry!â You yell at him. Yanking the door open and hearing it slam against the wall. âI donât need anything from you Suguru Getou! Not after what you did, not after the way you stand there looking at me as if you love me so damn much. Like you used to, when I know and you know that itâs all a fabricated lie! Youâve been here for five minutes and I still donât know what motivated you to come back here after 6 fucking months, but you know what? Truth is maybe I never really knew you. So maybe I cried for no damn reason. I cried over a stranger!â
âI never lied to you, when I told you I loved you I meant that shit so donât say I didnâtâ
You laugh bitterly. âWhat about when you said you didnât?â
He didnât have an answer for that one.
âGoodnight Suguru. I hope you find whatever the fuck it is youâre looking for.â You said more gently. You donât know why. You just hated the way he still made you feel.
Because you didnât hate Suguru Getou.
You loved him with every fiber of your being, and yet that still wasnât enough for him.
The door closes softly, a click and a lock follow. This time he doesnât stop you.
This time Suguru hang his head low and lets out a shaky breath.
His hand digging into his pocket to clutch what was meant for you.
A ring.
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the ebb and flow of fate part 5
Cazriel x f!ReaderÂ
(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (epilogue)
Summary: Everything made sense, looking back in time. The pull she felt to them, beyond the bounds of friendship. Theyâd be the reason she tore all of her hair out, this entire damned thing was a mess.Â
Warnings: angst, illness, discussions of death, smut, minors dni
Word Count: ~3.1k
A/N: a short one, but I wanted to update this! Itâs not over yet, I promise
âI thought you wouldâve figured it out by now,â Cassian shot back at her.Â
Azriel watched as the bond snapped. Counted the seconds it took her to reply. Fifty six. Less than a minute for his heart to crush. Maybe it was his fault, for assuming it might fix everything. Still, an angry and dangerous hurt filled him. The type of hurt that would make him reckless, that would make him say and do things heâd regret, so he left. Left her and Cassian in some kind of stand off. Did it make him a coward? To turn his back and walk away? Maybe, but it was the safe option. The option to cause the least harm.Â
The weight of the last several months settled on him.Â
You deserve it.Â
Maybe she had a point. Even if he didnât regret the things heâd done in the past, it had to balance out somewhere. Why would he deserve anything good?Â
Azriel sought out Rhys, he couldnât handle Cassian right now, but he needed an outlet. Some way to get all of his anger and hurt out. His brother didnât ask questions, didnât pry, but stayed in the ring with him until they were both covered with sweat and filled with exhaustion.Â
It didnât work.Â
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Mates. Mates. Mates. The obnoxious voice in the back of her mind repeated. She wouldnât lie to herself, they were telling the truth. Everything made sense, looking back in time. The pull she felt to them, beyond the bounds of friendship. Theyâd be the reason she tore all of her hair out, this entire damned thing was a mess.Â
Could fate throw a wrench in plans she hadnât actually made? She should consider herself blessed to find two mates, but she never imagined herself mated this young. Not before her first century. They probably didnât either.Â
Her mind drifted to the state of their world, of the impending conflicts constantly around the corner. Could she forgive herself if she ignored them? Ignored herself? Only to have it ripped away unexpectedly.Â
It was not the time to make a decision. A few weeks passed, and they all made careful circles around each other. Back to ignoring, thrown back to the past, and it was miserable. She was miserable. This wasnât the past she wanted to be thrown into.Â
Azriel had turned his back. Azriel walked away. Again, like a gods-damned coward. Cassian left after she kicked him out. If she accepted the bond, is this what waited for her? Constant fights, turning their backs on each other, always falling out and making up, only for everything to crash down again.Â
Deep in herself, she knew she couldnât go centuries without them, but she wasnât sure she could handle centuries of that. Miserable with them, or without them.Â
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It started with a barely noticeable shake in her hand, followed by increased headaches. Not often, but more than usual. It didnât impair her life, not significantly, but it was enough to bring her to Madja.
The healer looked ⊠contemplative, and worried. She knew it would be bad news, at this point she was just waiting to hear how bad.Â
âI need to look into it more.âÂ
Thatâs the last thing she wanted to hear. A few weeks passed, and it was all she could think about. Even pushing thoughts of the mating bond aside. Sheâd given up on bugging Madja, who said sheâd call her if she had any news. Finally, she received a letter, a summons with little detail, and burst out of the library as fast as she could, winnowing as soon as she cleared the wards.Â
âWhat is it?â She didnât bother with a pleasant greeting, especially when she saw the look on her face. After working alongside her for a few years, she knew that one, and her heart dropped to her stomach. âWhat is it?â She repeated, lower this time. Madja motioned for her to sit, she obeyed, and the female took a chair across from her.Â
âItâs killing you.â At least she didnât mince her words.Â
âAny more details?âÂ
âIt could be three years, it could be three hundred, could be a thousand.âÂ
âRight,â she swallowed, tilting her head towards the ceiling, willing the tears away.Â
âWeâll find ways to manage it, I have more contacts to reach out to.â Madja continued, gently.Â
âManage,â she repeated faintly.Â
âHave you told your mates about it?âÂ
She winced, taking a breath to center herself. âWeâre not on speaking terms.âÂ
Madja clicked her tongue, âit could be three years, it could be three hundred, maybe a thousand. Do you want to live the rest of your life ignoring them? Is your grudge worth it?â
No. It wasnât. She didnât need to say it, Madja read the look on her face, returning it with one of approval.Â
Tonight. She would do it tonight, before she ran out of time. Walking back to the Townhouse, she thought of how she would do it. First step would be to get the two of them alone. Then ⊠maybe just tell them sheâs ready. She didnât bother going back to the library, there was no way she could focus. Not now.Â
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âWhat if weâre not ready?âÂ
Each word sliced into her, carving her heart open for them to see. Her eyes shuttered closed, taking a few moments to trap the tears behind, to will them away.Â
All she could manage was a stiff nod, before making a quick exit - nearly at a sprint, if sheâs being honest. She made it all the way out of the townhouse, winnowing down to the sidra, to a secluded spot near the river, before she broke.Â
Knees hit the pavement, gravel embedding in her skin, her hands cradling her head as tears flowed, leaving a salty taste on her lips.Â
âThought I might find you here.âÂ
Amren. For fucks sake. Out of everyone to find comfort in, Amren was at the bottom of her list, not that she wanted comfort or company. Right now, she wanted to wallow in herself.Â
A small, but surprisingly strong hand gripped her shoulder, yanking her back to her feet. Silver eyes looked at her with a mix of distaste and pity.
âWhat?â
Those eyes narrowed in warning, but she didnât care. Nothing could hurt now, not as she let numbness take over, and let herself slip into that void without feeling, the inbetween state where nothing mattered.Â
âYouâre all idiots.âÂ
A broken laugh left her, one hand rubbing her forehead. She couldâve sworn Amrenâs blood red lips curved at the corners, however briefly.Â
âDo you have any good advice?âÂ
Amren ignored the sneaky barb, tilting her head to assess her. As always, it felt like she was stripping her bare, somehow staring into the dark depths of her soul. âThe three of you need to drag your heads out of your asses.â She scowled, that wasnât much better. âWhat exactly did he say?âÂ
âWhat if weâre not ready?â she quoted.Â
âIt was a question, then.âÂ
âNot the way he said it.âÂ
âYou make too many assumptions,â Amren clicked her tongue, finger running across her ruby necklace. Giant, almost gaudy, gems. But, the ancient creature managed to pull them off.Â
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Azriel was conned into picking up a tonic for Mor, who was currently acting like a child over her cough, but he didnât mind doing it - not really.Â
He startled when he scented her there. After the conversation a few days ago, a question Cassian meant rhetorically, sheâd disappeared before they could follow her, and had been a virtual ghost the last few days. They were ready, had been ready, but resentment still lingered.Â
Respecting her privacy would be the smart thing to do, but bits of her conversation with Madja snuck through, and his shadows investigated. Theyâd been restless. Wherever she retreated to, they couldnât find her.Â
âI heard back from my friend in Dawn, she said sheâd be willing to take a look, but sheâs not sure sheâll find anything I couldnât.â Madja sounded a bit disappointed. To look at what?Â
âItâs worth a shot.âÂ
âHave you told them?âÂ
âI did. Theyâre not,â her voice cracked, âready.âÂ
âHave you told them about your ⊠condition?âÂ
âNo. I wonât, theyâll probably think Iâm guilting them into it.âÂ
âItâs not going away,â Madja said, maybe a tad harshly. Azriel had a sinking feeling he knew what this was about. âAs far as we know, weâre not going to cure it, this is about management.âÂ
âYouâve already said that,â your voice was dead, flat. âIt would be nice to have a timeline.âÂ
âLike I told you before, it could be three years or three hundred. Weâre in uncharted territory.âÂ
Azriel couldnât handle it anymore, couldnât handle being this close to you without speaking, and strode for the door, knuckles rapping against the wood.Â
Madja swung it open, raising her brows.Â
âCame to pick something up for Mor,â he said, but his eyes darted behind her - where you sat, head buried between your hands, forearms propped on your knees.Â
âI think you need to talk,â Madja said, and slipped past him, leaving them alone. She didnât look up, keeping her hands shielding her face.Â
Slowly, he crossed, stopping to kneel in front of her, peeling her hands away. Eyes wide, brimming with tears slowly escaping, she asked âhow much did you hear?âÂ
âEnough.âÂ
She tried to force a smile, and it failed miserably. Shock and realization set in as he looked at her, as he tried to read the swirling emotions on her face. Heâd have to watch her die. Three years, three hundred, a thousand. Eternity didnât feel like enough time with you. Heâd be haunted by the knowledge that some day heâd lose his mate. As a result of all of their actions. Of something so fucking preventable, if all couldâve swallowed their pride.Â
She deserves someone better. Someone who hadnât fucked everything up. Maybe it made him a bad person, a selfish asshole, but she was his. His mate, the person destined for him - sent by the Mother, the Cauldron, Fate, or whatever. Azriel wouldnât let go of her, wouldnât let her slip through his fingers again.Â
Cassian needed to know, but they needed to figure out a way to tell him without him slipping into a pit of misery and self loathing.Â
âMight as well tell him now,â she read his expression, the unsaid words in his eyes. For once, she didnât protest as he helped her up, tugging her to his chest and winnowing to the Townhouse.
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Cassian took one look at her expression, at the tear stained cheeks, at the grave look on Azrielâs face and knew something was wrong. Something beyond whatever happened earlier.Â
Poison. Side effects. No cure. Years or centuries. He didnât let his eyes leave you as you explained, as tears streamed down your face - Azriel filling in the words where he could, admitting he overheard their conversation picking something up for Mor.Â
Beautiful eyes stared at him as you finished, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Heâd never been great with words, so he stood, grabbing her and pulling her into a tight hug. Squeezing until she said she couldnât breathe, and then only loosening enough for her to not suffocate, not willing to let her go yet.Â
âMadjaâs contacting someone in Dawn,â he said, still holding on to you, âthereâs still a chance.âÂ
âA better chance at management,â she said into his chest. Cassian didnât want to believe it. Between all of them, with Rhys and Madja and whoever else they could get in contact with, theyâd find something. He needed to cling to that hope, to hold onto it as tight as he could. If he didnât, heâd fall deep, deep down somewhere he didnât know he could drag himself out of.Â
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âYouâve hurt me, both of you. Turned your backs on me more times than I care to count. How do I push past that? How do I forget it? How do I trust you wonât do it again?âÂ
It felt like she was asking for an answer, begging for some kind of reassurance, an example that would soothe that feeling and hurt.Â
âYou donât,â Cassian said. She frowned at him. âYou let us prove it to you.â
âYou still have nightmares, right?â She tensed, as if she wanted to avoid the question, and wanted to lie about it. Azriel raised one brow, shoulder swirling around his neck. She couldnât lie to him, even if he tried to tell them to quit spying, they still kept an eye on her.Â
A muscle in her jax flexed. âRight.âÂ
âStay the night with us. Let us help.â Azriel didnât phase it as a question. He needed to help. Every instinct roared at him to get her closer, to protect her from any threats - visible or not.
âYou can come on your own feet, or over my shoulder,â Cassian threw a grin her way.Â
She chuckled, shoulders relaxing at the old threat - one used several times by Cassian. âI can handle walking down the hall. If I have a nightmare, Iâll come.âÂ
âSave yourself the walk.âÂ
They had one of their standoffs, each of them crossing their arms - almost in sync. Azriel pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. It was so normal. It gave him hope they could build back what they had before everything went to hell.Â
She might accept the bond, but Azriel was smarter than to think that would fix everything. The trust they had, it might take years to build back up again. A challenge would be good for them. Sure, it might suck, it might be difficult, but he didnât doubt theyâd come out closer because of it.Â
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âIf you donât relax, youâll never sleep.âÂ
âIâm perfectly relaxed,â she snipped back. It wasnât completely true, actually it was mostly a lie. Something about sharing their bed now, with what she knew, felt different.Â
âLiar,â Azriel countered. At least she could always count on him to call her out.Â
Cassian ran a hand up her thigh, stopping where her night dress ended. It was a particularly short one. The first one she could grab before he showed up in her room. Sheâd intended to walk there on her own, but heâd come to throw her over his shoulder anyway, a playful gesture as she laughed and half heartedly hit the space above his wings.Â
âNeed a little ⊠help loosening up?âÂ
Gods, his mouth was so close to her ear, lips almost brushing over, breath caressing her neck. She tensed for another reason. Azrielâs fingers tilted her jaw up. Hazel eyes searched hers. Do you want this?
Did she? Fuck, she really did. Yes.Â
A nod, not directed at her, and Cassianâs hand drifted, fingers dragging up the hem of the silky fabric, exposing more of her skin.Â
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, Azrielâs finger tugged it free, brushing over it. His knuckles ran over her jaw, Cassianâs hand made its way up. She didnât know where to focus, not as Azriel leaned in to place a kiss at the corner of her mouth, as Cassian gripped her leg, tugging it back over her hips, dress pushed up to her hips. Exposed. Exposed and nothing worn underneath it.Â
She heard them swallow at the same time, vaguely seeing Azrielâs throat bob in the moonlight.Â
Being touched by them was safe. This was safe, she emphasized to her mind, not giving it a chance to take over her thoughts, refusing to let it cloud her senses.
Cassian was teasing, fingers drifting around the outsides, never actually touching her where she wanted to. Azriel traced her cheekbones, jaw, collarbone, around the curve of her breasts.Â
âThis is not relaxing,â she said through gritted teeth, pushing back against Cassian for emphasis. He let out a short breath, gripping her thigh instead. A low whine left her. Now he was too far. He laughed, and her cheeks flushed. âAre you going to make me beg?âÂ
âNot this time,â he said, just as Azrielâs hand crept under her dress, pushing back up to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Two of Cassianâs fingers ran up her folds.Â
Gods, this was heaven. Why hadnât they done this sooner? His fingers swirled around her clit, Az palming her breast now, switching back and forth between the two of them. How had she gone so long without this?Â
Swirling, pinching, flicking, pressing, the sensations spreading across her body mixed into one. Just one state of pleasure, of confusion and overdrive. She wiggled, arched her back, let out moans she didnât have time to think about. Her thighs clenched as one finger slipped inside of her. Whoâs was it? She didnât know, didnât care, as long as it never left.Â
âGood,â Cassian murmured, âlet go for us sweetheart.âÂ
You did. You screamed - loud enough a hand clamped over your mouth, one of them laughing.Â
Slowly, the one finger left her, and she missed it. Didnât quite like the empty feeling left behind. But, she was distracted as the hand - it mustâve been Cassian then, crossed over her ⊠to Azriel.Â
He met her eyes as he wrapped his lips around it, tasting her. Fuck. Just one hit, one taste, and she was in over her head.Â
âI want to ⊠to you-â she babbled, words nearly nonsensical.Â
Cassian laughed behind her, pressing a kiss to her hair. âAnother time.âÂ
She pouted. Fucking pouted. Gods theyâd really turned her into a mess.Â
âWe promise,â Azriel pushed some of the hair back from her face.Â
âFeeling relaxed now?â Cass asked.Â
If she said no, would they do it again?Â
âIf you lie, I'll know.âÂ
Fine. âIâm relaxed.âÂ
âGood, now sleep,â Cassian rested his hand on her stomach. Too appropriate of a place.Â
âHow am I supposed to sleep after that?âÂ
âClose your eyes, think sleepy thoughts. She elbowed him. He had some of the worst advice. He countered by pushing her towards Azriel. The male didnât hesitate to roll her to her other side, now curving his body around hers, holding her tight enough she couldnât escape if she wanted to. âI regret that,â Cassian muttered, but shifted closer, arm draping over her to rest on Azriel.Â
The three of them, curled up together, just how it should be. Fate designed it this way, the Mother put the three of them together for a reason. No matter how limited, sheâd take whatever she could get.Â
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afterglow- pt 1 [ T.A.A ]
pairings: trent alexander arnold x femreader
summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.
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genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff
notes: I've had this idea on my mind for months but I had no idea how to execute it at all. also instead of using the y/n insert, I gave the character a name even though it is read from your pov. It just made it easier to write lmao
"ms carter?"
your heart dropped at the sound of your name being called by an unfamiliar voice, which was something you were going to have to get used to. nonetheless, you turned around to see an older man approaching you with a warm smile and something in his hand.
when he got close enough he put out his hand and you politely shook it as a greeting, still not sure who you were talking to. before you could speak up however, you were interrupted by something being put in your hand.
"this is your staff id," the older man said and you took a closer look at the lanyard in your hand. the picture you had taken less than a few weeks ago was set neatly inside with your name, and position.
carter, jaime
[public relations manager- social media and marketing department]
public relations manager. those three words were enough to make you feel light headed.
you liked to think that your employment on liverpool fc's marketing team was nothing but pure luck. from the moment you handed in your resume for your university final year internship out of pure whim, then to you getting accepted for whatever reason until you got the email no less than a month after graduation asking you to come in for an interview.
all that lead up to the moment you were currently in. standing in the middle of the empty anfield stadium that you had visited for nearly every home game since you were a child. it was nothing but pure luck.
you were broken out of your daze by the older man chuckling about something, which showed that you hadn't heard a single word he said during the past five minutes. you mustered up a smile regardless to play it off and proceeded to follow him for what you thought was a building tour.
"I just realised that I never properly introduced myself," he laughed dryly and gestured for you to step into the tunnel before him. "I'm billy hogan- chief executive officer and I'm ever so sorry for being in a rush right now but I'd like you to be at the training center within the next 30 minutes."
your eyes widened in shock, your feet absentmindedly picking up its pace while hogan continued to speed through the building tour, leaving no room for questions but you decided to make a mental note to ask someone else when you got the chance.
you were escorted to the black s.u.v along with hogan immediately, running through the hundreds of questions you had at the moment. you know you only had room for one though before he was on another phone call.
"uhm sir-"
"yes ms carter?" the older man addressed without trailing his gaze from his cellphone screen or the pile of documents in front of him.
oh gosh.
you managed to clear your throat. "I'm not too sure why I'll be needed at the training center. shouldn't I be in the office or..."
when he heard you start to trail off, hogan shut the folder in his lap and turned to look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. there was a moment of awkward silence that passed between the two of you in the backseat of the s.u.v, the driver not paying any mind to the conversation.
"our last marketing manager had to be fired because we found out that he was leaking information out to reporters and news broadcasters along with four other employees."
oh shit.
you shuffled in your seat as you tried to think of a response to the news but whenever you parted your lips to say something hogan would raise his finger as a sign that he wasn't done talking. so you swallowed the bitter taste in your mouth along with any comments and listened intently.
did it sound like he was targeting you and bordelined threatening you? yes, yes it did. but you were sure he meant well and was only trying to bring his point across.
"we're low on staff and that's why you were handed two very crucial roles and are expected to make up for the losses. you'll be working alongside the team as you read in the contract," he began once again with a knowing look which made your stomach drop.
because you didn't read the contract. not fully at least. your older sister was the one who urged you to sign it the second it was sent to your house. hell, it could've stated that you were required to donate an organ and you wouldn't have known all because your were too excited and didn't spare anything a second glance.
"but why didn't you just promote people that were already in the department instead of giving me the position straight away?"
hogan let out a dry chuckle and tended to his phone once again, not looking back at you. "because nobody else wanted the position. it's dangerous up there ms carter. so you may feel important right now, but if you can't handle the workload and expectations it's going to get messy."
well this is news to me.
to sum up hogan's lecture and recital of the contract off by heart, you were in fact set up to be working alongside the team as a higher ranking media representative because there needed to be more field work done. no pun intended.
but the fact that nobody else was up for the position didn't sit right with you.
"just make sure they look good for the camera and keep everyone entertained. you're an influencer yourself, so I'm entrusting you to keep everything in order. you were hired because you are young and are in the game already. so keep yourself level-headed and do your best."
no pressure I guess??
deciding to wear sneakers instead of heels today was by the far the best decision you've made in weeks. the weather in liverpool during september was nothing short of horrid. when you stepped out of the car your face was immediately hit with the harsh and crisp air that reminded you why you spent majority of your time indoors.
"welcome to our axa training center," hogan gestured to the building in front of you, it's ceiling to floor windows having you gawking in awe. "this is where you'll be spending a good amount of your time, but it's not as bad as it seems I promise."
what's so bad about watching a bunch of professional football players train half naked?
unlike your last building tour, hogan actually took his time showing you around this time. from the lobby, breakroom, staff rooms, gym and finally to the field where the team was out practicing-- or at least that's what you thought was happening judging by all the screaming.
the second you stepped foot out onto the field, klopp turned to look at you with a welcoming smile.
did he just sense my presence??
you felt frozen in your spot, the world had practically stopped spinning the second he called you and hogan over. when you made it over he halted his conversation with the person beside him to shake your hand.
"it's lovely to finally meet you ms carter," the team's manager politely greeted and it took every single nerve in your body for you to not do something stupid.
you bashfully laughed and brushed his comment off, "if anything, the pleasure is mine. I am extremely honoured to be working in this position."
after a few moments of getting to know each other and klopp giving you a bit of an idea of what he expected media-wise, you realised that you had work cut out for you, judging by klopp saying, "think of this as your second family. the team needs something different, and you ms carter, are exactly the home improvement that we need."
you felt like the weight of the world had just been put on your shoulders again, and his tone of utter sincerity wasn't making it any less pressurising. of course you wanted to do well and give your all into this role but it was going to take a bit of time getting used to.
I should have read that damn contract.
"would you like to meet the team?" klopp asked with a smile and lightly patted your shoulder.
the gesture alone was enough to render you speechless, and you weren't quite sure if you heard him correctly. "would I like to do what?"
"boys!"
your eyes widened in shock as he called the team over. you didn't know what to do or say, your fight or flight mode had nearly been activated and you swore you were about to sprint out of the training center, all the way back home.
you anxiously fiddled with your fingers, not knowing what to do with your hands as you watched the group of soccer players head your way with little to no care to which klopp gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "don't worry, they won't bite."
you mustered up an awkward laugh, muttering under your breath as you mentally prepared yourself for the moment. you obviously hadn't met any of them before, the closest you had gotten was going to the stadium to watch their matches.
the closest you had gotten to any interaction with any professional soccer player in general however, would be at the beginning of the year when jude bellingham followed you back on Instagram. which was still the best day of your life up to date.
you were awestruck, words unable to form as they all huddled up in front of you. you could see the sweat beading on their foreheads which caused a shiver to travel down your spine.
"boys this is ms jaime carter." klopp gestured to you and you managed a small wave, trying to ignore the sound of your heart beating in your ears. "she'll be working with us from now on, as manager of the pr manager for both the marketing and social media departments."
you were greeted with a choir of 'hello's' and listened to klopp give everyone the run-down and a little enlightenment into the situation regarding the last bundle of staff that had to be cut off so abruptly.
"pfft, snitches."
you head turned to look in the direction of the comment, that was immediately reprimanded.
"curtis," klopp started and the soccer player pursed his lips apologetically.
"sorry boss."
"aren't you a little too young to be the manager of two departments?"
your eyebrows raised at the question from harvey. klopp and hogan had to attend to a last minute call from the clubs directors so you were left with the team to "get to know each other", but most of them got back to training which left you with harvey, curtis and trent.
you shifted your weight to your right leg, your head tilting to the side challengingly as you eyed the boy. "well you're younger than i am and playing professional football. what does me being a pr manager make any difference?"
trent and curtis couldn't help but snicker at your counter, jokingly mocking their younger teammate until he got visibly irritated.
"you can't deny us the right to laugh at you," trent said jokingly and kicked the ball to harvey, who passed it to cutis again.
their banter went on for a few minutes as you watched the ball pass between the three of them until harvey spoke up again.
"you're straight out of university though so--"
his sentence was cut off by someone yelling, "ball!", to which you all instinctively looked up only to realise a little to late that it was headed in your direction.
shit.
you backed away just in time to get the ball before it hit the ground. the second it came into contact with your foot, you sent it back virgil's way to which he gave you a smile.
a familiar feeling stired up in your stomach after, but you pushed it aside and for back to your train of thought. "and you're straight out of high-school. so i rest my case."
a moment of silence took over, trent and curtis both shifting their gazes from you and all the way over to virgil who was over at the goal post.
harvey was taking the moment to recollect your high school comment. it was because he was short wasn't it? that's all people had to throw at him these days.
it was trent's turn to speak up, his eyebrows raised while curtis muttered to himself about the distance or something like that. "have you played before?"
before you could answer, your name was being called by hogan since it was time to get back to the office building. you huffed out a breath and sent the three boys a smile.
"looks like today's 'q and a' was cut short." you took a few steps back, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your puffer jacket. "you might as well stock them up for next time. I'll be more than happy to feed your curious minds."
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Wing Man Part 1
Fic Summary: Steve âthe Hairâ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; youâll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.Â
Chapter Summary: You are sick of seeing Steve striking out, so you come up with a solution that could work for both of you.
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Tags: Eddie Muson x reader, weirdo!reader, bestfriend!Steve
You hadnât planned on becoming friends with Steve âthe Hairâ Harrington. In your mind, he was still that cocky freshman who happened to be good at playing Basketball during your senior year of high school. Youâd never paid much attention to sports or the popular crowd back at Hawkins High, but word had quickly spread about the new kid.Â
When Steve and Robin approached you to help hook them up with a job at Family Video you were skeptical at first. Robin was a no-brainer when it came to hiring. She had the experience and clearly knew her stuff when it came to movies. Steve you were more on the fence about, as he seemed less cinematically inclined but Robin had vouched for him, and you were tired of having to cover so many of Keithâs shifts. Even when he was here, Keith was basically useless, always hiding in the back.Â
At this point, you were desperate for any sort of help, so you hired them both.Â
You quickly took a liking to them- they were easy to hang out with and were able to quickly pick up on what needed to be done. Robin always knew what movies to show on the preview televisions, and Steve was quick to pick up on any busy work that needed to get done.Â
âIâm always willing to go the extra mile to slack off.â heâd said once, which had earned your approval. As long as shit got done, they could slack off all they wanted. You hated that âif you have time to lean, you have time to cleanâ bullshit. Itâs not like the job was especially hard either.Â
Eventually you and Steve started talking on the nights where the two of you would close together alone. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were good for that sort of thing, they were your slowest days. You learned that he was floundering a bit after high school, struggling to find a place in the world now that he was no longer King Steve. It was also clear by the way he talked that he was still hung up on his ex Nancy, even if he wouldnât admit it.Â
That was probably the reason why he kept striking out when flirting with customers. It was actually kind of sad.Â
âYou know, I really should probably tell you to stop hitting on every cute girl that walks through that door.â you said, taking out some tapes from the VHS re-winder and putting in new ones. âPeople come here for movies, not to be hit on.â
It was a speech youâd given at least a dozen times over the past four months. Youâd said it so many times that Steve was mouthing along the words as you said them, and you gave his arm a smack. Your heart wasnât in it though, in truth you knew that at least half of the young women who came to Family Video were here to see Steve and flirt, which is why you were so baffled that he was striking out so hard.Â
He was good with customers, great even. When he first started working here he would get several numbers slipped to him between returned VHS tapes. But as the Summer months shifted into Autumn, he seemed to be running out of steam.Â
âI canât help it if Iâm naturally charming.â Steve said, with over-compensated confidence. âI donât even need to think, Iâm just that good at flirting.â
âYeah, I think your charisma stat has taken a hit over these past few weeks dude.â you snorted.
âI still donât know what that means.â Steve said. âBut I have plenty of charisma!â
âYou know, if you actually paid attention to what me or your children said every once in a while youâd understand us better.â You couldnât help but laugh. Over the past few months, so many freshman had come in just to bother Steve while he was working. âHow is the single mom life by the way? Am I giving you enough hours to pay the bills? Do the kids need new shoes for school?â
âIâm not the mom, Iâm the babysitter.â Steve shot back, before realizing how lame that actually was then he sighed. âI think theyâre doing okay. Hendersonâs the only one who actively keeps up with me.â
You didnât miss the hint of disappointment in his voice. âItâs hard when they grow up.â you said, putting your hand on his shoulder. âDonât worry, Iâm sure they wonât put you in a home.â
Steve snorted and brushed your hand off. âSays the one older than me.â he rolled his eyes.Â
âSee, I donât have six kids to raise, so Iâm going to stay young and fun forever, Harrington.â you teased. âYouâve got a full brood to look after. Oh look, I think I see a gray hair right there!âÂ
You reached over to touch his hair and he swatted you away again. âLike hell there is!â he said, mild panic in his voice. You didnât let up and kept reaching for his hair and he kept pushing you off.Â
âYup, thatâs a gray one, youâre about to go full Doc Brown on me before the end of the year!â You declare as he attempted to push you off.Â
Despite him trying to push you off, there was a smile on his face. A lot of nights ended like this with you annoying him and teasing him for his relationship with so many kids. It was endearing really.Â
The door to the front of the store rang and you two immediately jumped apart as a girl came in, looking to be about Steveâs age. She was pretty, and you slipped out from behind the desk to put away some movies. He really shouldnât be flirting with the customers, you know this. But... well it was Tuesday night and you were bored and this was far more entertaining than reorganizing the movies in the back room. Less sticky too.Â
âAction!â You heard Steve call from up front and you moved casually between the aisles and cringed. Oh, no. He was doing the bit again. How many times have you told him that it wouldnât work? âOh, Iâm sorry youâre so beautiful I thought you were an actress.â
You had to bite your hand to stop yourself from laughing. You couldnât handle this, this didnât work the first dozen times, why the hell would it work now? Steveâs voice carried easily, projecting around the video store and allowing you to hear every single word that came out of his mouth.
You listened as Steve threw everything at this poor girl. Talking himself up as some sort of cinema aficionado when you knew the last movie he rented was Star Wars for the third time to watch with Dustin. And he called you the nerd.Â
âSo yeah, I was thinking, beautiful girl like yourself might enjoy watching this movie with some company.â Steve said, handing over the movie. The girl in question gave a polite smile and declined the movie, renting the two that she had actually came for and left.Â
âThat... was sad, Steve.â you said, as she disappeared into the parking lot. You walked over to the counter and picked up the movie that Steve had tried to offer her. ââThe Karate Kid?â Really? That was your big plan?âÂ
Steveâs was leaning over the desk, bracing his hands against the side of the counter looking down. âI panicked ok?â he admitted. âI donât know whatâs going on with me. I used to be so good at getting any girl I wanted and now I keep blowing it.â
You felt for the guy, you really did. Heâd gone from the top of the world to treading water in just a few short months. Steve had told you that he had been at Starcourt Mall the day of the fire, and you had a feeling that it affected him more than he let on. Youâd seen him get rejected so many times, but he was always able to brush it off. This time it looked personal.Â
Well, he was your friend now, and as your friend it was up to you to help him out.Â
âI think you need to learn how to talk to women now that youâre not in high school anymore, Steve.â you said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. âThe tactics you used before just arenât going to cut it now. Welcome to âlife after high schoolâ where everything you learned over the past twelve years is socially useless.âÂ
âYeah? And what would you know about social skills?â Steve said. âI havenât exactly seen you going on any dates lately either.âÂ
âRude, but fair.â you admitted. He didnât mean anything mean by it, but the two of you were very much opposites when it came to how you both approached things such as your social and dating life.Â
Steve was interested in taking any pretty face he saw out on a date. You had not been on a date in months, and had barely tried. Steve had countless tales about his time dating in high school, you went to Homecoming stag with your friends once. Steve talked about a time where he was almost having too much sex. You shamelessly rented porn from the back room and made Steve ring you up as he rolled his eyes.Â
Heâd asked you on a date once and you almost laughed in his face. He was good looking, in a traditional sense but not your type.After thinking about it, you decided that kissing Steve sounded too much like kissing your favorite cousin. You had politely declined and he seemed relieved.Â
Itâs not that you didnât have an interest in dating, you did. You had tried to explain it to Steve one night, that so many people were into being popular and caring about things that you just couldnât. Youâd tried to fit in, but your interests were just weird. You could have fun at a football game if you were with friends, but that came from the excitement of being in an excited crowd and being with people you liked. You didnât blame anyone for it, you were glad that people could care about these things. You just wished someone could get excited about the same things that you did.Â
You and Steve were both fish out of water, youâd just grown used to not being able to breathe.Â
âSorry.â said Steve, standing up straight again. âThat was below the belt.â
âYouâre a dick, but itâs fine.â you shrugged. Youâd been called worse for less. âYou know, I may not be the pinnacle of normalcy but I do happen to be a woman.â
âI thought you said you were the Creature from the Black Lagoon.â Steve laughed under his breath.Â
âOnly on special occasions.â you replied. âBut thatâs not the point. Look, you need help getting your groove back. Iâm tired of renting movies from the back. I think we could help each other.â
Steve turned to you, brows furrowed. âWhat did you have in mind?âÂ
âIâm thinking we could try wing-manning for each other.â you said. âIâll talk you up and help you not make a jackass out of yourself, and you can help me get a date too.â
Steve opened his mouth to say something smart, but he closed it quickly with a tilt of his head. He looked to the side, thinking about the proposal.Â
âYou canât do any worse with my help.â you said. âI mean, that âactressâ line was bad. Really bad. Like, horrible. I donât know why you keep using it.â
âIt worked with Linda Mendelli.â Steve said defensively.Â
âYeah, I have no idea who that is.â you said.Â
âShe got the lead in the spring musical two years ago.âÂ
âSo your actress line worked on a high school actress once.â you laughed. âThat explains everything.â
âLike you could come up with a better line!â Steve pouted.Â
âI can think of a million different lines that would work better than that. And Iâll share them with you, if we have a deal.â you said.Â
âSo you want me to get you a date?â he clarified. âThatâs what you want out of this?â
âThatâs what I get out of this. Well, that and I can stop nearly puking when I have to listen to you come up with some weird line when a cute girl walks in. It would save me a lot of money on nausea medication.â You smirked.Â
Steve thought about it for a moment before looking you up and down. âIâm gonna go out on a limb here and say youâre already not interested in changing anything about yourself to make this easier on me.â
âAgain, thatâs really rude. That is correct though, you get me a date as I am. No make-over montage, no pretending Iâm something Iâm not. I spent all of high school trying to be something else, and Iâm done with that.â you said firmly.Â
Steve turned away from you, ran his fingers through his hair, and then turned back, offering his hand. âFine, you have a deal.âÂ
With a smile, you spat in your hand and grabbed his in a firm shake. âDeal.â
âEw!â he jerked his hand back as you laughed. Steve wiped his hand on his pants looking disgusted. âThatâs so gross, you really are giving me a run for my money.â
âRight then,â you said with an amused grin. âLetâs start with lesson one, and stop with any stupid pick-up lines to get attention.â
Over the next few weeks, in the slow times during work where there was nothing to do but dust the shelves and rewind tapes, you coached Steve on how to talk to women.Â
âItâs really not that hard.â you explained one night. âIt really does come down to just two things; be sincere and be confident. You already have probably too much confidence coming out your ass, but the sincerity isnât there. You keep throwing these random lines out and hoping something sticks. Fine, that works in high school but not anymore.â
âIâm always sincere about asking them on a date!â he protests. âIâm not just asking every girl I see out on a date!â
âThatâs statistically incorrect but Iâll humor you.â you said, as you organized the candy shelf, restocking the skittles. âI believe it when you ask a girl out, but youâre so oblivious about them as people. Newsflash, not all girls are the same Harrington.â
âYeah, some of them are you.â he said, leaning against the counter, having already given up on pretending to work for the night. âHow many times have you seen that Rocky Horror movie now?â
âI see it once a month with my friends at the old Cenimaplex right outside town. Been doing that since I was eighteen.â you confirmed. âIâm hoping to get to be part of the shadow cast at some point.âÂ
âSee? Thatâs weird. Most people maybe go see it once in October.â Steve points out.Â
âWe arenât talking about me, Harrington. Weâre talking about the type of girls youâre into. Also, donât knock it. I plan on dragging you along this month. Itâs about time you lose your virginity.â you smirked as you ripped open a box of snickers and handed him one. âDonât tell Keith.â
He took the candy bar. âYou know Iâm not a virgin. I have had sex before you know.âÂ
You shook your head, thatâd be a conversation for another day. âLetâs get back to the point. You keep asking girls out but you donât know them.â
âI get to know them when Iâm on a date.â he said.Â
âThatâs all well and good, but you need to be able to see what kind of person they are before you go on the date. Not everyone is like me and wears their personality on their sleeves.â you explained, taking your own candy of choice off the rack. âOkay so today for example. Remember the girl that came in with the brown hair and rented out Pee-Weeâs Big Adventure?â Steve nodded. âSo, she also rented out The Breakfast Club.â
âOkay? And what does that have to do with anything?â Steve asked.Â
âIt means she has a kid sibling, and is probably a burnt out older sibling.â you said. âLoves her baby brother or sister but is also very introspective and trying to figure herself out. You came on too strong with her, asking her to a high school basketball game was too high energy.âÂ
Steve gawked at you for a moment. âI hate that you just made sense.â He rubbed his cheeks with his hands. âShit.âÂ
âDude, just pay attention to whoever youâre interested in and all the pieces will fall in place.â you said. âPay attention to the movies, what sheâs saying, and if sheâs giggling at you then thatâs a good sign.âÂ
âPay attention. Right. I can do this.â he said.Â
Two weeks after this conversation, Steve nabbed his first date in two months. It had taken a little bit of coaching and some hyping on your end but he got a girls number and had set up a date.Â
Three days after that he had another date set up.Â
Two days after that, another three dates.Â
It was the start of October now, and you were decorating the store for the season. You were standing on a ladder putting up a strand of black garland while Steve held the ladder.Â
âSo Iâm taking Shannon out on Tuesday to get ice cream at the new place down the street.â Steve explained.Â
âWe work Tuesday.â you said.Â
âTuesday morning.â Steve clarified. âThen Thursday I have two dates with Amy and Marissa since itâs my day off.âÂ
Heâd been going on about this for an hour. Steve had been going on dates steadily again for at least three weeks now. It had only been a little over a month that the two of you had agreed to the deal. Now King Steve was back, and you were now subject to every detail of his romantic escapades again. You were happy for your friend, really, but sometimes youâd sneak into the back room and organize the porn just to give you a moment away from hearing about your friends new-found sex life.Â
It didnât need to make sense, it just needed to work.Â
âDo you ever stop to sleep?â you asked, taping up the final end of garland and coming back down the ladder.Â
âSometimes I sleep before I have to sneak out a window after Iâve-â
âNope. No more words, Harrington.â you said, holding up a hand as he laughed. âI get it, Iâll give you more hours so that you can expand your condom budget. Your poor kids must feel neglected while you find them a new mom.â
âI thought you said that I was the single mom?â Steve asked as you both moved the ladder to a new spot. He handed you a bat from the box that held the Halloween decorations.Â
âOh, you are. Your kids can have two moms, Iâll allow it.â you said, hopping up on the ladder again. âHey look, Iâm Ozzie Osbourn!âÂ
Jokingly you bit at the head of the bat as Steve looked up at you as if you were insane. â...What?â
You frowned and looked down at him. âBlack Sabbath?â you asked. âThe guy bit a bats head off on stage?â Now he was looking at you like you were a total psychopath. âOh come on, you didnât hear about that? The first time it was a fake bat but then he somehow managed to grab a real bat?â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, as usual.â Steve said, shaking his head. âWhat movie is Black Sabbath again?âÂ
It was your turn to stare at him now. âHow are we even friends?â you asked. âYou and I donât have a single thing in common. âWhat movie is Black Sabbathâ be so for real right now.âÂ
âYou asked me last week if the Pacers was a marathon I was going to race!â Steve shot back.Â
âAnd I stand by that, because that does NOT sound like the name of a basketball team.â You climbed higher on the ladder to hang the bat.Â
âYouâre thinking of the Fitness Gram Pacer Test.âÂ
âSports!â you cried out, giving the bat a small bap to make it swing. âMovement like that means nothing to me!â you gave a pause. âUnless youâre actually going to compete. Iâll care for your sake if youâre playing. Otherwise Iâm just gonna smile and nod. Give me another bat.â
Steve dug into the box again to pull out another bat for you. âSo whatâs Black Sabbath then?â he finally asked.Â
âLook at you taking my lessons to heart and asking questions about a girls interest!â You reached down and pat his hair, causing him to swat you away again with a comment about not touching his hair. âItâs a metal band.âÂ
âI didnât think you were into metal.â Steve said as you came back down the ladder.Â
âIâm into anything I like.â you said simply. âWhy limit yourself, you know? If I like something I need to learn everything about it or I feel like my brain will explode.â
âYouâre kind of weird.â
âI know.â
The two of you continued to decorate the store between taking care of customers. You were going a bit overboard, if you were honest. Keith had handed you a pathetic box of a few paper decorations to use, and you had gone out with your own money to buy more. If you were expected to be here to earn a paycheck you may as well get something out of it, even if it was the feeling of being surrounded by cheesy holiday memorabilia.Â
âSo how are the kids, Harrington?â you asked, untangling a fake spiders web.Â
Steve sighed, messing with the candy counter. âDustinâs doing good. Heâs made a friend at school.âÂ
âYou seem tense about that.â you looked over at him. âCare to share with the class how that makes you feel?â
âI donât feel anything about it.â Steve said, clearly defensive. âHenderson has a new cool older friend whoâs into the same nerdy shit heâs into.â
Steve was so jealous, it was written all over his face. How long had he been the cool older figure in that kid's life?Â
âShould have taken him up on playing D&D with him.â you said with a grin. âNow your child is going to divorce you for a new dad.â
âYou really need to sort out whatever metaphor youâre going to use with me and these kids.âÂ
âNah, gotta keep you on your toes.â
Steve shook his head with a laugh. âItâs funny you know? One minute Iâm the coolest guy in the room to everyone. I was king of Hawkins High, had these kids that annoyed the shit out of me but looked up to me, and the best girlfriend I could have asked for. Then I graduated, the kids took over school, and now Iâm single even after going on all these dates.âÂ
âYeah, lifeâs funny like that.â you agreed. âIf it makes you feel any better I donât think youâre super lame. Youâre actually kind of an alright dude.â
âThanks.âÂ
âAny time.âÂ
â...So speaking of you going on dates.â you started slowly, unsure how to bring this up.Â
âRight, yeah, so I said I was going out with Amy and Marissa on Thursday-â Steve started.
âNo not that,â you interrupted. âWell, sort of but not really. So Iâve held up my end of the bargain, Harrington.âÂ
Steve froze for a moment before looking up at you on the ladder. âOh, right. So about that, I have no idea what you even like in a guy.â
âFair enough, I have not exactly been as pro-active as you have been.â The past few weeks had been so busy with the changing of seasons and weeding out old movies that you hadnât really had time to think about dates. Youâd been stuck in a perpetual loop of work and school with the occasional odd movie night with Steve and Robin when they were free.Â
âSo what do you like?â he asked. âIf you want my help, youâre gonna have to open up about that.â
âOh but that involves being vulnerable with King Steve of Hawkins High and thatâs not exactly my style.â you sighed dramatically.Â
âLast week when we got together for movie night you got drunk and cried about how you got asked out to prom as a joke. Is that not opening up or being vulnerable?âÂ
You winced and made a face. âI did that? Yikes. Iâm never drinking again.â You did remember renting out Carrie with the others and crying because she had been a very relatable character in your early high school years. Things were a lot better now that you left high school, but you supposed that had struck a nerve.Â
âCome on, just give me something to work with. I know youâre a weirdo who obsesses over the most random things. You like Rocky Horror and anything with music. But what do you like in a guy?â Steve pressed.Â
You fiddled with the decoration that had been perfectly hung a moment ago, just to give you something to do with your hands. This was a very good question that you had thought about a lot.Â
âI guess I want someone whoâs as weird as I am.â you finally said. âIâd like to at least meet someone who understood the things I cared about, or was at least willing to learn. I know Iâm different, and Iâm okay with being different. I want a guy who gets being like that, and wonât make me feel less for it.â
âThatâs... specifically vague.â Steve said, thinking. âI was thinking more looks wise.âÂ
âI like guys with long hair.â you said immediately.Â
That he could probably work with. You hopped off the ladder for the last time and he helped you pack it away in the storage closet.
Steve was thinking hard about what to do about his end of the bargain when the door rang and someone walked inside.Â
âSteve!â A voice called out, and your co-workers face immediately lit up and ran to the front of the store.Â
âHenderson!â
You watched as the two boys ran to each other, immediately going into a secret handshake that you couldnât help but find endearing. The kids that Steve was friends with were always fun, but you had to admit that you had a soft spot for Dustin. That was a kid who knew who he was and wasnât afraid to be it. You admired that a lot about him.Â
Deciding to give them a bit of space, you made yourself busy with the horror movie section, making sure that everything was in place. Lucky for you though, those two were still very much boys and you could hear every single part of their conversation.Â
Itâs not eavesdropping if theyâre that loud. Probably.Â
âThe store looks great!â Dustin said, looking around. âYou guys really went all out with the decorations, huh?âÂ
âYup, we just got finished. She bought most of this stuff herself.â Steve gestured to you and you gave a wave.Â
âHey, Dustin!â you called out, and he waved back.Â
âTheyâve started putting up decorations at school too, but people keep stealing them.â Dustin said. âThere are at least three skeletons missing from the science labs.â
âThose arenât decorations, Henderson. I think those are supposed to be educational.â Steve replied.Â
âNot when theyâre wearing witches hats and cat ears.â Dustin countered. Steve shrugged in agreement.Â
âSo is school going alright? Howâs Lucas doing on the team? What about Mike?â Steve asked and you couldnât help but laugh to yourself. Steve could deny it all he wanted, but he was absolutely a single mother to these kids. You wished that you had a way to record him so that he could see the way he was fussing over them.Â
âLucas is still a bench-warmer.â Dustin said, grabbing a candy bar from the snack stand. You conveniently were too busy making sure that a copy of Sleepaway Camp was properly rewound to notice the blatant theft. âHe still goes to practice every week, but he hasnât been on the court yet. Heâs been making a lot of cool and popular friends.â
There was no hiding the disdain in his voice when he said that.Â
âWell Basketball is the best way to secure your ranking at Hawkins.â Steve said. âI would know.âÂ
âYeah but it seems like he never has time to even come to Hellfire Club anymore. Weâre lucky if he makes it to one or two sessions a month.â Dustin sighed. âHe totally blew off me and Mike last week to go hang out with his cool new friends.â
âYou know, you have an in with the popular crowd now Henderson. You could use this as a chance to be popular.â Steve pointed out.Â
âBut I donât want to be popular, Steve! Iâm happy with the friends I have and enjoying what I like.âÂ
âIgnore Steve, heâs stupid. Keep doing what youâre doing, kid!â you called out to them, making Dustin laugh and Steve sigh.Â
âThank you.â Dustin said before turning to Steve again. âAnyway, Eddie says that conformity is overrated. He says itâs better to be a freak with a few friends than some weird version of normalcy and be miserable.âÂ
âRight, because âthe freakâ is so wise.â Steve said, rolling his eyes.Â
âHe is!â Dustin frowned. âYou know, heâs the only person whoâs been nice to me and Mike since we started school. And last session he had us-âÂ
That was when you started tuning the conversation out. You looked up at the clock and swore, you had some work to do in the back before your shift is over.Â
âSteve, watch the front for me. Iâll be finishing up in the back.â you called out, and Steve only waived in response.Â
Once you were out of earshot, Steve held up a hand to Dustin to signal him to stop talking.Â
âWhat?â asked Dustin. âYou told me that I get at least five uninterrupted minutes to talk about the campaign when we hang out.â
âYeah, and Iâll let you have seven minutes if you help me out.â Steve said.Â
âSeven? An extra two minutes? Make it ten.â Dustin crossed his arms,Â
âEight.âÂ
âDeal. What do you need?â
Steve stares at Dustin for a second. He doesnât want to ask this question, as he never had any interest in knowing anything about Eddie âthe Freakâ Munson. Eddie had been a stagnant 2 years ahead of him and somehow still hadnât graduated. Steve couldnât comprehend being 20 and still in high school, and he almost felt bad for entertaining this thought. Then again, you had also spent an extra semester at school, so maybe that wouldnât be a deterrent.Â
âI need you to tell me more about Eddie.â Steve finally managed to get out. Dustin looked like Christmas had suddenly come early.Â
âYou want to know more about Eddie?â Dustin had a shit-eating grin on his face that Steve hated. âSince when do you have an interest in Dungeons and Dragons?â
âI still donât.â Steve said firmly. âI never have and never will understand your game. And Iâm not asking about him for me, Iâm asking about him for her.â He motioned to the door to the back room.Â
âHer?â Dustin looked at the door, as if he could see you through the flimsy wood. âIs she wanting to play?â
âI donât know, probably? Sheâs made enough references to playing before. Listen, no, thatâs not what this is about.â Steve sighed. âWe have this deal going on. Sheâd help me get dates if I helped her get a date. And she followed through, and I still have no idea how to get her a date.â
âShe wants to date Eddie?â Dustin had a look on his face that was a mix of surprise and confusion. âHow does she know him?â
âI donât think she knows Eddie.â Steve said. âBut she wants someone weird and as much as I hate to admit it, your new friend might actually fit her criteria.âÂ
âFifteen minutes.âÂ
âDude, come on.âÂ
âFifteen uninterrupted minutes, and you let me rent an R rated movie.âÂ
âJesus, Henderson.â
âDeal or no deal?âÂ
Steve turned and looked at the door that you had disappeared behind. You had been a good friend to him over the past four months, a really good friend. You and Robin had been able to keep him grounded and going after the Starcourt Fire. Youâd more than held up your end of the bargain.Â
âFine, deal.â Steve agreed.Â
Dustin smiled and seemed content. âSo what do you want to know?â
Part 2
Dividers by @strangergraphics
Tag List @k8loo @terrormonster55 @sp1dyb0y1008 @crocwork-clockodile
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Why is Bam on insta?
This thought flashed in my head when i saw the most recent photos of Bam.
Maybe I'm just slow and everyone else figured this out already but maybe not, so Iâm sharing it.
The Bam insta account isn't just a fun side project set up by JK while heâs doing military service. He doesn't even have an account for himself*, so why would he make one for his puppy? It's not like he needs (or wants?) more followers or influence, and he could have just used his t1ct0k, where hes already got gazillions of followers.
When bowwow_bam first appeared, many comments suggested he created it to keep in touch with ARMY while he's serving in the military. And yes he DID share the account with ARMY on weverse, but I doubt that's the reason it exists.
Bowwow_bam is not for ARMY...
The photos JK gets from the training centre let him know that Bam is happy and well cared for.
Even though Bam has been in and out of the training centre often while JK has had his schedules, those stays were brief compared to 18 months. This time, Bam will basically be living there full time, long term.
Maybe this is why JK sent Bam to the training centre so often in the past, when he might have left Bam with friends or family instead. That way, the training centre became familiar to Bam before his long term stay.
Bowwow_bam is for JK
Bam's photos are likely sent to JK directly, so why post them to a public platform? And why post ONLY these?
Why?
Sure, it's a good way for JK to stay connected to ARMY with minimal effort. Let's not be foolish enough to think he doesn't care about that. It's pretty clear he wants to pick up his career where he left off when he comes back. (It goes without saying that BTS - and JK - will still have millions of fans after MS.)
But i don't believe thats the only reason Bam has an insta account, and i dont think it's the most significant reason either.
There are so many ways JK could have maintained a socials presence. If he wanted to be on insta, even just reposting old content would keep him at the forefront of ARMY's mind... if he had an insta account* that is.
It also got me thinking about what JK will be doing with his time off.
He isn't all that close to his family, he tells us. And most of his friends are idols, from what we see (although that could be selective information), so probably insanely busy with their own schedules. And his Bangtan brothers, his found family, are also doing their service. And he and Jimin are apparently on different shifts (if the information we have is correct).
So who is he connecting wiith?
Who is his link to home and normality?
This doggo right here is.
Besides letting JK know that Bam is happy and well cared for, the photos connect JK to home and give him something tangible to look forward to on the other side of his service.
They'd remind him that this episode of his life has an end date, that he has a place to return to, and that somebody is waiting for him to come home. Bam is waiting for him.
But why post them on instagram?
We know JK has a strong connection with ARMY. He's said many times that we're his safe place (debatable, honestly) and his happy place (I truly hope so). He's told us it's ARMY he talks to late at night when he's alone. He's also set clear boundaries about what he's prepared to share and how close we're allowed to come - although he blurs these lines himself sometimes... naked livestreams from his bed come to mind, but i digress...
I believe the insta account - Bam and ARMY together - is his anchor. This is his link back to his life before and after MS.
Sharing these photos from the training centre with his three (or four or five) million closest friends would validate for JK what his life has been, and will be again. It tells him we (like Bam) are still here, still waiting, without him ever having to ask.
It keeps that part of his life real for him.
Just to be clear,
I'm not downplaying the significance of Jimin and JK serving together in the companions program.
In my mind nothing could be more significant.
Jimin is with him day after exhausting day, just as he has been for the last twelve years. While that must be an enormous comfort to them both, these long and arduous days must still seem endless.
Getting through this difficult time with any sort of optimism would require something to look forward to, and recieving photos of Bam would give JK much happiness, and remind him that there is life outside of the camp.
They'd serve to remind him that at the end of it all he will see his beloved doggo in person...
...and that he and Jimin will go home and his little family will be whole again
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*pretty sure he does tho...
~as always, opinions are my own and all of this is conjecture~
#jeon jungguk#park jimin#jikook#kookmin#ê”ëŻŒ#true love#jeon bam#bam's dad#jimin and jungkook#bam's insta#bowwow bam#bts military service
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Arm has a top-secret file that he keeps on a separate partition of his hard drive, locked behind three different password walls. Itâs a list of all of the main familyâs bodyguards, ranked by how likely they are to be the mole.
(Itâs top-secret because heâs not supposed to be looking into this. Chan explicitly ordered him not to.)
Thereâs a handful of people Arm doesnât even bother putting on the list. Pol, for one. Pete. Erika. Chan.
By contrast, every single one of Kinnâs personal bodyguards, past and present, is a prime suspect. Kinnâs had a notorious streak of bad luck lately. Four murder attempts in four months cannot be a coincidence.
Ken is just aloof enough that nobody seems to know what heâs up to on his off-days. This rockets him straight to the top of Armâs list, tied with Big, who has fallen so far out of favor with Kinn that Arm canât help but wonder if Kinn is doing it on purpose.
And then thereâs the name directly under those two.
âBe honest,â he says to Pete one day. Theyâre sequestered in his armory, but he keeps his voice low: thereâs no harm in being careful with matters like this. âDo you think thereâs any chance Porsche is the mole?â
Pete is silent for a good, long moment.
âYou live with him,â Arm says. âYouâve been on more missions with him than me. If anyone here knows him best, itâs you.â
âThere are reasons to suspect him,â Pete says slowly. âA lot of his missions have gone wrong. He didnât stop that girl from attacking Kinn in the bathroom. The casino stakeout was a mess. The diamond auction was worse.â
âButâŠ?â
Pete sighs. âI donât know. Heâs young. Heâs made a lot of mistakes, but heâs improving.â
Arm stares forlornly at his list, cursor blinking innocently next to Porscheâs name. âPete, I canât clear his name just because heâs young.â
âNo,â Pete concedes. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. âBut heâs kind, too. Heâs principled. He wonât betray people he cares about.â
âAnd thatâs enough? You trust him?â
âI do.â
The knot in Armâs chest jerks tighter. âBut⊠heâs so likable.â
âOhhh, right, heâs nice. Never mind. Death by firing squad.â
Arm smiles, sheepish.
âOkay,â Pete says. âSo you think heâs tricking us?â
âShit, Pete, I donât know,â Arm splutters. âIsn't it possible?â
âI don't think so. Porsche isn't like that.â
Arm considers this, then plops his face into his hand.
âDid you want me to say something else?â Pete says, faintly amused.
âYes,â Arm groans.
âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠâ Arm trails off.
Because the security of the main family rests on his shoulders. Arm cannot afford to be anything other than objective; he needs to leave Porsche on his list.
But the problem is that Porsche barreled into their lives and immediately made Khun Noo happier than Arm had ever seen before. The problem is that Pol hasnât been this comfortable around someone since Arm himself. The problem is that Arm vaguely remembers being carried home from Hum Bar by an equally drunk Porsche, who took off his shoes for him and tucked him into bed and grinned brightly over his shoulder before staggering out the door.
The problem is that Arm is biased.
Pete, on the other hand, is the most level-headed person Arm knows. Leaving Porscheâs name on his list wouldnât feel so terrible if Pete agreed with it.
âI wanted you to give me a reason to keep him on here,â Arm mumbles. âI feel bad. Heâs our friend.â
âYouâre doing your job,â Pete says sincerely. âThereâs no shame in that. ButâŠâ He reaches over to pat Arm on the shoulder. âThereâs nothing wrong with trusting your gut. If you think heâs innocent, leave him off.â
Arm mulls over this. Then he pokes Pete in the side. âI think I trust your gut more than mine.â
Pete lets out a laugh, incredulous, and pokes Arm back.
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Later, Arm highlights Porscheâs entry with his cursor and drags it to the bottom of the file. Then he pauses. His hand hovers over the delete button.
He thinks about Pete saying, I trust him. He thinks about what Pete didnât quite say: you should trust yourself, too.
He hits delete.
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#kpanniversary2024 episode 9 + prompt 9: trust
#this one's for all the armpete girlies out there#(looking straight at dreamy)#brought to you by me thinking about how arm and pete show unconditional trust for porsche#and how curious that is given the state of the main family at that time#kinnporsche#kpanniversary2024#arm kinnporsche#pete saengtham#mine: ficlet
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merry christmas {peter parker}
plot: you and peter broke up around christmas one year ago but he heard that you've moved on and he comes to see you.
character: female reader x peter parker (tasm)
His body was on auto-pilot as he swung through the streets of New York; it was a second nature to him now to swing absent-mindedly and get to his required destination safely. However, his mind was not so clear. His mind reeled over the information he'd heard from Aunt May just a few days prior.
"I met (y/n) today, Peter. She looked good, really good actually... She asked about you."
Peter's heart thudded hard inside his chest at the mere mention of your name. Aunt May eyed him curiously, she hadn't brought you up in months because every time she did, Peter's face would drop and his volume grew loud. Today, though, seemed different. Peter swallowed hard, "Yeah?" He asked, trying his hardest to not sound interested, "How is she?"
Aunt May hesitated. She didn't want to tell him but she had to. You and Peter had been broken up for almost a year and he hadn't moved on; still blamed himself for you getting hurt and still regretted his decision of walking away every single minute of every single day.
"She's dating again." It was those three words which broke Peter's heart in two, "She seems really happy." And then those four words shattered the two halves into millions of little pieces.
For the last three days, it's all Peter could think about; the fact that you were dating again and... you were happy. You and Peter had been happy once a long time ago.
The two of you had grown up together though not very close until college, after Gwen... Your friendship was solid but there was always something more to your relationship and then three years ago, it transformed into something more. It was really good. You helped Peter to heal, he helped you let go of past traumas and then... he got stupid, careless and you ended up getting put in harm's way. You got hurt, badly hurt, and Peter couldn't live with the guilt no matter how much you tried and pleaded with him that it wasn't his fault. He pulled back and you had no choice but to leave. You wanted to stay and you tried - you tried so hard to fight but after months of coldness, of him pulling away... you couldn't do it anymore. You lost the fight and gave up.
"When you're ready, Pete... I'll be here."
He figured you would move on but he didn't realise that it would actually happen. He didn't think you would actually be able to move on. And yet, here he was swinging to your apartment on Christmas Eve as snow fell around him and flashing lights filled the night's sky and then, there you were... in the arms of your new boyfriend.
You were curled up together on the sofa watching - Peter released a breath he didn't know he was holding - Home Alone. You and Peter used to always watch it on Christmas Eve too. Jealously raged in his stomach, boiling hot and angry but it was the overwhelming sadness which poured down on him like a wave crashing into him that won the battle. He moved closer, landing on your fire escape though out of view. Your apartment was mostly the same though you didn't have the pictures of the two of you littered over the walls anymore... Instead the walls were bare, he hated that. Your Christmas tree decorations were the same, same gaudy tinsel that used to give Peter a sore head if he looked at it for too long and...
He stilled.
You still had the decoration that the two of you made together. It was clay which you'd imprinted both of your thumbs into the shape of a heart onto the surface. He couldn't believe that you still had it. He didn't think a new boyfriend would like that but he realised you'd hidden it at the back of the tree for that very reason - maybe so that if Peter were to swing on by he could see it and know that you still loved him?
He shook his head. You had moved on. You were over him. Done. Finished. But why didn't it feel finished? Why didn't he feel like he could move on? Peter knew he shouldn't but he needed to. He needed to tell you how he still felt even if it was to say goodbye but he couldn't just barge into your apartment when your boyfriend was here - that would be an awful first impression, wouldn't it? Instead, he jumped off of the fire escape and swung his way down the street to Sal's Corner Store.
There, he bought a cheesy Christmas card which looked like a three year old threw up glitter on it, "Can I borrow your pen?"
"Sure thing, Spider-Man!" Sal said chucking him a pen which Peter caught effortlessly. To serve Spider-Man in a store these days wasn't all that unusual. It usually meant quicker service so Peter often would pull his suit on when Aunt May needed groceries - it was just easier.
It took him a few minutes to write everything he needed to write down and then he handed the pen back, "Merry Christmas, Sal!" And he was off again, swinging back up to your fire escape.
You yawned, leaning into the embrace of your boyfriend when a flash of blue and red from your window caught your eye. No fucking way. Your heart suddenly quickened by about 100 times the speed as you stared frozen in your seat staring out the window. All you could see was darkness, no one was there but you had seen - you were sure that you had seen...
Slowly, you stood, telling your boyfriend some lame excuse about being too warm, and moved towards the window of the fire escape. It was empty but as you slid the window open you saw it... A red envelope which was stuck to the railing with... a web.
You could leave it there, leave it to disintegrate in the snow never knowing what he wanted to tell you, never knowing how he felt... Could you live with that? Knowing that he had stretched out his hand and you had ignored it, turned away and shut the window on him. You released a long breath and stretched out your arm and yanking the letter from the web and coming back inside. You excused yourself to the kitchen to read it as your heart beat faster and faster.
Dear (y/n),
It's Peter.
I know that you've moved on and I saw how happy you looked and I had every intention of writing you this card to try to win you back. I wanted to tell you that I was ready for a relationship, I was ready to let you in and letting you go was the biggest regret of my life but... I'm standing in Sal's and I can't write what I want to write. What kind of person would I be to ruin your current happiness in hopes of chasing a dream we once shared together?
I want to be happy... with you but you're so happy so... I guess I'm going to try and let you go. It's not going to be easy but I need to let you go, for your own good and for mine.
I'll always love you.
Merry Christmas, (y/n).
Peter
Your hands trembled as you read the card over and over soaking up every letter, every scribble, every scratch of ink on the paper; every trace of Peter. You had gone without any inkling of him in a year and now you had a taste and you needed to soak it up as much as you could. You were so focussed on the card that you didn't hear footsteps come up behind you, "What's that, babe?" Your boyfriend asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
"Nothing," you said quickly, closing the card and sliding it into the bin, "Christmas card from an old friend." You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned to him, forcing a smile, "Ready to go finish the movie?"
You were happy, you were and you weren't going to throw your happiness away just because Peter wrote you a card. You couldn't. You wouldn't. You were happy so... with a breath and a smile, you walked into the living room and fell back into the arms of your boyfriend with the words of Peter's card still floating around your head.
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Silk from their soul (12)
The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]
Rated: T (reference to prior acts) Words: 1.2k Summary: "Thanks." "Anytime."
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He ainât got no right to feel hurt.
After heâd come harder than he had in a century, spilling his seed across those soft thighs of hers, heâd tried to kiss her. He knew better, but for some reason thought it might be different after.
Sheâd rejected him, of course.
Why wouldnât she? She was all smooth skin and cool blood, and sheâd made her stance on kisses abundantly clear. But after that ride he was certain sheâd change her mind.Â
He was a damned fool.
He needs to get away, to shimmy out of this hole they were trapped in and get his bearings again. Put some distance between them. The deathclaw was long gone, no reason to keep hiding.
ExceptâŠ
Except she was still panting under him, round breasts pressed to his chest with each inhale. He hadnât imagined how wet she was for him, the way sheâd come apart on his cock⊠nor had he imagined that other thing.
It was enough to drive a man to drink.Â
Deciding discretion is the better part of valor he digs in his pocket, finding a scrap of cloth and using it to wipe the cum from her skin before it can begin to burn. âYouâll need a dose of Rad-Away,â he tells her and she turns back, blinking up at him in confusion for a moment before her lips part in a silent âoâ.
âI didnât even think about that.â
No she hadnât, and she hadnât considered that he was as liable to eat her as he was to fuck her once they were in those tight quarters. Sheâd trusted him implicitly, which was an idiotic thing to do.
âCâmon, letâs get out and see whatâs going on.â He uses one hand to do up his trousers then slides past her, scooping his hat back up and glancing around. Thereâs footprints in the floor but no sign of any danger. He turns back to tell her as much but sheâs already there, dress still pushed to her waist and looking like sheâd just been ridden hard.
His mouth goes instantly dry.
She doesnât meet his eye when she fusses with the straps of the dress and he steps forward without thinking, pulling one up and settling it on her shoulder with careful fingers. She shivers under his touch and he cups her neck, forcing her to look up at him.
âWhyâd you do it?â
âI donât know.â
Itâs a terrible answer, one that gnaws at him as he steps away and fishes for his pack and gloves. He finds hers first, passing the bag her direction without a word. When he sets off again itâs parallel to the mountains theyâre aiming for but she doesnât say a word, keeping one step behind him.
The place he stops at for the night used to be a gas station, concrete on three sides with an easy vantage point from the front. They run off a mole rat and then he gives her the go ahead when she asks about a fire. The smell of roasted iguana fills the space while they sit silently across from each other.
âI wanted to.â
He cocks his head at her. They hadnât exchanged more than three words in the last four hours.
âYou asked why I⊠because I wanted to. Because I wanted you. Even though I shouldnât.â
âBecause Iâm a ghoul,â he finishes for her with a scowl.
âBecause Iâm me and youâreâŠ. you donât know what I am.â
The bounty. Heâd almost forgotten it. The poster was burning a hole in his pack and heâd all but decided to put off claiming it for at least a month. But she didnât know that - didnât know that he knew she was wanted by someone.
It was the perfect time to come clean - so of course he doesnât. She continually surprised him and without knowing what her reaction was he wasnât willing to risk it.
âI know you looked mighty pretty with my cock in you.â Her eyes fly to his and he grins, feeling himself warm when she laughs.
âIt felt mighty pretty.â
That gets a laugh from him and he sets his hat aside and leans back against the rubble behind him. âReckon itâs not what a filly imagines for her first time though, in the dirt like that.â
âYou noticed.â
He snorts, âDamn hard not to.âÂ
Biting her lip she glances up at him from under long eyelashes before shaking her head. âYou ever spent your whole life preparing to be one thing - only to realize you never really wanted it in the first place?â
He manages to keep his face impassive by a hairsbreadth. âI reckon I can imagine that.â
âI was⊠raised to be the perfect wife to someone. Be their partner, be only theirs⊠I never got to make any choices for myself. It was always someone elseâs plan.â She pauses and stares down at her hands, âI never thought I would get to choose who my first time was with.â
âDonât reckon you had much a choice as it was with my ass rutting on top of you.â
She gifts him with a wide smile, âIs that how you remember it?â When he doesnât reply she continues, âIf Iâd told you no would you have stopped?â
âI like to think I would have but to be honest I donât rightly know, hard to think when youâve got a pair of tits in your face like that.â
The tension in the air breaks and she gives him a mock frown. âExcuse you, I believe it was your tits in my face.â
âAnd I seem to recall you were having a mite of trouble yourself with keeping your thoughts straight.â
You both break into soft laughter. Silence fills out the space for a few minutes, the only sounds the crackling of the fire.
âThank you.â
He nearly chokes on his tongue. A dozen jokes leap to mind but sheâs not meeting his eyes. He lets it sit before finally replying, âAnytime, darling.â The arch of her neck calls to him and he coughs suddenly, taking a hit of chem.
âI donât think we should,â she says with a small frown. âItâs dangerous.â
âShit, you take that Rad-Away yet?â
Her eyes go wide with panic and he pushes himself to his feet, squatting next to her and taking the pack she offers. She doesnât hesitate to offer her arm, not flinching when he slides the needle in. He sets the meds above her head and flicks the tube until heâs satisfied itâs moving.
Oh, but those big bright eyes of hers are staring up at him like he hung the moon in the sky and heâs already forgotten what had him so irritated all afternoon.
âThanks,â she says again.
âAnytime.â
He doesnât move, hovering over her, and she doesnât ask him to. After a moment she reaches up and tugs at his coat, pulling him to sit next to her and then leaning into his shoulder. A million different thoughts war within him before he does the thing he most wants, which is to wrap an arm around her and pull her against his side.
âSleep,â he tells her. âIâll wake you when itâs time.â
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Best Big Brother
Iruka Umino x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader
Synopsis: Naruto was returning to the village after two years of training, and you were nervous about how he would feel about the new addition. But you realized how silly you were once Naruto laid eyes on his baby brother.
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âI don't know, Iruka⊠Iâm just nervous, is all,â you muttered sheepishly to your husband for what felt like the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You bounced on your toes at the village gate, waiting anxiously for Naruto to return from training. Heâs been gone for two years, and you were only five months pregnant before he left. He loved it and was happy that you were excited. But you couldn't help but feel fear that his genuine emotions would show.Â
That he would hate the new addition.Â
âThere's no need to be worried; he knew you were pregnant before he left-â
âYes⊠But what if he hates him? What if he despises the fact that I had another kid?â You knew you sounded silly. You knew it because of the sigh Iruka let out. You huffed out before looking at Yuto on your hip. Being 31 made you praise the gods above that he was so easygoing, but that didn't mean he didn't have his fussy moments. âYuto, your hat is crooked,â you whispered as you readjusted the floppy sunhat on his head. He squirmed against your hip, little hands flying to fight you off. For being almost two, he was already a firecracker. âNo!â
Your eyebrows shot up at the new word, you dreaded these moments with Naruto when he was younger, and now you had to go through it again. Thankfully, you weren't alone, and it paid off to have a husband four years younger than you. Iruka piped in behind you, scolding Yuto for saying the word when you were just trying to help him. You shot a side-eyed look at Iruka, lip curling into a smirk at his âfatherlyâ instincts kicking in. His cheeks reddened at your smile before he cleared his throat.
âThat fatherly instinct comes out pretty easily for you⊠Sure you don't have any other kids lying around?â your teasing caused him to straighten up, an outsider would have thought you offended him, but he knew what you were referring to. âIâve had enough practice with your other kid.â
Your head flew back in laughter, joy flooding your system as you remembered the pranks that Naruto pulled as a kid. God, did you love that kid. Your laughter became a giggle, and the fear replaced the joy again. Iruka knew you were worried and had a reason to be. But Yuto was just like Naruto. If Naruto didn't like him, he was being foolish. He stepped closer to you, arm wrapping behind you so he could pull you and Yuto closer to him.
âI think Naruto will love him. Do you not see parallels between the two?âÂ
You bit your lip and nodded, unable to argue against that statement. Yuto, while not looking like him, was a carbon copy of how Naruto was at his age. It was something that you both adored and feared. You barely kept Naruto alive during those years, so how in the world were you going to do the same for Yuto?
âMamaâ
You snapped out of your thoughts as your son reached up to touch your face, eyes wide in curiosity as you showed a side he's never seen before. A smile quickly rose to your lips as you hid your fear. You opened your mouth to answer, but Iruka interjected, âHere, why don't I take him for a bit? Let you calm down.âÂ
Your e/c eyes widened at that. How did he always know what you needed without asking? It was a miracle to have married someone as perceptive as he was. You didn't argue as he took the child from your embrace, but you didn't miss the sadness that washed through your veins. Iruka kissed your temple as he adjusted Yuto on his hip, âIt's going to be okay, honey.âÂ
âPart of me is sad that the mother I am today wasnât the mother he needed years ago.â
Irukaâs face scrunched up in confusion, head shaking furiously as he tried to find the source of this newfound self-hatred. âWhere is this coming from? You were a wonderful mother to Naruto.âÂ
You didn't dare look at him, instead turning your gaze back to the horizon. But you felt the tension build as he stared at you intently. âHey-â
Your gaze shot back to his, eyes brimming with tears as he brought down your walls again. âI don't know, Iruka; I guess I just feel like I failed as a mother with him, and Iâm doing much better now with Yuto-â
âY/n-â
âAnd Iâm worried that Naruto will be upset seeing how different I am as a mother. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if maybe someone else could have raised him better.â
âY/n.âÂ
Irukaâs voice was low, tone warning as he stepped closer to you. He didn't know where this negative thinking originated but he wouldn't allow it to persist for another second. âYou were fourteen⊠Do you know what I was doing at fourteen?â
âProbably having a giant crush on me?â
âY/nâ
âSorryâ
Silence fell between you as you looked at your feet. Maybe he would just let it go. Let you continue wallowing in self-pity, but that's not who Iruka was, which is why you married him. âYou did the best you could with the resources you had. So stop putting yourself down for being different⊠Now⊠Unless you want Naruto to question why youâre sad to see himâŠ.â
A gasp fell from your lips as you excitedly looked up, âNaruto!!â Your scream reached the blonde, your voice causing him to perk up. âMOM!!!!â His voice boomed across the open field as he broke out into a sprint. He reached you within seconds, body crashing into yours. Iruka smiled brightly at the embrace, tears of joy streaming down your face as you held him close. Iruka felt Yuto cling to him as he watched the scene before him. He wasn't sure who this newcomer was, and it confused his little toddler brain.
Your husband cleared his throat, feeling like it was time for Yuto to meet Naruto for the first time. Naruto pulled away from your hug and let his eyes drift towards Iruka and the child perched on his hip. âHey, buddy! It's so good to meet you finally,â Naruto stated sweetly as he raised his hands to try and take him from Iruka, but the toddler shied more into his father's neck. Naruto's smile faltered as he retracted his hands, âSorry honey, just let him warm up. Ruka, can you put him down? Maybe heâll play with him.â
Iruka nodded before moving Yuto to the ground below. He fussed for a bit, whimpers of âDaddyâ and âNoâ falling from his lips as he reached back up for his father. Before he got too fussy, you sat beside him and motioned for Naruto to sit. Yuto immediately crawled into your lap, curling into your embrace. âYuto,â you cooed as you positioned him in a way so he was still clinging onto you but forced to face his brother in front of him.
âYuto, this is your big brother Naruto.âÂ
You knew he didn't quite understand what you were saying at this age, but seeing how relaxed you were around the stranger allowed him to calm down. Seeing this as your sign to continue, you leaned over to grab the diaper bag, opening it to bring out a couple of Yutoâs toys. Setting the toys on the ground between you and Naruto, Yutoâs eyes widened as he climbed off your lap to start playing with them. You looked at Naruto before nodding at the toys, encouraging him to start playing as well.
Iruka plopped down beside you three, head resting on his fist as he watched the two boys bond. Within minutes, Yuto had found his way into Narutoâs lap. The blonde laughed as Yuto moved the car along his arm, lips pursed as he let out a âvroomingâ sound. âHe is so cute, Mom. I love him.âÂ
Your heart soared at Narutoâs words. All your fears flying out the window as Naruto played with Yuto as if he was his own flesh and blood brother. The two didn't look alike, but Naruto could see that this little guy would be his little shadow. Naruto wrapped his arms around Yuto, pulling him into a hug. âIâm going to help you get into so much trouble-â
âNaruto!â
âIâm kidding!! Iâm kiddingâŠ.â The blonde stated in a laughing tone before he got serious, âIâm going to train you to be the best ninja in the world. Youâll be Hokage someday.â
âLet's start with him learning to speak and use a spoon,â you teased as you brought your hand to Yutoâs side, tickling him into a fit of laughter. Naruto gripped the giggling toddler before pulling him away from your fingers, protecting him from your advances.
Your eyebrow shot up as you looked at Iruka, who was just shaking his head at the display before him. He still couldn't believe that you thought Naruto wouldn't love Yuto when they were the same person. It's just that one was 1.5, and one was 15. A yawn sounded out, and Naruto melted as Yuto cuddled into him, eyes drooping as he fought back the nap coming on.Â
âWhy don't we get him home for a napâŠâ Iruka stated softly as he stood up first. He reached down to grab the toddler, but Naruto shook his head. âIâll carry him, Iruka senseiâ Your lips curled into a beaming smile as you nodded at Iruka to let it happen. Iruka sighed before dropping his hands. âOkay, just be careful with him-â
âYa ya, Iruka sensei, I won't drop my little brother,â Naruto huffed as he rose from the ground. He positioned Yuto on his side, letting him curl into him as he took off toward your home. Iruka shot you a look, almost as if saying, âI told you soâ without saying it out loud. You rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand.
âYa ya, I know⊠I was being silly.â
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Zabel Interview, Team Delusional Round-up, re: the past few weeks (months?) đ«
(Based on an ask from @natural-blue-26! This post contains spoilers, pertaining to the script leak. If you don't want them, turn back!!)
First, let me say that @twdmusicboxmystery has posted an excellent video covering this topic over at her youtube channel. This post is jumping off of that, with some additional takes and analysis by me!
Also, note that I wanted to wait to post or to talk about this too much publicly until today, as I think there are a lot of genuine shippers who might be let down right now. Not all c*rylers are unhappy, unruly people. Many are shippers just like us, and even though I don't ship it, I support them. I am only putting this in the Team Delusional tag, so anyone who sees this is seeing it either because they follow me, follow the tag, follow someone who follows me, or they went looking for it themselves. I am not making drama or inciting a "ship war." If you're here out of anger, I suggest you turn back. I am just going to go over what I see.
The Facts
There has been a recent spate of events that have lead Team Delusional to a rare and more than modest resurgence. Until now, we were mostly just working with templates and symbolism, with a healthy dose of informed meta and speculation: We were seeing how the season 4/5 template was beginning to unfold toward the Grady arc, which includes Carol in a major role.
BUT. Let's check in with what's been going on over the past six months. A lot of this new resurgence starts with Emily's multiple trips to Europe for TWD cons in the past six months, integrated with her (yet unrealized) insinuation that she has been in studio recording one or more songs that Beth sang on TWD. Massive financial burdens aside, these are unusual undertakings for Emily. While she has done many fan cons over the years, visiting Europe twice in a four month period is bizarre (as well as expensive). She also talked openly and excitedly in the panel at French comic-con about how cool it would be if Beth returned. Further, Emily's "re-recording" of "Parting Glass" and possibly other TWD songs was a fairly big announcement for us at the time, but we haven't seen any more on it since. Speculation went everywhere from "She'll be singing in a flashback in Daryl Dixon season 2" to "Her songs will be part of the soundtrack" to "She'll actually BE in season 2, singing, in the present moment."
A lot of these things, if they were spread out over a 5 year period, wouldn't matter at all. But the fact that they're all taking place in the six-month run-up to Daryl Dixon s. 2, when we've already been able to speculate her tenuous return based on templates and other tells, is exciting. It's been almost ten years to the day of Beth's *death.* Why now? The timing on all of this is very suspicious.
Now, a few weeks ago, there was a LEAKED SCRIPT excerpt, which was claimed to be the final scene of DD 2.6. In the script, we learn that Isabelle has died and is appearing to Daryl in the form of a hallucination while he fights walkers in the Chunnel. This was confusing for many reasons. First, we already know, given their ruthless advertisement of the fact, that season 3 is already being filmed in Spain. So why are they headed to England? Also, where the hell is Laurent? Further, Isabelle's death, while unsurprising to many of us, creates some new questions. Many members of a certain *other* ship were ecstatic to learn about Isabelle's death, as Daryl/Isabelle ship rumors have been rampant in the fandom basically since season 1. Forget the fact that the same ship FREAKED out over Daryl/Leah three years ago (a clear nothingburger). Any time another female character even comes into contact with Daryl, a notable portion of fans must make their "displeasure" widely known.
Moving on. Yesterday, an article came out summarizing a yet-unreleased interview with David Zabel in SFX magazine. You can read it here. In the interview, Zabel makes the following comment about "C*ryl":
"The obvious thing to do, and the easier thing to do would be, 'Okay, now they're falling in love and they're a couple.' But I always felt like that would be a mistake, because it would feel like you were going into the TV book of tricks," he explains. "To me, there was never a question that [their connection] was something other than what it is, and what it seems to want to be, and why it works so well."
Zabel then goes on to hint at a highly-contentious romance with Daryl and Isabelle:
"What happened in season one was that you could see a connection forming, for sure," he says. "We didn't manufacture that but we left room for it. A lot of season two is about the development of that and where that relationship goes, and that little surrogate family of Isabelle, Daryl and Laurent."
Now, the full interview doesn't come out until September 4, at which point, we may get a clearer picture of what's going on. However, it seems that Zabel is politely declining the "C*ryl as romance" narrative. In the quote, he uses the excuse of wanting to avoid TV tropes; however, he then goes on to say (in a portion of the quote that is being wildly misinterpreted among the c*ryl ship) that "To [him]," there was "never a question that [their connection was something other than what it is." He then equates "what it is" with "what it seems to want to be" and "why it works so well." The misinterpretation is coming with that second part. "What it is" = friendship. Zabel is clearly saying that c*ryl "seems to want to be" exactly "what it is," aka: a sacred friendship and nothing more. He's basically saying that this already "works so well," and so why fix what ain't broke? Why create a romance between two characters who are clearly just very, very good friends when he could go another, more interesting direction?
Certain c*ryl accounts have misinterpreted that section of the quote. They seem to think he's saying that the c*ryl ship "seems to want to be" something else, something other than what it is. But if you follow the grammatical logic of the sentence, you can see that they're wrong here. It wants to be what it already is, which is friendship. Of course, to c*rylers, what it already is = romance, but that isn't canon. There's no proof of this. In fact, there's more proof to the contrary, that they're best friends. They're family. Carol was married to somebody else, raised a child with him, still holds a contentious relationship with the other man, allowed Daryl to toil away in the woods alone for five years because she needed to stay with her husband...
In addition to factual evidence from the show, the C*ryl Friendship Campaign has been going strong on social media for MONTHS. In her video this morning, twdmusicboxmystery also goes over quasi-recent comments from Angela Kang which are UNSUPPORTIVE of a c*ryl romance. The notion that this perspective is coming out of nowhere, which some fans are claiming as a way of blaming Zabel for either lying or betraying his fanbase (and the actors), is, frankly, absurd.
Please note that I'm not saying that nobody should ship c*ryl just because it isn't canon. That would be silly. I ship non-canon ships all the time. BETHYL is a non-canon ship! I've written whole fanfics for Beth and Daryl (well, I've tried lol, but most remain unfinished). It's one of the funnest parts of being in a fandom.
What I'm saying is that c*ryl is NOT CANON. It never has been. And the people who get angry about this, who want to get professionals fired over this, who think that they're entitled to getting exactly what they want, lest the show perish, are wrong. They're doing it wrong. It's totalitarian and, frankly, obsessive. This is not how you be in a fandom, and my interpretation here of the Zabel interview in conjunction with the C*ryl Friendship Campaign is that they are TRYING to let this highly volatile and frankly unpleasant faction of the fandom down lightly in an effort to get them off tptb's AND the actors' backs. They don't want to deal with this shit anymore. And by the way, they're actually not leading anyone on. They've been insanely clear here, in their rebranding of c*ryl to a platonic ship, as to what's happening and what's going on, and while I really do feel for the good people who may feel let down by this, I am GLAD to see that the showrunners aren't going to heed the demands of one tiny, loud faction of a giant fandom, and that despite the haters, they're going to tell the story they want to tell.
ANYWAY.
Over the past 48 hours, things have gotten...weird. Zabel's interview dropped less than a day after the TWD Skybound social media accounts appear to have...posted a Bethyl edit out of nowhere. @sweetz1919 also posted early this morning, bringing together a few more Beth-related posts on either official accounts or *near* official accounts, which post promotional material, and which are followed by AMC TWD. One of these posts is a repost on twitter by Scott Gimple, who so rarely posts on social media, that any time he does, it's like a unicorn, symbolically notable and certainly important.
Now, pertaining to the Zabel interview, another wide complaint taking place in the c*ryl camp is that Zabel is likely LYING or he is being taken grossly out of context, because if c*ryl isn't happening, AND Isabelle is going to die, then how could Daryl POSSIBLY get his happy ending?
THIS is where Team Delusional comes in. Of course, we have our theories. Most people think WE'RE the delusional ones. And maybe we are! Lol. I don't really care. Most of our theories are crafted through a TON of hard, circumstantial, pattern-driven, and symbolic evidence, evidence taken from IRL sources, and hypotheses made after paying very close attention to what's been going on and making LOTS and LOTS of connections over a period of many years. Me, myself, I've only been here for four, but some of you guys have been doing this for almost ten, and for that, I salute you! As I said earlier, TD has been theorizing Beth's "return" in DD2 based greatly on symbolic and template-driven evidence alone for a while. A lot of what we're seeing now on social media is playing directly into our hand.
Emily in Europe multiple times in a 4mo period, including a trip to Paris, with her latest stint being just a week before "official" filming for season 3 was set to begin? Emily re-recording tracks from TWD? Leaked script pages in which Daryl mentions Beth specifically AND suggest that Isabelle is going to die? Romantic!C*ryl = not happening? HOW could Daryl possibly get his happy ending now? The rest is TD theory, ie: WHY we think Beth will come back to manifest Daryl's "happy ending." Speculation and theories on how she could come back, the connection to Spain/England/France, that's basically all we talk about lol, each of us with our own interests and niche perspectives, all arriving at the same point.
SO while there is still no proof that she is coming back, all of this is a Good thing, actually. For us. Because while everyone is looking around, freaking out, wondering what's going to happen next, we are seeing and able to read a LOT of signs that others ignore. And rightly so! There's no reason the rest of the GA needs to think that Beth is legitimately coming back. That would overshadow Carol's role in season 2, which is significant. It's just important that the GA REMEMBERS who Beth IS, that she was important to Daryl, and that hey, people used to really like Beth, and they liked Beth and Daryl together, and that was hopeful, and nice for him, and he hasn't had much "hope" or "niceness" since, and wouldn't it be nice if he could have that again...? All of these things are really there to do just this: let the c*ryl ship down easy, and remind people that Daryl once held a very strong connection to a woman whose life "ended" too soon, and who has really never been mentioned again.
While I really have no idea what's coming next, I wonder if we'll begin to see more astroturfed discussion on Beth's *death.* How weird it was, what the hell was going on at Grady, etc. If we don't see it in promotional material, we may hear about it in-show. Because if Daryl is casually mentioning Beth (along with Merle and Glenn) to Isabelle's ghost/vision in episode 2.6, then this likely implies that he's told her about Beth before, and that he's talked to her about what happened. It implies that Isabelle knows who Beth is, which would be a truly insane development, since he's literally never talked about her to anyone, including Carol, as far as we know.
So anyway, as usual, we should all just keep our heads down, chins to our chest, keep hope alive, but with a balanced sense of anticipation. We still really don't know what's going to happen, so it's important to be rational, but it also won't hurt to have a little faith đ«
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By unlocking 7,000 Followers on Twitter (thank you all đ) has me doing this nice retrospective of Cass's time in James Tynion IV's Detective Comics run (aka Gotham Knights) that started in #934-#981.
I'll start with some context before I go deep into this run. So in 2016 (it's been 8 YEARS?!), DC Comics relaunched their comics with the "Rebirth" label.
Taking some things of the past and putting them in the "New 52" universe.
For Cass, it would mean she would be getting a mask closer to her Batgirl costume. As we know with the end of Batman & Robin Eternal, she'd be going with the new Orphan identity.
Now, this all happened back to back with one another. In, a greater context this helped the character of Cass. Cause, before this. DC Comics had this history of yanking the character or we'd be stuck with two months or more before we'd get more (aka Black Bat).
The other thing (a bit more controversial), is that the friendships with Spoiler and Red Robin would happen between Batman & Robin Eternal and this. So we'd never get this subplot of introduction again.
So right away Cass/Steph would be besties. Akin to their prior life.
#934 The first showing of Cass in this run is her in full costume (with said mask), and what she does vigilante-wise in the Orphan identity.
Helping out other orphans who are being trafficked illegally. A theme that would put up a few times in this run and her tale with Orca in DC: Doomed & the Damned #1 (a few years later in 2020).
The issue establishes the team dynamics and obviously digs into the "X-Men themes" of each member.
You can see these themes with each member of the Gotham Knights.
For Cass, it's easy to see she's the "Wolverine" of the team. Though with the writer, Tynion has a clear bias toward (I mean Claremont balanced the Logan stuff). Not that I mind this. đ¶
As for the rest of this arc, Tynion does a good job showcasing some elements in the past that were classic Cass flaws like in the Mudroom she keeps fighting everyone's battles instead of her own.
Which is a problem would have. So it's a flaw I do enjoy.
Just that well... we never see this flaw ever again in the series. Cass does let everyone fight their own battle (Steph in particular), but will be there to help someone else (more on that later).
We also get the one recurring subplot in the post-B&RE with Cass and Harper being closely entwined with one another (though sadly this gets dropped after the second arc, and eventually dropped completely after #950).
I still get the reason "why" Harper was being slowly phased out with Cass/Steph coming back, around this time but she does bring a few things to the table that others don't.
But that's a thing I'm gonna go in a future series of posts.
Like I said before, Tynion favors Cass A LOT and it shows in this opening arc with her getting several moments to steal the show. Starting with her fighting the enemies of the arc when they raid the Bellfry.
She does lose (but man what a fight she puts up in this taking out four of them) and it is hilarious that it takes THIS many darts to knock her down. đ€Ł
Then of course, the next issue she gets THE moment I think most are still hyped to this day on.
I mean I GET IT. The moment is still a đ.
Though, if there's one nitpick I can see is that Tynion really isn't fond of the mask concept entirely as there are moments that Cass puts on and removes the mask. Never keeping it on fully at times.
Like I knew this was a recurring theme in this series, but I forgot HOW MUCH recursion it was. With Cass getting the mask damaged or her unmasking at various points in this run. A part of me wonders if Tynion did this given how meh the mask just looks without the bat ears?
The other bit is the tease for the League of Shadows in this and the whole "black eyes" thing that we got later in the arc with them. I still don't understand the whole motif with that.
I remember debating with a friend the whole "was it a possession"? And now that I think about it more was it a nod to anger back in the ye old Puckett/Scott run? When Cass would get REALLY mad she'd have pure black eyes.
Since we never really got an answer, I just have more questions that I know we'll never get answers for.
That's Cass's part in this opening arc in a nutshell. All action, with just a tiny bit of characterization. You can best symbolize this as well in the next arc, "Night of the Monster Men" which crossed over with Nightwing and Batman ongoings.
This is a big one for me cause I remember really enjoying this story back when it came out, and I still do. It's Batman, the Gotham Knights, Signal, Gotham Girl, and Nightwing taking on Hugo Strange and his Kaiju Men.
Cause that's what they are in this crossover. Freaking huge monsters.
Now this is a BIG moment for Cass, as well this is the first Batman crossover she DOES things since-- Batman: War Games (though you could cheat Batman: Battle for the Cowl, as she does appear but never has a central role within the series).
So 2005 (or 2009). It's only been-- 11 or 7 years since her last Batman crossover.
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This one is the bits are co-written by Steve Orlando with Tynion, and I just enjoy this story. First up this is the stuff that gives us REAL good Cass/Steph crumbs. Bestest crumbs we'd get until this run would end.
Cass/Steph's part for "most of the story" is helping those who are infected and also not from Hugo Strange's new Monster Men strain (that makes you violent or turns you into giant kaiju).
It's a nice little beat as they're cut off from everyone else and Bruce is all, "TRUST THEM. THEY GOT THIS." Throughout the bits him and the rest are dealing with the Monster Men.
And the two do. Like these bits are probably the best Cass/Steph content we got since well---
-- Batgirls. And that's just do to reasons given Steph drifts away from Cass (so it can set up both their solo subplots. Though Cass's gets more attention somewhat, and Steph's gets rushed).
But yeah these bits of Cass/Steph in the cave are really the first REAL moments in the series that feel like Cass/Steph of old. Just because in the prior arc, they don't mingle save one scene where Steph gives off panel plot summaries instead.
It's just natural, and good. Really, this crossover has aged like an underrated fine wine. There's only one real flaw to it (more on that soon). But in characterization? This story is Cass/Steph perfection.
This arc is notable for three other things too. #1 This is also the ONLY arc where Cass remains masked in the entire arc. Cass doesn't appear unmasked AT ALL. So it's interesting to see how artists manage this and well--
This arc is notable for three other things too. #1 This is also the ONLY arc where Cass remains masked in the entire arc. Cass doesn't appear unmasked AT ALL. So it's interesting to see how artists manage this and well--
#2 As you can tell this is the arc where artists began to draw the white lenses for Cass. A feature that would stick to the character this very day. I get this sets up the whole white/black lenses debate. But I totally forgot it was THIS arc that began the white lenses.
This is the first time Riley Rossmo draws Cass and well I do enjoy it. Rossmo makes the Orphan design work with its limited costume pallet. I get the little gremlin energy throughout this arc with his Cass.
#3 the climax (aka the one bit I find anti-climatic) where Nightwing, Batwoman, Spoiler, and Cass each get into a building and-- command giant freaking lasers. It should've been a giant Voltron Bat mech. IT REALLY SHOULD'VE.
But the real INTERESTING thing is note how EVERYONE says their codename but-- Cass. She just goes online. I get it simple words but it just feels like re-reading this how already the writer who co-created the identity was basically undermining the new identity himself by doing things like this.
Or maybe it was Orlando?
He's a sneaky sneak writer when it comes to Cass lore (see his Supergirl run where he casually drops Carolyn Wu-San or his Batman Beyond fill-in where has Babs say BATGIRLS). Just small little bits. I wouldn't be surprised if this was him.
But yeah this is a fun and underrated event crossover STILL. Which is probably why we had it given what the next arc does with Cass which lays seeds and is đ the first "Victims Syndicate" arc.
The seeds laid are the beginning bits of friendship in #943 between Cass and Clayface (Basil Karlo) aka one of the things most remember for this run. It starts with the beginnings of her being a rock for him.
Sadly, this issue also marks the final time Cass, Steph, and Harper are all together (only WFA uses them together now). đ
So yeah seeing Cass, Steph, and Harper interacting with one another does make me truly sad as this is it. The last interaction between all three together.
It's also HIGHLY amusing as Harper and Cass are wearing their "disguises" from Batman & Robin Eternal #7-8 (probably due to Alvaro Martinez drawing these issues and the Tec one).
But this is really Steph's arc, and that's all the notable things Cass does other than having to do this đ„șđ„șđ„șwhile Steph leaves the Bat Family to do her thing.
Plus gets her sweeter full-on Spoiler Mask again too.
This and the next arc are the lesser of Cass stuff because well-- Cass gets her own story in #950! But before that, I must address PAIN. OH YES, PAIN!
Because during this chunk of arcs, Cass did show up someplace else, Red Hood & the Outlaws #15. Where she's drawn by Dexter Soy for the first time! đ She fights an Amazon for the first time too in Artemis! đđ
And it happens off-panel save the last one where Artemis beats her. đđđđđ
Oh, and um yeah OTHER things too with a little OOC Cass is in the issue. But hey the net positive was Soy would draw Cass with a far better writer a few years later.
So yeah, on the bright side, Tynion always hyped up #950 as the start of a Cass-centric arc and is reunited with the artist who drew the best issue of Batman & Robin Eternal (#14), Marcio Takara and we get Christian Duce's first-time drawing Cass here too!
There are still a lot of pros and cons with this particular arc. The biggest pro is the opening issue to the prologue to the arc. Being told via Cass's eyes per say with the narration boxes capturing the turmoil but not her voice.
It's different than how Kelley Puckett went with in Batgirl Vol. 1, not the better ground Sarah Kuhn had with Shadow of the Batgirl, and not crazy north to where Batgirls went with their narration (who was the narrator of that series again?) this is more the middle ground.
For the story itself, it does work. Just it's also đcause almost ALL of this relating to Cass is never fully followed up on here (until the Batman & Outsiders volume a year after this run).
But other beats such as Cass's relationship with Harper Row are just dropped completely after this point. Like, Harper just shows up one more time during this run (in Steph's subplot which is rushed to heck).
But it's not just Harper who gets dropped after this arc. The story also introduces Christine Montclair, a ballerina, who Cass idolizes and might crush on.
It's an obvious play of the "Phantom of the Opera." With Cass being the Phantom.
Christine really does help Cass, and just when you think she's gonna show up more in this run (or even elsewhere involving Cass). We really never see her again. She does give Cass the pep-talk that's needed, but that's it.
Feels like a sad waste of story potential. I digress we're nearing the point of this run where Tynion had to cut A LOT of fat. Given, he was leaving this comic to become the lead writer on Justice League Dark, and the "Rebirth" era was ending.
Maybe this was some of that "fat"? I'm just surprised no future writer picked up Christine or added her to the Batgirls supporting cast. In a way, Cass's interest in ballet somewhat wanned after this arc too (with only Black Label BoP covering it and WFA).
I still think there's potential there for Christine to be a supporting cast member filling the void Brenda left.
But what we have here with Christine is still quite good, the best moments of the arc humanizing and getting through the problems Cass faces in this arc.
Even if ironically, Christine's mental teacher was a book by Carolyn Wu-San (again a subplot we never ever see picked up).
Still, this arc brings back the "Rebirth" method of putting back stuff. This case is Lady Shiva being Cass's mom, and them having to fight.
I digress the idea did hype me up slightly at the time.
Just in the end, there's no real dimension here to either. Shiva finds out, still decides to nuke Gotham to screw Ra's over. Basically, the stereotypical "murder mom" behavior that a lot of us criticized. That's been righted but hoping that the new Batgirl ongoing fully answers.
Cass finds out that she is brokenhearted and that her mom is Lady Shiva. But there's never any real means to establish the "how".
Cass finds out, is đat the revelation, and barely has time to interact fully with Shiva before it's taken away. Even the fight with Shiva has no real sauce or even clear indication like Batgirl Vol. 1 #25 or even #73.
That's not even accounting the ending with Shiva getting shot, rattling words (that were a location code), and a subplot Tynion had to drop.
So the positives for the arc are still there. #1 being the big fight in #955 vs. the Shadows and the hype Tynion lays the groundwork in the prior issue giving Cass her "Wolverine" moment in full.
It's an epic moment. Still drives a chill done my spine. Likewise the entire fight vs. all the ninjas. Takara really just shines with the art in #955. Like the fight is just stunning.
That leads into the problem with the Orphan identity as the cracks are in this issue particularly were they develop as Cass's answer to who she is to Christine is, her name. Not Orphan.
I can go into that, but that's more to one of my past series I dwell on that on why the Orphan codename became dated.
Another bit that works well is the friendship between Cass/Basil really begins to shine further here and it just reaches its apex of positive emotions in the next arc.
The final thing which I find underrated is how Kate becomes the unwilling mentor figure (given Babs is pushed away from having this relationship with Cass). It's an interesting dynamic that could've added more tragedy to what is to come with them.
The Batman stuff is gold here too. Again solidifies the fatherly stuff we had in the past with Cass. The only problem is other than this run only four writers would further this.
So yeah, this arc is a mixed bag of good and bad. I cannot fault Tynion fully that he never fully realized the arc's full potential cause well DC was gonna DC.
As it stands the "League of Shadows" arc is just a good read to have. Funny enough what truly is the pathos to Cass is what is to come.
That being Cass/Basil, as their friendship really moves the subplots going forward. Basil helps Cass with her reading disability. Cass helps him with the bad side of Clayface showing up. It's a nice two-way streak of them being there for the other.
On the action front, we get probably the best fight in the series. A brutal 1 v 2 fight between a brainwashed Azrael vs. Kate/Cass (#961). Again, the fight is just nasty and again gets her mask torn. But it is the recurring theme of this run. Cass's mask gotta be torn.
But it's after this arc with Azrael, that Tynion is just rushing through trying to end as many subplots he can at this point to reach his climax.
We get moments between Cass/Basil sprinkled throughout (her being his rock when he almost goes back to villainy). Plus the whole Tim reunited with her and then Steph.
But it's all setting up to the next big stepping stone which is the second Victim Syndicate arc where now they're not just targeting Steph, but also Basil.
Man this arc, while the Steph stuff doesn't hit as clean (given how Tynion rushed through her subplot), the Cass/Basil stuff with it given all this time.
It STILL slaps hard to the face when they force Clayface to rage out in #972. The only one in his way in #973---
Even rereading it, it's like something you're like Cass, just hoping Kate doesn't pull that trigger and well... yeah. It hits and it hurts.
I try looking at what comes next from the perspective of well Cass not having that symbol. If you go with her wanting to achieve what Bruce/Kate/Babs have. Kate breaking the rule. It really hits that Kate betrayed her student here.
I do wish Tynion was given just a tiny bit more room to breathe. Because we never really get them mending here after this. It's just dropped and mended offscreen between the two (probably the only rare miss Alyssa Wong had when writing both).
Though with Tynion ending Kate's mentorship with Cass, he adds one final Rebirth layer: Babs mentoring Cass. We get the seeds in #975.
It's a GOOD idea, and something Hill does follow up on in his Tec arc. However, I just get the feeling with Rebirth ending, and Dan DiDio getting back fully in power from Geoff Johns. That well... certain edicts DiDio had prior between Cass/Babs came back.
Cause A LOT of this stuff was reburied and Cass didn't get to be with Babs until two years later (and when a certain someone was fired from DC Comics).
But enough what "could've been". What about Tynion's final arc on the series? It surprisingly still has a lot of Cass. Like at this point she's really the female lead of the book with Kate taking a backseat at this point.
I mean she's really all over the place in the arc. Starting with still recovering from Basil's death, and we get an amusing moment between her and Tim. Probably the last sibling moment (other than WFA).
It's just a cute moment, and well is bookended with Tim getting turned into an O.M.A.C. and Cass jobbing (cause she's nowhere in the right mindset at this point). But it leads her to Bruce and then Steph. And we get the next big moment.
I'm not gonna cover the "lie" moment aka a pantless future Cass fighting a shirtless Ra's. No, I'm gonna go right into Tynion's final critique on both Cass/Steph in #980.
We all know it.
Both are shown what was "taken". Their years of being Batgirls and Robin. I do still love each panel represents an actual story for the two. Something lost and taken by the New 52.
I feel like at this point, Tynion was just exhausted with the mental hoops he had to deal with regarding both characters, and this was his final response having both see what they can still have.
It feels like where Tynion wanted to put the two, but couldn't (cause DiDio gonna DiDio), but still left the seeds enough for Cass to know what she is.
Again, making the whole Orphan identity more pointless at this point.
But on the bright side you can look at these last bits and given what we know what occurs in Batman: Joker War. That Tynion was all, "Well, if you want a job done right. You got to do it yourself." Putting all this history back in.
In the end, you can look back at the run and see those positives which then occur less than two years later. This is still a flawed run, but with all the unknowns that were probably heaped on the writer.
It does hold up in other areas. Out of the team, Cass really was one of the few who really got the đin being the reason this run is remembered most. She does get A LOT of good moments in the series.
The really good moments are still really good. Just the bad? Well, just take it for what DC was at that time. Still, flawed (given WHO was still lingering around the company at the time), but almost there.
Though I find the Joker ongoing Tynion's best Batman work, this is probably his more entertaining one. Everyone gets a moment to shine (even if it's rushed).
This is still a better top to bottom Batman run compared to its counterpart which tripped and fell at the end (Tom King's Batman run).
So what you think about this run? Has it aged more gracefully like a wine? Or like milk? I'm really curious of thoughts of this run given where we are now with the character.
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That ask about sephiroth having bad eyesight made me think of like. AGZ fucking around and stealing hojo's glasses to put them on and make fun of him to cheer up sephiroth like that one calvin and hobbes strip but then sephiroth, buoyed by their actions is like. "Give them here. I'll make fun of him too" and then he puts them on and goes "huh." Like:
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"Hm." Sephiroth squinted through the lenses, baffled by the sudden shift in the world.
Angeal laughed. He was half a room away, but he had a smile of full teeth, creases in his face from the joy of it. "Yeah, the guy's blind as a bat, isn't he?"
He didn't get much chance to respond to that.
"Your pupils are freaking OUT, dude." Zack was peering at him- his eyes were the same shade as Angeal's. Was that the mako eyes people spoke about?
"I didn't realise that poster on the wall had words." He remarked. "Who would leave a cat hanging on a branch anyway?"
"You're joking, right?"
"No, of course not." He didn't mean to sound as defensive as he did. "Do you think there's a good reason to leave a cat hanging?"
The three of them were silent in the way he had come to recognise as meaning he'd said something Abnormal- except this time it was punctuated by the weird glances they were giving each other.
Angeal picked something up from the desk next to him, took a few steps back, and held it up "Sephiroth," He didn't like that tone of voice. "Just to check, what does this say?"
He narrowed his eyes, which made the light less glaring, but then things were indistinct again, so he took a hand to the glasses and adjusted them until it was clear again- which gave him a very good look at the growing concern on his friends' faces- but did make the thing clarify into a written page. "Report on the incident- That's your report from last month." His frown deepened. "Is that why he wears these things? So he can read things from the next desk over? Why doesn't he just get closer if he wants to read something? Though, I wouldn't put it past him to be going out of his way to snoop on people-"
"Seph, can you take those off and read it?"
"What, from over there? Don't be absurd. Do I look like a pair of binoculars to you?"
They were Looking at each other again. Was this normal? Did they always do this when he spoke? It was disconcerting.
Genesis plucked the glasses off his face, and he scowled, the sudden smeariness of everything exacerbating the growing pain in his head.
Genesis moved his hand- it was a test he recognised immediately.
"Three." He said, before Genesis even had a chance to ask.
Genesis was silent for a second. Sephiroth could imagine, now, more of those Looks.
He took the paper from Angeal- the white shape moving to his hand.
"What?"
"Well, now what is it?"
"What's what? I told you I can't read from half a room-"
"No, I mean my hand."
His... hand?
Sephiroth squinted again. He could sort of see a darker shade over- was that his hand?
"How am I supposed to know? I can't see what position your hand is in."
That silence definitely felt like a Look.
"Okay, please explain how the fuck you were telling how many fingers i was holding up."
"Hand position." Wasn't this obvious? "It's never one- it's always two, three, four or five." He held his own hand up to demonstrate. "Two fingers tilts the hand inward slightly, three tilts it outwards, four even further outward, and five is straight up, but the splay of the thumb sticks out more compared to one."
Genesis held up his other hand.
"Four."
This was obviously the wrong answer, given the increasingly uncomfortable mood of the room.
"No, it's two. I just tilted my hand the other way."
"How was I supposed to know it wasn't four, then?"
"Seph, that's not how you're- the point is you're supposed to be able to count each finger. It's a vision test for blurring, not for recognising patterns."
He was about to ask how the fuck he was supposed to count fingers, but then a realisation hit him.
All the long silences and Looks and tests...
He'd failed at something.
He was supposed to be able to do these things, wasn't he?
Something Angeal said earlier caught his attention. He'd said hojo was blind as a bat as if that was notable, but not concerning.
He chose his words carefully
"Are some people simply... better at seeing than others?"
That familiar silence of Fucking Up settled once again.
"Dude," Said Zack. "We have GOT to get your eyes tested."
Imperfect, said a reassuring voice in the back of his head. Imperfect, just like everyone else.
Imperfect, agreed another part of him, one much less soothing. Identically to Hojo.
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Sephhhh sweetheart it's okay cool guys wear glasses tooooo asedfghjgfds
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